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jacksworddoodles · 7 months

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How much description is too much description

I describe to people, fairly often I think, that my mental images look like a 5-year-old's crayon drawings. Firetrucks are simple rectangles and usually one shade of red, no shadows. There's a reason I'm not a realistic artist when I do break out a paint set. So when describing a scene in writing, sometimes I have a hard time telling how much description is "correct". I'll describe a room as s living room with a door on one side and windows across from it with a single rug in the center and they'll be surprised when there's a couch. To me it seems obvious that there should be a couch in a living room, but to some of my readers (this also happens in DnD so a deep apology to my players who need that information) it's not obvious. (See my other posts about not being able to read the author's mind)

So how do you get the right amount of description without being cluttered text that people will skim over. When describing the room (or any setting), I like to make a check list of my descriptions that will paint my child's crayon drawing

Is it Plot Relevant?

Is it Movement Relevant?

Is it Unusual?

Let's go back to the living room example: Character A and Character B are in the living room. Where are they positioned? If Character A is walking into the living room from the door on one wall can they see Character B as soon as they enter? If Character B is sitting on the sofa which faces the door, the answer is yes. If Character B is on the sofa facing the windows, the answer might be no. That's Movement Relevant.

Does the color of the sofa matter? Not in this instance. If it was blood red and Character B was about to get bitten by Character A who is a vampire then maybe! That's Plot Relevant. Is there a thunderstorm outside that has trapped Characters A and B together in the house and Character B is watching the storm from the sofa? That's Plot Relevant! Is there a cat? Plot Relevant! Is there a fireplace with a gun over the mantle? Checkov's Plot Relevant Gun!

Finally: is it Unusual. This is harder to narrow down, but I've discovered that if you describe a setting to 5 people and all of them assume something about it that isn't true in your case (5 people assuming there is a TV in the room when there isn't, or 5 people assuming there isn't a sofa when there is) you should include it.

Now you have your crayon drawing of a floor layout, where the characters are, what is important to the scene, and what you need to make sure to mention for the readers to picture it.

Another example: this one going step by step.

"A child sits on the bank of a river with their toes in the water."

Simple sentence. It sets the scene, we know there's a child with their toes in the water of a river. Let's add the Plot Relevant details.

"A 5-year-old child sits on the bank of the Mississippi River with their toes in the water."

Great we now know that it's important to the plot that the child is 5 and the river is the Mississippi! Let's add Movement Relevant details!

"A 5-year-old child sits on the bank of the Mississippi River, kicking their toes in the water and watching the paddleboats traveling downstream."

Now we know that paddleboats are moving nearby and the child is kicking their feet. That means their toes aren't flat in the water, they probably aren't at immediate risk of falling in, and there are people nearby (even if they're on a boat). Finally, let's add what's unusual.

"A 5-year-old child sits on the bank of the Mississippi River, kicking their sock-covered toes in the water and watching the paddleboats traveling downstream."

And now the child is wearing socks when in any of the earlier descriptions I would have assumed they were barefoot. The whole setting doesn't need to be in one sentence, but I'm tired and writing on Tumblr is an endeavor. Poke if you want more examples or shoot me an Ask to look over your descriptions.

When you're editing, go through your description with 3 colors of highlighter and mark what is plot relevant, what is movement relevant, and what is unusual. You don't need to delete everything left over, but certainly look at it and decide why you want to keep it.

#writing advice #writing tips #writing descriptions

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lyrical-panic · 3 years

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hello!! I saw your equestrian x iida fanfic and thought it was super cute!! could you possibly do one with someone who is into theater?

YES.

I'll let you in on a little secret: I'm a theater kid, and have been for the past four years. I had so much fun with this asifaiosdfoaisfioi

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist

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Unfortunately for you, UA does not have a theater program. Big sad

However, your community theater puts on teen casted shows once or twice a year

Between your school work, training, and you three rehearsals per week, you're often too tired to do much of anything else

It would be a lie to say you don't talk much about theater, you're constantly bringing funny rehearsal stories to your friends

It only gets worse in the month leading up to opening night

Who else has been either yelled at or witness someone else being yelled at by your director because you're "(insert time here) away from opening night and you don't know your lines-"?

Because if not, then you should know that the only thing worse than that is your director threatening to cut people for not knowing their choreography

It's sucks so bad

Anyway

After rehearsal, you're stressed and nervous because you're not 100% confident on your lines

You figure it can't hurt to have someone help you, so you text Iida, who's seemed the most interested in your theater endeavors

He agrees to help you run lines, and it's probably the best practice you ever had

We've all seen Iida get really into character in villain and hero roles in training, he'd make a fantastic scene partner

His commitment to a character he's not even all that familiar with and will never actually play is incredibly endearing and adorable

He even sits in as you run through a song, and he's just watching you with heart eyes 😍

Before leaving, he asks you when opening night is, and promises to be there

And there he is

Opening night rolls around, and you risk a peak from behind the curtains when the stage manager isn't looking

Holy shit

He brought the whole damn class

There's class 1-A, first row, center of the auditorium

How the hell did they snag all those seats? They must've been there even before the doors opened

Your eyes skip over your friends and peers, watching them flip through shared playbills and chat quietly

Your gaze is drawn to Iida, who's leaning closer to Midoriya at his side to read his playbill

Your heart leaps when you see the bouquet of various colorful flowers lying in his lap

Oh how you hope those are for you. You sincerely doubt they could be for anyone else, who else in the show would he know?

You pull away from the curtain before the stage manager can yell at you, shaking yourself out of your stupor

No time for feelings, you have a show to do, damnit

Iida's anxiously waiting for the curtains to open. He's read the playbill front to back multiple times, lingering specifically over your headshot and bio

No one in class was surprised when he brought the flowers. There were a few knowing smirks, and Uraraka even wiggled her eyebrows suggestively when she saw them

He bounced his leg with an unfamiliar pent up energy until your director's voice came over the speakers, reminding people to silence phones, no flash photography, the works

No matter what role you play, Iida thinks you're radient

Ensemble? You carried the whole team! Supporting character? You stole the show! Lead role? Oh boy, did he die and go to heaven, cause you killed it.

Your eyes seem to meet his every single time you're on stage. You can't help it. He's magnetic

After the show, as you take your bow, you almost tear up at the sight of your classmates cheering for you. Of Iida cheering for you

You and your castmates flow from the backstage like it's a broken dam and mingle with their friends and family in the audience

You make a beeline for the front row, stumbling back as Uraraka and Ashido hug you tightly, babbling about how amazing you were

You chat excitedly with your friends, heat rising in your cheeks at every compliment and every glowing review

Iida hangs back, watching you with a smile that can only be described as loving. Your heart leaps up into your throat at the sight of it

You're eyes are drawn once again to the flowers he's clutching tightly. You turn to Midoriya and ask him to tell Iida that you'll talk to him after you get un mic'd

You fumble with the wire and mic tape as you make your way to the sound booth, glancing back at Iida nearly the whole way back, making you almost run into quite a few people

When you return, most of your class has already gone outside to wait

It's just you and Iida, and the few remaining classmates lingering with expecting smiles

"Hey, you. Thanks for bringing everyone out." You smile softly at Iida, as you finally stop in front of him.

