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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 years ago

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You Had A Bad Day ( You've Seen What You Like )

Summary: Reader has a bad day, and goes to her best friends to make it better.

Steddie x pluz size fem!reader, friends to lovers, inexperienced reader, touch starved reader, no use of Y/N (we don't do that in this house), but definite use of pet names, these boys are ridiculous, use of "girl" and feminine pronouns, not an over abundance but they are there! Mentions of slight anger issues, volume control issues, and self esteem issues, all on the readers part.

This is literally only the second x reader fic I've ever written please be gentle!

Enjoy!!! I hope you're all having good days, but just in case, have this! *smooches you*

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Your day had been... shit. That's what it had been. Just shit. And nothing new had really happened. Just the same old shit at work, always having to clean up everyone's mess before you could start your own work for the day. Just an endless cycle, day after day.

You clock out, head home, take a shower, throw on your pajamas, and head to see your boys.

They weren't... your boys.. technically. You all were just friends. Steve and Eddie were each others boys, and you were their friend, their best friend, their third wheel who some would say was maybe a little too close to both of them. But you loved them, both. And they both loved you. You were their girl.

And if in your heart of hearts you wanted more, well, no one needed to know that besides you.

Your stomach turned at the thought of them finding out. That you loved them both. A lot more than friends. Afraid they'd judge you, even though you knew, in the logical part of your brain, that they wouldn't. Ever.

You park your car next to Eddie's van and stomp up the steps of the trailer, ignoring the squeak they let out as you pass over them. The doors unlocked so you walk in, like always. Sighing deeply as the door shuts behind you, already feeling calmer. They both look from the tv to you, their heads moving in synch.

"Can I use your bedroom?" You grumble, shrugging out of your jacket and kicking your shoes off to join theirs in a pile on the floor. Eddie's face brightens as Steve frowns.

"Course you can!" Eddie makes to stand. And you know he's gonna come and hug you, and you want it, but you wanna lay in bed more. So you head straight to his room and fall on his bed with a grunt. Your face shoved into his pillow as you move around a bit, trying to get comfy. You settle on your side with a huff, and feel eyes on you.

Steve and Eddie are standing in the doorway, arms crossed, bothing giving you sympathetic looks.

"Bad day?" Steve asks, already moving toward you, he crouches by the bed, rests his hand on your shoulder. You nod, face still scrunched in a frown, you feel like you've been frowning all day.

"Did you eat yet?" He asks, his fingers moving gently through your hair. You shake your head, and Steve gives you a nod, pushes himself to his feet.

"I'll be back." He ruffles your hair and is gone again. And you... you don't know how he does it.

Because usually when people mention food around you, you immediately feel self-conscious, years of your mothers comments running through your head, but they way Steve asks, always, is full of concern, like he wants to make sure you're eating, not telling you you should be eating less.

"Need some love babe?" Eddie's voice cuts through your thoughts and you look at him, thinking, if he only knew. But you nod, once, still frowning. He claps his hands together once and rubs them together.

"Can do. Cuddles imminent. In three... two... one." His voice robotic as he walked toward you and then threw hismelf onto the bed, you rolled towards him, tried to hold yourself back but he grabbed you, curled himself around you, giving you a squeeze.

"Nuh uh. You're not gettin away I just landed!" He shouted, wiggling as he shook you in his arms. You determinedly keep the frown on your face, eyebrows knitted together as he lets you go, so you can turn and face him. He sees your frown and pouts at you dramatically.

"Wanna talk about it?" He ask, booping your nose gently with his finger, you scrunch your face but don't smile.

"Nothing to say really. Same shit." You sigh shake your head. He nods, snuggles closer, moving to put his arm under your head so he can get in your space better. You sigh, fingers picking at the sheets between you.

"I just get so angry. And upset. And then I feel like an idiot because no one else is upset. Or cares? And I'm just there seething and full of rage." You huff, frowning at him. He smiles brightly, moves his hand up again and presses two fingers between your eyebrows, trying to sooth the frown, you bite your lip, fighting a smile.

"But that's just how we like you sweetheart. Seething and full of rage. I'm gonna write a song about you, call it that." He smiles again, his fingers dancing over your face gently before he moves again and takes your hand when you growl at him.

"But I get it. It sucks when your emotions are big like that. But the way I see it, and Steve too, it just means you care. And maybe you care too much, at your job at least, cuz that's never gonna fuckin change right?" He scoffs.

"If anything it just gets worse." You grumble. He nods.

"Exactly. But outside of work, when you're with us, or the kids, we like it. You're so emotive, and I mean shit, you and Dustin get together and it's like a full on shouting match, whether you guys are mad or not." He laughs, your cheeks flush. You have volume control issues, that's... definitely a thing, you groan and hide your face in his arm.

"Hey no! It's a good thing!" He laughs, cups your cheek to get your attention, and then you're staring at him, eyes wide, as he blinks at you, soft smile on his lips as his eyes flick to your mouth and then back, his tongue running along his lips he looks at you. You stare for a second longer and look away, rolling to lay on your back with a sigh.

"Yeah. I guess." You say, you wish you could see yourself the way Eddie does, or Steve, or all your friends. You feel Eddie press close again, his hand settles on your arm, warm and steady as he touches you.

"Want me to go set it on fire? So you don't have to go back for a few days?" Eddie asks, he's so close to you, whispering in your ear, and normally that would make you flush, or lose your train of thought, but his words make you laugh, loud and bright. It bursts out of you, and then you snort and grimace, but you're still chuckling when you look back at Eddie, he's still smiling. His head resting on his hand, he's up on his elbow now, looking down at you, his eyes so fucking fond.

"There she is! Welcome back sweetcheeks!" He says, poking your warm cheek and then pressing a kiss to it.

The air in the room changes, he pulls back, but not far, his breath warm on your face as he looks down at you, eyes hooded, his hand moves up your arm, your skin tingling under his touch, his hand warm through your shirt. Your breathing is shakey as his hand moves further, cups your cheek, his thumb moving over your skin slowly. Your breath catches in your throat when his eyes linger on your mouth. Your brow furrows, you're frowning again, this isn't... he can't be.

"Eddie?" You breathe, at the same time he says,

"Can I kiss you?"

You blink at him, sure he can't have just asked you that, he's with... with Steve. But he's looking at you, his hand still on your face, his thumb moving over your bottom lip now as your heart pounds.

"You- what? What about Steve?" You stammer, licking your lips, your breath faltering again as Eddie tracks the movement.

"Hmm?" Eddie hums, his teeth digging into his lip as he stares at you, you know that look, he's only half paying attention, lost in a day dream. You gulp, he's lost in a daydream while staring at your mouth, his thumb pressed into your lip now, softly, but the pressure is intoxicating.

"St- Steve. What about Steve?" You repeat, weakly. Eddie blinks, looking at your eyes again.

"Oh. Yeah. You can kiss him too." His voice is floaty, like he's still not completely paying attention to your concerns, your heart pounds harder at his words.

"What?" You grab his wrist, tug his hand away from your face and he blinks quickly, coming back to himself.

"What?" He asks, trying to look innocent.

"I can kiss him too?" You repeat his words, pointedly, squeezing his wrist tightly. He nods, once, and fucking shrugs again.

"Yeah. See?" He turns to look toward the door.

"Hey Steve! She can kiss you too, right?" He calls, both of you looking at the ceiling as you hear something fall in the kitchen, you glance at Eddie, he closes his eyes, holds up his finger, nods.

"Uuhh..." Steve's voice floats down the hall, you can hear footsteps,

"Yeaaah." Steve's voice again, closer now. He steps into the doorway, face amused as he looks at you and Eddie. Eddie still towering over you, more so now, he's propped up on his hand, his other hand still in your grasp, resting on your stomach as you gape at them. Steve leans against the door frame, smiling now as he gives Eddie a look.

"You jumped the gun on that a bit, don't you think?" Steve asks, cocking his head to the side. Eddie groans next to you, drops his head back.

"Maybe! The forth of July is so far awaayyy." He whines, looking at Steve with big eyes. Steve laughs, shakes his head. Your heart pounds in your ears as you look between them both, you're... so confused. Steve points between the two of you,

"Pause this conversation. I'm gonna go turn the oven off." He says, sounding so much like a mom. And though you're so fucking confused, pretty sure you might actually be dreaming, because what's happening can't be real, you and Eddie both freeze, like always when Steve tells you to pause. You glance at each other, both of your mouths are open, like you'd frozen in the middle of speaking.

You both start grinning, trying not to laugh.

"You can move idiots!" Steve calls from the kitchen. You and Eddie both break at the same time, laughing and falling into each other. You notice you're still holding his hand against your stomach and let him go quickly, looking away.

"Sorry." You mumble, but he doesn't move his hand, drums his fingers against your stomach until you look down, looking at his hand resting there, your cheeks flushing, not wanting him to touch your stomach. Not that he can't see it. But him touching is different. You push his hand away, move it to the bed next to you. He tilts his head, but keeps his hand where you put it. He opens his mouth, brow furrowed, like he wants to say something, but Steve walks back in with a clap of his hands, settling them on his hips as he looks at you both.

"Okay! Let's talk." He says, sounding... chipper. You and Eddie share a look and then snort at him.

"Wow." You say, an over impressed tone in your voice.

"Steve what the hell? How is that romantic?" Eddie asks, shaking his head, dropping it into his hands. You finally sit up, groaning as you almost tumble to the side, Eddie catches you and holds you steady before letting you go again.

"Romantic? You yelled down the hall to me Munson!" Steve huffs, his thumb pointing over his shoudler. Eddie makes a face, then shrugs. You laugh, they're so stupid.

"He was doing okay before that." You mumble, fingers clenching in the sheets, then letting go.

"Oh yeah?" Steve asks, his voice dropping, making your head feel fuzzy as he looks at you. He looks... hungry. He walks toward the bed and sits next you, you try to make room for him and find yourself pressed against Eddie, who doesn't move.

You look over your shoulder at him, find him smiling sweetly at you.

"Hi." He says, his teeth digging into his lip again as he rests his hand on your shoulder, fingers pressing into your soft skin through your shirt. You're about to say hello back when you feel a hand on your knee, Steve.

You look back to him, your head spinning as you realize you're trapped between them. Though you know trapped is a strong word, they'd never make you do anything you didn't want to, and you know they'd let you up if you wanted.

"You wanna kiss me?" You blurt, looking at Steve like he's lost his mind. He laughs, squeezes your knee, leans forward, his eyes dropping to your lips.

"Yeah. We do." He emphasizes the 'we' as Eddie drops his chin on your shoulder, plastering himself against your back, his arms snake around you, hands hovering in front of your stomach before he rests them on your thighs. The touch makes you jump, but most touches do, you're not used to being touched, not used to people wanting to touch you.

"But I- I mean really? Me?" You ask, your hands shaking.

"Yes. You." Eddie breathes into your shoulder, moving to press his lips against your shirt. Your heart flutters. Steve moves his thumb slowly over your knee.

"But I- wait what was that about the fourth of july?" You ask, getting side tracked, but they both chuckle.

"We had a plan." Steve says.

"Steve had a plan. I thought we should just ask you during movie night." Eddie noses into your neck, making you whimper, he moves his hands up then, pressing his palms to your stomach and then wrapping his arms around you. You shift a little, clearly uncomfortable.

"I'm not letting go this time." Eddie whispers, then stills.

"Unless you really want me too." He says, his arms start to let you go and you grab them, haulting their retreat.

"No! I- I mean no, it's... it's nice." You look into your lap but feel him smile into your neck as he nuzzles closer.

"Anyway. My plan was to ask you at the carnival. But someone, couldn't wait I guess." He huffs, rolling his eyes at Eddie. You snort, patting his arm.

"I have no regrets." He says, sounding absolutely sincere.

"Well, maybe one." He whispers, one hand moving up your side, settling over your cheek, turning your head to look at him.

"What? What one?" You ask, shivering when you feel Steve press closer, his chest pressing against your side as Eddie looks into your eyes.

"I shoulda just kissed you earlier. Yelling at Steve ruined the mood." He sighs, licking his lips.

"Wow rude." Steve breathes into your shoulder, pressing a kiss there as Eddie moves his thumb over your lip again.

"She was so concerned about you babe. Didn't want me hurting you. Isn't that right?" He's staring at your mouth again, you're pretty sure your lungs have given up at this point, you feel lightheaded and overwhelmed and you never want it to stop.

"Aww. Really? That's so sweet of you babygirl. To be so concerned for me. But it wouldn't hurt me. I want this too. Want you too." Steve drags his nose across the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss behind your ear, your body feels like it's on fire, pressed between Steve and Eddie, both of them... wanting you. Eddie's thumb presses into your lip, harder this time, drawing your attention, you swallow thickly.

"Is this really happening?" You breathe, hands shaking where they're holding Eddie's arm around your middle, your fingers clutching him tight. He nods, still staring at you, you feel Steve nod, then feel his hand move up your arm to rest on your neck, his thumb soothing the skin under your ear.

"It's real." Eddie breathes, moving closer.

"We want you. Is that okay sweetheart? You wanna be with us?" He asks, his breath warm as it hits your face.

"We see the way you look us. We're not stupid. Or blind." Steve says, his lips brushing your skin again.

"I don't think your st- I mean I wasn't- I'm sorry." You're not sure what to focus on. But the thought of them noticing you looking at them that way makes your stomach flip, though your current situation certainly suggests they didn't mind it too much.

"You don't have to be sorry honey." Eddie whispers, smiling at you, his thumb dragging your lip down before he releases it. You whine in your throat, looking at him with wide eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.

"We liked it. We like you. Obviously." Steve says, chuckling into your neck, pulling you closer to him, away from Eddie, but Eddie follows, leans after you, still cupping your cheek. You shiver again, so much attention on you, their attention on you, making you warm all over.

"W- I like you too. Obviously." You echo Steve's phrasing, rolling your eyes, exasperated, feeling a little out of control. Eddie laughs, deep in his throat.

"I'm gonna kiss you now." He whispers, licking his lips again, eyes on your mouth.

"And I'm gonna kiss you next." Steve whispers, making you laugh, light and airy, a little manic sounding, as Eddie closes the distance, presses his lips to yours.

You sigh into it, whining again when Eddie's tongue runs across your bottom lip, at the same time Steve presses his lips against your throat. Steve opens his mouth, licks at your skin, making you gasp. Eddie takes advantage of your suprise, tilts your head just so and slips his tongue in your mouth, running it over your teeth as you moan, exploring.

Eddie pulls back, rests his head against yours, letting you catch your breath. A task nearly impossible with Steve mouthing at your throat, his hand on the other side of it tugging you closer, his other hand has moved around your waist, his fingers digging into your soft stomach, like he needs you closer.

"Eddie." You breath, he smiles, kisses you again, soft and sweet. And then he's gone, his mouth moving down you cheek to your neck, Steve's hand moving up your neck to turn your head towards him. You're panting as you look at him, your body thrumming with a heat and energy you've never felt so intensely before.

"Hi there." He says, a smirk on his lips as he looks at you.

"Hi." You sigh, already closing your eyes as he leans in. His lips are warm, and wet from the attention he'd been showing your neck. You whimper again, overly conscious of the fact that maybe you're doing it too much. But you can't really help it, the boys you've been in love with for years were both kissing you, and pulling you close. Both of their hands tugging at you, but it didn't feel like they were fighting over you, just, holding you, and needing you, in tandem.

"Steve." You breath it into his mouth, he smiles into yours, his hands moving to hold your face, pulling you closer, so he can kiss you deeper.

"He's got you princess. Don't worry. We won't let you fall apart." Eddie whispers, licking a long path up your neck and making you squirm, your hands tangled in the front of Steve's sweater as he pulls back, dips back in, kisses your bottom lip, sucks it between his, and then brushes his nose up yours. He rests his head against yours, his hands settling on your neck. Both of you panting into the space between you.

Eddie kisses back down your neck and then rests his chin on your shoulder again. His hand reaches out, grabbing at Steve.

Steve smiles, his lashes fluttering as he leans forward, kisses Eddie deeply as he hums against your back. You watch them kiss, until they part and look at you. You look away quickly, cheeks flushing impossibly deeper.

"Hey. It's okay." Steve's fingers under your chin bring your gaze back up to them.

"You're with us now. You can watch us whenever you want. Okay?" He says it so easy. You nod, feeling hot all over.

"C'mere." Eddie says, tugging you down onto the bed, melding himself against your back, nose pressed into your hairline as he nuzzles into your neck. Steve settles down in front of you, tangling your legs and resting his hand on your side. You squirm at the touch, somehow still feeling uncomfortable, after all that. Steve frowns, presses closer.

"You're ours now. We're gonna touch you. But only if you want us too. Is this okay?" He moves his thumb against the fold in your side, you squeeze your eyes shut.

"It is. Or I- I want it to be. It might take some getting used to." You open your eyes, squinting at Steve, and finding him smiling soflty.

"We can help you get used to it." He whispers, kisses the tip of your nose. Eddie snuggles closer, his arm wrapping around your side, hand settling on your stomach again.

"Be more than happy to. Looking forward to it, actually." Eddie whispers into your hair, presses kisses down the back of your neck until he's snuggled against you again. You chuckle, eyes on Steve, he smiles fondly.

"He gets clingy." Steve says, like it's a secret.

"Shut up Steve. I've been waiting to get in on this for fucking ever man. Let me have this." Eddie hisses over your shoulder.

"Yeah Steve. Let him have this." You huff, but there's a laugh bubbling in your throat. Steve scrunches his nose, snorts, and then curls closer, pressing close to your chest, resting his head on your shoulder.

Your hand twitches, you want to reach out, to touch him, but you're not sure. Steve notices, because of course he does. He takes your hand, presses a kiss to your palm.

"You can touch me. I want you to." Steve nods, lets his fingers slip away from yours and you move your hand over his shoulder, and then up into his hair, moving your fingertips over his scalp until he's humming happily, his eyes falling closed.

"Feeling better?" Eddie asks, kissing at your shoulder now. You nod, cover Eddie's hand on your stomach with your own.

"Yeah. One hundred percent. Best fucking day ever." You breathe, squeezing Eddie's hand as he laughs against your skin.

You lay there, warm, and comfortable, as they hold you. Steve falling asleep with your fingers in his hair, Eddie mouthing lazily at your shoulder. You close your eyes, trying to memorize the feeling of them around you, in case you open your eyes, or wake up, and it's all a dream.

But you know in your heart it's not, a dream that is, it's real, they're here, with you. Because they want to be, they want to be with you. You lay between them, cozy and calm, and happy.

Turns out they were your boys all along.

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shewasverynice · 28 days ago

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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen

⚠️ SPOILER HEAVY ⚠️

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

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Major Characters: Original Character, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Tsukumo Yuki, Choso

‎‧₊˚✧ Chapter 7 ✧˚₊‧

Satoru watched carefully as the three second years, the four third years, and the two fourth years were briefed on the school goodwill event. He knew all of them from before of course, but somehow he hadn't remembered what happened to them. With the slow rising of curse activity over the years, a few of them had died and he was pretty sure one of them gave up the life completely.

The two fourth years were Tadao Miyasato and Yūdai Mori. He remembered specifically that Mori could increase his size and fought like a hulking beast. Miyasato though, he couldn't quite remember. He had some sort of technique that worked well with a teammate but he was largely useless alone.

The third years were Chiyoko Kagawa, Toshio Nishimura, Satoshi Hano, and Yuichi Itoh. He barely remembered them at all either. As far as he could recall their techniques weren't all that impressive to him, but then again back then nothing was.

Takao Tsutsui and Shou Kuwahara were two of the second years but the third was oddly missing. He remembered vaguely that his last name was Murano but not even what he looked like. Upon pondering it a little longer he did recall that Murano was sickly but his technique was interesting.

None of them were people he'd ever called friends or even took an interest in. From day one he was already well known, but most of them had distanced themselves from him immediately. That suited him just fine back then. He'd been so arrogant that he likely said some pretty awful stuff, not that he wasn't arrogant still. Even though Sukuna had sliced his ass in half he knew he still was the strongest. That wouldn't change.

Suguru and Shoko sat beside him on the steps as the others were introduced to the Kyoto students. As usual, the first years weren't allowed to participate, but Suguru had insisted they go to at least watch.

"It's Hano," Suguru said quietly, "The second year? He's also a cursed spirit manipulator like me."

Satoru nodded as he sized up Hano. Once Suguru had reminded him it flooded back to him. Hano had been the one that was so angry with Satoru when he pointed out that he could never be a special grade even though Suguru was. That was of course because he couldn't extract techniques the way that Suguru could, but he also hadn't explained any of that. He'd just taken the opportunity to be an ass and take an older sorcerer down a peg.

"I'm interested in seeing how he operates," Suguru said with a smile.

"He's not as good as you," Satoru scoffed, but then grinned, "But yeah, maybe you can get some ideas or something."

Across the way he of course saw Utahime and Mei-Mei. Utahime was a third year and Mei-Mei as well. He vaguely recognized some of the others, but they'd never struck him as anyone interesting.

Satoru pursed his lips, deep in thought. Maybe this time he'd take the time to learn who they were. One of the things he'd resolved to change this time was the shortage of sorcerers and at least getting to know them would likely change things. Anything at all would make at least some kind of difference. The butterfly thing, right? That's how time stuff worked?

Satoru, Suguru and Shoko settled in to watch. The first event of the day had just begun: a competition to exorcise as many cursed spirits as possible. The stakes were high, and the atmosphere crackled with tension as both teams fanned out across the forest.

The competition flip-flopped throughout the day. Kyoto would pull ahead, but for every curse exorcised by Kyoto, Tokyo seemed to catch up quickly, the two teams neck-and-neck as the clock ticked down. The air was filled with the sounds of battle—cursed energy crackling, trees splintering, and the distant roars of curses being exorcised.

With minutes left in the competition, Kyoto surged once more, this time with the big one leading the charge directly at the heart of the cursed hotspot. His overwhelming strength allowed him to decimate several powerful curses in quick succession, pushing Kyoto back into the lead. The final bell rang, signaling the end of the first round, and when the results were tallied, Kyoto emerged victorious by a narrow margin.

"Damn!" Satoru huffed, sliding down in his seat, "Can't wait until next year. We'll shit on these kids."

Shoko and Suguru snickered and he snapped his head over, pushing his sunglasses down, "What?"

"You're talking like her," Suguru teased, holding his hand up in front of his mouth like a court lady. Shoko smirked beside him, looking just as smug.

"Huh!?" Satoru furrowed his brow, "What are you suggesting?"

"Nothiiing~ ⁠��⁠♪"

The competition picked up again, and the Tokyo students were not deterred despite their loss. The next part of the event was where they planned to shine: the one-on-one combat competition. With a sweep of victories in the one-on-one combat, Tokyo reclaimed their honor, the students standing tall as the crowd cheered their hard-fought victory.

