#trust and love

[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

Through the Fear

The night was cold and silent, Gotham City cloaked in a shroud of fear. You had been working with Jason Todd, the Red Hood, for months now, helping him clean up the streets while secretly feeding information to Batman in the hopes of reuniting Jason with his family. It was a delicate balance, one you had managed to maintain until tonight.

You and Jason had been tracking down Scarecrow, who had been spreading his fear toxin throughout the city. The mission had been going smoothly until you stumbled upon one of Scarecrow's traps. The canister exploded, releasing a cloud of fear toxin that enveloped you before you could react.

You staggered, coughing and trying to wave the gas away, but it was too late. The toxin seeped into your lungs, and your vision began to warp and twist. Horrific images flooded your mind, and every shadow seemed to harbor a threat.

"Y/N!" Jason's voice cut through the haze, but it sounded distorted and menacing. You turned to see him rushing towards you, but in your fear-addled state, he appeared as a monstrous figure, eyes glowing red and his grin twisted into a snarl.

"No, stay away!" you screamed, backing away from him in terror.

"Y/N, it's me, Jason," he said, his voice softer, more concerned. He reached out to you, but you flinched away, convinced he was going to hurt you.

"You're trying to kill me!" you cried, tears streaming down your face as you stumbled and fell to the ground. "I knew it... you found out about me helping Batman... you're going to kill me!"

Jason's eyes widened in shock and hurt. "What are you talking about? I would never hurt you, Y/N. You're everything to me."

But your mind was consumed by fear, and you couldn't see the truth in his words. All you saw was the monster your mind had conjured up, ready to strike.

Desperate to help you, Jason quickly pulled out a vial of the antidote he always carried with him. He knew he had to get it into your system, but you were too frightened to let him near.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he said gently, holding up the antidote. "This will help you. Please, Y/N, trust me."

You shook your head, trembling. "No... no... you're lying."

Jason's heart broke at the sight of you, so terrified and broken. He knew he had to act quickly. With a swift motion, he grabbed your arm and injected the antidote into your bloodstream, hoping it would take effect before your fear consumed you entirely.

You struggled against him, but the antidote began to work, slowly clearing the fog of terror from your mind. The monstrous image of Jason started to fade, and his real, worried face came into focus.

"Jason?" you whispered, your voice weak and trembling.

"Yes, it's me," he said, relief washing over him as he saw the recognition in your eyes. "It's going to be okay, Y/N. I'm here."

You collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, Jason... I was only trying to help you see your family again..."

He held you tightly, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I know, Y/N. I know. And I'm not angry. I could never be angry with you for wanting to help me. But you have to trust me when I say I would never hurt you."

You nodded against his chest, the fear slowly ebbing away as you felt the warmth and safety of his embrace. "I trust you, Jason. I trust you."

Jason pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We'll get through this together. You're not alone."

As the night wore on and the effects of the toxin completely wore off, you stayed in Jason's arms, the bond between you stronger than ever. No matter the fears and secrets that had threatened to tear you apart, your love had proven stronger, and together, you knew you could face anything Gotham threw your way.

[tearfallpixie]

Trust and Love - Chapter 1: Meeting the band

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“Baby girl, they are going to love you.” Ricky assured me. I frowned and stared towards the daunting bus. Ricky and I had been together for 6 months but in that time I hadn’t met his band mates once. Needless to say I was terrified.

“Promise?” I whispered. He pulled me into a kiss and nodded before taking my hand and guiding me to the bus. He opened the door and let me get on first where I was greeted by what I could only describe as chaos. There were people everywhere trying to stock stuff in the kitchen, set consoles up in the living room, make sure that everyone’s bags were by the right bunk. The one I recognized as Chris was the first to look in our direction and thankfully he didn’t rush over.

“You must be Olivia. It will be wonderful having you tour with us for a while.” He gave me a smile and stuck out his hand. I shook it and adjusted my camera bag on my shoulder.

“Hi, you’re Chris. Its nice to finally meet you.” I mumbled.

“Ricky, you two will be bunked in the back lounge. I know it’s a little weird but at least you two get to stay together.” Rick weaved around me and gave Chris a hug.

“Thanks man. I appreciate it. Olive was pretty nervous about being split up while on tour.” Ricky turned around and held out his hand to me. “I’ll show you back.” I took his hand and allowed him to weave me through the people. “The dork with the green hair is Justin. He’s our bassist. That one is Ryan. And this is my personal favorite village idiot, Vinny.” Everyone waved at me but Vinny was the one my eyes focused on. There was just something about his aura that made him so approachable. He had shoulder length wild hair with the front strands dyed a gorgeous red.

