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pigcowboys · 7 months

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About the confession fic.

PLEASE IM STARVING FOR IT.

Thank you.

Ps.( I need more percy headcanons from you they're so good LORD YOURE AMAZING).

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

summary: part 2 to this fic part 3

warning(s): blood, injuries, rough housing, cursing, SLIGHT jealousy, unresolved feelings whoops.. & mutual pining (they're just a little slow..)

a/n: HAHAH TYSMMM <33!! i wanna write more so badly but so much is going on with school i just haven't found the time.. :( (i have something in the works actually!!)

"are you okay?"

you jumped at the sound of grover's voice, waving his concerns off with a dismissive 'just fine'. and you were, for the most part at least. or as fine as you could be with the camp currently split in two on account of the disappearance of the young nico di angelo.

you weren't especially close with him - well, not as close as he would've been with his late sister. though, you had your fair share of moments with him.

while percy was away from camp on his quest with everyone else, you became to unofficial babysitter for the boy. taking on the role you assumed his sister had to play for him during the time they were together. and it was fun. you didn't have any siblings of your own so the thought of having your very own younger one just dropped at your feet was awesome to you.

well, it was till percy and the others came back and nico's seemingly never ending cheerfulness faded with the information of his sister's untimely death. it's things like that which reminded you of why being a half-blood was so dangerous.

she didn’t deserved to die that young - shit, nobody deserved to die that young..and in that way?

it's so..fucked.

"do you know when they said they'd be back?" you asked grover, turning to look at him since the first time you began to speak. he gave you an unsure shrug. "mm..soon? i'm not too sure," he turned to look past the camp entrance. " i wouldn't worry about it though, they'll be fine."

"you'd be surprised the amount of shit percy can get himself into.." you said to nobody at all. grover seemed put of by your uncharacteristic brooding. he spared you a glance before parting ways with you to do whatever it is he had to. you didn't want to do anything right now but sleep.

for whatever reason you'd taken it upon yourself to try your best to help out with every single thing you could around the camp, touring new comers, cleaning the pegasus stables - you even assisted the stoll brothers in cleaning the hermes cabin after someone (travis) had let a couple of gerbils loose in there as a prank.

it wasn't funny. you glared daggers at travis for weeks.

maybe you were trying to preoccupy yourself or maybe you genuinely felt like helping - you weren't sure. or maybe you just missed..something.. or maybe someone? you looked towards the front entrance.

yeah..you did.

you hadn't gotten any time to think about the weird interaction the two of you shared a few weeks ago yet, it was always fresh in your mind somehow. percy was so weird. it felt like since that day you'd started to see him less and less than before. could you believe it? this guy, someone you considered to be your best friend had been blowing you off!

what a dick.

worst part was the fact that whenever you did see him, he was almost always with annabeth. annabeth, annabeth, annabeth. i mean, they couldn't of even asked you if you wanted to hang out? why were they always together? always whispering to each other and avoiding eye contact when you'd meet their prodding gaze. it was so weird..

the last straw had to be when you'd overheard them talking one time. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you just heard your name in passing and it instantly grabbed your attention.

"so..you're going to do it?" annabeth asked

"i guess."

"come on! don't be like that - you're going to scare her off if you're not passionate. about it"

"do girls..like passion?"

"obviously! you have to make her feel important." annabeth tutted. "you guys never get these kinds of things."

"you sound like one of the hunters.."

"hm?"

"nothing."

why were they talking about girls? did percy have his eye on someone? is that why he was avoiding you? he..liked someone and didn't want to tell you. but, he told annabeth about it.. and not you? you were offended - very offended. how dare he not share his feelings with you! the nerve of some people. it wasn't the fact he didn't tell you that hurt the most, it was the fact he'd told someone else before you. why was this the way you had to find that out? who else did percy tell..?

the idea of it all flooded your thoughts and refused to leave it for days after days. it might've been the real reason you were brooding so much. you stopped dead in your tracks as you looked over yonder. ares campers, and they seemed like they were preparing for something. your breath caught in your throat as they noticed you, a sneer forming onto their faces as they made a beheading motion, dragging their thumb across their neck in a threatening manner.

oh wow, capture the flag. your favorite.

"is too late to run back to my cabin?" you asked nervously, lacing your boots before standing up groggily. percy turned to look at you with a frown. "you gonna be okay?" you didn't spare him a glance, opting to fix your breastplate properly as you stared ahead.

"yeah, i guess." the corners of your lips curled as you made eye contact with another ares camper nearby who seemed to stare you down like a fresh piece of meat. your stomach turned as you clutched your shield tighter, exhaling shakily.

percy stared at you silently, looking forward at the line of campers then back to you. you turned to face him when you felt his hand brush against your own. he didn't react to your head turning, only leaning forward to grab your hand and hold it tightly.

you looked down at where your hands were clasped together then back to percy. he looked back you, a shaky smile making it's way onto his lips as he squeezed your hand tighter.

"for reassurance," he explained, lips tugging into a small smile. you nodded like you understood what he was doing, turning back to face in front as you tried your best to stay focused on not dying.

as so as the match started you were almost hit with an arrow, courtesy of the apollo campers, you concluded. your shoes scrapped the ground as you ran for cover, mud caking onto your shoes as your legs went as fast a they could.

you could hear yells and chants behind you as you dodged the botany of the forest, ducking down to hide behind a larger looking log as you waited for the opposing team to run past. your lungs hurt and you were pretty sure that arrow had just barely missed your face because there seemed to be a small slash on the side of your right cheek. as the sound of the footsteps grew farther and farther you moved out again, running past the log as you made your way to the East Woods.