"Of course. You worked so hard, it'd be a shame if we couldn't all see it." He held the bouquet out to you, hand shaking so slightly you nearly missed it. "And you were easily the best part of it all."

You laugh, taking the flowers. "I don't know about that, did you see Omaki's weird faces? Funniest person ever. They carried all the comedy, honestly."

"They were quite good," Iida admitted. "But I still think you were the best part. You have a commanding stage presence. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

All the blood seemed to go straight to your face at the blunt confession. "You sure that's not just a you thing?" You tease.

He chuckles, his own face lighting up. "It may very well be."

#mha #bnha #iida #tenya #tenya iida #iida x reader #tenya x reader #tenya iida x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #iida headcanons #tenya headcanons #tenya iida headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons

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sagegreensage · 3 years

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"ay yo tell us all the reasons that Pirate is the top-tier most smoochable boi in your eyes"

(me, if I were a deep sea telescope fish, upon seeing this ask in my inbox /pos)

OKAY. SO UH. To save all who read this, im going to do this in bullet format so to minimize the risk of there just being a Humongous Wall Of Text. Also, I don't know how to add a 'read more' on mobile, so I'm sorry about how long it is regardless.

Reasons That Pirate Is The Top-Tier Most Smoochable Boi In My Eyes

Okay, so why is he so goddamned cute?????

I'm nearly in literal tears everytime i see a picture of him... He's so fricking cute.

I smile everytime I see or read that he's smiling.

And he has such a beautiful eye color! A warm, rusty red, his iris is black, and his pupil is white. Oh, gorgeous... So gorgeous.

I want to cup his face in my hands and tell him that in doing that, I'm holding my world in my hands.

He just looks so soft and holdable. I want to hold him. Not just his hands (which, btw, are so very cute~!) but all of him. I want to be the big spoon and cuddle him and hhhhhhh. he is so cute and soft lookingggg! Me want hold. (update: *hand. If he'd like, I can design him a hand. Or hook, if he wants. Or both! he can interchange 'em :) For the material of it, I was thinking an arsenic-free alloy consisting of cold-cast bronze and aluminum.)

i bet his lips are soft too... Really soft,,, I would very much so like to smooch him 👉👈 idc if we kiss and his lips are a little dry because of the beach air or the salty sea. I just want to kiss him. Above water and under water. (actually he likely uses chapstick... What flavor of Chapstick does he use..?) (Update again: mwah mwah >3<. yeehaw. he was not wearing Chapstick because he had just woken up so... Next time. but hhhhhhh. the rp. kissie kissie in rp :D)

I would literally swoon/happy panic (is it a gay panic if I'm male But Also female?... Pansexual panic) receiving his good morning and goodnight texts. Or just almost any text from him for that matter... Basically, it'd go like this. Every time.

[over text]

Sweetie Pie (Pirate): Good morning 💖

Me irl, before replying: ASDFGHJKL bro he so cute,,,,,!?

No but, for real: he so cute. How so cute?

The way he shows his trust... Being around someone with his gloves off and or his eyepatch off. An unspoken, subtle show of him trusting that you won't judge or think less of him.

I love his interests asdfghjkl. I've been hyperfixated on marine life and the ocean since 2nd grade. idk how long I've been interested in pirate stuff. It started before Pirate101, which was made in 2012, that just helped me express it. My grandma used to tell me she wanted to be pirate, so I think it was around when i was 4 or 5 that I began thinking pirates were awesome. hhhhhhhhh me want ramble about nautical stuff with him.

me want ramble with Pirate pls.

And Please. Please, let me introduce him to Pirate101. It was the center of my pirate phase when I was younger, which by the way, never died and Pirate just nursed it back to health. I'll pay for his Pirate101 membership. We will co-op fight our enemies together. The big bad stands no chance.

his aestheticccc. fucking Superb!!! Aw, man.... Seeing him dress in his pirate attire gives me Confidence. I would like to dress up a bit more extra. My aesthetic is either tired nerd with a decent closet or near full on steampunk techwear depending on how I feel. He makes me want to dress in more steampunk techwear.

lkjhgfdsa ANYWAYS. His aesthetic!!! I love seeing art of him wearing his aesthetic. Everytime I show my friends his drip they're like, "wow, he looks so fancy," and like, yes he do. His drip is fancy in that old way, which has then been stolen and worn by a pirate. And basically, that's the pirate drip. Except, unlike your average pirate wearing fancy vintage clothes, Pirate isn't dirty. Pie's clean and they smell very nice.

And the reason he likes pirate paraphernalia is just,,,, yessir! Yes! You love that ocean, bro! The ocean loves you too :) and so do I.

and he's a trans icon :) and not only that, he goes by he/him and they/them pronouns. Amazing!!

iiiii would die and revive for a trip to a store with candles/perfumes/colognes just to look for what I imagine Pie smells like. Odd? Okay, perhaps. but listen. I would die and revive for someone irl to love me like Pirate would. If i buy that scent, you best believe im either spraying the perfume/cologne on some of my pillows and clothing or lighting that candle whenever wherever. Anxious? Lonely? Sad? Empty inside? Pirate's scent fixes all, my friend. a lifehacc, if you will.

I know he has a slight accent, although he suppresses it: i would love to hear it. And when he just wakes up or is drunk, man, oh man. pls, me want hear his accent. (WAIT. when he woke up after he got his arm fixed and i came in the room, was his accent more prevalent at that time? 👀)

I want him to trust me someday enough to not suppress things about himself, like his accent and his purring.

why does he suppress his purring, btw? that's so fricking cute why suppress that? Well, I mean, I know he's ashamed of the fact that he isn't human, and that most humans wouldn't want to be involved with a monster, much less, love and date one. but he's so cute tho. seriously, he could for real just be a scallop with sapience, but if he still was himself I would still fucking love him.

he allegedly gets some of his things out of the trash? yesss. (insert (non)gendered word of choice)boss, this is me: "bb, let's go dumpster diving imma get a ring out of there and use it to be engaged to u someday " terrible no-good very-bad date idea: let's go to the dumpster of Dunkin Donut's. (no but they actually throw away hundreds of perfectly fine donuts every damn night. mind-boggling.)

celebrating Spooky Month together would be great. I would wear whatever he designed, heck yessiree. Man, it would be so cute.