“Do you use Manic Panic in your hair?” I asked. Vinny lit up and nodded.

“I love their blood red color.” He told me, pulling at said strands of hair.

“It looks good on you.” He grinned and thanked me.

“You must be Ricks girl. Liv right?” I usually hated the nickname Liv but for some reason it didn’t bother me when he said it.

“Yeah, but no one else is allowed to use that nickname. I hate it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I can-“

“Nah, you get the pass for it. But only you.”

“Awe, we just met and I’m already special!” He threw an arm around my shoulder and hugged me. It took everything in me not to jerk away and start crying. Luckily Ricky stepped in.

“Whoa! Vin, let go.” He pulled Vinny’s arm off me and pulled me into his side. “She’s a touch on her term’s kind of person. I’m sorry I didn’t mention that.” I buried my head into Rickys shoulder and bit back my sobs.

“Liv, I’m so sorry. I’m just naturally touchy. It won’t happen again. I swear.” Vin stuttered.

“I-its ok. It just freaked me out a little. Ricky, can we go to our room please?” I asked.

“Yeah baby, follow me.” He murmured softly. “Vinny’s a good guy but he is very touchy. I’m sorry about that love.” I shook my head and placed a hand on his chest.

“It’s ok. I get that some people are that way. I just wish I wasn’t so … broken.” I mumbled.

“You are not broken. What happened to you was horrendous, but you are not broken because of it. Your ex was a piece of trash. I will never let something like that happen to you again.” I nuzzled under his chin and hummed.

“I know you won’t.” I leaned up and kissed him sweetly before setting my bag on the bed and sitting down. “If its ok, I think I’ll just stay back here for a little while.”

“That’s perfectly fine.” He kissed the top of my head. He was the only person in the world that had permission to touch me freely. Not even my own family could. After what happened they were grateful that I had someone like Ricky to trust and rely on.

“Can you tell Vinny I’m not mad at him?”

“I will. Get some rest baby girl.” I laid down on the bed and tried to close my eyes but the bumps of the bus and the voices up front kept me awake. There was a knock at the door, so I sat up and looked at it.

“Come in.” I called. The door opened and Vinny walked in.

“Hey, can we start over?” He asked. I patted the bed next to me and he smiled, gratefully sitting down. “Hi, I’m Vinny. Local pot head, drummer and very touchy feely.” He smirked, holding out his hand.

“Hi Vinny, I’m Olivia but you and only you can call me Liv. I’ve had a traumatic ex so please don’t touch me without me initiating it.” I giggled, shaking his hand.

“Do I have to murder someone for touching such a beautiful girl?” He asked.

“No, Ricky already made sure of that.” I mumbled. “My ex-“

“You don’t have to tell me.” Vinny waved his hands.

“I want to. In a weird way I trust you already.” I shrugged. “My ex, he use to hit me, abuse me, r-r” I shuddered and shook my head. “Well one day he got bold in public and Ricky saw it. He beat the guy to a pulp and luckily there were witnesses that defended him. Got the guy locked up for 10 years for me. We never stopped talking after that.”

“Ricky is a wonderful friend and an even better partner.” Vinny mused.

“You say that like you’ve had experience with him.” I teased. Vinny frowned.

“Would that bother you?” I shook my head. “When you get comfortable with people and you are trapped on a bus for a good portion of the year together, feelings run, hormones get high.”

“Who tops?” Vinny blushed.

“We have only done oral or hand jobs but I don’t think Ricky would let me top him for his life.”

“Have you two ever shared a partner?”

“Whoa, already having fantasies of us sharing you?” He smirked. “Just kidding. But yes, on numerous occasions. But its only ever been one night stands. Not someone we’ve ever seriously been with.” I let out a big yawn and flopped back down. “I can go if you want.”

“No, its ok. I like chatting with you.”

“Yes, sharing stories of your boyfriends sex life.” He grinned, laying down next to me.

“Ricky’s hot. I can’t have expected him to be a prude all his life. It’s kind of interesting though. I didn’t know he liked guys.” I mused, rolling on my side to look at him.

“I don’t know if he does or if it was just stress relief to him.” I scooted closer and nuzzled under Vinny’s chin feeling very comfortable with him in that moment. He froze and I could tell he was panicking.

“You can put your arm over me.” I assured him. “Once I initiate contact its ok to touch me back.” He hesitantly laid his arm down over my ribcage and buried his head into my hair.

“Your hair smells nice.” He whispered.

“I use this pharmacopeia lemon shampoo. Its amazing.”