A hushed whisper of your name caught your attention as you took notice of Annabeth who seemed to be trying to blend in with the surrounding woods.

"jeez, are you trying to get killed?" her eyebrows furrowed. "those ares campers are betting on this match." she rolled her eyes. "those brutes, you'd think they'd try to have some kind of sympathy for the people they hurt." she seemed to ramble on about something under her breath to which you did not hear nor care to even hear.

"where's percy?"

annabeth gave you a look. "i don't know," she looked to her right wearily. "i thought he was with you."

something in your stomach stirred. you'd just seen percy at the start of the match..what happened..? you frowned, moving from annabeth's hiding spot as you planted yourself onto the ground once more, equipping yourself with your weapon once more as you held it close to your chest.

"what do you think you're doing?" annabeth exclaimed. "you can't be out in the open like this, there's barely any cover. you'll be attacked."

"everywhere in this forest is the open."

"you know what i mean." annabeth sighed. "look, i've got a plan but, for to work we've gotta wait a little, okay?"

"what plan?"

"i can't tell you all of it right now." she frowned. "just follow my lead.."

you weren't too trusting of annabeth's plan yet you complied, following after her as she moved from her hiding spot, meticulously through the forest. she was quick on her feet and you tried your best to follow her example but it was harder to recreate with your mud ridden sneakers.

it happened quick, you barely registered the sound of a flurry of arrows being set off at you and annabeth, the two of you ducking out of the way as you took to your feet sloppily, running for your lives. your heart pounded as the sound of 4 different pairs of feet chased after you. annabeth panted harshly as she looked around in a flurry, grabbing your wrist as she made a sharp turn right into the weapon of an ares camper.

they raised their sword and swung down viciously without restraint. your shield was barely able to block the attack, swinging back as you put distance between the camper and annabeth. she seemed shaken up but still readied her weapon, steadying her helmet on her head.

you stared at the ares camper with furrowed eyebrows. "is it true you guys are betting on us..?"

he didn't reply, rushing forward to swing. your shield cushioned the blow yet the rather old material seemed to shatter slightly under the weight of the swing. what the hell did these campers eat?

you threw your shield to the side, backing away steadily as you steadied yourself. annabeth stepped forward as well, swinging at the camper with precision, trying her best to block the harsh slashes. you tried to catch your breath, bringing your hand to your chest as you raised up your head shakily.

you merely stepped forward for a minute when another camper rushed towards you, knocking into your body with full force as you flew to the side, slamming against the tree face first. your nerves could barely register the pain as your collapsed onto your side, falling right onto your right arm.

you cried out in pain, reach forward to clutch your arm as blood smeared against the sleeves of your clothes. you curled into yourself as your body grew heavier and heavier. you could remember the faint sound of yelling before you finally blacked out, losing consciousness.

you woke up gods knows how much later in the infirmary. your ears were ringing and your chest hurt. how long had you been in here? a few hours? a few days even? you looked around the room wearily, nobody else had been inside - it was practically empty. you tried to stand up but took notice of the fact your arm was bandaged.

what exactly happened..?

the door to the infirmary swung open, gaining your attention as your head snapped towards the figure that opened it. your eye widened slightly when you locked eyes with percy. he seemed surprised you were awake, his eyes glinting with a spark of concern.

"hey.."

"hey." you two said in unison. silence fell over the two of you as percy idled in front of your bed for a moment before pulling up a chair and placing it near your bed, sitting down on it as he gazed at you with worry.

"did you just wake up?" percy asked, trying to seem normal.

"sadly," you exhaled. "i would've liked to sleep a little longer."

"well, you were out for a while." percy said absentmindedly. "i - uh, we were kind of worried about you."

"thanks." you smiled slightly, raising your head to peer at what it was he was holding in your hands. "what's that?"

"ambrosia," percy replied, fishing out a small cube from the pouch. he held it towards your mouth, waving it around slightly as he waited for you to lean forward and bite it.

"you know i can feed myself, right?"

percy frowned. "why can't you just let me be nice?"

you didn't reply, shuffling forward as you opened your mouth, allowing percy to slip the treat into your mouth. your mouth swirled with the best flavor imaginable as you sunk into your bed with a sigh, turning your head to the side to gaze at percy who looked at you wearily.

"how long was out for?"

"pretty long, you broke your arm and a few other things when you fell," he tucked the pouch into his hoodie pocket. "those ares campers are so.."

"insane. can't believe they were betting on people's lives." your eyebrows furrowed. "isn't that fucked?"

percy hummed in response and the two of you grew quiet again. you stole a glance at percy taking notice of the slight eyebags on his face and the redness of his nose.

"annabeth told me everything," he paused. "i'm sorry i wasn't there."

you shrugged. "it was no big deal, i mean, i'm still alive, right?"

percy leaned forward in his chair, bringing his elbow to rest on the cover of your bed, bracing his head in his palm. "yeah but," he paused. "i don't know what i would've done if you didn't manage to bounce back." you stared at him quietly as he seemed to zone out.

"i don't know what i'd do with myself if you ever got hurt."

your eyes widened as you registered his words, your lips curling upwards. so, maybe he didn't hate you.. you sat up in your bed slowly, bracing against the pillow you were resting on as you turned your body towards percy.

"that's not gonna happen," you paused. "..again." percy smiled yet still looked slightly distressed about the whole situation. you reached out to cup his cheek, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you stretched them outward as far as you could.