Maybe I'll add to this list later but I think I kept you waiting long enough :3

didnt manage to get all the flustered pansexual panics he gives me or how my thought-process goes everytime I fricking see him but this was a list more for reasons Pie is a total cutie. not me, my butterfly-filled tummy, and my incessant simping 👉👈

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iamknicole · 3 years

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New Kid on the Block

Family Ties AU // Bloodline Family Series AU

After her first day of work, Haleigh showered and laid in her bed texting her aunt and her friends. She was tired but still a little excited. The job wasn't bad, it was laid back and they let her eat there so she wasn't complaining. A knock at her door made her groan inwardly.

"Come in!"

The door opened and the girl stepped in looking around. She picked up Haleigh's iPad messing with it. "Looks like you've settled in quite nicely."

Haleigh got up and snatched her iPad away then went to lie back on her bed. "Yeah. Can I help you with something?"

"Seeing if you want to come and watch a movie with me. Ms. Pearl said that you like scary movies."

"No thank you. I have work in the morning."

Tianna raised a brow, "You don't like us or something? You don't talk or do anything with us."

Looking away from her phone, Haleigh stared at Tianna. "I watched TV with yall last night."

"Only cause we asked Ms. Pearl to ask you. What's your deal? What got you kicked out for that you gotta be here?"

"Don't wanna talk about it."

Nodding, Tianna went to sit on her bed beside her legs smiling a little. "I get it. I heard it was really bad. You was a bad girl back in Florida, huh?" She laughed pushing Haleigh's leg.

"If that's what you heard then sure. I'm not interested in clearing anything up." Haleigh shrugged moving her legs away. "Anything else?"

"Okay, touchy subject I get it," Tianna admitted. "I saw Tony talking to you. He's cute, huh?"

"If you're into that," Haleigh said dismissively.

"Eeh, not my type. I also saw Ardian picked you up this morning. You like him?"

Haleigh chuckled under her breath. She realized what it was Tianna truly wanted. "We work together, he was being nice."

"You like him?"

"I don't know him," Haleigh answered flatly.

Tianna smiled then cleared her throat. "Oh okay cause I was gonna say that you should probably stay away from him. He's bad news."

"Bad news in what way?" Haleigh asked not buying it but humored her.

"Bad attitude, rude, mean. I've seen him beat people up with no mercy for no reason. That's why no one talks to him."

"Hmm," she hummed nodding. "Let me guess ... you like him."

Tianna shrugged, "Not really important. Just want you to be careful. You're new, don't want anyone to take advantage of you."

Haleigh watched her leave then got up to lock the door. She may have been a lot of things but stupid and slow weren't one of them. Those were her brother's trait. She got under her covers and called Morgan.

"What's up, Hae?"

Haleigh sighed, "Nothing. Sick of all these girls in here. Well ... not all but some of them. Ugh, I hate it."

"What happened? Please whatever you do, don't fight them. Your parents already sent you away once," Morgan stressed. "They might send you to the detention center."

"I'm not. Fighting is partially what got me here and us in trouble. Well not unless they hit me first. One of them came in here tryna be all nice but she really just wanted to subtly tell me to stay away from this boy she likes." Haleigh scoffed. "Like is it really that serious?"

"What boy? You never told me about any boy? Wait the one that made you miss the van?" Morgan asked.

Haleigh sighed, "No, not him. A classmate. He walked me home to help me get away from the other boy. And we work together now."

"He walked you home? Oooh ... he cute? You like him?"

"Is that really the question at hand?"

Morgan laughed. "It actually is. So?"

"Fine," she laughed softly, "He's cute. And I don't know him yet so I dunno if I like him."

"That means you like him," Morgan teased laughing loudly then cussed softly. "Ma'am? On the phone ... uuh with Hae ... yes ma'am."

"She's making you get off the phone, isn't she?" Haleigh asked sadly.

Morgan sighed, "Yeah. Said it's past my weekend bedtime. Sorry, girl."

"I'm sick of this punishment stuff," Haleigh groaned. "I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you, Morg."

"You and me both. Love you too. Tell me about him tomorrow."

The next morning Haleigh got up early to grab two breakfasts to take with her. She made sure to text Ardian to let him know not to cook then waited out on the steps for him. When he pulled up, she jogged to the car before he could get out and got in. He stared at her as she put her seat belt on then went in her bag.

"Good morning, braceface," she greeted looking up and over at him, "Did I do something wrong?"

"I was gonna open the door for you."

Haleigh smiled a little bit. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Next time I'll let you do it."

He nodded pulling off. "It's alright. Don't worry about it."

"No, seriously. It obviously bothered you so I won't do it again. Okay?"

Again he nodded. Haleigh sat back in her seat thinking for a second. She didn't want to upset the only friend she had here. It was nice not being alone in the new place. She poked his cheek a few times until she saw him start to smile.

"Is that a smile I see?" She laughed softly.

Ardian moved her hand away chuckling. "No. Stop."

"That is a smile," she smiled poking again. "Don't fight it."

Despite himself, Ardian smiled wide and laughed a little. He never smiled around anyone that wasn't related to him but he felt comfortable enough around Haleigh. Content with the moment, Haleigh put her hands back in her lap.

"I got us breakfast bowls. Grits at the bottom, eggs, crumbled sausage, crumbled bacon and potatoes on top. Ms. Cathy makes the best food. And I got us orange pineapple juice," she told him with a smile.

He glanced over at her then turned into the parking lot. "That's why you told me not to cook. Thank you, I appreciate that. It sounds good."

"You're welcome, braceface. I would've cooked but we're not allowed to be in the kitchen. We only have a fridge and a pantry with a microwave in it," Haleigh shrugged. "Maybe someday I'll be able to cook something for you...for us."

Ardian parked his car and cut it off. "What all can and can't you do at the group home?"

Haleigh chuckled passing him his breakfast and juice. "For the fiftieth time, girls home, braceface. We have to be on time for breakfast, lunch and dinner in the dining hall. Snack is optional. We have to go to school. If we get in trouble too many times or for something bad at school then we could get kicked out. Umm ... no fighting, arguing, stealing in the house. No boys allowed in the house. All the girls 16 and up have to get a job."

"My bad. But that's a lot, I guess you get used to it," Ardian shrugged mixing his food. "So what can you do?"

"We have to clean our rooms and bathrooms every day. During the week, as long as our cleaning and homework is done then we can do fun things. So going in the game and TV room out going out," Haleigh explained eating some of her food. "On the weekend, we're free to do pretty much whatever. Our week day curfew is 11pm and weekend curfew is 1am."

"That's cool. You getting used to it?"

"I guess so. Not used to being around this many girls but it's okay."

The two of them sat quietly eating their breakfast together. Haleigh could tell that Ardian wanted to ask her the same question Tianna asked her the night before. But was glad he didn't ask.

"So one of the girls asked me about you."

Ardian groaned, "Who?"

"Tianna. She told me that you were bad news," she told him with a slight laugh. "Said that you beat people up for no reason."