“I’m going to have to try that then.” I finally felt myself relaxing to his soft breathing and wasn’t even bothered when he adjusted me to slide his other arm under me. I finally drifted off to sleep and that was how Ricky found us a couple hours later. He gave a soft smile and pulled out his camera to take a photo before silently closing the door and going back up front.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[s0up1ta]

"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"

"... that's not important."

[marxstradamus]

Kirk was a real one for this

[classycookiexo]

[o0kawaii0o]

no mercy 😭

[paper-lilypie]

caught up to the manga…. space globalists arc beloved

[evgar]

agathario but it's a cowboy!au where agatha hires rio to work at her ranch and rio's a sexy annoying little shit (they want each other so bad and occasionally have hate sex until they inevitably fall in love)

[shouyuus]

18+, vi-shaped brainrot, mdni

consider college roommate!vi who is the star of the rugby team and just such a fucking jock about it, spends hours at the gym, has pre and post workout drinks and never closes her door when she's blasting rock music, leaves pink hair dye on the bathroom counter, stains the tub when she gets drunk and tries to redo her roots, calls you everything but your name -- sweetcheeks, dollface, cupcake, princess -- isn't shy about her hookups, doesn't even bother to apologize the mornings after another pretty cheerleader scampers out of her room, shrugs and winks when you come out of the bathroom with a tiny thong dangling off your finger that's clearly not either of yours.

college roommate!vi who does kickboxing on the weekends and teaches a kid's course at the local gym. the first time you go there to drop something of her's off as a favor, you can't help but stare at the way she laughs and chases the kids around, so gentle with her movements, so careful, guiding their punches, correcting their forms. and the kids love her -- it's so easy to see, the stars in their eyes, the color high in their cheeks, the way the girls cluster around her legs and the boys are constantly vying for her approval, how she tries her best to divide up her attention equally between all of them.

college roommate!vi who goes real quiet the first time you laugh in her presence, a real laugh, not one of those ha-ha ones you snipe at her when she's trying to get a rise out of you, or teasing you about spending all your time in the library, but one that shakes your shoulders and makes your whole face light up. who has to blink when you cock your head and ask if she's okay bc she was so busy staring at you, wondering about the weird thumping in her chest, the tightness in her throat.

college roommate!vi who's there for you when you're stressed about your dissertation, and she knew you were smart, but listening to you rant about it at 3am in the morning, she's starting to realize that... you're kind of a genius. to be so young and already doing a doctorate in mechanical engineering, and the things you're trying to do -- they could conceivably change the world one day. who freezes when you let your head drop onto her shoulder with a heavy sigh, telling her that you don't know what to do.

"you'll figure it out, cupcake. with a brain like yours? you always do."

college roommate!vi who realizes way too late that she's kinda got it bad for you, bc since when did she start getting used to the sight of you wearing one of her gym shirts in the mornings, making scrambled eggs, rolling your eyes when she yawns her way into the tiny kitchen, leaning an arm against the fridge as she looks you over before asking what's for breakfast. who's gotten so used to falling asleep to the soft clatter of your computer keys that when you leave to visit your family for a weekend, she tosses and turns and can't figure out why it's impossible for her to get to sleep, wanders into sliver of space you guys have crammed a couch and tv into to call a living room, slumping down there to stare at the ceiling, only to feel her fingers graze against something on the ground, who tugs out the thing from under the couch only to find herself staring at one of your bunched up socks with the goofy cartoon cats pattern, and she remembers (suddenly) finding you tearing your room apart the week before trying to look for it because it's your favorite pair of socks.

she finds herself chuckling, letting the sock fall again, but the tightness in her throat doesn't recede, and invisible fingers clench in her gut as she lets her eyes fall shut.

"well... fuck."

college roommate!vi who doesn't know how to act when you get back from your weekend away, when you throw yourself into her arms, your skin still smelling of the crisp fall air and something warm, and spicy -- it reminds her of the holiday market you dragged her to last year, the cinnamon and spiced apples, the hot, mulled wine, the way it burned all the way down when she took the first sip, the way it worked the most darling flush into your cheeks above your pink knit scarf.

"i've got a present for you!" you say, when you finally extricate yourself from her gasp, your arms still around her shoulders, her hands still settled around your waist.

"y-yeah? you didn't have to do that, sweetcheeks --"

"yeah, but i saw this in a store window and -- well i just... it reminded me of you," you say, pulling back to dig something out of your travel bag, and it takes everything in vi not to tug you back into her chest. so instead, she settles for knitting her arms across her front and coughing to hide the fact that her throat's just tightened over itself at your words. you? seeing something and thinking of her? gods, she was so far gone.