"hey man, don't worry - i'm going to be fine, stop brooding now."

percy grunted rebuttals in response, exhaling when you finally released his face with a tired giggle, readjusting yourself to lay down on your bed as you settled in with a hum. percy rubbed his cheek soothingly, leaning forward to admire you.

you didn't register he was staring at you till you turned to your side and locked eyes with him, heart beating in your chest as the two of you stared at each other in silence. percy broke the eye contact, placing his hand on yours that laid still on the bed as he interlocked them.

you gave him a quizzical look as you squeezed his hand.

"it's for me." percy smiled sheepishly. "i wanna know that you're okay."

you didn't say anything only smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes, slowly fading out of consciousness as you dozed off clutching percy's hand.

#percy jackson #percy jackson fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #x reader #x reader fluff #pjo fluff

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neoballsucker · 2 months

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Poison

Summary : you've got a new roommate and for your surprise he's your childhood friend's step brother and one day you go to their home town

Pairs : childhood friends!yuta x fem!reader x roommate!shotaro

Warings : SMUT, poly, threesome,dick sucking, kinda degradation, yuta is kinda mean,creamie pie,cum eating, nipple play

W.C : 3.1k.

A/N : I came back after a while and I might do individual parts for each one :/

Since you were a child you always liked your mom's friend’s son , nakamoto yuta or yuta , you two always played around like any children, you two went to the same school, and hang out with each other a lot , it was until ms.nakamoto and her husband decided to move back to Japan, it was like breaking news for you , you won't see your first love anymore, but not all the and good things remain for too long, you both said your last goodbyes to each other , yuta was one of your few friends, now who will play with you in school and who will have these sleepovers with you and play hide and seek with you , it was heartbreaking for you, but you gotta move on and find new friends.

it was hard for you to make friends since you had the fear of them leaving you and that caused anxiety,but luckily you were popular, you were popular for being smart,pretty,an athlete and religious., you were in a strictly religious family, you knew about morals,went to church,you never had sex. Your mom always told you to wait for the right time. , everybody knew you as the smart , pretty girl, boys tried asking you out but ends up escaping from them cause they wanna hookup , you graduated from high school and got a scholarship in spain , you left the country, your parents, friends, memories, to go and start a new life, that college was one of the biggest colleges in spain , you were smart , but it was filled with smart people anyways , you always got your assignments done and always got good grades , every teacher liked you, all students wanted to be your friend

“Did you hear about that new student?” Your friend asked.

“No I didn't, who is it?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“He has a brother who was really popular here for being smart and handsome , you really don't know?” Your friend asked

“No, who is that?” You asked curiously

“The new student is called osaki shotaro,and his brother is called nakamoto yuta”

“Oh , well I'm willing to see the new student then” you chuckle and roll your eyes, you thought about it for a while, the name nakamoto yuta felt familiar, you heard it before, you weren't sure if it was him but you remember he didn't have a brother

“How are they brothers?” You asked curiously

“What do you mean?” Your friend raises her eyebrows

“Like yuta’s last name is nakamoto, while shotaro’s last name is osaki , how are they siblings?” You raise your eyebrows and scratch your head

“They're probably step siblings unless one of them is adopted , it doesn't matter they're both cute” you chuckle at her comment and roll your eyes.

Time goes by the weekend comes while you were just chilling at your dorm , they informed you that the new student will be your roommate , you were just nervous, yes you had friends, but you still had anxiety talking to people was one of your worst fears , you tried calming yourself down but you couldn't help but panic and shake

It was until you heard the door unlock , you take a deep breath before you put on a smile

You heard footsteps until you saw someone come in

“Oh hello , you must be my roommate” he noted and smiles back at you

“Oh yeah it's nice to meet you I'm y/n” you offer your hand as he shakes it

“Well don't mind me , my brother is getting some of things” he says and smiles

“No it's okay, moving out must be really hard” you smile back and help him move his things

You heard footsteps once again assuming it was his brother

“Here you go , god you got a lot of things” you can hear his brother talking

“oh I'm sorry but I'm just kinda nervous, also meet my roommate, y/n come here!” he calls you out, you turn around to face the two men

“Oh hello , I'm y/n nice to meet you” you walk toward them and smile

“Oh hi y/n I'm yuta , nice to meet you too” he smiles and offers his hand, you shake his hand for few seconds and let go of his hand

And smile softly , he felt familiar, he looked familiar, you really wished it was him but at the same time not

“Okay now I'm going, have fun at your new place, take care of yourself” yuta says and hugs his brother tightly

“Thank you yuta , I'll miss you so much, take care of yourself too” he hugs his brother back you were just standing awkwardly, they finally pulled, and yuta leaves as shotaro, lock the door, he sighs and sits on the bed for a while

“I hope we become good friends” you said with a smile

“Yeah, same here !!” He smiles sweetly, gosh his smile was so cute , you wished he smiles like that forever

“Did they give you the schedule?” You asked quietly

“ahh yes they did” he smiles and hands you a paper

“Oh well have the same classes” you say excitedly

“Oh really? Well that will be nice” he says sweetly and smiles softly.