"You believe that?"

Haleigh scoffed playfully, "Not at all. She clearly likes you, I'm not stupid."

"She been trying to get me to go out with her since like April like six months. I keep turning her down but she don't understand that. And I got into two fights because I was trying to be helpful wasn't for no reason."

Haleigh nodded finishing her food. "I believe you. She hadn't said one word to me since I got there prior to her seeing me with you. And her smile when I told her I didn't know you enough to know if I liked you told me everything."

"Yeah, she's conniving. If I could give you advice, stay away from her. She's the real bad news."

"You don't gotta tell me twice. I don't talk to many of those girls anyway, it's probably one or two. And that's only in passing."

The friends started their work day as normal. Thankfully everyone came to work so they could stick to their usual stations. Haleigh went to the kitchen to pick up an order.

"Braceface, order 223 ready yet?" She asked with a smile.

Before Ardian could answer, Tyrell did. "Who is braceface, Hae?"

"Oh uh Ardian. His nickname."

"Since when people call you that, nephew?" Tyrell asked confused.

"Oh no," Haleigh interjected, "No, not people. Just me. I call him that."

Tyrell grinned going back to the good he was cooking. "Oh okay then. Continue."

Ardian glanced at his uncle then looked at Haleigh. "Yeah, just about. You can go on and fix the drinks, I'll be done by the time you do that."

With that, Haleigh left the kitchen to fix the drinks to go along with the order. Tyrell nudged his nephew smirking.

"So now you gon admit that you like her or what?"

"I don't know her to know if I like her yet. We're getting to know each other." Ardian huffed keeping his eyes on the food he cooked.

Tyrell chuckled, "Yeah okay. I know the truth though. Why don't you take her out on a date?"

"We gon go to the candy store when we get off and ima help her with editing."

"If yall need some privacy, you welcome to bring her to my house I won't be there."

Ardian put the food into the to go plates mumbling softly. "Only because she's not allowed to have boys at the home and I don't want her to be pressured to meet grandma and grandpa. Nothing else."

"Sure, nephew. Be sure to use that Jones charm." Tyrell laughed. "You know what got her in that girls home instead of living with her aunt and uncle anyway? Ms. Pearl pretty much got delinquent girls, runaways, pregnant girls and abused girls in her home. We know she's not pregnant so, which one is she?"

Ardian shrugged. "I don't know. I'll ask her later I guess. Don't wanna force her to tell me and she's not ready."

"That's right. Get consent before anything."

#family ties au fic #bloodline family series au #ardian & haleigh

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writerfae · 3 years

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I have no excuse for this. I didn't even have a plan with this. I just wanted to write Sera and writing Sera always comes with her teasing Talon. And somehow it ended up to be this. Don't ask me where I was planning (I didn't) to go with this, I do not know it myself.

It's modern AU. And I typed it entirely on my phone, with no intend to upload it at first. But now I did anyway because I'm still impressed I got some writing done, even if it's just random. Hope you enjoy.

Talon yawned, hands clutching his coffee mug. He was at his and Aiden's favorite Café, having breakfast with his sister.

Aiden wasn't with them this time. He was at home, most likely still in bed, and honestly, Talon kinda wished he could be there too, cuddled up against his boyfriend.

"You look tired. Are you okay?" Sera asked, stealing a piece of watermelon from her brother's fruit salad. Another yawn was her answer.

"Yeah." Talon nodded. "Aiden came back from Canada yesterday. It was kind of a long night, that's all."

Sera wiggled her eyebrows. "Long night, huh?" She sounded amused. "I see."

Talon reached over the table to shove her shoulder. "Shut up. Not what you think," he scolded. Sometimes he really wondered who exactly was the mature one here.

"I picked him up from the airport in the middle of the night. It took us nearly two hours to get home. Aiden was completely gone once his head hit the pillow."

"Is it just me or do you sound disappointed?"

He gave his sister another shove. "Shut up, I'm not," he muttered, but his cheeks and ears colored a light red. A clear sign that he felt embarrassed.

"I'm happy he's back. I missed him."

Talon's older sister chuckled. "Yes, I know. You've been moping about it the entire time while he was gone."

"No, I didn't."

"You totally did."

"No."

"Yes"

"No."

Sera laughed at the way Talon's face got even more red from her teasing.

"Aw, no need to be embarrassed about it. I think it's cute." She smiled.

"Never thought I would ever see my baby brother being so attached to someone. You grew so much. I'm proud of you."

Sera wiped away an imaginary tear in mock emotion. But deep down, she really meant what she said. She was glad Talon had learned to open up and let someone in. She was glad it was Aiden, too. He was good for her brother.

Talon hid his face in his hands. "God Sera, can you stop being embarrassing? It's too early for that."

She grinned. "Never. Embarrassing you is basically my job. I'm your big sister."

"You're annoying is what you are," Talon muttered.

"Hey," Sera pointed at him with her fork. "Respect your elder."

Talon snorted. "What are you, sixty?"

"It sure as hell feels like it sometimes." Sera grimaced. "My back is killing me lately."

They laughed. Suddenly Talon's phone display lit up, showing a new message.

It was from Aiden.

Sera leaned forward to try and sneak a look at the message, as usual lacking any sense of privacy (much to her brother's dismay) and smiled to herself as she saw that Talon had a picture of his boyfriend set as his lockscreen.

Talon snatched the phone away from the table and his sister's curious gaze to read the text. Sera watched as he smiled to himself, typing out an answer.

Ah, young love, she couldn't help but think. Cute.

Talon would probably kill her with his fork if she would've said it out loud, or scold her for sounding like a grandma again.

So Sera kept quiet, taking a bite of her scrambled eggs instead.

"He just woke up," Talon said, still looking down on his phone and Sera wasn't sure if he talked to her or to himself. "Asked me where I am. Idiot, didn't he read the note I left him?"

He shook his head, pretending to be annoyed, but Sera noticed the fondness in her brother's voice. (She didn't know one could call someone an idiot so affectionately.)

She smiled. "Seems like someone misses you, huh?"

Talon answered to her teasing by flipping her off, not even bothering to look up from his phone. But he smiled, too. Sera leaned back in her seat, chuckling.

"Why are you here anyway? I half expected you to not show up at all, given the fact Aiden just came home. You haven't seen each other in what, a month? I thought you'd be all over him now that he's back, given how much you were pining after him while he was gone."

"I was not pining," Talon stated, throwing a grape at his sister. Sera successfully dodged it.

"And I came because I didn't want to stand you up. We meet every second Saturday. Aiden was still sleeping, he's tired from the flight and needs some rest, otherwise I would've asked him to join."

He took a sip from his coffee. "I was trying to be polite here."

"Since when have you ever been polite?" Sera laughed.

Her brother only scoffed as an answer.