With that, Satoru had his opportunity. He dragged Suguru with him, the two of them going to quickly meet as many of the other sorcerers there as possible. As expected, they were wary of him at first. It wasn't often they'd be approached by a sorcerer from one of the big three clans.

Suguru was the key to a good introduction of course. He was so good at talking, so disarmingly charming. It was easy for him to get in good with the others quickly and soon enough at least all the Tokyo students seemed to view the two of them relatively well. Certainly better so far anyway.

However... Utahime...

"Uh, okay?" She looked Satoru and Suguru up and down suspiciously, Mei-Mei standing beside her with a serene smile.

"Uhh, yes well we just wanted to meet our seniors from the other school," Suguru said, surprised enough to stumble over his words.

Utahime crossed her arms, "You're the two special grades, aren't you?"

Suguru nodded, "Yes, we are."

"Well, then," she said, bowing politely, "It's nice to meet you both. I hope we can work well together."

They bowed in return, returning the introduction. They glanced at each other as she quickly turned to leave, apparently having nothing more to say.

"It's like she's hardwired to hate me," Satoru muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "I didn't even do anything yet..."

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The dim light flickered as Satoru crouched low, his breath barely audible in the quiet, decaying hallway. Shadows danced on the crumbling walls where the eerie silence was interrupted only by the occasional groan of the undead. The zombies in the building were blind, but their hearing was sharp. They seemed to be picking up even the faintest rustle of fabric or scuff of a shoe against the floor.

Satoru's bright eyes gleamed from behind his dark sunglasses, and his usual smirk was absent replaced by a concentrated frown. His objective was simple: a med pack sitting innocently at the far end of the hallway, but between him and it, three zombies loomed shuffling ever so slowly and sensing the faintest vibrations in the air.

He approached the first a towering figure with long, gaunt arms that scraped the walls as it aimlessly swayed. Satoru watched the rhythmic motion of its arms, waiting for the perfect moment to slip beneath them. His steps were silent, so light that even the dust on the floor seemed undisturbed. As the zombie's hand reached high above, he darted forward, ducking under the outstretched arm and freezing in place as it swung back down, just missing his head.

For a moment, he didn’t dare move. The zombie stood still, its head twitching, nostrils flaring as if sensing something nearby. Satoru's grin flickered back onto his face. "Too slow", he thought.

But the next one was trickier. A female zombie stood still as stone near a doorway, unmoving, her head tilted unnervingly to the side. Satoru approached with more caution, his footfalls delicate, barely brushing the creaky floorboards. Yet, as he drew closer, a groan escaped from one of the rotting beams beneath him. The floor creaked, low and long.

The female zombie’s head snapped in his direction, and in an instant, she lunged, moving faster than Satoru had anticipated. He twisted sharply, flattening himself against the wall as she rushed past him, her clawed hands swiping at the air where he'd just been standing.

"Close one," he muttered under his breath, quickly sidestepping before she could react.

The med pack was just within reach now, sitting on the end of a worn desk. Only one more obstacle stood between him and his prize: a small, hunched zombie that seemed less dangerous than the others. It was crawling over the ground, its bony fingers scraping the floor as it searched for any sign of life.

Satoru advanced cautiously, but as he moved, the creature suddenly leapt forward attempting to grab his ankle. He hopped back just in time, the zombie’s fingers missing him by a hair. Its momentum sent it crashing into the side of the desk with a dull thud. The zombie groaned in frustration, its head hitting the desk with a resounding smack before slumping over. Satoru couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

With a light hop, he crossed the last few steps and grabbed the med pack. "Got it!" he shouted, spinning on his heels in triumph.

Instantly, the tension broke, and the zombies around him groaned, stood up straighter, and began to laugh. The long-armed zombie tugged off his face mask and Suguru grinned at him. In the hallway Shoko stretched, cracking her back and dropping her act, while Sarah rubbed her head and crawled out from under the desk.

“Zombie Tag is too easy,” Satoru teased, tossing the bag of chips in the air and catching it, “You guys need to step up your game!”

His friends groaned, but not in the undead way this time. "Next time, we’re adding traps," Shoko huffed, rolling her eyes.

"And I'd still nail it," Satoru sighed, rubbing his nails on his shirt with a smug smile.

Yaga entered the hallway moments later, looking at all of them as he approached and said, "You four. Clear out. We're having the cleaners come and polish the floors."

They groaned together in unison and Satoru whined, "But it's SO hot outside!"

Shoko nodded and added, "And the air conditioner in the dorms isn't working yet!"

Yaga paused then shrugged and said, "Well if it can't be helped I suppose the four of you will have to wax the floors--"

"We were JUST leaving," Satoru said quickly scooping Sarah up under one arm and linking the other with Suguru's to drag him out behind him. Shoko was hot on his tail, nearly shoving him faster outside.

The running swiftly became nearly a crawl as the summer sun beat down on the four of them. Sarah squinted up at the sky and grimaced and Suguru huffed, tying his hair back into a ponytail. Shoko gave up completely and sat under the nearest tree which Satoru quickly joined her under.

"I'm gonna die," Shoko mumbled, "This is it."

"What do you want me to write in your obituary?" Satoru wheezed, rolling his head lazily into his shoulder to look over at her.

"I don't want your stupid ass to write it," she grumbled, shoving his shoulder.

"What can we even do?" Suguru asked, "Does this school even have a pool?"

"Why doesn't it?" Sarah huffed, "Don't like... All schools have to have a pool?"

"I don't think they have to..." Suguru sighed, "But they should..."

"Can we call CPS on them?" Sarah mumbled, "Is that a thing? Child abuse for no pool?"

"Why don't we go find one?" Satoru asked, "There's a bunch of indoor ones aren't there?"

"I don't have a swimsuit or anything though," Sarah said, fanning herself, "I'd have to get one first."

"Well stores have AC," Satoru said, hopping to his feet, "Let's all go, yeah? I'll get one for you."

"Bruh--" Sarah started to argue then sighed, shaking her head in defeat, "Is too hot to even argue with you. Fuck it. Let's go."

The scorching mid-summer sun had left the pavement sizzling and the four friends practically melting as they trudged towards the entrance of the cool air-conditioned store. Satoru was the first to breach the invisible barrier, stepping into the doorway as a blast of icy air hit him full force. He let out a loud, exaggerated sigh, throwing his head back as if the cold air alone had saved his life.

"Ohhh, finally!" he groaned, letting his arms hang limply at his sides.

Sarah followed closely behind, her expression mimicking his dramatic exhaustion. "I second that," she sighed in agreement, slouching forward like a wilted flower, letting the cool breeze from the door blow through her hair.

"You two are such idiots," Shoko muttered, giving each of them a shove to move them further into the store. She marched past them with an unimpressed shake of her head, her expression mostly hidden behind large dark sunglasses.

Suguru strolled in after her, chuckling softly at their theatrics. "You two really need to learn how to handle the heat better," he teased, giving Satoru a playful nudge.

With the refreshing cold air enveloping them, Satoru and Sarah straightened up, grinning. They jogged to catch up with the other two, their exhaustion quickly forgotten in the comfort of the store.

"Alright, swimming suits," Sarah declared as they all looked around at the racks of clothes, scanning the store for the right section.

"Yeah, mine’s pretty much falling apart," Shoko added nonchalantly, brushing her fingers through her short hair as she spotted the swimwear section. Without waiting for the others, she motioned for Sarah to follow. "Come on, let’s get this over with."

Sarah exchanged a quick glance with Satoru, who just shrugged with a smirk. “Good luck,” he said, waving them off.

The two girls quickly disappeared into the nearest store, Shoko leading the way with Sarah by her side, already sifting through the racks.

Suguru lingered behind with Satoru, casting a glance at the store sign. “Honestly, I don’t even need a new one," he said, casually crossing his arms, “Mine’s fine.”

Satoru scoffed and scratched the back of his head. “Same here, I’m good.”

With nothing better to do, the two of them strolled over to a little stand in the shopping center, grabbed a couple of cold drinks, and stepped back outside to sit on a bench near the store entrance. Satoru cracked open his drink with a satisfying hiss, taking a long gulp before slouching back against the bench. Suguru set his bag down on the ground, twisting off the cap of his own drink, taking a thoughtful sip.

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the buzz of the shopping center a low hum around them. The cool drink in Satoru’s hand was a welcome relief from the day’s relentless heat, and he found himself staring absently towards the store window where Sarah and Shoko were now browsing. Sarah held up a swimsuit, showing it to Shoko, who seemed to be giving her opinion, her finger tapping her chin as she considered the option.

Suguru, watching Satoru from the corner of his eye, smirked to himself. His lips curled into a sly, cat-like grin as he noticed the way Satoru’s gaze lingered just a little too long on Sarah. After another quiet sip, he turned his head slightly towards his friend, his expression teasing.

"So," Suguru said, dragging the word out with a hint of mischief, "You gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?"

Satoru blinked, confused, his head turning towards Suguru. "What?"

Suguru raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eye. He didn’t answer right away, instead glancing back toward the store window. “You’ve been staring for a while now.”

Satoru furrowed his brow. “Huh?” he asked, genuinely clueless at first.

Suguru shrugged, leaning back against the bench. “Sarah,” he said simply, the smirk still playing on his lips, “You’ve got a crush, don’t you?”

Satoru blinked again, his confusion deepening before his expression twisted into something between exasperation and amusement. “A crush?” he repeated, incredulous, “On who?”

Suguru chuckled, lifting his drink to his lips before nodding toward the store window. "You know," he said, tipping his head slightly in Sarah’s direction as she showed Shoko yet another swimsuit.

Satoru’s eyes followed Suguru’s gesture, then quickly darted back, a frown tugging at his features. “No way,” he said, shaking his head almost too quickly, “That’s ridiculous.”

Suguru gave a nonchalant shrug, leaning back on the bench as though the conversation didn’t really matter to him. “If you say so,” he muttered, his grin widening.

Satoru, now slightly flustered, took another swig of his drink, letting the cold liquid settle the sudden unease in his chest. His mind wandered again, but not to where Suguru thought it was. Satoru wasn’t thinking about crushes or anything like that. He had been thinking about Sarah’s technique again and what he could do to get her out of the grasp of the higher-ups. No, a crush on a fourteen year old was the last thing his twenty-nine year old brain was considering.

He hated the way the Jujutsu society operated, how they used her potential without regard for her well-being. More than anything he wanted to just make sure her life could be safe and happy with no need to kill herself to bring anyone back. His gaze softened slightly, his thoughts deepening, until he felt Suguru’s eyes on him again.

He shifted uncomfortably and shot Suguru a pointed look. “Seriously, stop,” he muttered.

Suguru’s laughter rang out softly. "Whatever you say, Satoru."

"It's not like that," Satoru sighed, "I just feel so bad for her. I wish we could do something now."

"It's so hard for young sorcerers," Suguru said thoughtfully, "I'm glad she's at least here with us where she can be around others like her. It was so hard to not understand what was happening to me when I was the only one."

Satoru nodded along as Suguru spoke, suddenly thinking of Megumi and Tsumiki. The two of them were probably three and four years old and living alone with Toji. He grimaced at the thought, remembering how relieved Tsumiki had been when he took the two of them in.

His eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses and he considered the future events. If Toji were to die now...

"Satoru," Suguru said, shaking his shoulder and breaking his train of thought.

"Mm? Oh, sorry," Satoru said, looking up as his friend stood. He glanced at the store where Shoko and Sarah were walking out, "They done?"

Suguru nodded, "Looks like it."

"Got something good?" Satoru called as he stood up, heading towards them.

"Yeah, thanks," Sarah said, handing him his card back, ".... Thank you."

"No worries," he said, instinctively just reaching out to pat her on the head. She swatted his hand away, but grinned at him anyway.

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The doors to the indoor pool burst open with a loud slam, the cool, chlorinated air rushing to greet them. Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and Sarah stormed in like soldiers charging a foreign beach, their wild laughter echoing off the tall walls of the water park. Sunlight streamed in through the wide glass ceiling, casting shimmering reflections across the vast pool and the twisting slides overhead. The sound of rushing water and distant splashes filled the air.

“We’re doing that one first!” Satoru declared, pointing to the biggest slide in the entire park. It towered above the others, winding down in sharp loops and drops. His wide grin was met by Sarah’s equally wild smirk.

“You’re on, Gojo!” Sarah shouted, already sprinting toward the slide’s entrance.

Without missing a beat, Satoru followed, his long legs catching up in no time. “Better hurry up!” he called after her, but she only laughed, elbowing him as they jostled for position.

“I'm going first!” Sarah retorted, shoving his arm as they stumbled toward the staircase leading up to the slide, cackling like kids who’d just been let loose at recess. Their energy was contagious, drawing the eyes of other pool-goers, but neither of them cared.

Meanwhile, Shoko stood at the edge of the pool, hands on her hips, watching them with an exasperated smile. “Idiots,” she muttered under her breath.

Suguru came up beside her, chuckling as he dropped his towel to the ground. “At least they’re predictable,” he said, shaking his head, “I give them five minutes before someone gets dunked.”

Shoko just laughed, “You’re giving them too much credit.”

They both eased into the cool water, sighing with relief as it soothed their skin from the heat of the day. The water was perfect—cool, clear, and welcoming. They waded to the shallow end, content to float and watch as their friends made fools of themselves.

Satoru and Sarah, now at the top of the slide, leaned over the edge, staring down at the water far below. The height would have made anyone else hesitate, but they were too wrapped up in their competition to care.

“You ready for this?” Satoru asked, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sarah grinned, shaking her head at him. “I was born ready, bitch.”

Before either could second guess, they launched themselves onto the slide, speeding down the twisting, turning path at a dizzying pace. Satoru let out a loud whoop as they spun around the sharp corners, water splashing up around them.

They hit the water at nearly the same time with a loud splash, sending waves out in every direction. Sarah surfaced first, laughing as she swam toward Satoru, who had barely managed to right himself.

Without warning, she climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Ha! Got you!” she shouted triumphantly, trying to dunk him under the water. But Satoru, tall and lanky, was having none of it.

“Oh, no you don’t!” he laughed, flipping her over with a quick movement. Sarah landed in the water with a resounding slap, sending a wave up toward the edge of the pool.

Shoko snorted at the sight, glancing at Suguru. “Five minutes,” she muttered, smirking.

Suguru leaned back in the water, crossing his arms lazily and shrugged.

Sarah popped back up, spitting water at him and glaring at Satoru. “You’re so dead, Gojo!” She lunged at him again, but he was already swimming backward, out of her reach.

They scrambled, splashing each other like overgrown children before rushing back toward the slide, shouting and pushing at each other to see who could get there first. Their energy was infectious, drawing laughs from other swimmers as they bolted for round two.

“They’re gonna keep this up all day, aren’t they?” Suguru asked, raising an eyebrow as Satoru and Sarah nearly tripped over each other in their haste to get back to the top of the slide.

Shoko just shrugged, her smile soft. “At least they’re having fun.”

After what felt like their tenth slide race, Satoru and Sarah finally slowed down, both panting and leaning against the edge of the pool. The sun streamed in from above, catching the water as it rippled around them, and for a moment, everything seemed peaceful. But of course, that wasn’t going to last.

"You know what I haven’t done in forever?" Satoru asked, mischief gleaming in his eyes as he turned to Sarah.

She gave him a sideways glance, already catching onto his tone. “What?”

"Chicken fight," Satoru declared, grinning widely.

Sarah rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smirk tugging at her lips. "We're gonna get kicked out of here if we get all worked up."

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Satoru splashed water at her, "Besides, you know I’ll win."

That did it. Sarah’s competitive side flared up instantly. “I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you.”

With newfound energy, they turned to Shoko and Suguru, who were still lounging lazily in the shallow end. "Hey! You two—quit floating around. We're playing chicken!" Satoru demanded, waving them over.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You’re delusional," she said, barely moving from her spot.

Suguru, on the other hand, shrugged and pushed off from the wall, wading over. “Alright, let's go,” He shot a teasing smirk at Satoru.

Suguru crouched down and let Shoko clamber onto his shoulders. She settled in comfortably, crossing her arms as she surveyed Satoru and Sarah with a challenge in her eyes. “You’re done for.”

Meanwhile, Satoru, true to his chaotic self, immediately scrambled to get onto Sarah’s shoulders.

“Hey, what the hell!” Sarah protested, laughing as she braced herself under his weight, “You can’t just—ugh—you’re like a foot taller than me, this is ridiculous!”

Satoru, ever the smug bastard, settled on top of her, grinning like a kid who’d just won the lottery. “Oh, I’m perfectly comfortable, thanks for asking.”

Sarah grunted, rolling her eyes as she steadied herself. "I'm gonna drown,” she muttered under her breath, struggling for balance but managing to hold him up. Barely.

Across the pool, Suguru exchanged a glance with Shoko. They didn’t even need words. With a wicked grin, Suguru charged forward, Shoko leaning in for support. They hit Sarah and Satoru with a solid shoulder bump, and the two toppled over immediately, crashing into the water in a messy heap.

Satoru surfaced first, shaking water out of his hair and pointing an accusing finger at Suguru. “Hey! That’s cheating! We weren't ready yet!”

Suguru just shrugged, all innocent-like, while Shoko leaned her elbow on his head, looking entirely nonchalant. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shoko said with a smirk.

Before Satoru could argue more, Sarah popped up out of the water and immediately climbed onto his back, locking her arms around his shoulders. "Okay, alright," she grumbled, her palm planting on his head as she pushed up.

Satoru laughed, hoisting her up as he trudged back into position. “Alright, alright. Let’s show them who’s boss.”

The two teams squared off again, this time taking it a little more seriously. Sarah steadied herself on Satoru’s shoulders, giving him a tap to signal she was ready, while Shoko got herself balanced on Suguru. Then the chaos began.

They pushed and pulled, slapping at each other’s arms, water splashing wildly as the four of them wrestled like maniacs in the pool. Shoko surprised everyone by lunging forward aggressively, trying to knock Sarah off, but Sarah was quick and managed to dodge. The next moment, Suguru was on the offense, spinning around and almost sending Satoru toppling, but Satoru held his ground, steadying Sarah just in time.

The fight was intense, and it was clear none of them were holding back. Other pool-goers stopped to stare at the scene—the four wild teenagers completely absorbed in their own world, laughing and shouting like they were the only ones in the place.

“You’re going down, Suguru!” Satoru called out, trying to make him lose balance.

“Not happening,” Suguru replied smoothly, though his grin said otherwise. Shoko, on his shoulders, reached out to grab Sarah’s arms, but Sarah quickly swatted her away, holding firm.

It went on like that for a good while—loud, splash-filled chaos. Even Shoko, who usually stayed more composed, was fully into the game now, determined not to lose. Every time one of them slipped, they scrambled back into position for another round. They took it way too seriously for what was supposed to be a fun game, but that was just how they were.

Eventually, after what felt like their hundredth rematch, Sarah finally managed to shove Shoko just hard enough to send her tumbling into the water. Shoko surfaced with a dramatic gasp, shaking water out of her hair as Suguru groaned in defeat.

“Yes!” Satoru cheered, throwing his fists up in victory, “We win!”

Sarah grinned, finally sliding off his shoulders with a splash, “Told you we’d take them.”

Shoko just shook her head, still catching her breath, “You two are insane.”

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As the train rattled along the tracks, the four friends finally settled into the calm after an exhausting, laughter-filled day. Sarah and Shoko had slumped down onto the train seats, completely knocked out. Sarah’s head was leaning against Shoko’s shoulder, while Shoko's head lolled to the side, her hair tousled from the water. The gentle sway of the train, combined with the quiet hum of its movement, had lulled them both to sleep almost immediately after they sat down.

Satoru and Suguru stood in front of them, casually holding the overhead railings, their bags slung over their shoulders. The light from the setting sun filtered in through the windows, casting a warm orange glow over the scene. It painted long shadows inside the train, mixing with the muted fluorescent lights.

Suguru let out a long, slow yawn, stretching his arms above his head. Satoru shot him a sideways glance, the corner of his mouth curling into a teasing grin. “Getting tired, huh? Thought you had more stamina than that.”

Suguru chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, some of us don’t have boundless energy like you do, Satoru," he said with a little smile.

Satoru smirked, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re just mad ‘cause I won that last chicken fight," he teased.

Suguru gave a mock sigh, shaking his head, “Right, because having a giant like you on top of someone’s shoulders is totally fair.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m just that good,” Satoru puffed out his chest, trying to look as smug as possible, but Suguru just rolled his eyes at him.

Their banter faded into a comfortable silence after a moment, both of them still grinning from the exchange. The train clattered steadily beneath their feet, the faint hum of conversation from a few other passengers mixing with the rhythmic sounds of the tracks. It was the kind of quiet that felt good after a long day, not awkward, but restful.

Satoru glanced down at Sarah and Shoko, who were still fast asleep. He watched as Sarah shifted slightly, her hair falling over her face, and Shoko’s arm twitching as if she was dreaming. There was something oddly peaceful about seeing them like this—no arguments, no teasing, just the two of them completely relaxed.

Suguru noticed Satoru staring and raised an eyebrow. “They look like they had fun,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Satoru nodded, his usual cocky grin replaced by a softer smile. “Yeah. Days like this are good. Don’t get enough of ‘em," he said softly.

Suguru hummed in agreement, leaning his head back against the railing. He let his eyes drift shut for a second, taking in the rare moment of calm. “It’s nice to just… relax, y’know? No cursed spirits, no missions. Just us being idiots for a day.”

Satoru didn’t respond immediately, his gaze shifting out the window as the scenery passed by. Buildings, trees, and the fading light of the day blurred together. The world outside looked serene, the orange glow of sunset casting everything in a soft, golden hue. It was the kind of beauty you only noticed when you weren’t rushing around, caught up in everything else.

He let out a quiet breath, the ghost of a smile still on his face. “Yeah, we need more days like this.”

Suguru opened his eyes again and glanced at Satoru. “You alright?” he asked, his voice low, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb the quiet.

Satoru blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, and looked over at his friend. “What do you mean?”

Suguru shrugged, his dark eyes steady but understanding. “I don’t know," he said, "You just seem... I don’t wanna say ‘reflective,’ but... reflective.”

Satoru’s grin flickered back, but it was gentler now. “Don’t get used to it. Just ‘cause I’m not running my mouth for two seconds doesn’t mean I’m all deep and brooding.”

Suguru chuckled, shaking his head, ��Fair enough.”

Another lull in the conversation settled in, but it wasn’t awkward. The train clicked along, carrying them further from the water park and closer to home. Satoru’s eyes wandered back to the window, watching the sky slowly shift from orange to pink, then purple as the sun sank lower. He couldn’t help but think how rare these moments of peace were—between the missions, the curses, and all the chaos that seemed to follow them wherever they went.