Time goes by , you and shotaro developed a really good friendship , you two hung out together a lot , ate dinner after college, studied together, some people even thought you were dating , sometimes it was funny seeing people saying that the two of you look cute together, you will admit you have a tiny crush on shotaro, but you never knew if it was just a crush or actually love , he invited you to meet his family multiple times in japan but you refuse since you have projects and work to do, he told you that him and yuta are step brothers and that his father and yuta's mother are married since they were both children, now it was understandable why their surnames were different

Days went by and the first year of college is finally done , your plans were to go to meet your family back in your mother country

Shotaro also insisted that you go with him back to Japan to meet his family, you tried to refuse multiple times but he said that his parents wanted to see you so you finally gave up and decided to meet his parents, he told you can stay at their house since they have a guest room , you packed decent clothes , that looked good ,not too formal not too casual so they don't think of her in a bad image or something, you and shotaro finally arrive to japan and yuta welcomes you two

“Yuta omg I missed you” shotaro runs to yuta and hugs him tightly both of them have a smile on their faces

“I miss you too,mom and dad miss you alot they're also waiting impatiently to meet your friend” they both look at you while you stand awkwardly while your luggage is behind you

“Oh hi yuta” you smile and wave.you can hear him chuckle

“Let me take this” he walks to take the luggage from behind you and walks forward with shotaro and you behind them ,both of them sit in the front seats while you're in the backseat , “mom told me to take you both to a restaurant since she's kinda sick to cook food” yuta says

“Is she okay yuta?” Shotaro asks in a worried tone

“Yes she is, but you know mom always overworks herself” yuta sighs and parks the car

“Okay you two get out of the car” yuta says looking at you with a soft smile , you smile back and get out of the car , you went into the restaurant, it was selling Japanese, you heard shotaro complain sometimes to yuta about how much he misses the Japanese food, everyone ordered their food and after finishing yuta paid and he drove home, he unlocks the door, his parents were sitting together watching the tv

“We're home!!” Yuta yelled excitedly

“Oh god shotaro you're home finally” his dad smiles and hugs him tightly

“I'm assuming you're y/n right?” His mom asked you , she looked familiar to you

“Ah yes I am” you smile and nod

“You look familiar oh my , it's hard to remember oh god” she stares at you for few seconds

“Oh my , you're y/n , now I remembered, I'm ms.nakamoto do you remember me? You and yuta used to play together alot” you finally realized why did she look familiar

“Oh !! Yes of course I do remember “ you smile awkwardly as she hugs you tightly

“Yuta !! Come here” she yells, as yuta walks over , his red coloured bangs nearly covering his eyes , he was beautiful as always, since you were kids they always talked about how yuta looked handsome and his charm, girls at school always had a crush on him

“What is it mom?” He questions and raises his eyebrows

“That's y/n !! , the girl you used to play with back when you were a child, remember ? Before we come here” she asks him excitedly

“ahh yes I remember now, it's nice to meet you again y/n” he smiles softly, you smile back to him and nod slightly,Mrs.nakamoto started to ask you about your life and family and talked about her memories with your mom , since they knew each other from childhood , it was nice to hear about all these things after a long time , time passes and everyone goes to bed , shotaro leads you to the room you're supposed to stay at, there wasn't a bed , shotaro looks confusedly and calls his dad

“What happened to the furniture in this room?!” Shotaro asks with a slightly annoyed tone

“Well me and your mother decided to turn it into an office or a small library” his father smiles nervously

“she can sleep at your room shotaro don't be lame” his dad says

Shotaro looks at you in an embarrassed look on his face and sighs

“Follow me y/n…goodnight dad” he says and holds one of your hands leading you to his bedroom , shotaro was always nice and smiley if anyone needed anything they depend on him since he always looks nice and smiley to everyone

He opens his room, “ welcome to my room I guess” His room was warm colored with light brown , beige , etc. , it made you feel really relaxed and chill

“Your room looks great!!” You note and look at him with a smile, h looks at you and smiles warmly, his smile makes you melt , how can he be so cute , you always wondered

“You can sleep on the bed I'll sleep on the floor” he says and sighs

“No no it's okay , we can share the bed , but if you're uncomfortable, I'll be the one sleeping on the floor”

“Well…that's better than sleeping on the floor I guess” he says and chuckles, yo smile at his joke , and both of you lay on the bed ,it wasn't that big , your hands were touching

“Goodnight y/n” he whispers and gives his back to you

“Goodnight” you say and also turn and now your back was also facing him, you don't sleep really quickly, you can feel him moving you doubt that he's asleep, he turns to your side and wraps his hand around your waist,that move made heat , you felt yourself burning,you feel his hard dick against your ass and it made it worst,he was moving and rubbing his dick against your ass for way too much but can you blame him? He was asleep, you tried moving a little but there was no space, you just gave up and tried to sleep again,his arm tightened around your waist as you feel his hard cock against your ass, you were ready to get fucked at this point, you tried to calm down take your breath and relax , with his warm breath against your neck , his cock against your ass, his arm around your waist, it was hard for you to not moan, trying to resist it, you feel his body move slightly, you pretended to be sleeping in case he woke up

“Y/n are you awake?” He says in a sleepy voice , he always knew you had troubles sleeping so there was no point of lying

“Yes I am awake, do you need anything?” You asked trying to keep your voice low

“No , I was making sure , if you're uncomfortable I can sleep on the ground” he says , his voice was also low , and it turned you on even more

“No no it's okay, you know I always have troubles sleeping it's okay” you say and smile you weren't sure if he saw you smiling cuz it was really dark, he nods and hugs you tightly and kisses your neck, you didn't even try to fight him, you feel his other hand cupping one of your butt cheeks. you moan slightly as our fingers runs through his hair, he keeps kissing your neck and squeezing your ass. You tease him by playing with his waistband

He grabs your hand and puts it on his erection , “this is how you make me feel everytime gosh” he whispers and kisses your neck, “well, can I help you get rid of your problem?” You can hear him chuckle