He could have breakfast with Aiden in his warm bed right now, thank you very much. Instead, he sat here and let his older sister make fun of him.

"The way you keep teasing me, I start to regret it. I should've dumped you after all."

Sera pouted. "Aw, don't be like that."

Another message from Aiden popped up on Talon's screen, catching the attention of both siblings.

Oh, I see, till later then. Have fun. And greet Sera from me. I love you.

A soft smile spread on Talon's face as he stared at the message. A rare one, Sera noted. (Rare to everyone that wasn't Aiden, that is.)

It surprised Sera every time how Aiden managed to get her brother to react like this. He's really gone for this boy, isn't he?

"Oh my God." She rolled her eyes. It was a playful gesture. "Hurry up and go home to him already. I start to feel guilty about keeping you from him."

"What?" Talon asked, confused, only now looking up from his phone.

His sister crossed her arms.

"I said go to your boyfriend and spend some long overdue time with him, goddammit."

She grinned and made a gesture as if to shoo Talon away.

"We can meet up next time. Do us all a favor and go to your Aiden now. I think you two need it."

Talon warned to protest at first, but Sera fixed him with a glare that said not to argue with her and he really wanted to go see his boyfriend, so he nodded, grabbed his jacket and stood up.

"Okay. I'll go. Thanks, Sera." Hurriedly he put on his coat and kissed his sister's cheek. "I'll text you later. Bye."

"Goodbye, Tal. Tell my favorite in-law I said hi," she joked.

Talon stuck out his tongue to her and Sera replied by doing the same, laughing.

Then he went to the counter to pay for his and Sera's breakfast, getting apple pie for Aiden along the way because he knew how much his boyfriend loved the cake here, and made his way outside, waving goodbye to his sister.

Sera chuckled, waving back. As she watched him leave, she took a sip from her orange juice, thinking about how glad she was to see her brother finally be so happy again.

just some background information: I imagine this takes place when Talon and Aiden are in their last year of college, a good while after their relationship break, mind you, where they finally got their shit together again (it's also like, a year before their engagement I think). as you might (or not) know, Aiden went abroad for a year during the relationship break, working for a wolf center in Canada. He grew pretty fond of the place, the animals and people there so from time to him he visits the center for a month or so if given the opportunity. that's where he returned from in this short, too.

modern au masterpost

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#not gonna lie I like this one. tried something new and wrote from a different perspective here. it was nice #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #modern au #writing #my writing

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 4 years

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Attention and Care

pairing: Jimin x female reader

genre: angst, fluff, established relationship au

word count: 2.8k | reading time: 14 min

warnings: none

summary: Jimin must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining... When Amy doesn't pester him to come home early (like the rest of the members) he starts thinking she might not care for him as much.

A/N: Amy=y/n basically, she’s the reader, I just wanted to use a name instead of y/n. It comes from Army! This is the first fic I write on here. I will post more soon and probably create a masterlist after I have a few. Also, there could be a smutty part 2 if you guys like this one!

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Yoongi's phone vibrated on the table. The screen lit up and illuminated his face as he peeked over it. The rest of the boys groaned.

"Is it your girl?" Hoseok asked with his mouth full. "Are you going to leave already?"

"No, that's not it…" Yoongi mumbled, picking up his chopsticks again and going for the barbequed ribs at the center of the table.

"Ah, hyung. We don't even get to eat all together anymore," Jungkook complained. "Don't go yet."

"What are you even talking about, we're together all the time. We work all day."

"Yes, but we don't eat like this. You all go back to your girlfriends or whatever," the youngest continued, pouting.

"Well, what did you expect?" Jimin laughed, covering his mouth with his unoccupied hand. "We want to spend time with the people we love, too."

Jin waved his hands around. "Ah, leave him. He's just sulky 'cause he's still single." Immediately, he let out a short, high-pitched scream when Jungkook punched him on his side. As the two continued arguing, Yoongi's phone vibrated again. This time he picked it up and read through his texts, and before he could even reply to his girlfriend, the members spoke up again.

"She's really impatient, isn't she?" Hoseok joked.

"Does she miss you so much? Are you going to go to her?" Taehyung added.

"Honestly, it's getting somewhat late. I'll leave in a bit too." Namjoon seemed to take his hyung's side, although in reality, he knew someone was waiting for him, too.

"Ah… sorry guys," Yoongi said and got up, eyes still glued to his phone. "I'll leave first."

There were a couple of sighs and complains, but he didn't stay long enough to listen to them. He grabbed his coat and was out of the room. It wasn't like they weren't used to this, anyway. Every time they decided to hang out like this, someone would bail or call it an early night for the sake of spending time with their partners. Whether it was Yoongi the one to go first, or Hoseok, or Namjoon, once someone broke the group, the others seemed to disappear very easily.

"Oh, come on, Jimin," Taehyung looked at his best friend with sympathetic eyes. "You know how it is- she'll start getting jealous and be moody if I stay here too late. She hasn't seen me all day, you understand that, right?" He talked while he put on his coat.

"Neither has my girlfriend, but it's not like she'll make a scene because I'm out having dinner with my friends," Jimin replied.

Tae glanced at him one last time. "Well, what can I say? You have a very cool girlfriend. Goodnight!" he called and left.

"Yeah right!" Jungkook scoffed. "He's only using his girl as an excuse. I know he really just wants to go see her instead of stay here."

Jimin looked down at his mostly empty plate. He took a deep breath as he played with the leftovers, pushing them around in circles. "I don't know…" he mumbled. He quietly took his phone out of his pocket, under the table. It was 10:13 pm and there were only three of them left. And he had no texts, no missed calls. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the boys again. "You see how they always get calls and stuff? Maybe they really are waiting for them at home. What if they get in trouble?"

"For what? Having a late dinner with their members? It's not like we're hanging out with other women, anyway."

Jin suddenly stood up, earning a death stare from the maknae. "I'm leaving too. I promised I'd be back by 10, I don't want her to worry, you know?"

Jungkook didn't even protest. He just looked at the only other member left there with a defeated look in his eyes. "Jimin…" he sighed. "You're the only one who doesn't dump me. Even though you're in a relationship, you still find time for me. I appreciate that."

The older boy bit his bottom lip aggressively. He rolled his eyes and went back to playing with his food. "Sure. I have a girlfriend, that doesn't mean I'll stop hanging out with you," he said sounding almost angry. Jungkook just thought he shared his frustration.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, stuffing his mouth with whatever meat was left on the table. Jimin eyed him, momentarily wondering how he could still be eating. He took out his phone again, just enough to check the screen, and sighed when there was nothing new.

"You really do have the coolest girlfriend, hyung," the boy spoke after he swallowed. "She never complains, right? I like Amy. Should I just come over to hang out with you two after this? Since everyone else left?"