He turned his head slightly, watching Sarah and Shoko again, their quiet breathing syncing with the rhythm of the train. It was strange, how close they’d all become in such a short time. He’d never really let himself dwell on it too much, but it was hard not to appreciate these rare, quiet moments. Especially when he'd felt so isolated for so long.

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ktkat99 · 1 year ago

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Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 10. Phone Call

*Mr. Wayne? This is Becky, from Gotham Academy.*

"Hello. Is something wrong?"

*Your son Tim Drake has been marked as absent today. I was just calling to check if you forgot to call in and excuse his absence?*

"No. He should be there. He didn't show up?"

*I'm afraid not.*

"Alright. I'll find him. Thank you for calling."

Bruce hung up his phone and called Tim.

No answer.

He then pressed the speed dial for Jason, the only one of his kids who was both in town and not in school.

Yyyyy

Jason grumbled to himself under his breath as he trudged up the front walk to Drake Manor.

The kid had left his cell phone in the batcave the night before, so they weren't able to track him that way. However, he had told everyone he was heading home to get some sleep after patrol the night before, so that was where he was starting.

Bruce was seeing about checking the bedrooms at the Manor, just in case. After that, they'd expand their search radius and call in backup.

Jason reached the door and slipped the spare key he'd made himself into the lock.

The door clicked open.

"Yo, Tim! You here?" He called.

The only noise was a slight echo, returning his question back to him.

He tried to pretend he wasn't concerned as he entered the house and began searching.

The kid could take care of himself just fine, but that didn't rule out the possibility that something had happened.

"Tim!" He called again.

And again, nothing.

He wasn't in the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, or anywhere else downstairs.

So Jason went upstairs, ears straining for any sound. Maybe Tim had just slept through his alarm clock? Maybe he'd caught a cold and had forgotten to call the school?

Or maybe he'd been attacked.

This house had been broken into in the past, after all.

Either way, he didn't hear so much as a whisper from anyone else as he climbed the stairs.

Had Tim even made it home last night?

"Timmy, you in here?" He reached his brothers bedroom door and knocked as he opened it.

The room was messy, the bed had obviously been slept in, but there was still no Tim.

Now Jason really had his guard up. There had been no signs that Tim had been downstairs yet, as the kitchen was clean and no dishes were in the sink, but he had been upstairs sleeping that night.

And now? Why wasn't he answering?

Could he not hear Jason?

Could he hear but was unable to respond?

Stealthily, Jason padded down the hall to the next door, the bathroom.

He palmed the switchblade he always kept in his pocket and pushed the door in.

Splashes of water on the counter by the sink led him to believe that Tim had at least gotten ready for school.

Or, well. Gotten ready.

But that still didn't offer any hint as to where he was-

Tim's backpack lay in the middle of the hall.

Jason narrowed his eyes, mind jumping immediately to 'there was an attack', until he saw which door it was outside.

Oh.

Fuck.

He slipped his knife back where it went and walked up to the door, once again knocking as he pushed it open.

Sure enough, Tim was seated in the window seat by his parents' bed, head bent, breathing softly.

"Tim. Hey, wake up."

Jason walked over and knelt by his brother, slipping the file he'd apparently fallen asleep reading out from his fingers.

Tim's eyes twitched behind his eyelids and he sighed, pulling his hands in closer to his body.

"Tim. Wake up."

"Hmm?" Tim's eyes opened. "Wha..?"

"What's going on, man? It's not like you to play hookie."

Tim blinked and squinted, taking a minute to register who, exactly, was talking to him.

"Bruce thought you were kidnapped. Why didn't you go to school?"

Tim closed his eyes and sighed, turning to look out the window. "Sorry. Did he need me for a mission?"

"No. The school called him when you never showed up."

"Hm. Sorry."

"Tim, what's going on? What's with all these papers?"

"They were dropped off before I left. It's… it's all the legal bullshit I have to go through. My parents wills, and all that."

"You lost track of time?"

Tim shrugged.

"Tim?"

"I don't… really think I can handle being around people."

Jason nodded and stood, shoving Tim's legs aside and sitting beside him on the window seat.

"What's wrong?"

Tim stared out the window mutely, arms crossed. He took a long slow inhale, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the wall, exhaling just as slowly.

Then he pointed at a file that had been set aside.

Jason had nearly sat on it.

"What's this?" Jason picked it up and opened it, flipping through.

"Just what it looks like. Everything I did for them… for him… was for nothing. I was never going to be good enough for him."

Jason saw the page he was talking about and had to thread it twice.

And then again.

"Wow. Tim. I… I'm so sorry."

Tim didn't react, but his eyes closed and he bowed his head. Jason could see the tears seep out from between his eyelids.

Jason read the page again, just to be sure.

He then pulled out his phone and sent a text to Bruce.

J- *Tim's safe but you need to come over here. He just found out he's not Jack's kid.*

B- *I'm on my way. Is he alright?*

J- *No.*

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hidden-clue · 5 months ago

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Mystery of the Seven Keys – culprit theories (major spoilers)

I'm at the alchemy lab, so I don't know how the game ends yet, but throughout the game I've developed a single theory; they're all in on it, it's the LIE all over again.

Here's what I think is going down:

Patricia and Adela are obviously in cahoots, they've made a deal to trick Nancy as soon as she arrived, and I'm convinced they're collaborating on more than this; Patricia's job is to monitor what Nancy does in the cafe, and to report to the rest of the group, or just Adela, and give Nancy puzzles to solve (the snowglobe, the book puzzle – I'll get back to the book puzzle later).

Elka sells Nancy a computer, to which she immediately gets a virus; I believe the virus was set up in order for someone in the group to get to see the DEGAS files for the necklace and if they'd been modified, if someone is suspicious about the necklace. Nancy got that virus while connected to Patricia's wifi, which she could have used to transfer a virus, and she's the only one who could have known when to do it.

I believe what they're all doing is a trial run of falsifying one necklace and seeing how well they can get away with it and make it so that nobody can figure it out, so they could later do it on the crown jewels, or at least this is what the game really wants me to believe is going down. Vladena, I think is their fence, she runs a shop, she has access to the DEGAS system and claims to be allowed to modify it, which seems questionable, why did she create a physical log in the first place if other jewlery doesn't even have any? She not only created the physical log, but claimed to have modified the digital one to fit the physical, and if physical is not even supposed to exist before the digital, she is able to falsify digital records on DEGAS. It's possible the jewels were real when they were first entered in DEGAS, by modifying it she made it seem like the necklace was fake before being sent to SecondShine, and maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was real then, and they wanted to see if they could falsify the trail of when something real was replaced with something fake, and if that could be uncovered by an investigation. Also her safe is filled with jewlery with their jewels missing – why keep empty jewlery in a safe? She was hiding that she takes jewels out.

Now, about the puzzle for the book with the key – I wondered who sent that, so I analyzed the picture, and it's a piece of paper laying on a red wooden desk, with a very pronounced wooden texture. I went around the game looking at everyone's desk, and the only one that comes close to both the color and texture, is Marek's desk. The key also unlocks his box, which gives us a key for the little snow globe, and that had to be intentional, piece by piece they handed Nancy the path to the Alchemy lab. Marek is very obviously in support of Rezidente, he blatantly talks about it as if he knows exactly what it is, and his posters reveal support for the tradition, so I believe he'd find it dumb for crown jewles to be collecting dust in a box when they could be of some service to the people. Or maybe he's doing it for other, unrelated reason.

Marek and Radek get a text message at the exact same moment and look at each other; they're receiving orders from the same person. There's also the 12th doll codeword for something, maybe a time (12 o clock?) for a metting? When you look at the supplies Marek is buying, it's metal, leather, fabric, paint. Does he need all that for his dolls, which allegedly he's not fixing himself, even though he has a full tool panel in his workshop? No he doesn't, it's for the knight outfit. I think he's the one chasing Nancy trough the tunnels when she's underground. I think he also reports to Adele which is why she knew to call as soon as Nancy had visited the lab.

Elka asked for Nancy's cell phone for a virus, giving herself the chance to take a look of all Nancy's contacts and messages, another way to monitor her investigation. I don't believe Nancy had ever been monitored this closely while investigating.

Oscar keeps being shady about what he's talking about with Vladena, I believe they're both competing to get the access to the location of the crown jewels. Oscar is repeatedly trying to get that from Leo, not that Leo seems to be aware of that, since his secretary gatekeeps information (i'm sorry, filters).

Elka and Vladena have the exact same pen, Marek and Vladena share the same type of weight, even though hers has some engravings, they're either shopping in the same place or sharing resources, or using these to send messages to each other, even though thats a bit silly since they do have texting.

Okay so I believe it goes like this: Adela is the leader, her necklace was just something they stole before, her reasoning for wanting the jewels back was just a farce to see how Nancy could investigate such a crime, and to get her to help them to the jewels they planned to steal. Vladena is the fence, storing and hiding jewlery they stole some parts of, and illegaly modifying DEGAS files while pretending to be a bit dumb about the tech so it wouldn' t be too suspicious when she does it. Marek and Radek are their connection to the people and doing advertising to the cause, Radek does it with his plays, and Marek makes a direct connection to people who have and appreciate old things, by fixing them, possibly he recruits people this way. Radek also does the heavy work of scaring people away by cosplaying a ghost knight. I don't think they utilize Elka a lot because she's just a kid but I do believe they instructed her to give Nancy a computer they could easily monitor/bug/send a virus to, in order to see whatever Nancy is doing in there. Oscar is responsible for finding out where the jewels are and what's a good opportunity to get to them, while Adela attempts to find the seven keys, some of it trough Nancy.

If I'm super wrong and this is nonsense I'll get to laugh at myself later when I finish the game! It's fun to make theories before knowing for sure because once you know, you know.

#mystery of the seven keys #clue crew #nancy drew games #key #culprit theories

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vidavalor · 3 months ago

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I'm a bit confused, dear @aziraphalianfangirl, because "Nazi Zombie Flesheaters" in S2 picks up right where "lift home?" left off in 1941. I can help you out with 1967, though, if you want some thoughts on that? There's a reason why the scene takes place in that year, in particular, and why it's then that Crowley decides he's going to go after getting holy water when he's had a century to try that before, if he wanted to.

In 1967, Parliament passed a law called the Sexual Offences Act of 1967, which decriminalized homosexuality between men over the age of 21 in England and Wales. (It would take until the early 1980s for Scotland and Ireland to follow suit with comparable acts.) 1967 was basically the first year that it had ever not been illegal to have gay sex in England.

It wasn't an instant fix. The law actually only covered sex acts had in private so clubs were still raided by the police and my understanding is that more gay men were actually arrested in the years immediately following the passage of the act than in the recent years prior to it, as bigoted police found ways to target gay men that circumvented the law.

Still, it's obviously good that the act was passed because this never should have been illegal in the first place but the point is that the optimistic people, like Crowley, who were caught up in the very exciting wave of massive social change in the late 1960s were sure the tides were changing in their favor and would keep heading in that direction while those more wary and pragmatic-- like Aziraphale-- felt that, in a lot of ways, it wasn't yet safe enough, and feared a coming conservative backlash, as so often happens in the wake of big waves of social progress.

While Crowley and Aziraphale would still be targeted by Heaven and Hell for their relationship, there had always also been the fact that they had to hide it in the human world as well. Crowley had wanted to get his hands on holy water since 1862 so why is he only going after it himself for the first time 105 years later, in 1967?

Because he wants to go for broke and live with Aziraphale.

He thinks if he has a weapon against Hell that he could protect them from their supernatural world, he has more to offer Aziraphale when he goes to him and suggests that maybe the pipe dream they whisper about sometimes where they could just be together could maybe be possible.

The passage of the Sexual Offences Act is what motivates Crowley to try to rob the church so he can try to make Aziraphale feel like they'd be safe enough if they tried to be openly together, like some of the human couples like them started doing a bit more, if carefully, around this time. The holy water would weaken the threat of Hell, in Crowley's eyes, and the passage of the Sexual Offences Act would make it so that they weren't dealing as much with dodging the human police, either, possibly making it so they would be safe enough to change the whole Romeo-sneaking-out-before-dawn situation that's been going on for (literally) millennia.

I looked at it in more detail over here but part of why Crowley is anxiously trying for this is that, by 1967, they're running out the clock on the 6,000 years from Eden and Crowley isn't sure he's going to survive Armageddon and, even if he does, he doesn't know how he and Aziraphale will be together. It makes him more inclined to take on unnecessary risk out of anxiety because he's afraid. He needs Aziraphale to tell him to slow down a bit and to give him a sense of optimism that they'll find a way out of the end of the world when the time comes and be together for eternity.

In 1967, Aziraphale is afraid that they'll get caught out by Heaven and Hell and wind up dead and he wants Crowley in his life for forever. It's never been that he doesn't want to be with Crowley; it's always that he's afraid that doing so openly will result in Crowley getting killed. While there are definitely cases to be made for both points of view, Aziraphale's view is that he doesn't want them to have a short burst of time openly together and then lose Crowley forever when he could have him for eternity if they play it safer.

That's what you go too fast for me means.

It means slow down-- you are careening off a cliff here. I don't think it's safe enough and I love you too much to lose you.

The way I need S3 to flip The Bullet Catch around and somehow include The Wheel of Death but where some magic whatever stuff happens a la Furfur's miracle block and Aziraphale has to actually throw knives at Crowley, who is naturally the assistant who is tied to the wheel. Including the last, dramatic throw where the target is an apple atop the Serpent of Eden's head.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens meta #crowley x aziraphale #good omens 1967

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mysteriesgalplusdamianthings · 3 years ago

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Homeward Bound (NSFW)

This is a small snipit from my damimaps oneshot. This was based on a prompt wish list from @gumbloodygirl I really like, there were like eight other prompts that I might take a gander at later down the road but this stood out to me.

This one was where Maps and Damian venture back to Gotham with a little surprise for the fam, after a whole year of raising their child away from home.

So a big thank you @gumbloodygirl for the prompt.

Warning: it has smut obviously, so read at your own risk.

Here's the link if you want to read the rest of it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32561929

Happy Reading!!!!

Maps felt uncomfortable.

Very uncomfortable.

She breathed laboriously shifting awkwardly in her bed, groaning as she did, her eyes slowly fluttered open to be faced with her ceiling. She blinked away the sleep in her eyes, reaching up to rub leisurely at them. Maps wanted to spread out her aching body but found that she couldn't, what she first had noticed was that she felt somewhat pleasantly warm. The second was a substantial weight laying on her bare chest.

Ah, now she remembers, Maps thought fondly.

She sighed contently as she reached down to run her thin fingers through his soft hair, she heard a soft moan from the man on top of her as he snuggled up closer to her, wrapping his arms securely around her waist. Maps placed a soft kiss on his head before she looked over at her clock and read two-thirty in the morning.

The soft glow of the moonlight casting through her window was the only source of light she had, permitting her to turn her attention back to Damian, studying the defined lines and contours of his face to her heart's content. His head rested comfy buried between her breasts, as one of his legs was tucked snugly in between both of hers; so she's entirely and utterly wrapped up in his warmth.

Enwrapped in him.

She couldn't help but chuckle lightly at how cute he looked sleeping on her like this. She ran her thumb across his swollen lips reviving their last-night activities that lead up to this cherished minute. They had basically planned to have a late pizza date night, by starting the evening off with watching a whole marathon of shark week together. Not even ten minutes into the first episode did they venture off into something else... now laid a half-empty box of cheese pizza on their nightstand and a still paused shark week on their tv.

Maps contemplated reaching over for the remote to shut the tv off, but feard waking Damian up in the process. So she settled for leaving it on, they could continue it later on if they had time.

Especially since Damian had promised they'd finish the episode after they were done with their lovemaking, but he had immediately fallen asleep after a few rounds of them tumbling unitedly between sheets with sweet nothings and desperate kisses.

Although, Maps couldn't find it in herself to be upset or even annoyed at their plans being ruined. Moments like this were somewhat of a rare occurrence in their day-to-day life, however, it's not so much due to work or patroling that's been necessarily keeping them busy.

So this was a welcoming atmosphere; or the calm before the storm.

Maps let out a weary sigh.

She knew the conversation she was going to have with him wasn't going to be an easy one, but it was something she needed to address. She can't keep putting this on hold anymore, it wasn't healthy and they both knew it is the right choice for the three of them, for everyone.

She gazed in thought up at the ceiling, pondering on how to go about telling him.

Maybe she could get Dick to convince him? Or Alfred? They always knew what to say to get Damian to compromise.

Maps slowly maneuver her hand from his hair and down his back, her fingers rippled over the many scars and burns he's obtained over the years. She sighed again, as she gets to thinking about the new chapter in their life.

Leaving their new home in Arlington for Gotham.

It was a big step, an overwhelming, terrifying, and nerve-racking step, all at a cost for various reasons.

The main one relates to the boy who is at the moment using her as a body pillow; namely the life he left behind to start a new one with her to be exact. It had happened about a year ago, when she had discovered she was pregnant with Damian's child.

It had been the happiest moment of their lives, knowing that there was a life growing inside of her. It was at that realization that they decided to move, to find a place that wasn't surrounded by its own corruption, a place with new beginnings, a place where they can just leave everything behind and start anew.

They had found that place here in Arlington, yes, of course, it had its pros and cons but it was nice and it was theirs.

But unfortunately, they had moved before their son Isaac was born.

So the family had never gotten the chance to meet him. Their little bundle of joy; the light of their life. And that was something Maps wasn't too thrilled with, no she was absolutely not having any of it.

No matter what happened in their past, or what Gotham consisted of, the bats were Isaac's family too and they have every right to see their nephew and be a family with him.

Damian was just going to have to accept that.

She didn't care if she had to move back to Gotham by herself. Isaac was going to meet the people she now calls her family. Although she will admit, she couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive about what the future holds for them, all of them really.

Moving back to Gotham could mean chaos and trouble, but dammit' it was still her home, she grew up there with all her friends, and had even found the love of her life in that godforsaken city.

Gotham may be an eternal damnation, but she had so many treasured memories there. Even if it was a shared agreement between the two of them to leave the city, it hadn't made the move any easier.

And it's not like she wants to leave without her husband... but he can be so selfish and stubborn at times. Maps chewed on the inside of her lip anxiously, or maybe she was the one being selfish?

She glanced down at Damian's sleeping form, so peacefully, completely unaware of the war going on in her head.

"Stop thinking already," he mumbles into her chest.

Or maybe not.

"Damian, did I wake you?" Maps asked, watching him shift lightly.

"You're pinching me," Damian grumbles shifting again and away from her hand.

She looked over and found herself pinching at one of his prominent scars, something she had picked up a year into their marriage, it was a small habit she did when she was thinking hard about something. She smoothed her hand down his back then up to his hair again, pressing another gentle kiss to his head.

"Sorry, I can't help it." Maps whispered, pressing another kiss to his forehead. Damian settled back into her as he sighed into her bosom. Maps felt his hot breath spread up to her neck, she slightly shivered as heat spread throughout her body.

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice sleep-laden and spent.

Maps pause for a moment, now is a good of a time as any to tell him. Better rip the band-aid off now before she chickens out.

She breathes in then out to calm her racing heart, her chest heaved with effort. She let the silence settle in to collect herself some more before answering him.

She breathed then said, "I want to move back to Gotham," she quietly declares into the silent air, hoping her rapid beating heart would just calm down already. Damian stays silent for a moment or two, laying completely still, listening to the beats of her heart.

Maps bit her lip hard as her nerves rush up in her stomach and then into her chest, she was always making declarations like this in the worst times.

Maybe she should have waited until he was fully rested... but then he'd have more energy to argue back with her if she did.

Her hand stills in his hair as she franticly tries to backtrack her statement, but stopped in her mid-panic attack as she felt him move to sit up, now he's staring down at her with a serious look coating his eyes.

He doesn't look mad... but he doesn't look too happy either.

"Why?" he asked the question simply as if he was trying to understand, voice taught and probing. Maps reached her hands up to wrap one around his neck and the other to stroke his cheek gazing up at him with warm pleading eyes.

She smiled as he leaned into her touch, "I want your family to meet our son, I want him to have a life with the people we love Damian, I want them to share these precious moments we have with Isaac with everyone else, that's why." Maps replied back in a soft tone to let him know that she was genuine about what she stated, showing her concern for their son's future.

Damian frowned gently, his gaze intensified.

After a moment of quietness, he uttered, "No," with a sharp tone removing her hand from his face. "And that's final, go back to sleep."

"What?" Maps exclaimed hurt and confused, she knew Damian wasn't going to agree so easily but to reject her proposal without so much as a reason why made her angry. And Maps wasn't one to back down so easily, she hastily sat up glaring at him, and shouted.

"Why not? This will be good for him, for us, why can't you see that?" She threw her hands up as the covers slid down to their waist, the two unmoved by the sudden chill of the room hitting their naked bodies.

Damian straightens back his shoulders to appear taller as he glared down at her with equal fervor.

He crossed his arms against his broad chest, "We had both agreed that we will raise our son somewhere that wasn't Gotham, somewhere far away from the caps and cowls and now after building a stationary life here, you want to go back?" Damian shouted back as his eyes glowed a familiar shade of green, Maps wasn't discouraged by it.

"Yes," Maps replied plain and simple, folding her arms across her chest as well. The two stared down at each other, daring the other to back down, but neither was budging.

"No," he repeated again with more power to his voice, Maps rolled her eyes.

"Give me one good reason why we shouldn't?" she snapped back.

"It's dangerous," he replied.

She scoffed, "Everywhere is dangerous Damian," she spat back rolling her head animatedly, flattening her hands to her hips as if challenging him to continue.

His glare hardened, "Because I said so," he hissed.

"That's not a good reason," she shouted back.

Damian growled, feeling agitated by the minute. He wasn't fully awake to be having this conversation with her, he'll need to turn the tables in his favor. With that idea in mind, an idea pops into his head.

Damian leans in and presses a soft peck to her lips, surprising her for a millisecond before he leaned in further to give her an open-mouth kiss. Maps gasped as she backs away in shock, Damian places his hand on her shoulders gently pushing her down back into the mattress.

Maps had to blink a few times because this was not what she had expected from him.

Maps indistinctly tried to stifle a small groan, as he was now vigorously sucking on her neck, ugh he was being such a complete moron, her stupidly cute moron. Oh God, she loves this man so much, but she's all but ready to punch him in his stupid face.

"D-Damian," Maps shrikes as Damian rubs his thumb against her left nipple.

"Shh, you'll wake Isaac," he muttered into her neck, repositioning himself so he's fully situated between her legs again, which she subconsciously made room for him to do so.

He lies his full body weight on top of her's so the hard planes of his chest was pressed against her soft plump bust.

"I doubt that," she whispered, unsure at the moment, glancing at the door connected to their bedroom that was hosting their child's nursery.