“Oh I'd love to.” He sits straight and unbutton his pants and removes it , you help him get rid of his pants and boxers, his dick was screaming, hard and leaking pre-cum. You put the tip in your mouth, hearing him groan and curse under his breaths

“Aah fuck , you're so good at that god” he says thrusting his hips and moan , trying to keep it low so no one can hear them, you keep sucking him off and he moans , his moans were like music to your ears , it sounded amazing like a melody , time passes and you're still in the same position sucking him off , you can hear the door open, you froze in your place as you hear footsteps in the room

“What are you two doing at this late hour?” Yuta asks shotaro

“We were just having fun yuta oh my god” shotaro says and shrugs

“Keep going y/n , who knows you can suck him off next” shotaro says and yuta chuckles

“You're really shameless” yuta says and rolls his eyes, you close your eyes tightly due the embarrassment, you can feel your face heating and getting red , you wanted to hide anytime soon

“It looks like she's good at what she's doing” yuta says and laugh

“Oh hell yeah she is , she knows how to use her mouth properly, you gotta try it yourself” shotaro says , his voice was shaky and weak due to the pleasure

“Oh , now I'm interested” yuta says, his voice is low and deeper , you keep sucking shotaro’s dick until you feel warm liquid in your mouth, you can hear him groan as he pulls his dick out of your mouth, you swallow all the cum in your mouth, you feel your hair being pulled , you guess it was yuta , he settles you between his legs, he has already removed his pants, he taps the tip Infront of your lips waiting for you to open your mouth, as you open your mouth you feel his dick in your mouth, “ you knew you can't resist now , you mom told you to wait for the right person but who listens to their moms anyway? , you start bobbing your head up and down in a slight and slow motion , you can hear him groan and moan slightly

“Fuck it , you're too good, damn you were right” yuta says in a low voice , you can hear shotaro chuckle as you suck his brother's dick , you keep sucking yuta off , he throws his head back and moans , his voice was smooth and low , it kept going like that for few minutes until you felt him come in your mouth , you pull his dick out of your mouth and lay on the floor, you felt tired and sleepy

“Not right now,babe,we still have all night long” yuta says , shotaro helps you get off the floor and makes you lay on the bed instead , he gets on the bed next to you and starts tracing kisses on neck and chest while yuta settles between your legs after removing your pants and underwear, you can feel his half-hard dick right against your entrance ,until you felt him inside you , biting your lower lips trying to hold the argue to moan, while shotaro is busy sucking one of your nipples while squeezing the other one between his thumb and index as his older brother keeps fucking you and curses under his breath.

“That shit feels good fuck” yuta says , his voice was a little shaky

“You're just a fucking toy” you couldn't even answer cause you know you won't shut your mouth after that

“Aren't you just a cock sleeve , stupid bitch” you just nod as he thrust deeper inside you, shotaro sucking your nipple didn't make the situation better , you felt like you reached your climax and close your eyes as you feel your release

“Fuck baby you made a mess” yuta whispers as he grinds faster and takes a bit of your cum with his fingers and taste you then kisses you making you taste the salty taste of your orgasm, he finally feels the urge to cum as you feel his warm seeds inside you and shotaro finally let go of your nipples, you felt exhausted but they had other plans, shotaro and yuta switchs places , shotaro settles between your legs while yuta starts kissing your lips hungrliy while shotaro enters his dick inside you, you moan inside yuta's mouth, while shotaro groans slightly as he moves slowly, he was the opposite of his brother, slow and gentle while yuta was fast and rough but you enjoyed both anyways ,as shotaro starts thrusting faster and yuta cups your breasts and pinch your nipples between his fingers , shotaro's hair falls on his face and sticks to his forehead due to the sweat, he thrusts his hips against yours , your moans were starting to get loud until yuta wraps his hands around your neck making you choke while shotaro thrusts faster now ,tears filling your eyes , vision blurry, you can't even think properly, and all you're hearing is the sound of shotaro's body slamming against yours , you feel like you reached your climax finally, your eyes roll bsck as you release all your juice , he pulls out of you and your pussy clench around nothing, while shotaro comes all on your stomach,yuta's lips captures yours as he let go of your neck , you close your eyes and breath heavily, you felt yourself passing out. You wake in clean clothes next to shotaro, his arms were wrapped around you holding you close to him, his face buried in your neck

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quixtrix · 5 months

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dolph was always meant to be doomed; something of an analysis

i'm on my third rewatch of captain laserhawk, and on this one i've been focusing more on the little details that you don't get on your first or even second time watching it. i've noticed little things, such as pey'j helping and then going on to shield a hybrid who's dressed similarly to jade in the third episode. but i've also noticed bigger things, such as alex and dolph.

keep in mind that this show is just filled to the brim with political messaging, it was purposefully designed that way. so when someone mentioned on here that alex was an accelerationist, it explained a lot. we don't know much about alex in terms of his backstory, we only know he helped dolph after dolph attempted to mug him and they ended up falling in love. it's also implied that alex and dolph have been repeatedly reported on the news as terrorists more than we've seen, with rayman referring to them as being the usual suspects when the kaiju attack happened, despite dolph literally not even being there when alex did that shit. they're known to do this shit, and we know alex is a charismatic guy. it's not too far fetched to say once or while dolph was falling in love with this gayass white saviour saint that alex talked him into this shit for alex's own purposes. because yes, he has a cause, but he's also a bit in over his head, maybe with power. he's aware of the power he has over dolph, how he actively uses the 'i love you' card multiple times when they're together and when they're not together. he just had a bit too much confidence in his hold over dolph, but to be fair, alex, you were topping some indulgent mob boss for your cause (because let's be honest of course your sources would be tight if they were being fucked for it) then continued fucking said mob boss and got caught with your dick out by your ex who you think you can get back with. alex uses people as tools, he just doesn't put his shit in the right places at the right times.