His eyes widened at that and he whipped his head to the side. "No!" he said before he had come up with an excuse as to why. "Uh… well... I'm really tired today, Jungkookie." He lowered his voice and started rubbing the back of his neck for extra effect. "I want to go to sleep. Maybe you can come tomorrow?" But Jungkook just narrowed his eyes at his lame act. "Amy will have probably fallen asleep already, anyway. That must be why she hasn't called me yet."

That seemed to convince him a little bit. He dropped his shoulders and pouted. "Alright," he agreed. "Let's go home. Tomorrow all three of us can watch a movie or something after dance practice, right?"

Jimin was already on his feet before Jungkook finished his sentence. "Yeah, a movie sounds good. Let's go."

He arrived outside your shared apartment at 10:54 pm. Looking at the closed door, he wondered whether you had actually fallen asleep. He knew you were quite a night owl, but he just thought maybe that would be a decent excuse. Or maybe it'd be worse.

"Oh, you're here?"

He almost didn't hear your voice, lost in thought as he were. But it brought him back to earth, and he noticed you sat at the corner of the couch, a lamp by your side and a book in your hands. You smiled warmly and marked the page you were at before closing your book and getting up to walk to your boyfriend.

"What's with the long face? Did something happen?"

"Huh?" Jimin's eyebrows shot up, only then letting go of the door handle he was clenching. He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. "Uh… no, nothing."

You tilted your head to the side and gave him a playful but incredulous look. You put your hands on his waist and pulled him slightly towards you, but he didn't come as easily as he normally did. "You sure? Because you're literally pouting right now," you remarked, placing a peck on his puffy lips.

"It's just that…" Jimin ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. He pulled away, his shoulders heavily going up and down as he sighed. He looked at you with the corner of his eyes. "What did you do while I was out?"

"Oh, well…" Your eyes lit up and you cracked a cocky smile, swaying slightly as you smoothly started walking towards the kitchen. "I don't know if you noticed anything when you walked in, but I actually–"

"Did you even care if I came back?"

You froze in your place. Your smile dropped, a frown taking its place in your face. "Jimin… what?"

He just gave you a casual shrug, as if he was just spitballing. "I don't know, did you care when I came back, or if I came back at all?"

"What are you even talking about?" You walked closer. "What do you mean?"

"I mean… Do you care whether we're together or not? Do you care about me?"

You placed your hands on his shoulders to look at him better. He wasn't avoiding your eyes anymore; instead, he was piercing through them with his unblinking, watery ones. "Jimin, baby, did you drink? Of course I care about you, what kind of question is that?"

He simply said: "Oh," and munched on his bottom lip. You grabbed both his cheeks, but he pulled you away. He turned around, not to go anywhere. He just stood there, facing the wall.

"Baby, why would you ask me something like that?" you repeated.

"Oh, no reason. Just 'cause you never seem to care if I'm with the boys instead of you. You never care if I work all day or don't see you for weeks. You don't even care when I have to work with other women. That's why I'm asking; do you even care about me?"

You closed your eyes shut and shook your head. Did you hear that right? "Wait… When you say I don't care about you, you mean I don't complain and I don't get jealous?"

Jimin finally turned back around. He ran both his hands through his hair, pulling at it. "I- I'm not saying I want you to complain, I just– I mean, why don't you ever ask me to spend more time with you?"

"Because I know you have work and other responsibilities! I respect that. Did you not want me to be understanding or something?"

"No but… like, when I'm not working. You could say we have to be together all the time. You only get to see so little of me, and you don't even want that?"

You laughed. How was this even a real argument? You looked towards the kitchen and your laughter turned bitter and stopped abruptly. "Are you serious right now?" Jimin's eyebrows dropped at the sudden change in your tone. "You think I like that you're working all the time? That we can't even go on a date, that I only get to see you with the stopwatch? When you leave for months to go on tour, do you think I throw parties back here? No, I go to sleep every night alone, with nothing to distract me."

Jimin took a step back. He hadn't expected you to talk back like this. Or actually, he hadn't expected you to have thought about this before, which you clearly had. "If you feel like that, why don't you show it? Why don't you say anything?" he said trying his best to keep his sulky posture.

You took one look at his pouty lips and remembered it wasn't your place to get angry right now. You had admittedly gotten a little offended that your boyfriend would even think something like that, but you should be reassuring him he's wrong, not opening up a new argument. You sighed while slightly rolling your eyes. Your hands found his chubby cheeks and you pulled him close.

"Because I know this is difficult. I knew the moment I decided to get into this relationship." You caressed his cheekbone and moved a hair strand away from his eyes. "It's difficult for me and it's difficult for you, and I didn't want to make it even more so by complaining all the time. Jimin…" you whispered his name as delicately as you could, giving him no other choice but to look at you, "–of course I want to be with you as much as I can. If it was up to me, I'd be with you 24/7. But I understand you can't spend all your free time on me. What do you want me to do, keep you on a leash? Ban you from seeing your friends or anyone other than me?"

Your boyfriend looked down and kicked his foot, his tongue probing at his cheek. "That'd be better than not even sending me a text while I'm out…"

You started sulking, too. It was true, you didn't send him any texts that evening. And maybe, just maybe, that could be an excuse to feel a little neglected. But it just happened so, and he was reading too much into it. "I knew you were with the boys, I didn't want to disturb you…" you mumbled your explanation.

Jimin didn't raise his head, but raised his eyes, looking up at you, still with that same pout. "All the other guys constantly get texts and calls from their girlfriends asking them to come home, it's not like one more text from you would be a hassle…"

You bit your lower lip. "I didn't know…" You pulled him closer and left a tiny peck on his lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't know baby." You pecked him again. "From now on, I promise that I will text you anytime I miss you, just to let you know. And if you can come see me, even better."

Although his expression didn't change much –his frown might have gotten even deeper, actually– you could tell that his mood had taken a 180° turn. Jimin made a sound of contentment in the back of his throat. His small fingers crept up your pajama shirt and grabbed it tightly. He quickly pecked your lips, too, as if he was trying to do it before you could stop him.

"You don't need to worry about seeming clingy, Amy. Give me all the clingy you got, I really don't mind," he spoke sheepishly.

You chuckled. "You don't mind? You seem like you desperately need it, actually." You managed to get a glimpse of your boyfriend's blush before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Ah, what am I going to do with you…" you laughed, fluffing his hair and rubbing his back. "You know, you must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining."

Jimin pulled back looking all offended. "I'm not complaining! I'm just- it's just, you know, complaining is a lot better than not saying anything. If you don't say anything then I'll just think you don't care."

Before he could pout again, you grabbed his face and squished his lips together. "No… You know, I can't always tell you everything," you said. "And sometimes it's better that we're not together." Jimin's eyes looked like they were going to pop off his head. You just went over this whole argument, and this is what you decide to say? He opened his mouth all wide and round, ready to go off in his thick satoori accent, when you squished his lips even more and hushed him. "Tonight, for example, just because I didn't text you didn't mean I wasn't thinking about you." You finally released him, taking his hand into yours and walking towards the kitchen. "I tried to ask you this when you came in but… didn't you notice anything?"