"Anyways we were talking about- ah!" Maps gasped out loud, observing Damian move to bite at her nipple.

"I said no already, will you just drop it," he said kissing the gap between her breast, Maps whined. He pressed his kisses down the valley of her breast, to her navel, all the way down to her pelvic.

He sat upon his knees and forced her legs apart, staring at her wet pussy hungrily, she watched him bow his head between her thighs and gasped as his nose met her hot skin.

Maps clawed at the blankets closing her eyes tight before dropping her head onto her pillow, "H-hey would you sto-mph," his warm breath warned her a second before he brushed his lips against her cunt, spreading her folds with his tongue, he dragged his hot tongue slowly along her clit and teased her.

Humming as his tongue slid in and out of her, running his large hands up and down her quivering legs.

She pulled desperately, trying to pull away, feeling herself become undone by his skillful lips by the second, he grabbed her hips and held her in place keeping her trapped.

She tensed as his tongue flicked over her clit again causing her to jerk upwards, "Ah, Damian!" Maps whispered breathlessly.

He ignored her pleases, pushing a thick finger inside of her, adding another in after hearing a sharp gasp leave her lips. Moving them in and out in time with his mouth, his motions intensified hearing a long sluty moan echo in his ears, he smirked.

"A-at least give it a-ah chance, a month and oh! mph... if you don't like it we could always just m-move back." Maps pleaded, hoping he'd stop distracting her long enough so she could think properly.

But at last, she wasn't going to get such a request any time soon, as Damian moved from her cunt, back up to her neck, then finally her lips. Placing random kisses on her nose, cheek, and forehead still pumping his fingers in and out of her at a vigorous pace.

He was playing a dirty game here.

"Damian-mph" Maps was silenced by his lips connecting with hers grazing a path along her bottom lip with his warm tongue and nips gently with his teeth. Causing her to open her mouth for him so he could deepen the kiss.

Without thinking, Maps wraps her arms around Damian's neck pulling him in closer as their tounges intertwine in a fight for dominance.

Damian won.

Getting lost in the sensation that is Damian, he pulls his fingers free from her throbbing walls causing a short whine from her into their embrace, naturally, he starts grinding into her, creating delicious friction between the two, drawing a deep moan from them both.

Maps couldn't help but grind back into him as their bodies moved like waves together, creating a smooth rhythm. He reached down to knead at her hips and one of her breasts, rolling his index finger and thumb over her right nipple giving it some much-needed attention.

"Damian please," Maps whined breathlessly, Damian couldn't help but smile.

"Please what?" he said teasingly, knowing he now has the upper hand.

"I- you... this- ah! this isn't fair," Maps half-cries and half-moans out loud as he enters her.

"This is fair love," he whispers into her ear as he starts to move in and out of her in slow motions and the occasional roll of his hips, dragging out his thrusts. Causing slight grating against her clit, generating yet another familiar vulgar moan to escape her lips, prompting Damian to moan as well.

Damian sighed heated and sharp in her ear finding her little groans the most enraptured noise to ever grace his ears.

Damian moved his hands down to grip her hips as he thrusts up into her hard. And for a while, the only sound that filled their room was their bodies slapping against each other and scattered breathy moans from the both of them.

"N-no, I-" Maps slides her hands up his chest for leverage as he speeds up his pace, she just couldn't get a single word out for every time she did he'd bottom her out completely stealing her breath away, forgetting what she had wanted to say in the first place.

Damit, she wasn't going out like this.

Maps frowned and leaned up to bit his shoulder, prompting Damian jerk in pain. She quickly shoved him off pushing him to the side so his back was now laying flat on their mattress.

She wastes no time shifting their positions so she was now straddling him, placing both her hands flat on his chest, she looked down at him with dark determined eyes.

"Listen here you idiot," Maps snapped, watching Damian's eyes widen with shock and if she wasn't mistaken... a bit of pride too. "We're doing this whether you like it or not, I already bought the tickets so you can either stay here and sulk while I and your son leave or you can come with us and be a family." Maps huffed angrily, as Damian silently, begrudgingly, contemplated his options.

He sighed closing his eyes, "Fine, but only for a month," he brooded looking like a pouty child.

Maps squealed excitedly leaning down to shower him in kisses and thank you's.

"I promise you won't regret this and this way Isaac can see his uncles and grandpa and-" Damian reached up behind her head smashing her lips against his, he pulled back with a smug smirk.

"Why don't we continue where we left off before you go on your little amusing rant," he suggested placing his hands where her thighs and ass meet.

Maps nodded with a giggle, as Damian began moving her up and down while simultaneously thrusting up into her, picking up his pace where he had left off.

Leaving nothing but soft moans amidst the couple, echoing all throughout the night.

#damian wayne #damimaps #gotham academy #dc comics #fanfiction #batman #batfamily #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #maps mizoguchi #damian x maps #smut

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sagefzy · 3 years ago

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PART FOUR: POPCORN AND GREEN TEA

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You tapped your foot on the pavement, anxious to finally meet the eyes of your old friend. The feeling of excitement was almost overwhelming all your senses, the only thing you could focus on was the plain, faded brown door in front of you. Quickly, you sent Suna a text to let him know of your arrival, however in the corner of your eye, you suddenly noticed two figures approaching. You shrugged it off, thinking that it was just two guys passing by on a walk, but rather than walking past the house, they stepped up the driveway slowly drawing near you.

Hearing Ennoshita's words in your mind about being aware of your surroundings, you discreetly glanced back observing the two. But, much to your surprise, it was the exact two guys who bombarded you at the supermarket yesterday. Well, actually, more like the one blond who smashed a shopping cart into your heel, blubbering apologies and looking away, while the other one stood there and watched the whole incident play out.

You watched them for what seemed like forever. Could they possibly be Suna's friends? No, the whole thing seemed too coincidental, surely that couldn't be the case. Not willing to take the chance, you took out your phone once more in hopes to get Suna to clarify that those were, indeed, not his friends. Unfortunately for you, it appeared that the universe had decided to make you a pawn in its game because the two of them were, indeed, his friends.

You let out a heavy sigh, you could already tell that the next few hours would be nothing but awkward stares and embarrassing conversations. Not wanting to ruin your one day of freedom- the one day where you didn't have to listen to your dad's constant yells, telling you how much of a disappointment you are- the one day where you didn't have to sit in front of the piano all day just to feel some sort of gratification. It was then that you decided to just ignore the situation, and pretend as if the blond wasn't the reason that the back of your foot was wrapped in a bandage. For all Suna knew, this was you guys' first encounter, so be it.

Right as the door opened, your eyes were drawn to the tall green-eyed boy who you used to spend every day with as a young kid. "Y/N, so glad you're here!" Suna smiled, as he went in for a quick hug. "Those two behind you are Atsumu and Osamu." He introduced, pointing to the two that were now directly behind you. The blond looked absolutely horrified, stealing brief glimpses at the bandage that hugged your heel, the other one, however, stared back with a nonchalant smile. "They may have almost the same face, but the one with the ugly piss-colored hair is Atsumu, and the normal looking one is Osamu."

You grinned back at the two, showcasing your brightest smile, hoping that they'd get the message to not bring up the fact that this was not your first encounter. You were going to introduce yourself to the two, but the blond seemed to beat you to cut. "How come Samu is the normal one?" He whined.

Suna snickered, "Because Osamu doesn't act like a dramatic brat who needs his hand held every damn second of the day."

Suna's blunt words made you softly chuckle, there was something in friendly banter that just made it so pure and innocent. You looked up at the two, noticing that the blond's expression had softened after hearing your giggles. With the brief moment of silence at hand, you decided to take this as the moment to introduce yourself. "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you Atsumu and Osamu."

"Well now that we got introductions out of the way, why don't we go inside and find something to do," Suna suggested.

"Rinny, can we watch a movie?" You asked excitedly. The last time you had watched a movie was when you hung out with Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Ennoshita before leaving Miyagi, and your dad hardly ever let you engage in anything other than school work or piano, making it a rare treasure.

Suna nodded, "Watching a movie it is."

As all of you entered the house, you couldn't help but hear the blond, Atsumu mutter to his brother, "If I called 'm Rinny I think he'd punch me on the spot."

A smile quickly reappeared on your face as you heard his brother respond, "I don't know, I'll give ya one thousand yen to put it to the test."

"No, I think I'll choose life," He giggled.

You found your way to the couch and swiftly pulled out your phone, eager to let your friends know your current situation. The whole scene sounded like something straight out of a book.

You clicked your phone off and turned your attention to the aroma that seemed to be emerging from the kitchen. The familiar scent, caramel popcorn and green tea, jogged an almost forgotten memory of your childhood. An unlikely duo, yet even as a child you couldn't get enough of the weird combination. No one would've ever thought to put the two together, but it just worked.

You almost laughed at the sight. Suna walked out of the kitchen juggling three bowls of caramel popcorn, three bottles of energy drinks, and, of course, your mug of green tea. Since he had such little grace, you got up and lent a helping hand. "No, no you're my guest and you're injured go sit back down," Suna scolded.

"Well it's too late, I'm already here, so I'll just take some of that off your hand," You said while grabbing the mug of tea and the three energy drinks. You walked over to the twins and handed them each their bottle.

"Say what happened to yer foot over there?" Osamu asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah you never told me what you did to your foot, Y/N," Suna added as he placed the remaining bowls on the side table.

"It's not a big deal I just scraped myself with glass while unpacking," You blurted. You hoped that the lie was convincing enough, but to be honest, scraping yourself with glass sounded way more believable than being run over with a shopping cart.

"I see, sorry to hear that," Osamu responded in an almost surprise-like manner. You thought that maybe he expected you to call out his brother, however you decided to stick with your initial decision of ignoring the situation to save your night from awkwardness. His expression only got more surprised as he realized the unusual food combination you were eating. For only eating caramel popcorn with green tea, he looked as if you were committing a crime against food.

"Green tea with caramel popcorn?" He asked.

With no shame you nodded your head. "Don't knock it until you try it, it's my favorite combo in the world. I can never get enough of it."

Suna sighed, "Yeah, it's no use to convince her otherwise it's been more than a solid seven years since i last saw her and she still likes it."

The night ended almost as quickly as it started. Although you were initially worried about it being awkward, your worries were soon rested once Osamu started explaining his love of cooking. You both talked endlessly about all sorts of sweets and savory foods you both enjoyed indulging in. However, his twin, on the other hand, barely talked as he aimlessly played around with his phone.

Your eyes noticed the time on the nearby clock, the numbers displaying that it was near midnight. Your stomach instantly knotted, if your dad wasn't asleep, you for sure were going to get an ear full when you arrived home. You picked up your phone, and smiled at Suna and Osamu who's chest softly rose up and down as they slept.

You stood up quietly, getting Atsumu's attention. You didn't expect him to do or say anything since he'd been quite dull the entire night, but it seemed like this was a night of surprises. "Yer not planning to go all the way to the bus stop by yerself now are ya?" He asked.

"Well I'm not waking either of them so they can escort me if that's what you're asking," you responded "But, you're more than welcome to join me if it'll put your mind at ease." You fully expected him to not care, however he grabbed his jacket next to him and stood up, walking over to where you stood by the front door.

He quietly opened the door, careful to not make a creaking noise. "After you," He said as he directed you out of the house. The crisp winter air hit your face, your whole body jolted from the sudden change of temperatures. "Don't suppose yer cold now?" He asked, probably noticing your shivering. You replied by shaking your head and continued on the trail to the bus stop.

The rest of the walk was mostly silent, neither one of you knowing what to say. This was definitely uncharacteristically of Atsumu, anyone who'd even slightly know him would expect him to be chatting your ear off with overdramatized commentary. However, things seemed to be different in this situation, there was an eerie feeling about you that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Of course, it didn't help that your first encounter with him was him, in fact, running a shopping cart into you, but it wasn't just that. Maybe it was the way you presented yourself, in an almost sickening sweet-like manner. It all felt artificial, like a facade.

"Well this is it," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts, "Just in time for the last bus, thanks for walking with me." You turned around to enter the vehicle but before you could, a hand made its way to your arm. You immediately flinched at the contact, pulling away at the light hold he had on you.

"I'm sorry I just- i um," He started, trying to find a way to word what he wanted to say. "I wanted to say that 'm sorry for yesterday, it was kind of a shitty thing to do, and 'm also sorry for not really talking all that much today, ya seem really nice and I'm usually not this bad when it comes to meeting new people. And, I totally ruined the night by ignoring you I-"

You lightly laughed, "It's alright, plus any friend of Rin's, is a friend of mine, and you didn't ruin tonight at all, I thought it was perfect." You both smiled back at each other, not saying anything for a moment. You cleared your throat, "Um, I'll see you around, have a good night, Atsumu."

He watched as you entered the bus. A small smile made it on his face as he watched you wave goodbye from the bus window. He waved back and muttered under his breath, "Good night, Y/N."

The bus ride was only about ten minutes. Anxiously, you opened the door to your house, hoping that by some miracle your dad would be sound asleep. The old door slightly creaked, you peaked inside and all your worries flushed away as you saw your dad passed out on the couch. Granted he was passed out drunk, at least that's what you gathered by the four bottles of empty beer that laid at his feet.

Even for you, life wasn't as perfect as it seemed. As much as you wanted it to be, as much as you led people on to think that it was, it just wasn't. The worst part of it was that deep down, you felt accountable for it all. Maybe if you would've been just a little better at piano, you could've achieved your perfect life.

You reached your bedroom and exhaustedly plopped down on your bed. You glanced at the picture of your mother on your bedside table. Her long hair glided down her lavender dress, her face gleaming with a smile. In one hand she held her violin and the other held an award deeming her the best violinist in the nation. She was talented, beautiful, intelligent, and made your dad happy. She was absolutely everything you weren't, and your dad made sure to remind you everyday.

Life before she died was perfect. You could never recall a memory of you being sad around her. Before you closed your eyes, you whispered, "I wish I was perfect like you."

fun facts !

Whenever Atsumu doesn't know how to address a situation, he just goes on his phone and plays angry birds.

If you're ever bored, Osamu will talk forever about all the different ways you can cook the same recipe.

Suna can never stay awake during a movie night, he always falls asleep somehow.

Before getting into volleyball, the twins' mother tried to get them into violin, however that quickly failed once Atsumu broke his bow on the second day of lessons.

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smau written by @sagefzy

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sagewritesmore · 3 years ago

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PART FOUR: POPCORN AND GREEN TEA

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Suna snickered, "Because Osamu doesn't act like a dramatic brat who needs his hand held every damn second of the day."

"Well now that we got introductions out of the way, why don't we go inside and find something to do," Suna suggested.

Suna nodded, "Watching a movie it is."

As all of you entered the house, you couldn't help but hear the blond, Atsumu mutter to his brother, "If I called 'm Rinny I think he'd punch me on the spot."

A smile quickly reappeared on your face as you heard his brother respond, "I don't know, I'll give ya one thousand yen to put it to the test."

"No, I think I'll choose life," He giggled.

You found your way to the couch and swiftly pulled out your phone, eager to let your friends know your current situation. The whole scene sounded like something straight out of a book.

"Say what happened to yer foot over there?" Osamu asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah you never told me what you did to your foot, Y/N," Suna added as he placed the remaining bowls on the side table.

"Green tea with caramel popcorn?" He asked.

With no shame you nodded your head. "Don't knock it until you try it, it's my favorite combo in the world. I can never get enough of it."

Suna sighed, "Yeah, it's no use to convince her otherwise it's been more than a solid seven years since i last saw her and she still likes it."

He watched as you entered the bus. A small smile made it on his face as he watched you wave goodbye from the bus window. He waved back and muttered under his breath, "Good night, Y/N."

Life before she died was perfect. You could never recall a memory of you being sad around her. Before you closed your eyes, you whispered, "I wish I was perfect like you."

fun facts !

Whenever Atsumu doesn't know how to address a situation, he just goes on his phone and plays angry birds.

If you're ever bored, Osamu will talk forever about all the different ways you can cook the same recipe.

Suna can never stay awake during a movie night, he always falls asleep somehow.

Before getting into volleyball, the twins' mother tried to get them into violin, however that quickly failed once Atsumu broke his bow on the second day of lessons.

perfectionism ©

smau written by @sagefzy

taglist: open just send an ask :)

@shephard17895 @art-junkie-13 @vhsryuu @qualitygiantshoepsychic @everytimeswift @kritiiiii

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harryswatermelonsegment · 5 years ago

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Fire For You

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles,Harry Styles/Omc x2

Rating : Strong R 100% porn w/o plot tbh

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* orgies,sex parties, anal sex, male oral sex, female oral sex, anal play, sub!dom play, drug use, vaginal penetration, squirting

A/N: Look, never posted fic. And I haven't checked anything 😳 Due to the heavily noted anon prompt fluttering around my dash that read: "My friend went to some weirdo eyes wide shut kind of party in the Hollywood Hills last year and overheard 'yeah you can't use that room, Harry Styles is high as fuck and getting railed by some dudes in there" plus that damn 🍉 video... well, I am at peak feral in quarantine and 3k of smut just popped right out. Title actually the Cannons song cos it's such a sex song innit? I'm doing this at 4.20am after starting this at 11pm my time so..good fucking night. ✌🏻🍉

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You were petrified.

You'd moved halfway across the world with your best friend after a shitty person broke your heart and your spirits.

A circumstantial opportunity had arisen to become her PA,after her chance audition for a series had turned into cult viewing overnight.

She was everything you weren't. Confident, effortlessly cool and entirely comfortable in her own skin and sexuality. That's why, as she sauntered away with a tuxedo clad tall stranger, you stood frozen on the spot trying to remember it was okay to watch.

It had been her idea for you to submit an application after you'd said you needed to take risks and feel good in your skin again. Your best friend had told you you were wasting your youth, after years wasted on the ex you were in this country trying to forget. That you should embrace you were young, hot, single and getting older by the second. So you'd rolled your eyes and submitted your video application. You wouldn't get a reply for such an elite thing.

And yet, here you now were, in a millionaires mansion watching two men fuck a bunny masked stranger infront of you. She looks up at you through the velveteen eye holes and offers you to join with her finger come hithering you over. Your eyes widen.

You immediately remember your stiff upper lip and bound up the right hand staircase as fast as your heels will allow. Hoping to find a cool place to catch your breath.

Maybe you weren't as free spirited as you were in your head. Open to trying things theoretically, but now, as you see a flurry of naked bodies out of your peripheral vision and hear sounds you'd only heard in more private settings, you felt quite overwhelmed.

You were no virgin but not to say you could count on two hands your conquests past kissing either.

You came to the one shut door at the end of the long hallway, assuming it was a bathroom. Heels clicking against the pristine marble floor below as you approached. You put your hand to the cold metal handle, if you weren't prepared to see strangers fuck, you certainly weren't prepared for this.

There were five people in the room.

Three men on the bed and two women. The first woman sat open thighed across a low backed plush chair. Another on all fours on the floor licking into the others cunt as one guy stuck his fingers into her own folds from behind. He was then, with the rest of his olive skinned built body, sharply thrusting into the man on the bed at such a pace you could hear his balls slap against the sweat glistening flesh. He held his hip nearest to you so tightly, you could see the red marks appear from under his large hands.

The slender man receiving all this action was being silenced in his pleasure by the guy kneeling up in front of him. He hummed loudly through his nose as his mouth was busy bobbing up and down the guys length. Eyes closed in the orange low light as he was thrust into still, with such force he deep throated the guy he was swallowing down. He suddenly gagged and the man moaned then pulled his head away and nodded to signal if he was okay to continue, he agreed then he got right back down to business.

It was probably one of the more explicit scenes she'd seen. Making her feel hot and cold all at once. Not because of what was happening, no, it was who it was.

His face was disguised by a navy blue, high winged, theatrical mask. As were those involved, or some variation at least.

You heard a voice beside you at the door frame. A deep voice talking to a white bunny beside him

"Nah, that rooms got enough going on, Harry Styles is high as fuck getting railed by two dudes"

And that's all the confirmation you damn well needed. You'd been in L.A three weeks. Three weeks was all it had taken for you to be stood watching Harry fucking Styles getting Eiffel towered by two guys in the Hollywood Hills whilst you watched, mouth agape in barely any underwear.

No one had seemed to notice your intrusion, if the screaming of the red head in the chair reaching her climax was anything to go by. She rode out her high on the blondes face before getting up, lighting a joint and pulling the blonde up by roots. No real concern that she hadn't climaxed from Mr. Powerthrusts fingers yet. Dragging the young white cat back towards the door with a glistening mouth and chin, you were still entranced at the boy on the bed pooling your sheer briefs and the sight before you.

The redhead looked at you, to where your focus was on, then back to you. Giving one condescending chuckle. Still with the small blonde girls hair in a vice hold she spoke roughly into your ear as she passed.

"He's soft and ready to go sugar, strike whilst he's still loose" with that, she kisses your cheek and her Loboutins clicked away from you.

You stood there. Tits up to your chin from the force of the practically sheer black bra you were spilling out of, the suspender belt grasped your hourglass shape perfectly too. There was delicate, black designer underwear framed by the belt and thigh high stockings. You'd felt beyond confident at the beginning of the party. New eyes dragging over you in a way they didn't when you were in your regular get up of jeans and a t shirt. But behind the Japanese type kitsune half mask, you had felt invincible.

Right up until the point people actually started fucking.

But this, this was different.

You'd never been into guy on guy action, not even in porn. It didn't ignite any fire inside the pit of your stomach like it should. But seeing someone you'd casually ogled through the media like the other few million in the world had, well the chances of being in this position again were rare. Suddenly, the thrill of being able to possibly turn dream into reality spurred you on. He'd never know it was ever you if you met again right?

The three of them were still going at it. Powerthruster behind, contorting his face as he placed smack after smack across the pale flesh of Harry's ass. Grabbing a fistful in each hand as he sped up even more to reach his climax, he cried out when he did pulling Harry's hips flush against his own, it was only now, amongst all the activity that you notice Harry's cock for the first time.

The rumours online highly underestimate it.

He's long and thick and his drippy head is causing a string of pre cum to trail from its opening onto the white silk sheets below.

You clamp a hand between your thighs, the first time you feel your inhibitions falter that night. You had to relieve some of the friction your body needs. Watching the man remove himself, and toss the condom in the bin by the door frame you were still fixed to.

Harry scrambles to the other muscular guy infront of him, kneeling back on his calves, hissing a little as his legs under each cheek spread his already tender hole a bit. He doesn't miss a beat though, the already close to orgasming guy looking down at green doe eyes as he pushes Harry's mouth from him. Harry knows where this is leading and opens his mouth for him spill his seed onto his waiting tongue.

By this point you'd moved quietly from the door and across the wall so you were in prime position to watch Harry swallow all this man's cum whilst you just stood watching.

Feeling like a pervert, feeling turned on, feeling fucking everything to be frank. You'd question it later. Right now you needed Harry to touch you.