i'm getting off track, but the point i'm getting to is that alex most definitely saw dolph, a man who clearly has some jacked up eden tech smacked onto his twink ass, at his lowest, and picked him up like a shiny new toy. he was always going to use dolph. but how come dolph is so easy to use? he's starved for kindness. he's the stray dog that comes up to you at restaurants to act all nonchalant because 95% of the time he gets neglected, but the second he gets offered scraps, he shows how hungry he is. we don't know much about his childhood, and what we do know is under the lenses of literal eden propaganda. we do however know how people get like underneath the hand of eden.

everyone say thanks to rayman, who concidentally, is dolph's foil. both of them worked under eden as their lap dogs, one as a propagandist and the other as military, but dolph had gotten out of the hold the propaganda had on him while rayman's barely shaking it off. both of them are also portrayed as poor little tragic immigrants and the impoverished stand ins both in universe and story wise. they're the feel good picking yourself up american dream stories that people can feel inspired by or feel proud about the country with. dolph had a photo with a kid holding a doll of him. before he became ex military, he was definitely the guy they paraded around as a previous lost cause that eden helped. red, who's as political as his assigned colour, bitches about identity politics in that one off line for a reason. he also jus hates brown people fr he kicked me down a flight of stairs

now we can assume that dolph had picked himself up out of the propaganda machine somehow. he realised he was used and he didn't want that shit. he's attempting to get himself his own life, for fucks sake. he jus happened to get lead on by the wrong guy, which then lead him to get used by eden AGAIN. this time not only in a physical way via soldier work, but emotionally too, with sarah easily manipulating him with what? a sob story and helping him out, maybe being friendly with him along the way.

he wants a normal life. he wants a goddamn normal life. he jus continues to be selected as a tool.

you can see how fucking starved he is for kindness. you ever think about the fact that in his dream life, he sees jade and pey'j? he knew these people for less than a week, yet they get a place in his dream life. most notably, jade gets a speaking role in his dream life. the only other person who speaks, besides marcus, is alex, someone who had known him and shown kindness to him. jade has also shown kindness to dolph. she's the friendliest face there in the ghosts, being the first one to check on dolph when he wakes up, offers an explanation to him, and also makes an effort to include him in her little shenanigans with the video and all!! dolph was all emo alpha wolf and all, but despite his constant cold shoulder, she was kind!!

there was someone who was more than kind though; bullfrog. because bullfrog actively looked out for dolph, despite his constant pushback against bullfrogs advice whenever they weren't separated. and in the end, it's bullfrogs kindness and compassion that hits dolph the deepest. dolph gets out of his depressive state to go back for bullfrog. he cares about people, he goes out of his way to do shit for the people who show him the slightest bit of kindness. he backed up sarah after one good conversation with her to marcus for fucks sake. dolph is just a guy who keeps getting used though. he's so loyal to anyone who looks his way that it's a fatal flaw that ends up with his head blown up. he's a shakespearean tragedy at the moment. i hope in the potential season 2 that he gets to have more moments where he gets to be his own person. not defined by an organisation or a person or a cause, but what he chooses to define himself by. he's on his way there. he jus deserves to be allowed to live for himself. after all, he has already met his end of that story. he can make a new one.

anyways if u reached the end of this im down to discuss this :D i also did get a few points from other people on here, but let me know what u think nd all

#SORRY THIS WAS A RANT #A LOT OF YAPPING #i jus have a lot of thoughts about dolph #i adore him #he deserves so much #and i hate how he gets overlooked IN HIS OWN SHOW #dolph laserhawk #captain laserhawk #rayman #character analysis #sorry guys very passionate abt my boyfriend #alex taylor #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain laserhawk jade #pey'j

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Poor rendition of queer characters in HH and HB

Here I am again talking about queer representation in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, this time just more generally. Because it's always a little weird to me when people claim HH/HB to have good queer representation, when in actuality most of the queer characters are either just blatant stereotypes or get mishandled somehow. And with Helluva Boss recently winning the Queertys - Web series reward I think that this is probably a pretty good time to acknowledge that kind of stuff (as people have done before).

TW: Sexual assault, R@pe (when referring to the actions of characters)

Blitzø (Pansexual): is very sexual and seen on screen multiple times either having sex or just having had sex. Pretty much fits the general stereotype of queer men always being sexual and also the stereotype of pansexuals just sleeping with everybody. Like, he literally screwed the mutual Ex of his coworkers even though he knew how much that guy hurt them.

Stolas (Gay): also mostly sexual (from how he was introduced) and he is in a pretty terrible "relationship" with Blitzø, which includes coercion, SA, Power dynamics and fetishization. Another very sex-driven queer man. Also just great proof for the people assuming that queer relationships are inherently predatory, unhealthy and never work out.

Moxxie (Bisexual): is often forced into a very feminine role because even in relationships with women, queer men always have to be pointed out to be feminine and putting a guy in a dress is funny I guess.

Fizzarolli & Asmodeus (Queer): they're actually better than a lot of the other characters here but there is still some of that uneven power dynamic going on with them and there are obvious issues with their relationship. Overall they aren't too bad though. They didn't get that much sexual focus and what they got is kinda warranted since Ozzie is the Lust demon. But there is that one scene with Fizz stepping out of his car with Dildo confetti canons (I think) and that was sorta weird, since in an episode before that they presented Crimson as being homophobic and stereotypical for assuming queer men are all obsessed with dicks. Which is just interesting because thats most of the queer men in Vivzepops stories.