"here," you say, pulling a small black box out and offering it to her on the palm of your hand.

vi stares, before reaching out to take it, her eyes flickering up towards your face, only to catch you chewing on your bottom lip in a way that makes her mind frizzle out at the edges. she refocuses her attention on the box -- opening it, she finds a tiny little gemstone, set on a thin golden chain --

"oh..." she breathes, tugging out up to let the gem dangle from between her fingers.

"it -- it's an alexandrite stone," you say, your voice a bit reedy, but you push on as vi continues to stare, "it's uhm -- one of the rarest gemstones in nature, but the cool thing is it changes colors depending on what kind of light it's under --" you reach up to grasp her wrist, her lungs seizing at the contact as you tug her into the incandescent light of the kitchen. "see? it was light blue a second ago, right? and now it's --"

"violet," vi says, her voice soft and disbelieving.

you quickly let go of her wrist, pursing your lips and wrapping your arms around yourself, looking anywhere but at her face.

"yeah -- i just --" your shoulders shrug up as she stares at you, her sky-light eyes wide, "it... it reminded me of... you."

college roommate!vi who, ever since the "necklace incident" (as the rest of the rugby team likes to call it), hasn't really been the same. she's put on the necklace and not taken it off for even a second since the day you gave it to her, but now she doesn't really know how to act around you -- bc did you actually like her? i mean, the necklace is... a pretty big thing to just give someone, but what if you were just giving it to her as a friend? as a roommate? she agonizes over it to the point that the rest of the team are so, so sick of hearing about it, they lovingly tell her to just fuck her and get it over with already. but vi insists that she can't -- it's different with you.

college roommate!vi who's stunned speechless when she gets home to find you staring at your computer, your expression blank. and at first, she thinks something's horribly wrong, but then you're slamming into her, squealing about how you've done it -- your thesis defense went well, that you're a doctor now -- and she's picking you up, spinning you around, buoyed up by the effervescence of your happiness, pressing a kiss to your cheek --

"oh my god, congrats princess! i knew it! i always knew you could do it!"

"thanks -- god, i just -- i've wanted it for so long i... i don't know what to do with myself now that i've got it, y'know?" you say, still suspended in vi's arms, your feet lifted off the ground. it takes a moment before you both seem to realize the position you're in, and vi clears her throat as she lets you down, you looking away, pressing your palms to your cheeks to cool the heat gathering there.

after a brief pause though, vi chuckles, reaching out to slip a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up towards her's.

"c'mon, put on one of those pretty dresses of yours. we're going out."

"out?"

"yeah. to celebrate."

you blink as vi pulls her hand away.

"but it's like... 4:30 on a tuesday."

vi cocks an eyebrow, a smirk twitching at her lips, "yes, and? c'mon cupcake --" her eyes catch yours and instead of looking away, she holds it this time, something flickering behind their powder-blue depths that makes your skin prickle with heat, "i'll show you a good time."

college roommate!vi who takes you to one of her favorite clubs, tugging you through the crowd, the jostling bodies, holding your hand in her's, trying really hard not to think too much about it (or the fucking insane little black and pink miniskirt you put on), telling herself that it's just to make sure she doesn't lose you in the crowd, grinning when someone knocks you into her chest, and she finds her arm wrapped around your waist, fingers scrunching the material of your skirt, your palms splayed on her chest.

she buys the both of you a round of shots, watching with a hitched breath as your tongue flickers out to lick the salt daubed on your wrist, the way your eyes squeeze shut when you take the shot and your lips wrap around the lime slice, tries to ignore the twist in her gut like a turning blade, the way her whole body flushes with heat, the dull ache caught between her legs when you wipe your lips, your eyes bright and a little blown out, your cheeks flushed with color as you giggle and lace your hands with hers again --

"come on! i wanna dance!"

college roommate!vi who is just drunk enough to let herself dance with you, to let herself lean in to the way you're twisting your body, fingers in your hair, your eyes closed, an indulgent smile on your lips, who let's herself imagine (just for a second), pulling you in to kiss you, how soft your lips might feel on hers, how silken your skin might be beneath her hands, who tries not to groan when you lean in closer, link your arms behind her neck, press your whole body against her's, who grips your hips just a little too tight, grinds you against her, sees the way you gasp, your eyelids fluttering as you eyes glaze out --

college roommate!vi who can't help how she groans at the sight, tugs you in by the back of your neck to mash her lips to yours, crushing you to her as she kisses you (finally, finally) and you let yourself he kissed -- your fingers tangle in her choppy pink hair, and she swears you make this sweet, mind-bending whimpering noise in the back of your throat that drives her up the wall and right over it --

but when she pulls back, she sees the look on your face -- shocked and little confused, but you're drunk, and she doesn't wanna do this with you -- at least, not like this.

college roommate!vi who pulls away, only to have you follow her all the way out the club, into this small dark alley, her shaking her head, feeling a strange, saltwater prickle at the back of her throat as she says --

"shit -- sorry. i didn't mean to -- i just -- you were just so -- and i -- fuck, i didn't --"

"vi -- vi -- no, violet, listen to me --"

it's her full name on your lips that makes her pause, makes her turn to find you walking towards her. your lipstick is smeared, your hair a waterfall mess around your shoulders as you corner her against the rough brick of the club's exterior. faintly, she can still feel the pulse of music reverberating from inside the club, but out here, the air is damp and cold and quiet.