One leg kicked up behind you so you could slightly part your thighs and rub your middle finger down your folds beneath your knickers. You began to put on a show. The other hand is inside your bra cupping and squeezing your nipple between your index and forefinger sharply. Panting quietly as you see Harry's eye clock you in his peripheral vision. You're terrified of his reaction for a second before remembering the setting of the evening, but he smirks the best he can do with an open mouth and looks you up and down slowly. His dick twitches in his lap and that's all it takes for you to start rubbing two soaked fingers fast against your clit, your ego inflated that you could be the cause of his heightened arousal. You're going at such a pace on yourself that you almost don't catch the ropes of cum descending into Harry's mouth as he watches you trying to get the release his actions have caused. The guy stills, spent. Harry is still watching you pant faster as you take the hand on your breast away to steady a palm against the wall. He holds the guys cum in his mouth before tearing his eyes away from yours to kneel up and place an opened mouthed kiss onto the guys lips, transferring him back into his own mouth, forcefully. Switching the dominant role back in his favour to show you who was really in control in the room despite how it may have looked. He breaks the kiss, both men chuckle at each other before Harry taps the other guys cheek with his palm playfully. Like his just scored a goal at the Sunday football league, but definitely not like they'd both shared a mouthful of semen.

Your pace has slowed down slightly but you see him whisper something into the man's ear before he hops off the bed, grabbing only his black briefs and closing the door behind him. But not before saying "have fun" to you with a knowing wink.

It suddenly feels very intimate. When there were a few more people in the room it felt easier to blend into the festivities, but now you were essentially alone with a stranger who was watching the slow movements of your hands in your underwear. You decided to carry on, to keep up the pretence that this is the sort of thing you do all the time of course.

It wasn't.

So when he stands straight up off the bed, taking the few steps towards you, slightly pouting into the air as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and gently grabs your wrist that leads to the hand on your pussy bringing the two digits that had been furiously rubbing your clit, up to his mouth. He never breaks his gaze as he sucks them fully, with the same technique you'd just seen on that man's dick minutes previous. Closing his eyes and humming approvingly at your sweet taste.

Your insides are screaming but your present body moans and he drops the hand to grab your waist and pull you tight to his torso. He kisses you hungrily and you taste mostly of yourself and try not to think about the other taste from the strangers cum on your tongue.

He kisses you like he's getting to know you through this alone, grazing his palms from your waist to your shoulder blades then back down slowly to your ass, gripping it tightly to his body as he hooks a thigh over his hip. His cock is sandwiched between you, droplets of pre cum on both your bellies. The crotch of your underwear is rubbing his length slightly as you rock your hips down onto his.

His tongue is lapping and swirling languidly against yours, it's unexpected given the setting but, it's fucking glorious. You grab fistfuls of curls at the back of his head between your fingers and once you get to the nape and give a sharp tug on the baby hair there, his breathing hitches.

"You're quite good at this" he says casually,taking a breath. You pant in response and chuckle slightly. Mostly at the contrast of moods he appears to have.

"Not s'bad yourself" you smile.

There's a heartbeat whilst he takes in your accent similar to his own he pulls back, brows furrowed causing his forehead to wrinkle down slightly at the top of the blue mask. This isn't the time to get to know one another though, you get that, and despite your reservations on this place you suddenly don't give a shit. You push your mouth into his neck suckling lightly and finding a sweet spot at his pulse that has him shaking. His nimble pianist fingers undo the flimsy material of your bra as he goes back to the weirdly passionate make out session, you let it fall off your shoulders, shaking it down your arms to the ground.

He walks you both back to the bed and sits down pulling you to straddle his thighs. You both moan at the reconnection and don't miss a beat rolling your hips over his slowly. Giving him a taste of what's to come. He grunts through his teeth out of frustration, pulling away from you both once more to reach blindly for the fishbowl of condoms, provided by the host, on the nightstand.

"Fucked anyone else tonight?" he asks matter of factly.

Your eyes looked shocked, even though they probably shouldn't be. You furiously shake your head.

"Hm" he chuckles as you lay your hands in your lap submissively, he clearly notices and you see an eyebrow raise over the mask. "that mean you're a good girl?"

Cottoning on to the game he's starting, and that you're more than willing to take part in, you take one side of your bottom lip between your teeth and nod quickly.

This is an absolute fantasy. But you're aware you could get interrupted at any moment so you'll take what you can get before being pushed out, and no doubt off, this absolute wet dream of a man.

He tears the packet open with his fingers, sitting back, a little hunched over to roll the rubber down his length. He hisses at the brief contact after being edged so much the last hour or so. You start to wonder how he's keeping up his stamina before he sits back up, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and interrupts.

"Gonna be a good girl f'me then love?" he leans forward places wet opened mouth kisses at each of your breasts in between his words, looking you straight in the eye. "Gonna slip those pants to the side and get on me then?"

No sooner had he spoke, you were grabbing his cock in your palm with one hand, and pulling the crotch of your soaked fabric to one side with the other. You hadn't done this in a fair few months and definitely never taken a cock as big as his, but your arousal was so high that you were desperate for the sweet pain of being stretched around him. You pumped him barely as to not roll up the condom, just grazing him and feeling him twitch in your fist as he watched you briefly stick two fingers into your cunt. The wetness being heard as you opened your mouth and gasped at the sensation. You didn't want to waste anymore time checking you were prepared so you scooted forwards on his lap. Brushing his swollen head against your clit, before tapping it a few time as you sunk down onto his length. It burned so good as you got to about halfway before lifting yourself up and sinking down again further. It took three times of doing that to be completely seated and drowning his cock in your juices as your pelvises locked together. You both took a second to pant out curses against each others necks.

"Jesusfuck. You're so fuckin' tight. Can you move? Fuck! Please move" he strained into your throat.

You sat back a bit so you were facing one another and with fingers pulling at those nape hairs you reconnected your mouths before rolling your hips experimentally against his.

"Oh fuuuuck" you shot out, the feeling of him so deep inside you and him pressing against your clit was other worldly. The friction of the underwear you still had on, gathered between your folds and caused the sweetest friction. He grunted once as your jaw lay slack at the contact, before getting impatient and guiding your hips to slam into him harder as he thrust up at the same time.

Your head was spinning.

His strong hands pulled you close to him he smeared your lips together as he flipped you so he was on top, manoeuvring you up the bed and slightly diagonal so his feet didn't dangle off the edge.

It became a power battle then. You knew he was on the edge and holding back. He pulled a leg to hitch around his waist and thrust into you at speed. Enough to leave you sore tomorrow. You smirked into his mouth, pulling both up further to lock behind his neck, knowing the angle would make it so much tighter and so much easier to reach that sweet spot inside you. With your head thrown back at the new angle he began leaving marks around your neck and breasts, trying so hard not to cum before you.

Then you had a brilliant, foolproof idea of how to win this game. As he was preoccupied leaving a red mark against your clavicle, you sucked your middle finger into your mouth for your planned attack. Before you could do anymore though, he moved two of his digits against your soaked clit at speed, tapping every now and then and making you writhe and grip the sheets with overstimulation. You held off best you can but he was hitting that spot that few had taken much longer to find before. You knew what was coming but it was too late to warn him.

Your orgasm took over your body from the middle down to your toes and up until your eyes practically rolled back in your head. You heard the lewd, wet sounds his thrusts were still making and wanting to even things up you made a quick recovery enough to part your mouth and make your middle finger drip with saliva as you gripped his ass to guide him into you. You could tell by his speed he was almost there so you went between his cheeks with your slick finger and suddenly buried it inside him to the hilt. He was still stretched from the previous guy so you sink to the knuckle easily. It only took two movements to feel him spill inside you. Long drawn out moans left his lips like a dirty drawl from his throat. You took out your finger and went slack onto the mattress.

He was spent but he wasn't done.

As he pulled out of you carefully, gushes of your cum cascaded down onto the expensive sheets. If he didn't know you were a squirter, he did now. He stared watching it fall from your weepy hole blind removing the condom and tossing it into the bin behind.

"Holy fuck. I.. I've never managed that before. You're a fucking dream….so fucking sexy. Fuck" he looked at you like a feast. Your saturated underwear stretched out beyond repair now. Laying against your thigh and the material dripping. He pulled the stockings from their clips quickly, not taking them off but so he could peel the knickers from your sticky thighs. You noticed he threw them down near what you assumed to be his tux.

And that was it, he pushed your thighs up and back to your body so your knees were flush against your chest. You felt some of your cum still seeping out if you and he growled watching the last few drops drip down your bum and onto the bed.

He dove into you like he'd not eaten in weeks. Lapping every bit of fluid from your pussy, clit, thighs and ass. He licked around your puckered hole as he sink two fingers into your cunt at pace.

"You got one more in there for me hmm?"

He said huskily, keeping one arm across your thighs as he sat up on his haunches to look down on you falling apart. You nodded frantically, feeling the bubbles in your stomach growing again. You felt the pressure build between your thighs. Completely living in this moment with this beautiful man you got to see so desperate for you to cum. He dived back in to trace figure eights across your clit with the tip of his tongue before laying it flat and going up over it again and again. He alternating the two before you were ready to burst. He felt it on his fingers so he stilled them inside you still lapping at clit but using his whole arm to move at speed up and down to keep pushing at that one ridge inside you. When he felt the first wave of your climax hit he quickly put his face infront of your cunt and let the force of your squirt hit him the face. He caught a good amount in his mouth before repeating the signature move of crawling back up to your face and getting your soft, limp body to open up so he could spit your cum back into your mouth. It was tart but sweet probably due to the pina coladas you'd sipped downstairs to get you loosened up a bit.

"Good girl. Swallow, show me y've swallowed it all up" he panted kneeling at your side.

You gulp and meekly open your mouth to prove it was all gone and he smirks and gives you a slow, lazy Sunday kind of kiss that sends its shivers down your spine. You stare at each other as he sweeps your sweet drenched hair from the front of your face. You're not sure what suddenly changed in the room but you've created your own bubble. Your own bubble where a millionaire pop star a Jenner has shagged, whispers praises against the shell of your ear in some sort of awe and kisses your neck and face tenderly. What even is life?

It's stupid but you don't want to go. Well, it's not stupid as this boy is a hurricane in the sheets and why would you not want more!

But you know the deal. This isn't a date. This is an elite fuck party. A. Fuck. Party.

The realisation dawns on you like a thorn to the side. You can't just lay here in a post orgasmic comatose state. There's people waiting, people he's waiting on too. He sees your eyes widen and watches in confusion as you take a white robe from the hook behind the door, still in your heels you pick up your bra. You smile briefly before closing the door behind you and practically sprinting to your car.

Not before seeing the guy Harry had been deepthoating earlier, now standing fully clothed with a headset at the door you'd just come out of with a suit and headset on. Like nothing had ever happened. Of course you weren't interrupted. Of course he had security. You rush back down the staircase before you have a panic attack in plain sight. Your thoughts scrambled beyond what you thought was capable. Did that really just happen? With him? Is this who you are now?

It's only when you get to the end of the street after texting a quick "sorry wasn't my scene, call me when you need picking up" to your mate before leaving that you're suddenly aware you're missing your underwear...

#harry styles smut #Solo 1d fic #harry styles fanfiction

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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Brothers anon, im gonna start combing the two separate submissions again cause its getting too short to have them separate I think?

1: His possession messed with memories Ranbob had before, so memories of school friends or playing with Ran were distant to erased. Though after Dreams possession it was also harder to make and keep memories. But thankfully as Ranbob was recovering from Dream and got futher away making memories came eaiser to him, though he'll never get back the memories he lost.

3: Oh he would very quickly grow to regret his decision, but it would be funny. And Benjamin would later admit that while it was annoying and stressful, it was also fun and he was very happy to have his two families meet and generally get along.

8: Everyone is just in shocked silence before Cletus just goes "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" Oddly happy that Ranboo committed so much arson. Oh definitely, after all the outcasts of society where put there. Of course people would make such negative rumors about Mizu and treat the people as the scum of the earth. Though this also means, people don't know what happened in Mizu, and anyone who knows, view it in a more happy and a "Their finally gone" type of way, then viewing it as the tragedy it was.

Spoons is a card game technically. A group of people sit in a group and everyone gets 4 cards, and you keep discarding at least 1 card of yours to the person on your left, who then does the same to their person on their left, the last person in the group puts a card into a discard pile. The goal is to get 4 of the same cards, and once someone gets 4 of the same cards, that person goes and grabs a spoon in a pile in front of them (let's say there's 5 players, theres only going to be 4 spoons cause there's always a spoon less than the people playing), once they grab one anyone can grab a spoon. And the person who doesn't get a spoon gets a S added to them, once Spoons is spelled the person gets out of the game, and a spoon gets removed to continue the game. Basically for flowers its played the exact same way but with flowers in the middle expect for spoons.

11: I just imagine Dream sulking in a corner as you yell at him and him going like "well I didn't know…" as he kicks a stone. And he wasnt sure what it was, but quickly jumped on the idea that maybe it was the fact that Ran was still alive somewhere, and that that's causing Ranbob to willingly let himself become weak and defy him. Causing Dream to become angrier at Ran and punish Ranbob harder.

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3: During the brothers fight in the storm, and after everyone runs off to find Ranbob, Ran is left alone. And he decides to just wander off into the storm, not protecting himself from the rain so he does get burnt. The whole time he's lost deep in thought and isn't really paying attention. He continues to wander for a whole day unfollowed (because after the Gladiators and Fishermen came back to the cave after finding Ranbob they are in no rush to find Ran and decide to look for him after the storm passes, which takes a full day) and at some point Raq finds him wandering. Which Raq then uses Rans distraction to his advantage and attacks him. At first only really the gladiators where concerned when they found Ran gone. But once they found him blinded and terrified everyone felt awful and a looming sense of guilt. And everyone continued to feel that way, even after they got the antidote and Ran started to see again.

4: They would just leave Ranbob alone and check in on him every now and again. But generally let him deal with it himself. They'd feel guilty leaving him alone, but they also know that they can't really do anything for him as their not prepared or briefed on how to help him in this situation.

10: Oh definitely, even with Ran blinded they would've been kicked out immediately for fighting, without even a second glance. Dont forget, Ran still cares for his brother. And maybe, losing his sight made him face the side of him that wanted to become family again with Ranbob, maybe it brought enough to light that he just can't ignore it anymore. Mostly only negative potions can be permanent, like posion, blinding, wither, and nausea (I know the last like 3/2 are effects but they've also found a way to make effects into potions.). You already know what a antidote for blindness would be. A antidote for wither would be, a ghast tear (actually a basic ingredient for almost every antidote), blaze powder, and glistening melon to make a overpowered healing potion. Antidote for posion would be ghast tear, swiftness (so it acts fast to get rid of the posion), and the 3rd ingredient depends on what kind of posion it was (posion that has a side effect of constricting or filling the lungs with water? Pufferfish and Turtle shell for last ingredients. Posion that has weakness? Blaze powder, and glistening melon) And antidote for nausea would be ghast tear, and potion of slowness to allow the person to slowly feel better, so their nausea doesn't hit them all at once before disappearing, which can cause them to throw up or have side effects.

13: Thats exactly what they did.

14: Jackie will 100% attempt to fight God and no one can stop him. :) (to be honest im not sure yet, I know I want to do more with Raq and have the idea that maybe he could be the person that finds Dream and gets him out of Mizu, but that's pretty often used in stories and I want to try to think of something more unique. Maybe I'll have it so Raq actually manages to capture the brothers or at least one of them and uses them as blackmail?)

15: When Ranbob was a child and Ran was just a baby Ranbob would often take Ran out of his crib and take him to go watch the fish swim by. When Ran was old enough he'd follow Ranbob everywhere, even a few times he managed to sneak into Ranbobs class room and almost wasn't caught. Ran got extremely clingy one day and managed to gather his haunting all up into his arms and carried them around, even though he was obviously struggling. And Ranbob used to complain about his teachers and idiotic classmates whenever he got home, which is funny when you consider Ran was very impressiable at the time and Ran started mimicking Ranbob, leading to him cursing, much to Ranbobs dismay.

And im curious, do you have any questions that I havent answered? Or do you have any ideas for anything? I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about anything honestly!

Course! I dont have much lore wise other than they go to Kelalen and when they hear Dream is still around they decide to stay back to help fight him. But the idea I have is that Karl is just kinda hanging with everyone I listed, talking about allies or treaties when his time traveling clock/watch starts to go off, and he panics, but sadly in his haste to stop it he makes it worse and it grabs everyone, where they end up in the future. After hours of confusion and explaining they calm down. When 2 days later they find the Gladiator and Fishermen group, at first Karl is strongly against going to then for help, but everyone basically ignores him and go to ask for help. Hours of explanation and proof giving later the GF (Gladiator and Fishermen, got tired of writing it out) group sadly tells them that they cant really help. Until Ran (who was previously gone searching the surrounding area and making sure it was safe) appears high up on a tree (cause I just can't get the image of Ran on a tree and looking comfortable and confident as hell out of my head), and says that maybe Kelalen can help, if not going to Foolish may be a good alternative. Isaac, and Grievous are extremely against going back (at this time a 2 months have past since they left Kelalen)n saying it could be dangerous but Ran just aboustely shoots them down, along with Watson and Jackie agreeing with Ran, and Karls group agreeing to it. They head off to Kelalen. And Jackie is extremely excited at the potential of going to see Foolish finally. And it'd probably be like a sub au where the brothers au is the main backbone for it but at a certain point it separates from the au and becomes its own.

1: Okay, ouch. Can you imagine if Ran brought one of those memories up, and just had Ranbob look confused, or horrified, depending on how quick he realizes what happened? How would Ran react to that realization, both before and after he forgives Ranbob?

3: If nothing else, everyone got some laughs from it-even Benjamin, once his friends were far, far away from his family and not able to teach them more chaos.

8: Cletus, why are you so happy? Do you just enjoy knowing chaos existed back then? Are you an arsonist? What’s up with you?

Also, wow. Not cool, other city people, that’s very mean.

Spoons sounds like it’s interesting, I might try it sometime. Did the group just have those cards on them? What other games did they have?

11: Good, put Dream back in the corner, I’m gonna be yelling more. Because, seriously dude? I know you probably exist solely out of spite, but c’mon. Admittedly, from a certain point of view, it could be considered amusing that your first thought was that Ranbob was making himself weaker out of defiance/spite but like. From a more responsible and mature viewpoint, that’s incredibly stupid, and I-just. Buddy, hate to tell you, but I’m pretty sure that’d just be a you thing. Besides you were in Ranbob’s head, didn’t he think Ran was dead? It doesn’t even make sense. Good lord, I’m half-tempted to get the broom and chase you around like you’re a particularly unruly barn cat.

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3: First of all, that sounds really scary for Ran. Second of all, are we getting an overprotective arc?

4: Kind of sad, but understandable, they’re dealing with the situation as best they can.

10: Even if the group was provoked by the townspeople? Potions sound really cool, wish I could make those in real life, tbh.

13: W-what do you mean ‘that’s exactly what they did’? Anon, is your friend, like, a legit gremlin? I’m spooked.

14: Foolish takes one look at Jackie, wearing a smile that exactly matched Tubbo’s when he was about to cause chaos, and immediately nopes out of that. He knows that face, and he will not be getting tangled into a fight with a goblin child today, no sir. I’m sure Jackie tries regardless though. (Also, that sounds like that goes horribly, do we get an overprotective ender-sibling, for whoever gets captured or used as blackmail, if that’s what you do?)

15: I love all of these so much, oh my gosh. Baby Ran seeing the fishes and following his big brother around. Poor Ranbob’s face when his baby brother cursed one day, Ran trying to carry all of his haunting. I’m in tears, honestly.

Umm...I can’t think of anything right now, to be honest. If I ever do have a question or idea though, I’ll through it on the Brothers AU tag for you to check out, I guess.

Oh, this sounds really cool. The part about them just ignoring their local time traveler when they’ve just time traveled particularly amuses me, as does Jackie wanting to see Foolish-I feel like Foolish may be a little more than terrified to see both Tubbo and Jackie back, honestly. Why was Ran willing to help them so much? What did they do to offer proof? How did Ranbob react once they proved who they were? How does all the group get along? Are they Ranboo’s haunting, and if so, if Ranboo gets close with his descendants, does he merge his hauntings with theirs? How does the time group feel about the Brothers fighting, and Ranbob’s possession?

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #tubbo #ranboo #foolish gamers

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morimallow · 4 years ago

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Dive With Me

⚠ : slight (?) NSFW in the beginning.

pairing: Hoshiumi Korai x reader because he be second to my Morisuke.

HOLY SHIT, I FORGOT. THIS CONTAINS SLIGHT SPOILERS ABOUT THE HAIKYUU MANGA.

“K-Korai..!” you called out his name as you tightened around his dick. “Slow down.. a-ahh..” You grabbed the edge of the headboard to gather some strength because he was pounding into you real good. He was filling you to the brim, hitting the exact same spot over and over again.

He leaned closer to you with his mouth dangerously near your ear. Hearing his soft grunts and heavy breathing just turns you on even more than before. “If you want me to slow down, you have to beg,” he pulls out his thick cock until only the tip is in, he continued, “louder, for my name,” he thrusts in you in one swift harsh move, “and harder, my darling.” You clenched your dripping pussy upon hearing that endearment he only uses in bed.

You moaned and screamed his name as he thrusted in and out of you harder and faster. “Fuck, baby. Are you trying to milk me, huh? You feel so fucking good.” Without a word, you squeezed him inside you as you ride out your orgasm prolonged by your boyfriend's hot groans and marks by sucking your neck. Korai followed you and came inside, his thick cum filling up the condom haha u thought practice safe sex.

After resting for a bit, he stood up in all his crowning glory I mean dude he's seriously hot threw the condom in the trash bin and went back to the bed spooning you.

He placed soft open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and nape, secretly trying to look at your phone screen.

“Korai, love,” you started and he hummed in response, his all attention on you. “Can we adopt?”

He moved his hand from your waist down and started drawing soothing circles on your stomach. “Why? Is one of us infertile or something? We can just make one. You should've told me to stop using con—” You cut him of by your hysterical laughter.

“Fuck!” You continued laughing, grabbing his hand tightly around your stomach as it starts to hurt. Then finally, you said, “But we can't make a whale, babe. I want a whale.”

Right then, you were now laying on your back and you see in your peripheral vision that your boyfriend is staring at you— blankly. After a while, he said breathlessly, “Are you serious right now? You're unbelievable.”

“But I really want a whale. Midnight is so cute!” you tried to reason out to him. You had your obsession with whales when you were in junior high. These large mammals roam in vast and calm oceans that you just wanna swim with them forever. You were a professional diver even before you started college and graduated from a prestigious school, earning your bachelor's degree in Marine Biology and now you're taking up Cetology for further studies.