Jimin frowned. He looked around, perked his ears, sniffed the room… His mouth formed a tiny 'o' and he looked at you innocently. "What's that smell?"

You pouted at him, trying to look a little hurt, while you opened the oven. "Well… while you were out with your buddies, I got kinda bored. And I decided to bake you a cake for when you come home."

"A cake?" Jimin chirped and moved immediately to grab the pan from your hands. It wasn't anything too elaborate, a simple chocolate cake with no decorations or anything. You just liked baking stuff when you had nothing much to do. "For me?" your boyfriend asked, suddenly regretting ever starting an argument with you.

"I'll eat too, what did you think?" you chuckled.

After you had cut a few slices, warmed up a couple of cups of milk to go with it, too, you watched your boyfriend munch on the warm cake from across the counter. You noticed how he was sitting, with his legs spread out and his arms supporting most of his body weight. He looked tired, something you had missed when he walked in due to his energetic temper. You stuffed your face with the last bite of cake and stared at his thighs. He wanted clingy, right? You got up and walked to him, sitting on his lap while making sure you didn't put too much weight on him. You snaked an arm over his neck and used your other hand to feed him a few more bites.

"So…" you purred. "Do you think I should make you feel good tonight to show you how much I care about you?" Jimin stopped chewing, looked in your eyes, and swallowed. A smirk started forming on his lips and he almost opened his mouth to talk, when you continued. "Or should you make me feel good as an apology for ever doubting me?"

Your fingertips fondled with the tiny hair at the back of his neck and you felt how he got goosebumps just by that. Not ever looking away, he clapped his hands together to rid them of any crumbs, and grabbed your waist, urging you to straddle him. His smirk appeared on his lips again and his stare got darker, pupils dilated, head slightly lowered.

"Hmm… I think we got time for both."

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 4 years

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No nut November

Imagine: in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your lover saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfill one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

Victor Creed

Accepting the challenge that is No Nut November, it's a walk in the park, after all, he did have a wager with you. So you were prepared to make him lose.

Walking into your living room dressed in a maid outfit so small enough that the skirt perfectly (barely) covers your ass when you bend over. And you use it wisely, in front of him.

-Excuse me, Mr. Creed. Just a second.

He watches your form in front of him seeing the black thong between your cheeks that peaked between getting the sensation he started to miss already.

-You want me to lose, dove?

He asks as he grins feeling his palm on his hard length trying to massage the hard-on away.

-Me, no. I'm just wearing this costume since I didn't go to the Halloween party. So this is my chance. It's not my fault you have a dirty mind.

-It's not that hard with a beautiful girl like you.

Damn!

He knew how to rile you up.

-So you forfeit? You do remember your punishment.

Victor stands up walking to you slapping your check roughly as he smirks down at you.

-Being handcuffed while you ride me isn't that much as a punishment.

Steve Rogers

For Steve, it's somewhat easy. He is always on a mission kilometers away from you. That also means when he comes back to you he is a beast... Until he accepted the bet. After a day passed since he came home he wanted to devour you.

-Ready to relinquish, captain?

You asked as you sat next to him on the couch dressed in your pajamas. You knew you didn't have to do much, he will crumble himself eventually.

-No...

He trailed off but you saw how hard he was, partially begging to take you.

-When you think about it if you lose it isn't that bad. Sure you would be handcuffed and you don't like to be submissive...

With that Steve grabs your hand yanking you to him so you sit comfortably on his dick.

-Who said I don't like to be submissive?

You kiss happily knowing that there is indeed something like a 'Submissive Captian'.

Bucky Barnes

-Doll, I have been known in my days as 'James the Champ', which meant I NEVER lost.

You turn your gaze to him watching him through the glass as you applied your red lipstick as he leaned in the door frame.

-Well, of course, but you never went head to head with me.

Bucky rolls his eyes at your testimony as you walked towards him letting your steps be slow and seductive as your hands land on his shoulders.

-That means I'll just have to go to the girl's night out without my departure gift.

Bucky licks his lips finding it hard not to fuck you before you go, your usual tradition before you or him went. Always marking each other up to know how just lucky you are that the rest of the population.

-Looks like it.

He said slowly as he felt your fingers dance along his neck waiting for your kisses just below his ears. He closes his eyes focusing his hands trying to control his animalistic behavior from jumping out and losing the bet.

-I'll be home in a few hours.

You kissed his cheek and left your shared home for the first time ever since he came back from the mission. Closing the door Bucky jumps onto the bed discarding his pants and mixer and quickly getting to work.

Ding

Bucky stops for a second as he looks at his phone a new text message form you.

A photo.

Opening the photo it's a picture of him jerking off with the title being

'When I come home you prepare for your self for the punishment.'

Loki Laufeyson

After spending almost an hour explaining Loki the No Nut November he was rather excited to try his limits. And the bet was just as sweet. He did always say that his mind is the strongest of anyone but you knew how to crack him. And now was the time.

Cooking.

Loki loved to help you cook especially when you bake a cake just for the fun of it. Taking the freshly whipped cream covered cake you dip your finger onto your slice of the cake totally forgetting the fork beside you and putting the whipped cream covered finger into your mouth letting the delicious moans be loud for Loki to hear.

Loki watched you torture him as he felt drool exiting from his open mouth.

The bet.

He needed to be strong, he is royalty they never give their power to others. Especially if they are his amazing and sexy lover.

-Delicious.

You moaned as you looked at Loki as he shakes his groaned approval.

-Yes... You are.

Giggling at his blurb you walk to him pressing your body on his.

-Ready to forfeit, my King?

Loki sighs and for a split second he nods.

-Yes. I'm yours, my love.

Thor Odinson

He loved challenges, he loved the pressure to succeed and prevail amongst other mortals that failed. And he was furthermore ready for the challenge. You were in it to make him beg for you. And you knew just about how.

-My darling, how about a kiss?

Thor asked as held you by your waist.

-I'm sorry, Thor. The bet is limited only to hugs other than that it's losing.

Thor sighs as he watched you walk away hoping that this will end soon.

-Y/n, my light, my moon... Can you bestow me kiss onto my aching lips?

Looking down at your kneeling boyfriend you laugh as you watch Tony enter.

-For fucks sakes. Thor just forfeit and get a room!

Tony screamed clearly irritated at the muscular God.

-But fellow Tony much is at stake.

-Just kiss her and get it over with. I'm tired of hearing your pending across the HQ.

-Forfeit Thor and I'm all yours.

Thor looks back at you and he nods to your words as he lands his lips on yours softly.