"i -- i'm sorry i kissed you," she says, her voice cracking over the syllables. she bites her lips as you frown up at her, your eyes searching her's before you let out a soft sigh and a scoff.

"well. i'm sorry you feel that way. cause..." you take half a step back, your arms curling around yourself before you glance back at her with a hard, determined light to your eyes as you press back into her space, your cheeks bright with color.

"i was really kinda hoping you'd do it again."

vi's breath punches out of her chest; it takes a few seconds of sputtering before she gathers herself enough to speak.

"wait -- what? you..."

you crinkle your nose, rolling your eyes, "i -- i thought i was making it obvious -- i mean, with the whole necklace thing -- it doesn't take a genius to figure how i feel about --"

you squeak as she pins you against the opposite wall, her lips seeking yours out, her fingers rucking up the material of your top, making you hiccup as they tease under the wire-rim of your bra.

college roommate!vi who can barely control herself when you sink your fingers into her hair, tugging lightly as you gasp out a breath, her lips tracking fire along the side of your neck, intent on making you whimper again, just the way she likes, grazing her teeth along your collarbone even as you jerk at her hair --

"vi -- fuck -- vi, not here --" you swallow around the burgeoning desire, and when you glance down to find her looking up at you, her eyes so dark they're almost black, you fight back a groan, cup your palms around her cheeks and pull her up for a long kiss.

"let's --" you suck in a breath even as vi whines at the loss your lips, "let's go home --"

"holy fuck," vi swears, somehow managing to pull herself back just far enough to taste the misty night air. she stares at you, your chest heaving, a daisy-chain of hickeys blossoming along the long expanse of your neck, your makeup good and smeared, your hair a mess, your eyes bright and so full of love as they flicker over her face.

vi smiles, helpless to the loud, uncertain drumming of her heart as she says, "y-yeah -- let's get you home, princess."

college roommate!vi who barely waits for the elevator door to close in your building before she's got you shoved up against the wall, hoisting you up, her fingers seeking out the softness of your skin, tugging up your shirt, her other hand dipping into the waistband of your skirt, her mouth open and hungry as she kisses your neck, bites down at the junction of your shoulder just to hear you moan.

college roommate!vi who's way too good at undoing your bra with one hand the second you get back to your apartment (if you were more coherent, you might've thought it hot), the door slamming closed, the pair of you toppling onto the room, breathy laughs and panting whines as she hoists you into her arms and carries you to your bedroom, laying you down so gently, kissing up your stomach till you're whimpering, your own hands pulling your top off your body, leaving you in an undone-bra and a miniskirt, your cheeks flushed. you push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as vi peaks up at you from between your legs, shooting you a wink before she's tugging down your skirt and panties all in one, an eyebrow ticking up at the lil lacey thing you had on beneath the skirt all along.

"all this for me, pretty?"

you press your lips, eyes cutting away as she looks between the bra dangling off your shoulders and the panties caught round your ankles. her lashes flutter.

"oh, a matching set," she cocks her head, running her palms up your thighs, pinning them open again as you try to press them closed, feeling suddenly much too seen (bc you'd be straight up lying if you hadn't put it on in the vague hope that the night might evolve into something like this).

she clicks her tongue, shaking her head with a cocky, shit-eating grin that makes your heart skitter in your chest. her drops a light kiss to your inner thigh, savoring in the way you whine again.

"nope, keep 'em open princess."

college roommate!vi who takes her time with you, bc rly she's been waiting way too long for this, has imagined it one too many times, but nothing can compare to the way your hips jerk up against her mouth, the way your fingers tighten in her hair every time she licks up the seam of your cunt, the way your breath catches on her name over and over again, like you can't quite get the word out even though it's just a single syllable. she groans against you, too lost in the taste of you to care about what a mess she must look like, with her tongue fucking into your desperate hole, her nose nudging your clit, her fingers digging crescent moon marks into your hipbones.

she's sure that if this were an old-fashioned cartoon, there'd be big, balloon hearts popping out of her eyes. she can't get enough of you like this -- moaning her name, your legs on either side of her face, your skin littered with the remnants of her. she has the eye-rolling thought of you the next morning, of how all these marks will still be there to remind you of her every single time you see one of them.

college roommate!vi who doesn't expect you to flip over after she's literally eaten you out seven ways to sunday, to tug her in for a soft kiss (though she really does like pressing your own taste back into your mouth with her tongue), before your fingers are inching down the length of her body to tease at her hips, trailing circles down the lines of her abs, toying with the thin line of hair that leads into her black boxer briefs.