Seeing that your boyfriend is still not convinced, you straddled his stomach, completely forgetting that you're butt-naked. Placing one of your gentle hands on his hard and toned chest, you gave him your puppy eyes, “Just look at him!” you exclaimed as you held out your phone to him, picture of Midnight's tail above the water.

And with that, Korai almost gave in to your charms like he always does. He placed his rough and calloused hands on your hips, “Baby, we can't possibly home a huge ass whale here—” and you snapped. You know Korai doesn't share the same love for whales as you do but he should at least know it's illegal to take whales from their natural habitat.

You got up and stood by the bed and said with such disappointment, “Home a whale? That's what's impossible. It's an adoption! It's just a certificate but the staff would take care of him. They'd just send us pictures and videos of our baby and that's it.” You stomped towards the bathroom, with your back facing him, you said, “You should've at least known that I'd never adopt a whale to live in our house but to help them,” entered the room and slammed the door at his gaping face.

Feeling irritated at your actions, Korai decided to share this to his team and get their opinions.

“Even you, Kageyama? Seriously,” he scoffed and went out for his early morning run. You usually go together but you're both irritated so Korai decided to just ignore you.

Walking out of the bathroom, you saw that Korai was no where to be found. Maybe I hurt him..? You tend to not think of someone's feelings when it comes to whales. Guessing that he won't be back until lunch or probably until dinner, you went to your university to continue your lab research. If he'll ignore you then might as well ignore him too.

You couldn't concentrate on your research and your professor suggested you go home early and come back when you feel better. You agreed, thinking that your boyfriend was waiting for you to come home and you'd make your dinner together but when you got home, it was empty. It was cold and just.. dull. He's not here. It's just a house.

Trying to be optimistic, you started to make dinner. Since your boyfriend is an athlete, you made him something which is low in carbs and high in protein. You were always thoughtful and observant — keeping tabs on every little detail about him. Like how he crunches his nose when he blushes, how he kisses your forehead when he has early morning practice, the way he moves making the smallest sounds possible because he doesn't want to wake you up..

An hour passed. Two, three, four..

You lost count and fell asleep in the dining room.

You've had enough. Alright, Y/N, you're going to the university, finish Chapter 4, pass it to professor, continue your experimentation, go for an evening jog and don't think of Korai. Who cares if you're getting busy the day before your birthday? Not like your boyfriend will throw an unexpected party or at least come home, right? You're pathetic. And you did just that.

Sun shining through the window, you slowly opened your eyes. You looked at the clock and it was already 11AM. Maybe he's home. You ran towards the door, with the biggest smile on your face, to see if his shoes are there. And they weren't.

You came home at around 21:32 and you're beat, so, you took a quick shower and went to bed, not bothered by the fact that he didn't come back.

The soft mattress of the bed left your back and was replaced by two strong and muscled arms. It was warm. It was home. It was Korai. You didn't believe that he was here carrying you to who-knows-where. But even so, guilt was eating you up and you said to the dream Korai, “I'm so sorry, love,” and you sniffled a cry. The dream Korai kissed your forehead and then a peck to your lips. “I'm sorry too, my love, but I need you to go back to sleep, okay?” He's not real but you muttered an okay back anyway.

When you dream, you always end up waking up on the floor not unless Korai is holding you in your sleep but you didn't expect that you'd wake up in a different.. soft bed. You slowly sat up because you were kinda dizzy. Maybe you did fall off the bed but the small window inside the room said otherwise. It was still dark out, probably dawn. Your boyfriend's Adlers jacket caught your eyes. It was hung beside the window with a pair track pants and your favorite shirt from Korai's closet. Feeling a little chilly, you wore the given clothes and tucked your hands inside the pocket of the jacket. You felt a paper and took it out. It read: Come to the upper deck, baby. There are signs so you won't get lost. I'll be waiting.

You saw him leaning slightly over the railings. With the strong wind and waves crashing against the ship, he couldn't hear you walking towards him. You placed your arms around his torso, placing your hands against his rock-hard abs to keep it warm. “You weren't a dream after all,” you whispered more to yourself as you tightened your grip around him.

“I'm always real,” he replied as he took one of your hands and putting it up to his lips to kiss it. It was warm. It was real. Clenching your hand to a fist, you pressed your forehead against his back and held back the tears. “You're here. You came back..”

He turned around and held your chin with his thumb and index finger to look into your eyes. His features softened even more as he saw your tears. He cupped your cheek and held you by your waist, pulling you closer to him and pressed his lips against yours. You missed this. You missed him. The kiss was slow and passionate. You pulled for a brief moment to tilt your heads and came back to each other's lips. Eyes closed, bodies in one big bubble, and hearts connected. He pulled away and you chased his lips and slowly opened your eyes. He has this mischievous glint in his eyes. You know he saw you wanting for more and you blushed looking down.

“Fuck this,” you muttered. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tip-toes, and kissed him again. This time, longer.

He snaked his arms around your waist and backed you up against the railing. He bit and nibbled on your plump lower lip as he pulled away, out of breath. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on your exposed neck and you moaned at the warmth.

“Let's go back to our room, yeah? It's quite cold,” he stated as he ran his hands through your hair.

“Carry me? You're warm,” you showed him your puppy eyes and super pouty lips, result of your intense kiss.

He shook his head and smiled at your cuteness. He spread his arms and said, “Jump,” and you did. He immediately supported your body as your wrapped your arms and legs around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck and dozed off.

You woke up again in a moving vehicle but this time, you were blindfolded.

“Korai! Are you fucking serious?!” you shouted because you have no idea where your boyfriend is seated or whether he is in the vehicle.

Series of laughters and uh-oh's erupted as someone chuckled beside you and kissed your cheek. “Don't worry, love. We're close. I just hope you're ready for this.” You scoffed, said fine, and squeezed his hand.

After a while, the vehicle stopped. The door was opened and Korai tugged your hand. As soon as you were outside, you asked, “The ocean..?”

Korai guided you to an office. You heard him say, “Mr. Hoshiumi. Yes.. yes. Thank you.”

“Ko-chaaaaaan, tell me what's happening. Take of—” And he really did take off your blindfold. He handed you a paper bag and instructed, “Go change into that. The changing room is up ahead to the right. I'll wait for you here.”

In less than 3 minutes, you came back to the spot and screamed, “I'M GOING DIVING?!” with so much excitement that the staff started to laugh quietly. You eyed your boyfriend. The wetsuit hugging his toned body and it occurred to you.. “YOU'RE DIVING WITH ME?”

Double-checking whether your gears are properly secured, your eyes caught a whale, leaping out of the water. You're frozen in the spot. “Korai..”

“Hmm?” he replied, busy with the equipment.

“I saw Midnight,” you said to him. Then, you turned to the staff who was with you and asked, “The whale who just leapt. That was Midnight, right? Tell me I'm right.”

As she was about to answer, the sound of a whale diving back into the water entered your ears. You whipped your head and just saw the tail. Your eyes widened. “Holy fucking shit, Korai! It really is Midnight!” you whisper-shouted to him.

His eyebrows furrowed and confusion was clear on his handsome features, “How do you know? You just saw it's tail.”

“Exactly!”

“What? Don't whales all look the same?”

You can't help but roll your eyes at his question. “Of course not. Whales are identified and and named by their tails. His name is Midnight because his whole tail is a dark shade of blue.”

“Oh, good. Now I can identify my son as well,” he said to you smiling. You melted at the sight but then you realized..

“Son?! You adopted Midnight?!” you whisper-shouted at him again.

“Yes, and why are you whisper-shouting? You can just voice out your excitement, you know?”

You glared at him, “Excuse me, Hoshiumi Korai. You must know that whales could be gravely affected by noise pollution.”

After diving into the water with Korai and the staff, who is holding a camera, maybe for documentation of something, you quickly searched for Midnight.

With your keen eye, you spotted him and quickly swam towards him, Korai and the staff followed behind, so you could bond with him.

While swimming with the adopted whale with so much joy, Korai grabbed your hand and made you face him.

You gave him a questioning look and it was answered the time he pulled out a small box and opened it. You were shocked.

You pulled the him upwards, heads now above the water. You quickly took off his mouthpiece and goggles. As you locked eyes with him, he knew the answer.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, he held the box tightly in his hand and you wrapped yours around his neck.

Your lips met. The saltwater or probably tears joining in your mouth. He pulled away, pressed his forehead against yours and held your left hand. As he slipped the ring and kissed you once again, Midnight leapt just behind you. And the staff captured this perfect moments.

After getting the certificate of adoption and the whale brochure, you were now in the upper deck with Korai by your side, enjoying the full-blown formal engagement party planned by your fiance's rivals and now friends back in his highschool days.

With a drink in his hand, a light brown-haired man approached you. You recognized him as one of Korai's teammates in the Japanese National Team.

“Congrats, man. I was gonna let you pay double for the rent if Y/N-san here didn't accept your marriage proposal,” Yaku-san said and laughed lightly. He acknowledged you by bringing his cup of wine lightly towards you and you did the same.

“Thanks and as if I'd pay double. Go away. Shoo!”

“Oh, you're dissing the owner of the ship now? How bold, Hoshiumi-san,” then Yaku started to walk away. When he was near the door, he shouted, “Pay triple, you fucktard!”

As Korai was babbling incoherent words, probably insults, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the side of the deck where no one can see you. Looking down and pinching his blazer, “Give it me.”

“Give to you what?”

“Your coat! Let me wear it.. ”

He hugged you tight and placed his chin on top of your head, “Why, my fiancee? Want to show your possessio—”

“My nipples are hard, goddamn it, Korai!” you said it directly at his chest. He pulled away looked at your body. You looked extra ravishing tonight as you wore a red silk dress—low cut to show enough cleavage, a slit up just below your hip, spaghetti straps and your lower back fully exposed.

“You're so perfect I want to pound into you until you can't attend university for your degree but I'll deal with you later,” he said as he took of his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

“Let's go greet some more guests,” he said and started to walk towards the crowd.

Feeling a little bolder, you grabbed his tie and pulled him towards you, nose touching.

Maintaining eye contact, you licked his upper lip and said seductively, “Can later be now, darling?”

He groaned into the crook of your neck and replied, “I'm gonna give you the best birthday present yet.”

M. List

#hq hoshiumi #hoshiumi smut #hoshiumi kourai #haikyuu hoshiumi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #kamomedai #hoshiumi x reader #korai hoshiumi #korai x reader #hq x you

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fritae · 4 years ago

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The Missing Piece - Ch 10

Worries 🌸

gang! au / ceo! au

characters: dabi x f. oc, lov

status: ongoing

read on ao3 here.

I spend hours turning in bed, replaying Dabi's words to me earlier.

He cares about me.

Right?

That's the only way I could interpret what happened. He got angry on my behalf, even though he didn't look it.

My cheeks redden as I recall how warm he was to hold, despite most certainly being the most awkward hugger I've ever met. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to remember what it was like.

It wasn't a short hug...but I wish it was longer.

Snap out of it, I tell myself with a groan.

I'm so touch starved I can't believe a hug from Dabi would make me feel this way.

I jolt in bed when I hear the front door open.

"Aliyah?"

Within moments, my suite mate bursts into my room, jumping onto my bed.

"Who is he?!" She screams with glee. "That's your boss?!"

My heart paced with excitement. "Yeah. Nice, right?"

"Nice?!" She jumps up again. "He's so hot - but something about him -"

She suddenly stops.

"What?" I ask her cautiously.

But after a few moments of consideration, she shrugs. "I don't know, forget it. I feel like I've seen him before."

I shrug. "Might have run into him at a corporate event or something? The company may not be all that but Dabi looks like he's been around."

She nods. "You're right, that's probably it. And oh my god," Her voice picks up, that excitement creeping in again. "Mr. Lane's face! He's so pissed you don't even know, oh my god, he's probably still fuming! He didn't even last for the whole dinner, he called his new secretary and told her to run a background check on Mr. Dabi and the company."

"He's a psycho," I laughed. But then a troubling thought occurred to me. "But he wouldn't do anything to the company, would he?"

Aliyah shrugs. "Beats me. You can never tell with Mr. Lane."

I shake the thought out of my head. Choosing to focus on the good (and the fact that Aliyah is here early for once!), I eagerly share what life has been like for me at the Blaze. I leave out certain details of course, especially those conferencing Dabi and company intel, but I'm overjoyed by Al's interest.

And when we finally say goodnight, hours after we were supposed to, I lay in bed again - already thinking of tomorrow.

- --

"Dabi won't be in today," Tenko tells me in the morning.

I pout.

"Why not?"

He shrugs. "He told me and Jin to put a pause on new intake for the next few days so I don't think there's much to do, either. Honestly, if you want to go home from now, you probably can."

He didn't ask for any updates or give me instructions this morning either. I thought maybe he was waiting for me to come in to let me know what we'd be doing today.

He said he'd see me tomorrow, I remember. I try not to feel disheartened. He's a CEO, after all.

It's just...I was looking forward to seeing him today.

"You gonna go?" Tenko snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Oh," I say apologetically. "Nah, I'm used to being here all day. I'll try to make myself useful somehow."

I leave him and head for Dabi's office and go through his correspondence, rescheduling any meetings he would have had today or tomorrow for later in the week. If he isn't in the office today, he'll likely want to be briefed whenever he comes in. He won't be in the mood for a meeting.

Hours and hours pass as I spend my time overlooking the company employees and making a record of potential clients.

After I finish a few late night phone calls for Dabi and make notes of the most urgent things he should know when he comes in tomirrow, I decide to go find the others.

But when I walk into the lounge, the only ones I find are Atushiro and Toga. They're huddled together on the couch, talking in hushed tones.

It is pretty late at night. Perhaps they went home already.

"Hey guys," I say with a smile, carrying a few sodas with me. Immediately, they sit back and put some distance between them.

"Hey," Toga says. They accept the sodas with a smile.

"What've you been up to?" I ask them. I pop open my can. "It feels like there isn't much to do today."

"Why do you sound upset about that?" Atsuhiro comments with a laugh.

I get flustered at that. "I know, I know. I'm a workaholic. I don't know what to do with my life outside of work."

"Go home!" Toga says with a groan. "You've done more than enough today! Dabi specifically didn't give us work and you're over here doing extra."

I groan. "I don't want to go home though, what would I do?"

They both laugh. "Normal people things! Watch a show, paint your nails, order Chinese - you know, hashtag self care or whatever."

I roll my eyes, stalling for time. I don't know why, I just don't feel like going home just yet.

I put my phone down and lay back on the couch.

"Maybe I'll just stay here."

"Go home!" They shout.

I laugh and put my legs down.

"How come you guys aren't going home?"

The two of them share a look.

"We have things to take care of later tonight." Atsuhiro says.

That makes me sit up. "Ooh what kind of things? For Dabi?"

He nods.

I feel a pang in my chest. Why did he give them something to do and not me?

But they've been here longer, I try to reason with myself. They're friends and partners. He's known them for years. If anything urgent comes up, of course they'd be the ones he reaches out to.

I think quickly. "Is he coming in later or something?"

Toga hits me. "No, he isn't. Are you trying to find an excuse to do more work?"

I shake my head with a laugh, but I secretly feel...disappointed. It's not that I want more work, I just...was hoping to see him. Work just happens to be the only way I can do so.

Of course he isn't coming in later, though. It's already 10pm. Most of the company clocked out hours ago. And he undoubtedly has things to do if he hasn't come in.

He didn't even have time to respond to my text.

"Okay," I sigh in defeat. The two high five each other, and I pout as they lead me downstairs.

"I'll be back tomorrow," I tell them quickly as I leave. "If you guys need anything at all, just shoot me a text!"

"We'll be good, don't worry about us!" They wave.

I shove my hands in my pockets and make my way to the bus stop.

They'd text me, right?

But something dawns on me just before I get to the bus.

I freeze, my fingers digging around.

But there's nothing.

I pat all around me and check my purse for good measure.

"Shit, I forgot my phone!

I quickly run back to the Blaze.

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I enter the marble doors again, only for some reason there's something different in the air.

As I make my way upstairs, I hear a murmur of activity. There's a frown on my face as I try to figure out what is going on.

I head up to the lounge, but this time it is empty and the lights are all off.

The only sounds come from Dabi's office at the end of the hall.

Is something wrong? I wonder with a frown.

I make my way to his office, my heart pounding in place.

With a single knock, I turn the knob. And my heart falls as I lock eyes with Dabi sitting behind his desk.

Dabi immediately sighs, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. "Shit."

"What's going on here?" I ask.

Standing around him are Tenko, Jin, Toga and Atsuhiro, the last two staring back at me with wide eyes.

No one answers me.

I look from one face to another.

Eventually Dabi looks up at Jin, an unforgiving glare in his eyes. "What the fuck happened to she left?"

Jin shrinks under his gaze. "That's what Toga told me!"

I feel my heart fall. Was he avoiding me?

"Do...you not want me around?" I swallow.

I don't look at him as I ask, afraid of what I might find in his face. So he was. I glance around, hooking my purse on my shoulder and turn around. "Sorry, I just came back because I forgot my phone. I'll- I'll go-"

Dabi pushes his chair back. "Rina, wait-"

But when I look back at him, I gasp.

My hand unconsciously covers my gaping mouth.

"Dabi, you're- you're..."

He's bleeding.

Not a drop or two this time.

But a circle of red adorns his lower left side. He holds a now equally red rag to the area to stop the flow. I look at him in horror but he turns his face away from me.

"Fuck," I hear him mutter through gritted teeth.

"Dabi, what's-" I feel my eyes water.

I immediately run up behind his desk, my hand clutching the one he holds to his wound.

"What's wrong? You're gonna be okay, right? What do I do- we need to take you to a hospital - Toga, help me! You're gonna be okay Dabi, I'm here."

Toga shuffles forward but Dabi glares at her. "I'm not going to a fucking hospital, I'll be fine." I feel bad for the way he yells at her. After all, it was my suggestion. "I just need to stop the bleeding."

I turn back to look at the others, but the lack of shock on their faces stuns me.

"Did you guys know about this?"

Atsuhiro runs his neck and avoids my gaze too. Suddenly the frequent questions about when I'd go home made sense.

"I see." My voice cracking. "Is that why you guys were waiting for me to leave?"

"Well, that NNTV douchebag-"

"Toga!" Dabi growls.

I turn to Dabi, my blood turning to ice. "Does this have something to do with Mr. Lane?"

He ignores me. "Take everyone and leave." He tells Toga. When they don't move immediately, Dabi snaps. "Now."

The team scrambles out the room. If it weren't the circumstance, I'd laugh when Jin stumbled. But as soon as we're alone, I turn back to him and clutch the lapels of his jacket.

"Don't lie to me," I say. "Please Dabi."

The man groans and sits back on his chair, as if there wasn't blood dripping out of his side. I pull up a seat and sit next to him, my hand closing in on his, holding the rag in place.

"We're gonna have issues with Lane," Dabi mutters. "I uh, went to see him today. But...it's like he was expecting me."

"Why would he be expecting you?" My mouth drops. "You mean to tell me Mr. Lane did this to you?"

Dabi sighs.

When he takes to long to reply, I press the rag harder.

"Hey!" He grimaces. "Okay, okay. You know how I told you I have business to take care of on the side?"

"Yes."

"Well. I think he found out a couple things."

I lean in closer. "My friend told me about that! She said he ordered a background check on you, he wanted to know everything."

Dabi shrugs. "Yeah well, if he knows who I am, then he doesn't just have everyday knowledge. He probably deals with shady shit too."

Too?

My heart pounds in fear.

"And who the hell told you to go pay him a visit!" I hit his arm. Dabi immediately groans and I recoil. I cautiously touch his arm. "Sorry."

He shakes his head.

I motion for him to go on as I find a little bowl of water under his desk.

As he talks, I absentmindedly take the rag and rinse it into the bowl. He probably intended to do that himself had I not come in. I squeeze the blood out and just as I am about to press it against his skin, I wince at the sight. The blood was dripping out slowly, meaning the wound wasn't too deep. But that's clearly a stab wound. Dabi got close enough to someone that they were able to pull a knife on him.

What if it had been worse? What if I had lost him today?

"Dabi," I interrupt him. He looks down at me, the blue in his eyes could be green in this light. I softly brush my thumb against the wound. His eyes darken in response, and I feel my heart ache at the way he grabs my hand. "Stop."

"Who told you to go to him, you idiot," I punch his arm again. "What the hell were you thinking."

He grips both my hands now. "I had to send a message."

"What kind of stupid message was worth this?"

"Now he knows not to mess with my people." Dabi replies. My eyes go wide.

I'm part of his people.

The thought brings a blush to my cheeks and I get angry at myself. Look where that got him.

If he is like this after hearing one conversation between me and Mr. Lane...

"Besides..."

I wipe my eyes into my elbow.

"He probably won't be taking any more cars for a while now," Dabi smirks. "If that guy of his didn't pop up out of nowhere.."

He leaves that open ended.

Did Dabi really plan on hurting Mr. Lane?

The thought sends a shudder down my spine.

Just who was Dabi.

What did Mr. Lane find?

"Were you going to..." I whisper. "..you know."

Dabi looks completely nonchalant, as if he had gone to leave Mr. Lane flowers or something.

"I was just gonna scare him." He says, and despite everything, it sounds honest. "Sure, he didn't think I'd go that far. But I miscalculated too. Now I gotta fuck him up before he tries to fuck me up."

I swallow. Is this what Dabi meant by information comes with a cost over here?

"I'm sorry Dabi," I tell him, my tears falling over my now bloody hands. "I didn't want you speaking to Mr. Lane and if I-"

"Relax," Dabi cuts me off. "I'm going to make use of that guy. I'm just trying to find the right moment."

I let go of the rag.

"You can't be possibly planning on seeing him again."

Dabi doesn't respond.

The tears start to fall again. "You promised me I wouldn't need to worry about you," I say, my voice getting shakier and shakier. "You said goodbye and see you tomorrow, knowing you were fucking going to Mr. Lane today!"

Dabi looks at the door in alarm, and his eyes narrow. He grabs the hand I'm waving in his face and I could tell his patience was running thin. "Rina, I'm trying here. If you saw what Mr. Lane looks like now you wouldn't be so worried about me. But I'm gonna need you to lower your voice."

I turn my face away from him and wipe the tears from under my eyes. Dabi suddenly gives me a weird look and I glance at my hands.

Fuck.

I grab a napkin and rub the blood off my face until I can wash it off later.

He watches me cautiously. I don't meet his eyes as I take the rag off to rinse it again.

"Stop moving," I mutter, lightly dabbing his skin with the wet cloth.

Dabi hisses.

"Sorry. Does it hurt?"

Dabi groans. "I can take care of myself, you know."

"Just...shut up. Stop moving so much."

Dabi grows silent.