-Please, do go get a room!

Thor continued to kiss you as he carried you out of the living room leaving Tony to wash his eyes with soap.

Bruce Wayne

He is the man, the detective, the toughest of tough. He can endure every pain and still make it on time to a date with you. But when a wager is in he is 10 times tougher. He is in it for the end line. But you were also stubborn as him, even more. This will be fun.

-Come on, Bruce. You possibly can't endure a whole month without feeling me. And my body.

Bruce looked at you as you swayed in your dress next to him watching the crowd of shallow rich species.

-Believe me, It's hard. But knowing I beat you in a bet is all the worthwhile. Plus, I have spent years in isolation so this will be easy.

Rolling your eyes at his ruling you walk away grabbing Olivers Queen and going to the center of the ballroom, in the perfect position in front of paparazzi, rich folk and Bruce.

-Ready to waltz, Oliver?

-Yeah, let's make some magic.

The dance was magical. You and Oliver moved in unions even better with Bruce but your eyes never left Bruce's figure. As the dance ended you pull out your leg from your high slit dress placing on Oliver's hip and giving a kiss on the cheek.

-Thank you.

-Always, temptress.

Walking back to Bruce you see his eyes locking onto your body and stoic expression he wastes no time in yanking you out of the room.

-Get ready to be punished, baby girl.

-Yes, sir.

Clark Kent

Clark is a cinnamon roll, you can't deny that, but he is rough when he wants to so pulling an invisible brake on his libido is pure torture.

-You know that you can always forfeit.

You say softly hoping from him to give up since you are feeling frisky.

-I don't know. I want to but I also want to win this bet.

Kissing his cheek, almost near his lips you see the twitch in his neck as he tries to kiss you on the lips. You know just what he needs. Fuel this small fire.

-If you want to complete this bet you can do that. I'm not gonna stop you. I can always ask Bruce for some meaningless fun.

Clark sharply runs to you on his face shock.

-Or maybe Arthur, or maybe even Diana. I am feeling very much frisky.

Clark shakes his head as his hands grip your waist and pulling you on his lap as his hands roughly grip your boobs.

-You are going to regret saying Bruce's name. I'll make you forget it.

-Prove it.

Arthur Curry

Arthur is filled with happiness and he very much finds joy in making you feel amazing. So proposing the bet he was against it. He himself knew that he won't last even 3 days without touching you.

-Maybe I'll accept the bet if you add something more.

-What do you propose?

-You being in a sexy costume of my choosing for 2 days.

Arthur grins at the idea.

-Fine. But if you lose. You'll fulfill my fantasy of choosing.

Arthur nods feeling excited as he shakes your hand, starting the challenge. A days pass and you knew how much he wanted to win even going so far to sleeping on the couch. He wanted to win so bad but seeing you exit the shower as he entered he just could not look away from your marvelous body, wanting to pinch your booty and massage your tense muscles.

He started to lose his cool. It was apparent. You saw it and somehow enjoyed seeing him squirm.

-You alright, Art?

He looked at you like a hurry and horny wolf (mostly horny)

-No. Want. To. Touch. So. Bad.

He slurped like a zombie as he watched your lips wind up in a smile. So kissable.

-You can. But there are consequences.

You walk to him at an arm's length not touching him just torturing him by the small insignificance distance.

-Come on, Arthur. You can't go on like this.

He huffs like a bear as he steps closer kissing your lips with so much need you almost fell on the floor he wasn't holding you tightly.

-Fine, you win but now I get my way.

-Deal.

Orm Marius

Orm wanted to touch you it was a fact but having a challenge for him as a prince was tantalizing. He wanted to try it and he was wrong he didn't understand the power you had on him and made his task a nightmare in his words at least.

-Y/n can you not be so sensual, beloved? I'm trying my hardest.

He pleaded hoping for you to change out of his shirt into your pajamas.

-I don't see the problem. I always wear it and you love it.

-I do! That's the issue. You are enticing me.

Snickering at him you walk to him standing in front of him as he sat on his chair.

-Well, then how about you get on your knees and worship me.

Orm gulps feeling his dick hardening at your command. He loved it when you took control and he lived when he submitted to you. It was like a drug. He doesn't answer as he drops to his knees in front of you looking up hopeless.

-Yes, my goddess.

Joker

-You want to chain me?! Chain the sex machine?! Are you crazy?

-It's not an order. Just a bet. You can decline it. It thought it would be fun.

-It's on.

After that J was focused and loaded as he focused on his 'gangster' work. After countless tries of seducing him in his office in his favorite lingerie. You took a break. To gather yourself and think of a new plan.

Got it.

As the night enrolled you walked into J's club dressed in a small red dress and walking past J's private club section. Only winking at him as he discussed business with another gangster. Going straight to the bar and sitting pretty it doesn't take long from the moths to come to the flame.

-Can I buy you a drink?

Many men ask as you lean on the bar table and seeing the bartender behind you butting in.

-Gentlemen, Y/n is...

-Its okay Mark. Let them be.

Mark nods obediently handing you your drink. After a while, you see Joker walking to you pushing away the men from you.

-Scarm before I kill you here.

The men run away and you smile at your man.

-You are very clever, luring me in with other men so I get jealous and fuck you hard.

-Did it work?

-Yes, princess. Prepare for the punishment of your life.

-And you too.

Duncan Vizla

-Y/n you should know that I am trained to be tougher than the average person. This puny bet won't affect me in the slightest.

Smiling at Duncan you counter his statement.

-I know but when people are told something they tend to the opposite. Something like the apple in the Garden.

-Are you pulling Biblical reference to get me on board with the bet?

-Maybe?

-Deal.

After that deal, you made sure he saw you every second. If he was in the kitchen you were there to help, if he was in the bathroom you needed an 'urgent bath'. When he sat in his leather chair you purposefully bend down to pick up anything that fell, accidentally. Even when sleeping. You were purposefully sleep talking small words that he wanted to hear.

-More Duncan... Faster... I'm yours... Mark me...

He was a tough nut to crack but it will be worthwhile. Just a little more. A few days passed being completely impressed by Duncan's steel will. As you walked into the house you see Duncan cooking his eyes looking solely one the scrambled eggs.

-You good, Duncan?

You ask as you watch Duncan turn to you pulling himself to you like on a string.

-In a way. A HARD way.

Moving your gaze down you see Duncan hard-on poking out of his pants.

-Need help with that?

You ask hoping for Duncan to nod and fuck you right here in the kitchen. Of course, as you tried to seduce Duncan and being left empty-handed was also hard on you leaving you wet and wanting more of his distant touch.

-Time is passing Mr. Vizla and your problem is still here. You know how it can be solved.

Duncan smiles viciously as he pushes you against the fridge. His rough lips smacking against yours as your ears pick up the calling of his belt.

-You are in a ride, prepare yourself Y/n.

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