"what are you --"

you shoot her a look that has her mouth going dry.

"what? didn't think i can give as good as i get?"

college roommate!vi who's literally going to lose her mind with the way you're fingers (at first sight so thin and delicate, but gods are they stronger than they look) are pressing into her, curling up with the kind of precision usually only associated with doctors, and then a voice in the back of her head reminds her -- oh, right, you are a doctor now. but logical thought dies after that, bc you've somehow worked your way between her legs and are looking up at her with those big dark eyes of yours, smiling sunshine bright before you drop a kitten-lick against her clit and she's twitching, keening as she cums all over your fingers.

"jesus fuckin' christ, doll -- is that what you're learning in those engineering classes?"

she's breathless, cheeks flushed, and honestly just a little embarrassed at how quickly she came, but she has to bite back another groan as she watches you lick your fingers clean, grinning sweetly up at her as if you didn't just get her off in record time.

"no, but i did do my dissertation on human-based robotics, which included a lot of late nights memorizing anatomical models so..."

vi pulls you in for a kiss, laughing against your lips.

"you're amazing, y'know that?"

college roommate!vi who can't really believe how much she's lucked out, sharing an apartment with her girlfriend, who literally cannot shut up about you, but the rugby team all agree that they'd rather have this than the months of endless pining. who brags about her genius gf to anyone who'll listen, and looks for you in the stands of all her practice matches when you can make it, who kisses you in front of everyone even when you make a show of trying to wiggle away bc she's sweaty (you don't really care).

who loves telling the story of how you guys met bc she still can't quite believe it herself, and the story always starts with --

"well, actually -- we started off as roommates."

[violent138]

While I'm sure bad guys in Gotham have learned over time that the Bats don't kill, that even after bashing your teeth in they'll flag down an ambulance or dump you unceremoniously at the ER, it's still a shaky trust.

One that is easily shaken seeing a child wielding a sword in the dead of night; nobody wants to learn how that is handled nonlethally. Or bad guys just surrendering one late night after running into an alley and Nightwing's standing over their unconscious buddy, holding the gun he wrestled away. They watch Red Hood break into the place they're robbing with a crowbar in hand and just decide they'd rather not chance it. They see a shadow that could be Black Bat and-- you get it.

[tearfallpixie]

Trust and Love Side Chapter - Vinnys Stream

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“Guys, guys. Think about it though, wouldn’t it make more sense for the solar eclipse to be the one where the moon reflects the light and the lunar be where the sun is behind?” Vinny exclaimed, arguing with his chat on stream. He had been having this conversation for the last 5 minutes while Ricky and Liv were out in the living room. They knew to give him his privacy while streaming so that there were no questions about why they were hanging around his place. However what the fans didn’t know was that he had a door to his room out of view of the camera so if they really needed him they had access to him.

“You guys are ridiculous. It makes more sense when the moon is the one in front for a lunar eclipse.” He huffed shaking his head. He heard the tell-tale signs of his door clicking open so he looked up to see Liv walking in. He cocked his head to ask if everything was ok. She shrugged and pointed to the living room and then slashed her neck with her thumb as if to say she was going to kill Rick. Vin casually covered his mouth to hide his grin and went back to focusing on his stream as she settled in his bed. He smiled softly as she laid there scrolling on her phone. He loved moments like these where she just hung out in the same room with him as he gamed. “What?” He asked, noticing a fan in the comments asking him if he was ok. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking. Forget about the moon and sun. I don’t care anymore.”

He continued playing Baldur’s Gate 3 while chatting with the audience for a while longer until he saw Ricky walk in with a giant smirk on his face. Vinny watched him carefully, now realizing that he and Liv were up to something, but he was only two hours into his promised 4 hour stream so he had to let it go for now. What he was not expecting was for Ricky to crawl into his bed and start filthily kissing Liv, tongue and all.

“Hang on guys. I’m going to go grab a drink. I’ll be right back.” He muted his mic and stepped off screen, crossing his arms over his chest. “What the fuck are you doing, assholes?” He snapped.