For the next half hour, I continue my ministrations, avoiding his gaze. I know having me so close to him makes him slightly uncomfortable. But I don't care.

"Take off your shirt," I tell him once the bleeding seems to stop. "I'll try to wrap it up."

"No."

I look at him, my eyes ever more hurt.

"No," He repeats, his voice more stern. "I'll do it myself later."

Without thinking, I lean against him and close my arms around his torso.

"I know you keep saying not to worry but what am I supposed to do when you walk in looking like this?" I whisper against his chest.

He looks up at the ceiling, trying to hold his breath.

"You've gotta stop doing that, princess."

My heart beats faster.

"Or what?" I challenge him, hugging him tighter.

He glances at my lips ever so briefly and looks away.

"You'll fuck me up."

I ignore him and hug him anyway, not caring about the stains that undoubtedly cover my shirt now.

I don't know long we stay that way.

Dabi doesn't hug me back this time...but he doesn't move away either.

I wish I could know what he was thinking. What he means by Mr. Lane knowing who he is, and what uses he may have for him. What he did to him today and how he was able to slip free.

But every day, I discover that more and more secrets exist between us.

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death-himself · 4 years ago

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Saw your monsyer au on ao3

Great work

Anyway, probably an angsty prompt but I was wondering if you think that any of our monster bois have had nightmares where they go on a hunt and then accidental chomp Virgil. Bonus points if in the moment they actually enjoy his flavor

I feel like the left brain boys (Janus and Logan) would be the most likely to have a nightmare scenario like that, especially Logan since he DID almost munch Virgil, and they'd also be the most likely to pretend everything's fine the next morning even tho they're absolutely miserable and terrified of taking a crunch munch out of their human bf in real life

Great work, don't know if o said that already

Happy holidays Nico

It’s been over a month since you sent this so sorry about that .-. Anyway here’s the fic, some good ol’ hurt/comfort with Loceit and Logicality because Logan deserves it

Warnings: Death (in a dream sequence), cannibalism, nightmares, blood

Logan went down his usual route to hunt. He and his other nonhuman boyfriends often hunted at the same time, spread all across the city and countryside to make their home less easy for the police to find. He found a good place on the rooftop to sit as he watched the humans pass by, waiting patiently for his prey.

One with dark purple hair walked down the alleyway. A pleased smile pulled at Logan’s lips. He dropped down silently in front of them, and before they could even scream he had them pinned to the ground, a hand over their mouth as he sunk his teeth into their arm.

The taste was heavenly. He ripped away at the tender flesh, sweet as candy and melting in his mouth. He ignored the human’s cries as he savored his meal, biting away until rose red pooled around them both. It was the most beautiful shade of blood he had ever seen. Logan felt bile hit his hand as the human attempted to vomit, before all the muscles beneath him loosened, and he heard their heart slow into silence.

Finally Logan pulled away with a sigh, having eaten his fill. He normally refrained from looking at his victims, in fear that he would feel guilty for killing them, but for whatever reason his eyes drifted over, looking over the dead man’s face. Purple hair, blank, empty black eyes, black eyeshadow.

Virgil.

Logan’s eyes snapped open, his body drenched in sweat. He looked to his side, relieved to see Virgil alive and well, sleeping as peacefully as ever. He listened closely to his boyfriend’s steady heartbeat, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for his own heart to come closer to matching.

He hated thinking about how he and Virgil met. He hated what had been going through his mind while he attacked him. He hated the fact that Virgil was the most delicious human he had ever tasted.

It had been something that had always been at the back of his mind, something he refused to acknowledge. Virgil tasted fucking incredible and there was nothing any of them could do about it. If Patton hadn’t been there to stop him, what had happened in his dream would have been reality.

He looked over Virgil at Patton, hugging the end of Janus’s tail like a teddy bear. He was the only one out of the four of them that hadn’t actually tried to kill Virgil, wasn’t he? No, he had saved Virgil from Logan’s own bloodlust. Wow, what a great boyfriend he was.

He sighed, turning over to stare at the clock. It was three AM, that was only three hours earlier than he would usually wake up. Might as well get up then.

Virgil had gone off to work and Roman had decided to visit his brother. The moment both of them left, Janus pulled Logan aside, wrapping his tail around him and almost pulling him close enough to touch noses. “Is something bothering you, love?” Janus spoke softly.

“Of course not.” Even Logan could tell he responded too quickly. Janus smiled.

“Well there has to be a reason why you kept staring at Virgil this morning. I know he’s absolutely gorgeous but there has to be a reason other than that.” Logan sighed. He knew how Janus was; he refused to give up until whoever he was talking to admitted what they were struggling with. It was something he both hated and loved about him.

“...You came close to killing him too, didn’t you?” The question threw off the naga for a moment, yellow and brown eyes widening. Janus hummed, nodding.

“So that’s the issue.” He sighed. “Well yes, I did. If I had held him for maybe five more seconds he would’ve passed out, and if I didn’t notice by then I likely would’ve eaten him alive. It’s in the past though, all is forgiven.”

“What if we realized afterward that he was our soulmate? What if you had looked at your tail and seen that Virgil’s mark was gone after he was dead and eaten?” Janus looked him up and down, concern flooding his eyes.

“Did you have a nightmare like that, darling?” Logan nodded hesitantly. Janus paused, arms hooked around Logan’s neck, his hand drifting up to run his fingers through Logan’s hair.

“I’ve gotten those, too. They’re tough to see, aren’t they?” Logan closed his eyes, allowing himself to go limp in Janus’s arms and coils as the naga pulled him even closer, holding him with all the care in the world.

“We’ve been around him long enough to not harm him. I know with how annoying he can be at times it’s hard to restrain yourself, but it seems like we still manage.” He chuckled. “And our first meetings are in the past now. They were awful first impressions, sure, and we’ll always remember what it was like to nearly kill him, but we know that they won’t happen again.”

Logan hummed, nose nuzzled into Janus’s shoulder. Janus killed through suffocation, though. Logan was the one who actually bit him and tasted his blood. And the taste and scent of that blood was what constantly hung in his mind, something he would always crave but could never get. At least not without consequences.

Janus unwrapped himself a bit, delivering a soft kiss on Logan’s lips and looking him over to make sure he was alright. Logan heard humming from the doorway, smelling Patton waiting just outside. Knowing him he had probably walked in and saw what was going on, opting to wait until they were done rather than joining in.

The vampire peeked his head in to check, before deeming them done and smiling happily. “You two having a cuddle party without me?” He gave Logan a kiss on the cheek before moving over to do the same to Janus.

“We were simply talking about an issue Logan had.” Patton immediately turned back to Logan, eyes full of concern, and Logan wished Janus had just spun one of his lies to get him out of this.

“It was nothing serious, I’m fine.”

“You sure, Logi Bear?” Logan hesitated. Patton was a vampire, he would understand something like this better than Janus or Roman would. But how the hell was he supposed to word it?

“...Virgil tastes incredible.”

“He does!” Patton giggled, a wide smile on his lips. “He let me drink his blood once, it was so good! I was scared I would kill him though, so I didn’t get much of it.”

“It’s very sweet, isn’t it?”

“Like candy!” Patton agreed. Janus looked between the two, accepting in his mind that this was really where the conversation was turning.

“Is there a way that you, ah...” Logan cleared his throat, “a way that you’ve learned to cope with that?” Patton’s brows scrunched in confusion, and he quickly rushed to explain. “Being around him all the time must be rather difficult, as he always...smells like our form of candy, I suppose you could word it.”

“Oh!” Patton’s eyes widened, before his cheeks went red. “Yeah, sometimes I just really wanna bite him. It’s an annoying thing to deal with, huh?” Logan nodded silently. “But like I overheard Jan tell you, we’ve been around him too long to actually hurt him. And I know you especially have a lot of self-control when it matters, so...try not to worry too much about it. You’re probably the least likely out of all of us to hurt him.”

“You were the one that stopped me when we first met him.” Logan spoke quietly. Patton shrugged, floating a few inches above the ground as he thought.

“But you were the one who got to him first. If I was the one that had tackled him, you probably would’ve had to pull me off! You have enough self-control to stop yourself with just a bit of help from us.” Patton took Logan’s hand, running his thumb across his knuckles. “I think that kinda proves that you won’t lose control and hurt him.”

Janus sighed, itching at an old bit of shed snakeskin. “We’ve all worried about what would happen if we lost control. And the truth is that it’s possible, probably more than likely, that we’ll end up hurting him at some point.”

The thought made them all go silent as it weighed down on their psyches. Hurting each other, especially their weaker human boyfriend, was the last thing they wanted to do, and they were all sure they would rather die than harm any of the others.

“But, it hasn’t happened yet, and we’re doing all we can right now to make sure it’s as least likely as possible.” Janus curled his tail around his boyfriends’ legs, snapping them out of the worried, distant blurriness in their eyes. “Let’s not worry too much about a future we can’t see yet, okay?”

They nodded, a weight feeling as though it had been lifted off Logan’s chest, as he for once didn’t plan out the rest of his day, instead opting to join Janus and Patton in what the two had dubbed self-care time, lying on the couch watching cartoons as the future grew blurry and distant.

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quinn-tessence · 4 years ago

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Paint me like one of your French girls

Part 2

This goes out to all the artists in this heart warming Joker community, who still find so much inspiration in our beloved character. Thank you for sharing with us how you see Arthur/Joker through your eyes, your creative vision brings so much joy and comfort through these troubling times! 🙏🤡❤

Summary: you accept Joker's invitation against your better judgement, even after he'd broken into your home and caught you red handed. His rhetoric makes you fall into his degraded sense of civic duty. So does his sly but chivalrous demeanor, a different shade of the Arthur you used to know. You're in for a revelation that seals the deal.

Length: 7k ish, gradual build up

Warnings: a touch of Theodore Twombly, splashes of Arthur and heavy strokes of Joker, mentions of mental conditions, flirty fluff, oh smut, yes, yes, keep readin'

As his scent still lingered, the yellow street lights engulfed the room as you stood naked at the window, facing the portrait you'd painted. Maybe it had only been the light reflecting off its surface, but you could have sworn it was looking right through you.

Did this really happen? You thought to yourself as you stepped down from your high, hoping this had not just been one more of your self induced vivid fantasies. But the flammable cocktail he'd left lingering in your studio was a stark reminder.

Arthur had come at last, even if one year late, but it had been Joker breathing down your neck, intoxicating you with whispers of your most ardent desires. A butterfly in the path of a flame you were, the attraction to him primal, insatiable, frightening. Was this really Arthur? He was surely the Clown Prince of Crime, and that was not something sweet Arthur could have maneuvered while pumping himself full of antidepressants.

‘I'd put my mouth on you’ resounded against your temples, his purring whispers a delicious catalyst for a continuous pulsating sensation throughout the night. 'Cause that's how I imagine you every night' had been the least expected confession, had he lied to just get you hooked, he'd been successful. As you tried to drift away, you'd force yourself to resist the urge and keep yourself untouched for him. Agonizing as that was, how he'd stirred the embers in your mind had made any of your attempts futile. No substitute would do.

Tick, tock. You hadn't heard your bedside clock ticking for years, but today it was thumping, a metronome to steady your breath as you woke. The only sensible action was to take charge and keep yourself busy. He was going to get what he wanted, clearly he had made the alternative impossible with his mischievous schemes. But he had been thinking of you all night as well, and that was one aspect up to be exploited.

A few minutes to 9 PM, a pinup doll you'd never seen before was staring right back at you in the mirror. His spine tingling whispers had made you work on yourself on commission. He had one demand and it was up to you to fill up the rest of the canvas to impress.

The street was empty as you walked out on the dot. Swiftly, 3 SUVs pulled up in front of your alley, and your heart leapt to your throat.

Here comes the devil. Dashing. Elegant. Ravishing in that pristine makeup, green eyes piercing your whole body as he swaggered closer, his body ambling, almost floating on air. Your art made him no justice compared to the original. Any shades of color you might have painted before would pale in comparison to how they contoured him in the flesh, and the makeup uneven, yet always perfect. Smoke fuming from his mouth, his heels screeched the pavement as if to warn you danger is nearing, yet your knees grew weaker with each step he took.

He was… just as slim as you remembered, but somehow a bit taller. Instead of Arthur’s timorous gazes, a devilish smirk crowned his beautiful jawline enough to make you forget even your name. You couldn't help but wonder why the dress as his gaze systematically reduced any fabric covering your skin to irrelevance. The emerald green eyes had already made you whimper in silence, this wasn't going to get any easier.

‘Hi Y/N. Glad you decided to come tonight.’ An eyebrow twitch accompanied his words as a much needed release from hypnosis.

‘Hi, Joker. Not sure if I had a choice in accepting your invitation.’ An unmistakable vibration in your voice immediately made his deep, long dimples contour his well defined face. The sexiest dimples you'd ever seen in a man, you were certain.

‘Of course you did. You had one week to consider, and here you are. I must admit, you are your finest work of art so far. Is all of this for me?’

‘I have a date later and I thought I’d dress to impress. The fella seemed to have some serious intentions.' The thump of your heartbeat could easily be heard by his armed men keeping watch. Thankfully, they minded their business.

‘What a lucky fella. He'd better, or else I know a few guys who can straighten him up'

An eyebrow twitch followed by a tongue in cheek chuckle, he tried to distract your noticing by running a hand through his slick green hair, but his shy gaze fell to his feet. Hi, Arthur…

‘In this case, we'd better be on our way before we get all of us in trouble. A couple precautions before we go. I'll need to wrap this around your eyes to protect the location we're headed to. It'll be a 30 minutes drive. Sadly, I’ll have to jump in another car, for both our protection. If anything happens on the road, I’ll be the main target and my guys are sworn to keep you safe. But we took care of a few things and Gotham should be teeming with crime tonight, enough for us to have a safe journey. Are you ready?’ his hand extended, your primary instincts shameless traitors. As you touched his fingertips, you went all in.

You both hopped into one SUV, his proximity to you nerve wrecking, the warmth of his slender body radiating against your prickled skin. The way he had been staring into your eyes for a few seconds was making you question reality. Shutting your eyes as he wrapped his tie around them didn't help clear the waters.

‘Tell me if it's too tight.’

‘Wouldn't that be the point? Don't untighten it.’

‘Miss Y/L/N... Here you are, blindfolded in the backseat of my SUV, about to drive off with Gotham's most wanted. Knowing your inner circle, I’d have wagered they'd advise you to keep better company. Good thing I’m not a betting man.’

‘Well, a certain gentleman had made a promise last night, if I remember correctly'

‘Indeed he had. I'm not going to hurt you'

‘That was not the promise...' you forced the corners of your mouth to not betray your titillating reaction.

‘Wasn't it?’

An endearing giggle helped cut the tension in your core, but you gently startled at the feel of his fingers caressing your cheek and rushing over your lower lip, the ever present smell of nicotine flooding your nostrils, the lack of eyesight heightening your other senses. Somehow he made this feel like a dream.

‘See you soon'

A 30 minute drive with only the voice of Frank. Thoughtful touch, making you feel close to home even while venturing into a world of batshit crazy. Blindfolding you might have been for protection, but it served another more tantalizing purpose. And processed you did, but not at all did it help with the anxiety. If anything, Joker had poured gasoline on the bonfire he had started the night before.

The cars stopped and the door opened, your hand touched softly, you were descending from the car and carefully directed forward by his arms. You’d been right about his scent, and it drove you mad as he helped you watch your step.

‘Open your eyes'

The venue, a vineyard outside Gotham, with a manor and view of the lake. Breathtakingly elegant and conveniently out of police jurisdiction. A coquette set up on the front terrace in an open space foyer, the breeze rustling the flowers that dangled from it. As beautiful a venue, in reality he was still the center piece of this canvas, the white streaks of makeup, his green hair, the contrasts of his suit, that never ending cigarette. Unethical, dangerous, beautiful. What was he doing to you?

‘Welcome to my summer retreat. Glad you decided to join me, miss Y/L/N.’ He pulled a chair for you, elegantly inviting you to sit.

‘If we’re so intimately acquainted, why are you calling me by my last name?’

‘I like the taste of it on my lips. I like kitten more, but you know, pleasantries and all.’

He'd called you that before. Arthur was there, but Joker was clearly behind that lewd smirk and tantalizing choice of words. Tingles started running up your thighs without warning, in sync with the rhythm of his cues.

‘Pleasantries are for strangers'

‘Oh! Well then. We already see eye to eye' the clicking of glass betrayed a slight tremor in his hands as he poured a little more wine than necessary.

‘Cheers, thank you for having me here. How could I decline the invitation?’

‘I didn't know if you'd accept the invite one year later.’

‘And yet you took the risk'

‘How could I not be intrigued by the artist who paints me as a primary subject? You can imagine my surprise when I found out you were the same Y/N from the pharmacy queue. Why did you move out?’ As gallant as he was, he sure knew how to cut straight to the point.

‘I... I wasn't in a good place, I needed to uproot myself. So I quit the force, moved out, became a full time artist and painted my view of the world. That gives me fulfillment, I had been searching for it in the wrong place, I guess.’

‘Can’t argue with that. Fascinating. Tell me more.’

‘How far back should I go that you don't already know?’ His eyes moved away for a second, then returned with an intensity to freeze one's bones to the core.

‘It would mean so much more if I heard it from your lips rather than my trusted informants’. ’

That sweet white wine was a dangerous catalyst to unleash to him your widest smile, comforted by the verified honesty of his stories and his sharing of turmoil at the world. He'd also been an artist, although his conditions had been a detriment to his success in a comedy career, and support for him nonexistent at best.

You were just as fluent in Arthur's tragic life as he was in your tumultuous one. You’d been reduced to tears in your late nights when processing his fall into madness and how helpless he had been. All alone. That utter feeling of pain and grief had fueled your inspiration through all those months. But now the makeup made him look younger, the furrows of life less visible on his skin, that deep sorrow hidden under a thick layer of overconfidence, and if that was what he wanted to show you tonight, the last thing you'd do was force him otherwise.

A couple hours flew within minutes, the food half nibbled, his elbows on the table, his eyes every shade of the sea amidst a storm, devouring your every twitch as you spoke. Each time you'd meet them, he'd watch you languidly, dissecting your every reaction, the corner of his mouth slowly arching his dimples into existence. You had already sunk deeply in the sight of him chuckling and occasionally strolling his delicate long fingers through his green locks. He was so real and close to the touch, his presence so electrifying, it gave you fever.

And yet he made you feel comfortable. It had been a long time since a man had done so well and so naturally, you had forgotten how sweet the shivers were. And here was Arthur, that once shy, flustering man, igniting fire after fire in your gut with each elegant note of his voice and moves of his slender body. You couldn’t tell if the spark in his eye was his, or a reflection of your flaming self.

‘My turn to share?’

‘Yeah maybe I should stop talking for a while now, sorry, I got a bit carried away.’

‘Nonsense. You're my guest, why would I have brought you here if I didn't want to hear your stories?’

‘Well if you insist, I could think up a few reasons… aaand here I go, I’m so sorry, that was a bad joke, I swear it's the wine speaking…', your hand went straight to your face in a desperate attempt to hide your tipsy embarrassment.

Typical of you to screw this up, atta girl, you thought to yourself, feeling how your cheeks had turned the color of your dress. You weren't lying, the wine had had a woozing effect, but you were drunk on him instead. As you shyly lifted your eyes, a hungry wolf was lurking beneath the painted blue diamonds, eyes as deep as an ocean, eyebrows creasing his forehead in long, deep wrinkles. It wasn't fair how the red razor sharp grin cut through his cheeks like furrows, his crooked teeth exposed enough to make you bite your lip in shame of your sassy comment.

‘That's… one description, but not the one I’d choose… When you come out from under there, I have a surprise for you. Come with me inside for a minute.’

That red dress suddenly shrunk tightly on your chest, the fabric a suffocating shroud for your skin. Guided through the gliding doors, an elegant galley of your work hung against a red brick wall. You felt a knot in your throat, your eyes watering.

‘This part of the house is my little sanctuary. Where I come to spend time with you, with how you see me through your eyes. I started collecting those the minute I felt alive through your art, immortal, legendary. You’re fueling my ego, you know?’

This was more of a shock than a surprise. A shock at your naivety than at his right to purchase your public art. He had kept all your thank you cards, even if you'd thought you'd written them for different clients. He called them your letters. They were to him, and about him, so he found it appropriate. Was this just incredibly romantic, or was it the schizoid paranoia from his official diagnosis?

Right then, the realization finally struck, and it struck with the sound of a thousand church bells between your temples. You’d shared such intimacy with him for months, and he’d been financing your bohemian lifestyle since you’d left the force. This was his big night, just as much as yours, it was clear as you looked into his eyes to see sweet Arthur from the pharmacy line. Yet his shy gaze betrayed anything but an expectation to cash in that cheque. You were ignoring all the red flags again, the rush of emotion rendering you incapable of clear thought.

And yet, your body was yearning to shed its covers and unravel your latest masterpiece to absorb his reaction through every pore, but you gave into your superficially cautious thoughts. As he stood next to you in admiration, he lit a cigarette and passed it over after puffing almost halfway. You’d never thought the sight of red marks on a cigarette would be the catalyst to set you ablaze in your choice of men, but you'd been ironically wrong. The very close presence of this clown felt nothing like fear and anxiety, even more so as he was fidgeting so sweetly. An adorable irrational fear of a possible rejection had kept a never ending cigarette between his lips, and your heart coiled at seeing a painted Arthur before you.

‘I hope you don't mind. If a fire broke out tomorrow I'd save these first. You saw me when I needed to be seen, and the way I needed to be seen. Your art is breathtaking. Nothing humbles me as admiring it.’

You felt as light as a feather as his hand extended once again, and carried you back to the foyer to pour the last glass of wine.

‘I gotta be honest with you, kitten. I’m not an easy guy to be around. My mind is a twisted place, and past treatments were … debilitating, to say the least. Fate took me off those by force, just to feel much better afterwards, ironically. I switched my treatment for a couple conditions in the meantime. You see, having difficulty distinguishing reality from imagination could be quite inconvenient in my line of business. Else, I'd be back in Arkham by now.’

For a deranged criminal, he was exquisitely refined. His posture, his attire, the cigarette between his fingers were radioactive. This deceitfully feeble man had once bashed in the brains of a man twice his size with a pair of scissors and a wall, the police records had been detailed enough to make your stomach churn. His slim, delicate body was a dangerous trap for those who questioned his ferocity and agility coupled with his multiple mental conditions. The 3 Wall Street guys had had no idea what a catalyst they were about to be. And yet, here he was. Delicate and gentle, maybe even vulnerable.

‘Back? Why back?’ you asked despite knowing every little detail.

‘Not an easily digestible subject, I’m sure you'd agree. That's a conversation for another time, but here I am, flesh and blood, thinking as clearly as daybreak. In most aspects.’