Chaz (Queer): just a sexually abusive asshole because we definitely needed more predatory queer men in this show.

Sally May (Trans mtf): basically the single recognized trans character in both shows and she only had one line. After that they made fan merch for her which consisted of her in a bikini with her bulge being drawn pretty visibly (multiple times). Of course there's nothing wrong with Trans people who don't have surgery but it's just a tiny bit weird to me that fanservice merchandise is what she got reduced to, when something like that wasn't even the joke of the only line she had in the show and because she hasn't recieved any kind of focus after that.

Angel Dust (Gay): now there is a lot of stuff that could be said about Angel. On one hand he is another very sexual gay man whose screentime often just consists of sex jokes and references. On the other hand that's a big point for his character. How he tries to act confident in his sexuality when in reality it's the main source of his problems. Though he does often harass other men in the show and that's just so unnecessary. Talking about Angel mostly leads into discussing if he is good representation for SA victims or not, which is something I don't want to talk about that much because I feel like it's not my place to judge that as someone who never has experienced SA. I'm gonna say that I do find Viv's treatment of him outside of the show insensitive (with the pro-shipping, diminishing Valentino as an Abuser and general sexualization of the characters) but as far as the portrayal of him in the show goes I've heard different opinions and you should read the discussion's of actual r@pe survivors about this topic if you want to know about more about it.

Husk (Queer): I don't have anything to say about Husk. He is a very refreshing queer man in these show's and there is nothing bad about him I could think of right now.

Valentino (Queer): for him I mostly want to talk about how he is treated outside of the show which doesn't sit right with me. He is a villian in HH so it's understandable that he is gonna do effed up stuff. I also like that the show tries to make a point about how men get sexually assaulted too (wether they succeeded in that inside the show I'm not gonna judge too hard like I said). But there are a lot of people who not only sexualize him, but also his actions and his relationship to Angel and from what I know Viv never really spoke out against that. She actually interacts with people who do that stuff and I it's just kinda gross.

Vox (Queer): I also don't have a lot to say about him. He and Val are a couple so he is dating a r@pist but he is also a villain so you can't really expect more from him. Especially since he would still be interacting with a r@pist even if they weren't dating.

Alastor (Aromantic, Asexual): is obviously not interested in relationships or sex but his identity is pretty much ignored by a huge amount of the fandom. Vivzepop never say's anything about people blatantly invalidating him like that. It seems to me like she doesn't care about characters who can't be involved in shipping but still wanted to have more diversity in her show so she just called him AroAce. In Hazbin Hotel he isn't bad representation though. His sexuality is never the focus but thats fine, it's mostly just the treatment he gets outside of HH which I don't like.

Charlie (Bisexual): doesn't have a lot to her sexuality. This is something I talked about pretty lengthy in my other post, specifically about the lack of Sapphic content in both shows, so I won't go into too much detail here. Her relationship with Vaggie would probably be the best in both shows if it wasn't for the fact that they both never get the real spotlight as a couple. And there is that thing in Vivzepops stories where the women are pretty much sexless without men and that's obviously something that is generally an issue when talking about the lack of Sapphic representation (which is also a topic heavily tied to sexism). Charlie's portrayal isn't necessarily stereotypical but that's just because there is nothing to her identity in the show.

Vaggie (Lesbian): like I said I already talked about the Chaggie relationship so now I wanna focus on something I didn't even mention in that post. Her name literally being Vagina and that's apparently funny because she is a Lesbian so she obviously likes Vagina. That's just incredibly stereotypical and also excludes Trans Lesbians and Asexual Lesbians who don't want sex. The whole joke was that Adam named her that because he is obsessed with sex and he's a jerk. But her name was always Vagina even in the pilot (from what I know Adam wasn't conceived then and neither was the idea that Vaggie even is a former exterminator).

That's all the queer characters I could think of. I hope I didn't miss any.

I thought about including Millie here too. But she was also already included in my other discussion post and I still don't know if she is canonically Bisexual of if that is just a headcannon so I didn't put her here.

I'm just gonna say that i don't have a problem with queer men being sexual (or any queer person in that regard). But it's pretty much every one of her queer male characters. This is especially bad when a lot of the relationships are toxic as well.

I just think too many characters fit stereotypes and to me that isn't good queer representation. If you like the depiction of queer characters in HH or HB that's good for you and you don't have to agree with me. But you also can't really deny a lot of this stuff and you can't expect others to just be fine with bland, hurtful and sometimes even toxic representation like there is in these shows.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #vivzepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #vivziepop #helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #queer representation #queer rep in media

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knightofthesevenfandoms · 9 months

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Now that you've watched s2, I'm very curious to hear your opinion about it as an honourable IB shipper

My feelings are very mixed, while their flashbacks were pretty cute, the "confession" scene felt TERRIBLE to me. Why would these two old bureaucrats sing a cheesy song at each other in front of their respective courts 😭 Why were they speaking like 13 year olds. The ending just ruined the relationship becoming canon :(

Really long answer incoming lol.

Okay so. Essentially, yes. It was jarring/cringe because it was so VASTLY different than the vibe of their relationship that I had built in my head the last four years. I've always thought of them quite a bit more mature, sometimes combative, and really fucking kinky. But I wouldn't say it ruined it for me, and I'll explain why.