“Nothing Vin? We’re just kissing. Right Rick?” Liv giggled.

“Of course, baby girl. We wouldn’t dare risk distracting Vin from his stream.” Ricky purred, grinning at the drummer. Vinny was about to say something, but Rick cut him off. “Better go get a drink Vin. Don’t want to make your audience wait too long.” Vin growled and left the room before coming back with a can of sprite and glaring at the pair entangled on his bed. He went back on camera and clicked his mic on before sitting down.

“I’m back. Where were we?” He was able to get through another 15 minutes before he heard a barely audible gasp coming from his bed. He looked over to see that Ricks hand was up Livs shirt and was massaging her boob as his tongue dove deep into her mouth. Those fuckers. They were teasing him, and he couldn’t do shit about it because he couldn’t just abandon stream. He took a deep breath and tore his eyes away from the tantalizing sight. He shifted a little as his pants started getting tight from the sight of his boyfriend and girlfriend making out in front of his face. His eyes flicked back to them to see Rick dragging Liv into his lap and pulling her shirt over her head.

“Fuck.” Vin whispered as he stared at Livs beautiful chest being cupped ever so gently by a beautiful red lace bra. Ricky looked over and flicked his eyes to Vinny’s camera as if to stay ‘Pay attention’. Vinny turned back to his stream and sank in his chair to slightly block the two from his vision. He clicked to youtube and put on the Dracula flow video to help distract him but it was to no avail as Ricky unclasped Livs bra and sensually pulled it down her arms before taking one of her perky nipples into his mouth.

Vinny reached down to palm his growing hard on and to try to will it away somehow but seeing his girl so exposed and vulnerable prevented that. Ricky saw him focused on them and not his stream and smirked, licking a path from Livs nipple up to her neck where he started sucking and leaving purple bruises on the exposed skin. Vin saw Liv look at him through hooded eyes and mouth his name making him double over.

Vinny, you ok? You don’t look so hot

One of the subscriber messages spoke. Vinny sat up and looked at the screen with a sheepish grin.

“I’m ok. I think the long as fuck tour is catching up to me. I’m just a bit under the weather but I’m good enough to keep streaming.” He said. His eyes flicked over to Rick and Liv once more to see Ricky mouth ‘good boy’ to him, making him blush. He turned back to his computer and clicked off the video to go back to Baldur’s Gate where he attempted to woo his companion but failed miserably. “YOU GUYS TOLD ME TO SAY THE BLANKET!” He yelled at chat. To be honest he had only seen a couple messages saying it so its what he clicked that to get through the scene. He had wanted to get the character for his character, but his brain was very obviously somewhere else.

“I just want my character to have a good girl.” He complained, looking into Olivia’s eyes as he said that. He could feel her shudder from the words and smirked to himself. “I just want to find myself a good lil mama to take care of.” He saw Ricky roll his eyes and drop Liv on her back again before crawling down and pulling her lacy panties down her legs. Vinny leaned off screen and hissed. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He was just far enough away that it didn’t get picked up by the mic at all. Rick gave him an innocent smile as he propped up Olives leg and placed a gentle kiss to the inside of it. “Fuck you, dude.” He pouted, pulling back. He cracked open his can of sprite and took a sip to clear his salivating mouth as he watched Ricky leave bruise after bruise further into Liv’s thigh.

At that point Vinny gave up on gaming and just started playing different music and youtube videos to pretend to be watching. His eyes were 100% trained on the way Olivia was squirming and letting out airy gasps at Rickys kisses. He made halfhearted comments to keep the stream engaged but he was too far gone. He watched as the guitarist started licking at Liv’s entrance, his hand going to palm at his now extremely strained erection. He huffed and gave in, unbuttoning his pants to give himself a little relief.

“Dude this page knows what they are doing. They create absolute stupidity and it works because they get views.” He responded to a random comment. He clicked onto another video and looked back to see Rick licking into Liv like he was on death’s door and he was eating his last meal. Vinny watched as his beautiful girlfriend toppled over the edge of her climax and started to come down. He thought she always looked the most beautiful post orgasm, when she was short of breath and gasping for air.

Ricky helped Olivia slide her panties back up her legs and put a shirt over her naked torso which Vinny recognized as one of his grey shirts that was baggy on him, so it looked massive on her. He started to relax, thinking maybe they would leave and it would be done for but he was sorely mistaken. Rick whispered something in Livs ear while looking at him and he raised an eyebrow. The guitarist smirked and so did his sweet little angel and he got worried all over again. He watched as Liv crawled off the bed and under his desk so she was nestled sweetly between his legs. He glanced down to see her giving him her dangerous doe eyes and he silently pleaded with her not to do what he was thinking.