That wine must have had no effect on him, as he continued to control the conversation, steering it with refinement, clearly more cautious than yourself.

‘What aspects are not clear?’

‘Is this an interrogation, kitten?’ his wide gaze from under long eyelashes coupled with the pet name off his lips were utterly debilitating.

‘Not at all, I am intrigued. Please tell me more'

‘If the lady insists. What’s unclear? Well some minor details. Like my future, my life, the next target, evading the police, you.’ His emeralds confidently strolled along the lines of your face, particularly the curve of your lips. Not at all distracting.

‘I can understand the others, but me?’

‘You see me for who I want to be. I’m not always Joker, that's for my men, my criminal nightlife. You knew me before all this, and you paint that man wearing this Joker outfit. Sometimes I wish it were so, but most times I am convinced that it must be otherwise.’

He swallowed hard and emptied his glass.

‘So you see how your artistic depiction of me is what I want to see when I look in the mirror, not what they say on TV. It's kept me from going too far, it gives me a level of restraint that this Joker makeup laughs at, and I really prefer that to any straight jacket. I like this new man I’ve become, but I can't allow him to overwhelm the old me. Whomever that was.’

As he spoke, there was a sweet sadness to his voice that proceeded to melt you from the inside, furthering the utterly irresponsible, delicious plunge. He was forcing himself to smile even through the most painful truths, like a tic developed through years of practice, but his voice faltered here and there, trying to stifle his bouncing knee. All you wanted was to cup his cheek and caress him through the anxiety that had been crippling the body of both his whole life. He reached out for another cigarette before you could fulfill that thought.

‘I… am flattered, to say the least. I wasn't sure what to expect of tonight, but I will have another glass of wine, please. If there's any left in this beautiful vineyard.’

‘Coming right up!’

He danced nimbly into the kitchen, Sinatra serenading an audience of hanging grapes and the two of you.

Impressed was an understatement. Where was that psychopathic, vicious killer clown that all the headlines had been about for the past year, that your friends had tried to warn you of? Joker had been a gentleman so far, none of his known crimes had tainted that opinion of him, not even Murray to be quite frank. He wasn't half as ruthless as he had been demonized to be. How he spoke so caringly about his men, they were not just his goons, he trusted them, and they trusted him. This didn't make your coming here any wiser, not in the eyes of society. But your mind was already made up.

He soon returned with a new bottle, poured a glass and extended his hand.

‘Voulez vous danser avec moi, mademoiselle?’ That pristine makeup and red suit molded him into the most alluring devil coming to claim you. Speaking in French had sealed the deal.

‘Biensur, monsieur.’

Strolling you across the terrace on The Way You Look Tonight, leaning you onto his chest, his palm on the small of your back, gently intrusive. The warmth of his body engulfed yours, his cheek on your temple, he had you craving for a heavy dose. He was such a good dancer, you felt like a feather in his delicate arms as he turned you a few times then leaned you backwards to lift your thigh in a shy attempt to test your responsiveness. The innocence of his smile quickly altered into curiosity as his fingers brushed over your garter. A glimmering spark coated his devilish eyes and an eyebrow twitch marked the epitome of nonverbal cues.

‘Where did you learn French?’

‘From old movies on the telly. Unfortunately, my extensive knowledge of French will end here. I'd always fall asleep through the romantic dancing, so I don't know what comes next.’

‘What a terrible waste of a beautiful evening that would be…’

‘It would… But I've also prepared for tonight, kitten, in many ways.’ You whirled at his directive once again.

‘You did indeed. I appreciate the effort.’

‘Hah, I’m sure you do…' he chuckled to himself mischievously. 'I know I am putting you in an awfully strange position by being here and showing you all this. I'd like to know you're comfortable, all things considered. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you.’

‘Yes, how thoughtful indeed. Especially after how you left me last night.’

‘Ohhh yes, I did that, didn’t I?’

‘My dating rulebook had a few pages torn out, so I had to skip a couple chapters in my preparation. Perhaps you could fill me in on the content of those missing pages…’

He hadn't expected you to make the first move, the surprise in his eyes at seeing you instinctively biting your lip was palpable, but the tension in your core had overstepped any boundaries.

‘… I wouldn't want to drag you down. I'll catch up. What page are you on right now?’

As you spoke, you were dancing him inside the mansion, towards the main art room. Tantalizing him, your lips grazing over his, locking eye contact intensely, then shying away. His intrigue at your little game etched a smirk across his face, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your waist, very gently contouring the girdle holding your stockings.

‘I have an advanced edition. The page that cautions against wearing lace for a long time.’

‘Lace?… oh. Ohhh! I see! Yeah, I remember that. In the missing pages, they strongly advised removing all other clothes for easier access to the lace…'

Your back sensually turned to him, his fingers lowered your back zipper, the feel of burning wet lips on your neck snatched a deep moan from yours as a hum vibrated against your ear. In a swift second, you were in his arms being carried in front of his gallery, and as soon as the stilettos touched the ground, your dress was framing your ankles at his careful directive.

‘Oh... The advanced edition must have a copy of my journal in the writers' room’ his eyes gleaming, he took a step back to revel in the sight of his freshly lace garnished gallery.

‘Not really. Seeing how you wrapped me up in a tight bow, I found another way of adding a… touch… of myself.’

A wide grin across his face, he was visibly panting. His hands straight to the top of his teal shirt in a desperate attempt to get some fresh air. The light emanated from the frames of his portraits contoured your body as he approached with careful steps, as if a predator stalked its prey, strolling hungry eyes all over your curves.

‘And here I was, thinking I’d seen the best of you yesterday. Look at you… you're worth every damn risk in the book. Tell me, have you been a good girl last night?’

He slowly ascended the 3 steps leading to the art wall where you stood in your unholy red lace lingerie, stockings hanging from your girdle insolently. Your pedestal, that was. Colin was right, reality beats fiction every god damn time. If he only knew.

‘I clearly haven't. I should have called the cops on you. Yet you break in and rake me up with your mischievous whispers, you make me dress up for you and bring me here, to all this, and then claim you don't want to overwhelm me. You're acting like a gentleman but you're really a sneaky bastard, aren't you?’

Shamefully you put all the blame for your descent into his madness on him, as if you’d taken no part in this tantalizing game. In his ascent, he had gained the advantage right back, towering over you in all his colorful splendor. In that very moment, he knew you were his. The corners of his mouth arched so intensely that no amount of makeup could cover Arthur's arousing wrinkles any longer. He knew very well that he was the devil coming to claim what was his, and his gentle demeanor had shifted drastically to reflect that and scorch you. His inquisitive eyes onto the soft edges of the red brassiere, his tongue strolling over his lips lusciously, you were soon humming to yourself.

‘I… I am about to fuck you into next month. I hope you cancelled your plans, pussycat.’

His bluntness made it clear that Arthur had left you at the mercy of this clown, yet every atom of your body craved him.

‘How gallant… What about your criminal activities?’

‘I'm taking a small vacation. My men will shake things up enough to keep your buddies doing overtime. As for being a gentleman, I’m done with that for tonight.’

‘What if I say no?’

‘I made sure you wouldn't do that last night’

The moment you felt his ragged breath against your skin, you melted away in his arms, like gold in a fire pit. You gave in completely to his hungry lips trembling as he kissed you, his whole body as tense as a string, savoring you with heavy gulps. The intensity of his grip, the weight of his body, the shivers in his flesh betrayed the end of a painful anticipation that he'd yearned for. The bitterness of his makeup was the first shock, the second was his body weight heavy against you, the third the most unnerving, ohhh la la! If one lit a match you'd both combust in flames.

‘How about we skip the pleasantries, mm?’ he whispered in between heavy gulps of you, far from asking for permission.

The taste of his mouth, a mélange of cigarettes, wine, bitter makeup, each flavor made your limits become optional. Lace was suddenly no longer a threat for your breasts, as his fingers bared your chest for his delight, quickly followed by his painted thin lips. Something about him made you feel like a dangerous woman. Devouring you whole, shoulders, neck, breasts, his makeup brushed faded color tracing his steps, little moans escaping his throat at the taste of your skin. To your left, a full gallery of your ardent attempts to bring him back. You’d been afraid for so long to articulate your feelings for him even to yourself, always denying the possible realization of this moment. But his warm tongue strolling along your navel was a check mate to your insecurities, and now your body was his canvas, painting you in shades of Joker.

As he got on his knees, you felt yours would weaken in an instant, the heels of your stilettos working their way to penetrate yours.

‘I think we should take the advice in the rulebook and avoid exposure to lace for too long, don't you?’ his nimble fingers removed the lace panties and his tongue invaded your core before you could object. As if.

Fuck yesss… you exhaled a touch too loudly.

‘Oh dear, where are your manners, young lady?’ as if he wasn't speaking with a mouthful.

The sight of his green hair falling over the red jacket, his wide eyes pinned on yours, his mouth gobbling at you had been your usual suspects for the past year. But you'd imagined Arthur under the makeup, and these darkened eyes betrayed another beast altogether, a hungry, voracious beast. A surprisingly crafty one, within seconds he'd made you purr uncontrollably.

An outpour of sensation washed over you, body and mind together feeling so sensual and wanted, he was controlling your body with his tongue even as he knelt before you. You’d been intoxicated by the smell of cologne, cigarette and faint gasoline, your finger tips tracing the freshly applied white makeup and green dye on his temples. Soon enough, the slick bastard was maneuvering your clit, exposing and tasting it to his own pleasure. For a second, he moaned as he lost himself in your folds, the sounds of him enjoying what he was doing to you made you pulsate on his tongue. He'd rattled you down to your heels, you were panting so hard you were afraid you would tumble.

‘Joker… I’m gonna fall…’

‘Now now… let me finish this first, then you can fall for me, kitten.’

It hadn't even crossed your mind to make that connection, but you were once again red-handed. You couldn't help but let out a silly school girl giggle as he got up and lifted you in his arms, so much stronger than his slim complexion let see, carrying you to the large sofa, gently laying you in a corner.

‘Is this better?’

Your eyes the size of two full moons, you nodded.

‘Keep those devils on, will you?’ winking at the red soles of the Louboutins you'd chosen for the occasion. You nodded once more with beggar eyes.

‘The taste of you… mmm how I’ve yearned for it… I wasn't joking about your cancelled plans. Don't say you weren't warned' he whispered as he kissed you, his taste and yours mingled on his lips were an aphrodisiac. You nodded obediently one last time.

Kneeling once again between your thighs, he proceeded to unbutton his vest, then his shirt, yet maintaining eye contact. Damn, that new treatment must have been making miracles. You had never been intimate with Arthur before, but you couldn't miss that it was Joker in between your thighs. You’d be shamelessly lying if you said you didn't want him to take you just like this, a painted, deranged clown that had been stalking you for months, the danger an essential part of the thrill.

As he bared his chest, a deep purple covered part of his left ribcage underneath the teal shirt, his nightlife trade in violence etched onto his body, causing you to frown with genuine concern. That must have been why he seemed to flinch and change course at the thought of baring his body to you. In his own time.

You trembled as his warm breath spread over your clit, sinking his tongue in whatever he'd made of you already. The intense eye contact would be enough stimulant to answer your burning curiosities, but he had his to satisfy. Savoring each slurp, he was masterfully tensing you up like a guitar string ready to pop at the next twirl, and those diamonds around his eyes only served to plunge you into the ferocity of his curious gazes. You were a ball of ache to feel his flesh slither inside you, tongue, fingers, cock. The thirst you’d felt for him for so long was strikingly visible in your quivering body and four octave moans, his palms strolling across the red lace all the way up to your breasts. How insatiable he was in his exploration, each touch a stronger confirmation that you were really, finally his.

A soft stroke of his tongue over his lips yanked you out of any distraction, an uncontrolled twitch of your knees betraying a futile instinct of self preservation. Your reflexes had been off by around a year, though. You whined and moaned and shivered under his velvet lips as he strolled them down your breasts, your ribs, your belly button, feeling the jolts in your body and reveling in them as he hummed. Each kiss he carefully peppered onto your prickled skin sent you into a maddening spiral, your core a backdraft aching for him to extinguish. How ironic. You had grown up petrified of those nightmares of a dreadful clown chasing you down to eat you whole. Who would have thought these terrors would develop into consuming yearnings 20 years later?

The high that came with his virtuosity made the fabric of reality feel hazy, your fingers tangled in his green hair an anchor to the real world, where it seemed as if your body had been designed for him to unlock. With each feathery stroke he'd have you yearning for more, contorting in lust as he tasted you for his own pleasure. Your fingers on his white temple, he seemed intrigued by the beggar look staring right at him, so he buried his tongue deeper.

‘This tastes exactly how I imagined it…’

This hungry wolf kept on controlling your whole body through his tongue, slurping each drop of pleasure he brought. The narcissist in him was feeding off each reaction he ignited, reveling in the fact that he was the cause of all this hot mess, and you were falling like rain on a scorching mid summer day.

‘You rascal... Is this your MO, you threaten your prey 24 hours before the inevitable?’

‘I usually take ‘em by surprise'

Fire and ice collided in your core into an outwash of sensation and your eyes drowned in the back of your head as he gentry filled you up with one finger ‘Ohh… right there…’. It was too much to bear as his tongue played with your flushed bud and his finger stroke at your deepest well of intense pleasure. Never would you have thought Arthur capable of pleasuring a woman so exquisitely, but here he was, proving you wrong in the most delicious way you'd never imagined.

He was an artist after all, a nimble dancer who was born with music in his veins. And what is dancing than making love set to music? How he constantly drained you of every drop of pleasure with his skillful tongue, as if he'd finally found his vocation. The tenderness of his touches betrayed a long lasting want for you in his arms, a haunting want that he'd finally captured and was now close enough to taste.

‘Oh God, this is too good, please keep going' your voice had turned into beseeching cries.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yes, please…’

‘Mmm… Right here?’

‘Y… yes… don't stop please', the words poured out as if coming from the sweetest place of ecstasy, the beggar look and pulsating muscles a dead giveaway.

‘Come for me, pussycat, and look at me as you do...’

His command to come for him tipped you off the edge instantly, he had released the hold on the leaning rollercoaster, his tongue twirling and stroking your flushed bud. His piercing eyes gleamed as your skin went aflame and you combusted in his mouth harder than you’d ever had before. Your mind was devoid of thought as you let yourself sink into his fervent caresses. He held you down as you bucked and convulsed in blissful agony pinned onto his finger, he sank his nose and tongue into your cunt, prideful for making you come so soon. You felt flushed, ravaged, trembling from all joints, your eyes in the back of your head unable to contain their fluttering any longer. His starved frenzy had eased into careful strokes with a soft tongue, comforting you through the dwindling climax.

‘Whoa, hello there, pussycat… how I love hearing you purr like this for me’

He climbed up to you gently, the widest, proudest grin imaginable etched on his face as he smacked his lips. The lower half was smudged enough for his mouth to be visible under a glistening coat of you, and there it was. The scar that you'd specifically left out of the composite sketch. It was very old, a part of him, his face branded uniquely. As much as the clown costume spewed fire down your spine, you so badly wanted to see Arthur without it once again.

‘Joker…’

‘Yeah?’

‘I'm gonna…’

‘Come again?’

His nimble fingers were skillfully riding you fast towards another orgasm, your core still highly sensitive after your first one.

‘That's it kitten, give this joker what he wants. You're so damn beautiful, I want all of you'

His savory whispers lifted you to your peak, then his lips kissed you through your implosive ecstasy as your whole body quivered under his. The taste of you on his lips should be his new cologne from then on. After he’d seeded those thoughts the night before, it wasn't at all surprising how your body overreacted to his touches. Murmuring softly in your ear, he slowly released the grip as you descended from the second high. Your palms caressed his jawline, the feel of paint covering his skin a contradiction you'd never felt before. But here he was, teaching you what you didn't know how.

‘There there, I’ll let go now'

‘No, don't, please. Give me more…' You begged, commanding respect as the highly virtuous, dignified lady you were in that moment.

His smile as wide as on Christmas morning, his eyebrows raised, a chuckle exulting his whole body, he clearly hadn't expected that reaction so soon. Cat's out of the bag now.

‘Well well well… Look at you beg!'

‘I didn't beg…!'

‘But you will'

You should have known better than falling into that again, but you were too distracted with unbuttoning his red pants and finding the real culprit for your sleepless nights. If you'd known Joker from so many accounts, this had not been in any police record. But boy, it should have been, you wouldn't have thinned your art exhibitions to avoid being found, what a ridiculous thing to do!

With a swift motion, he was already in between your thighs. Lowering his white briefs and positioning himself at your glistening entrance, he was massaging with the tip, testing your sensitivity. This surely wasn't the same gallant gentleman who'd wooed you so far, this was another animal who was toying with his food, and you had willingly stepped into his lair.

‘Is that a threat or a promise?’

His eyes squinted in the dim light, a smug smile to his ears and your whole body jolted at the feel of him entering you all the way down, groaning with eyes in the back of his head.

‘Knowing me, what’s the difference?’

You molded so well on him as he filled you up and some more, his arms locking you down for his pleasure. Careful and gentle at first, his knees deep in the couch the more he'd bury himself into you, his face immersed in your hair gulping your scent, his tongue nibbling your ear.

‘And now I’m inside you. All the way inside you', his hand caressing your jawline, shyly brushing over your gaping mouth before kissing you.

Releasing yourself to him had been the epitome of the most ardent desires clawing out of you progressively. You‘d craved each and every word he was whispering in your ear as he was having you. His size filled you all the way in, you must have been molded to him or else you could not fathom how you'd never felt so awash as you did with Joker. He was going there, working exquisitely to get his little prize again, and it was terrifying how familiar he had become with your sweet spot in under an hour. Perhaps you'd anticipated this moment for months on end that his slightest touch would just keep you hooked in a state of blissful tension. His slim body felt heavy over you, his sharp pelvis bones grinding against your inner thighs, his protruding ribs over yours.

And yet he was so beautiful, no other man had ever awakened such riveting feelings inside your gut so effortlessly. The amount of torment this man had felt throughout his life, and yet he was still capable of making you feel such heart warming bliss in his arms. As he'd wrapped you around him tight, his palm on your cheek, his forehead to yours, it was clear you weren't just tonight's fuck. He had longed for you, and you were finally his. And his you were.

‘I'd asked myself so many times why you kept painting me, and what would you think about when you did that… Am I on the right track?’

You were a broken record of enticing approvals, your mind and body in ecstatic agony. This was not the same man from Pogo's Comedy Club, or the same man on the police car for that matter. This man was phlegmatic, charismatic and gallant enough to be a dirty flirt, and so goddamn dashing in his suit and makeup. Everything about him was such a contradiction it was driving you rabid.

Getting plowed you screamed and panted heavily, your core soaking him whole. His strokes were taking you to the edge, had they been delicate so far, now they were progressively vicious as he heard you whimper. Your mind was a sweet void, a deep abyss of shivers and tingles shrouding you in free fall, your dry lips pleading him to keep going.

As he bit his lips, his facial features turned aggressive, his eyes dark with lust. You moaned as he laid you down and fucked you hard and deep, hitting your sweet spot rhythmically, your cries fuel to his ego. The sneaky bastard was grinning at the sight of his kitten crumbling under his pleasure, so damn proud of himself.

‘You've been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?’

Your five senses were invaded by his forehead sweaty onto yours, his eyes a hypnotizing flood of green murky waters, the smell of ammonia and cigarettes filling your nostrils, his husky voice whispering softly as his cock rummaged your sweet spot.

‘You want to be my precious little slut doll, don't you? Come for me.’

Oh god… a new set of pleasure waves rushed through your flesh progressively. Something about the way he cursed sent you into a spiral, how it tipped you over into another outpour of muscle spasms. Under tight grips, he fucked you the way you needed to be fucked, fast and hard, without a pinch of mercy, his cock growing stronger under your spastic contractions, Arthur must have left the building completely. You slowly shed every ounce of ecstasy as he trailed his eyes down your body, his breath ragged, his voice purring little silent curses.

You're here, really here, you're mine, all mine, his voice whispered right before his sea green eyes disappeared in the back of his head and you felt a strong throb rushing through you as he spilled himself into you, shuddering, panting, gasping for air. His moans in pleasure were an aphrodisiac you’d never believed you'd get a taste of. But here it was, and all you wanted was to savor it at your discretion again and again.

As he descended from his high, his body felt heavy and his heart galloped against your chest, yet his lips still lingered on your skin, peppering it with red traces of himself. Joker had ousted the whole world from your senses, leaving only himself under your skin, his embrace the safest shelter for both.

‘If you only knew…’ he whispered as he lay his face to rest in the nuzzle of your neck ‘… just how many times I’ve played this in my head, kitten… If there's one good thing out of my condition, it's that my imagination can be blissfully vivid.’ His fingers deciphered your face gently, grabbling the warmth of the skin. ‘But every time I’d wake hopeful, you weren't there. And that's when it was most cruel and bitter…’The faltering of his voice played the piano tiles of an innocent, tormented concerto that filled the room despite the windy night.

‘But I am here now, Arthur'

‘You are… yes, you are…’

The sweetness of his soft lips deliciously covering your face until reaching your mouth, he'd been right when predicting your fall for him, and what a rhapsodic fall he'd triggered. The silence of his tight embrace said more than you'd ever dared hope for, but a playful hum lingered in his throat as the words murmured indelibly.

Someday when I’m awfully low, when the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight

His husky voice gave you shivery prickles, and a chuckle escaped you remembering the direction of Sinatra's lyrics, what a master of anticipation Arthur had become.

*Knock knock*

Arthur's voice froze in an instant, your heart almost bursting into his palm, he placed a finger over your lips to shush you.

A voice with a British accent apologized for the intrusion and set your mind at ease, but had clearly set Arthur on edge. By his puzzled reaction, he had meant his promise of a vacation and an interruption couldn't be a good omen.

‘Ahhhh shit, Gary! He wouldn't bother unless it was important. Stay here, kitten, I'll be right back. COMING!'

Untangling himself from you proved difficult for both as he kissed your lips one last time while tucking himself back into his pants. You'd covered half your face with the first pillow to stifle your giggles as he stumbled putting his shoes on, seemingly willing to greet Gary with his lower face smudged in a most decadent mixture of you both.

‘Arthur… that suit won't cover the lower half of your face, you know?’

An eyebrow twitch stopped him in his haste to ponder at your hint, the realization of it spreading a most endearing smile of the night onto his face. Your heart coiled at his complicit chuckle of needing to put Joker back on as he'd forgotten him for a second.

Two minutes later he bowed gracefully, his makeup shamefully half applied over the initial mess.

‘Gary's my best man, he's seen worse of me. But what’s a valiant knight to do if not protect his sweet damsel's virtue?’

A wink and a quick peck on the lips, so comfortingly as if you'd known each other for ages, and off he went.

As he will, undoubtedly…

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