Unfortunately, his telepathic powers were for naught because next thing he knew he felt delicate little fingers tugging him out of his boxers and stroking him. He bit back a groan and glanced over at Rick who was leaning against his headboard with a smile. At this point he was not in a position where he could easily mute the stream and scold them so he just had to endure the delicious torture.

“My exhaustion is starting to get to me guys. I might have to cut this stream short. I’m so sorry.” He mumbled. He noticed Ricky move quickly to the door and then towards him. His eyes widened and he internally cussed him out, knowing what the asshole had planned.

“Hey Vin! Are you streaming?” Ricky asked loudly. He stepped into camera view and pulled up the extra chair Vinny had in his room.

“I didn’t know you were coming over.” Vinny tried to keep his voice cheerful.

“Your roommate let me in. I was in the area so I thought I would stop by.” Ricky smirked. “Hi chat! How is everyone?” As he asked that Vinny felt a wet appendage start caressing the underside of his member and he jerked a little.

“You ok there?” Ricky asked with a smile.

“Fine. Foot just fell asleep.” Vinny offered with a quiet voice. He was sure if he spoke too loudly a moan would escape him.

Ricky! Where is Olivia?

“Olivia? She’s … home enjoying some ice cream.” Ricky grinned viciously. Vinny groaned as there was a hum from the devil below him, sending vibrations up his dick.

“I guess I should go guys. Ricky must want to hang out.” Vinny tried but Ricky waved him off.

“I just got here! I don’t mind hanging out with your chat for a while.” Ricky said casually, patting him on his back.

“But i-its late. D-don’t you need to get home to Olive?” Vinny attempted one more time. He made a point to not call her Liv in public because that was a special nickname just for him and he wanted to cherish that.

“Not at all. I actually texted her before I walked in that I was going to hand out with you for a while.” Vinny cursed his quick thinking and dropped his head onto the arm that he didn’t realize was on the back of his chair. “You ok Vinny? You look a little pale.” Ricky asked in mock concern.

“Fine.” He gritted. “Tour exhaustion is just catching up to me.” He huffed as he felt lips slide half way down his member before pulling off again and repeating the process. “Fuck.” He practically whined.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just r-remembered I had to send out fan packages today but I didn’t.” He covered.

“You better get this exhaustion under control soon, Vin. We go on another tour in a week and we need you at peak performance.” Ricky teased him, moving a hand to his thigh and rubbing it slowly.

“Trust me. I think I-I’ll be fine.” He quickly switched the song to something a little noisier incase any unwanted sounds escaped his lips. He felt the brush of a tongue on the underside of his member before his eyes went wide, feeling the added addition of a piercing. He quickly looked over to Ricky who was grinning at him innocently. He grabbed Rickys hand and squeezed it, pleading for mercy as his climax rushed upon him. He gritted his teeth as Liv went back to suckling on his dick, making sure the piercing brushed his sensitive tip. When it felt like he was going to explode Ricky brushed his hand away from the mouse and quickly blinded his camera and muted his mic.

“Fuck!” Vinny snapped, pulling Ricky into a sloppy kiss as he released his climax down Olivia’s throat. He pulled away and dropped his head to the guitarists shoulder as he gasped heavily. When he opened his eyes and looked down at the devil between his legs, she was just smiling like a pleased puppy. “I hate you both.”

“No you don’t.” Ricky murmured, still smiling at him when he clicked the camera and mic back on. Vinny glance over and closed his youtube tab before expanding the view of him and Ricky to full screen. “I think we’re going to call it a night guys. Vinny is completely exhausted and needs to get some sleep. Sorry to cut the stream short.” They watched as the goodbyes poured in before waving and ending the stream.

“You guys are fucking assholes.” He muttered.

“Are you mad at me?” Liv asked with the biggest doe eyes he had ever seen.

“That’s bullying.” He pouted. Olivia slid up from under his desk and settled herself in his lap.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to make you feel as amazing as you make me feel.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“Next time, not during my stream.” He scolded, wrapping his arms around her waist. “That goes for you too, dick.” He looked over at his boyfriend.

“You love my dick.” Ricky snickered.

“I love it in my mouth.” Vinny popped off making all three of them burst out laughing.

“I can arrange that.” Ricky threatened.

“Maybe later. First. I want to take advantage of my beautiful girlfriend that you sprawled out in front of me when I couldn’t do anything about it.” Vinny stood up with Liv still in his arms and threw her on the bed before dragging Ricky into another filthy kiss and falling back onto the bed with her.

[hansoeii]

head empty, no thoughts. just turtleneck crowley

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

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[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)