Initially it seemed SO out of character, the lovey-dovey, almost childlike affection they had for each other. But it's exciting for me to consider what if this WAS in their characters all along, they were just never given the opportunity/felt safe enough to let that side of their personalities be seen. Which is HEARTBREAKING but there's some subtle evidence to back this up.

We all know Bee is an angry, annoyed, high ranking demon with a lot on their plate. Even Crowley said "because they're always such a ray of sunshine" to Shax because it seems common knowledge to all of Hell that Bee is, well... an angry little shit. But they ARE a ray of sunshine when they're with Gabe, away from hell, away from their daily stresses, away from the expectations of running Hell. LOOK AT THEM.

We saw a hint of this in S1, when they showed a moment of vulnerability. When? In front of Gabe, at the airbase. They can't show weakness in Hell because they can't weaken their position as Prince (Grand Duke?), but Gabriel is the only other being in the entire cosmos they feel is an equal, and they can therefore let their guard down like they did at the airbase, and like they do a little bit more at every meeting with Gabe following Armageddon. Until they were actually showing the real Bee- who is a little unsure, kind of quiet, and a worrier. I always headcanoned that Bee absolutely WAS soft, underneath all their posturing, but only ever in private and only ever with Gabe. AND THEN I WAS GIVEN THAT HOLY SHIT.

Okay now on to Gabe. I always headcanoned that after Armageddon, he fucking broke. He snapped. He was SO TIRED of working toward goals, leading the host of Heaven toward said goals, and then the biggest one of all ended up a failure and essentially it fell on his shoulders. And that's basically what did happen in canon! It started, just like it did for Bee, at the airbase, when it was all falling apart, he turned to the only being he could that would understand his frustration.

He was always the hard-ass boss, albeit an idiot and a dick, but the memory wipe proved there was a sweetheart in there somewhere. Before the season aired, I assumed the memory wipe was what would show Gabe the error of his ways, and he would learn to be gentle and generous and loving through that trial. But it turns out HE ALREADY LEARNED IT BY THE TIME OF THE MEMORY WIPE.

Heaven seems so cold and lonely, and my god the scene where he says no one had ever given him anything. My heart ached for him. Heaven didn't even give him a desk. MURIEL, a 37th order, was given a desk but he wasn't. Away from the cold sterility of Heaven and his obligations, he heard Bee say they liked something, and he realized how happy their enjoyment made him. So he decided he liked it too. He never got to enjoy things (other than clothes), or his time around others, and Bee provided him that escape, simply by saying "I like this song." And then he miracled the song to play because he wanted to make someone, other than himself, happy. And he was ready to swan dive into Hell, give up the clothes he loved, because he knew he'd be okay, he and Bee would be okay if they were together.

Yes, their relationship is way different than I pictured it would be. But I'm framing it instead of being ooc, maybe we weren't seeing the real Gabe and Bee in S1. We were just seeing them as the result of their respective situations.

And the confession, to me, was used as a juxtaposition for the husbands confession, which uh. Did not go nearly as well.

So yeah, the singing to each other and their soft, innocent affection was cringe. But Bureaucracy has always been cringe, Bee is a gremlin and Gabe is an idiot. I'm looking forward to exploring their new dynamic in fic, and maybe filling some of the gaps that took them from where they were to where they are now.

#good omens #beelzebub #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers

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tiredofthehumanlife · 4 days

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He bloody kissed me😱

Barbie dolls: rosekiller x you (Evan rosier, Barty crouch jr, and your gay ass)

Words: 6.7k ish

Summary: gn!reader btw but so basically Barty and Evan decide to include you in their sex life so yeah

Warnings: allusions to Jegulus, Barty gets called a fucktoy, choking, Barty is v submissive and then Evan is like dominant?? And then r is like the medium between the two, KNIVES KNIVES, blood lots of blood, they lap up the blood like hounds, Barty cried during sex but like he's chill dont worry about him, handcuffs Barty is restrained, Voldemort mentioned, Evan quite enjoys degrading Barty, lots of praise, choking with a belt, Barty is the only one who cums, I don't think you people read these, Barty gets called a slut, cumslut, and a whore, cuckolding undertones srry ig, Barty's comes in his pants, is it comes or cums?, Barty's happy trail is mentioned so often it deserves a space in the credits, scarring, cannibalism undertones (they aren't under they're very present), AFTERCARE INCLUDED SUCK MY DICK ITS PART OF SEX, if you know me 😐not anymore

Being friends with Barty and Evan was enjoyable. They were funny, they were nice on occasion, however they were also insane. More specifically they were insane in bed. It wasn't even something you wanted to know. Everything you learned about their sex life was involuntary.

Barty would come in with a new bandage and an impossible to recreate grin. You'd get worried that he got into trouble and ask his what happened. He give you a bright smile and mutter 'ask my boyfriend'. You fell for it everytime, too. Your love for your friends often trumped your common sense. Always so worried for him you'd forget he was a physchopath dating a psychopath. He had shown up with bruises before, a hickey, a bruise on his arm in the shape of a hand, yada yada. If you didn't know them as well as you wished you didn't you would've thought Evan was beating Barty without his consent. Unfortunately you did know them, you knew they were a match made in hell. Bruises and cuts before, sure but never this bad.

From the second Barty entered the Great Hall, you were zoned in on his neck. A long blue stripe spanned across his throat, with more purple in a squarish shape. Evan was happily holding onto Barty's arm over his shoulders. They split when they reached the table, Barty coming to sit next to you and Evan across from him. Dorcas and Pandora were deep in a conversation about the way someone would go about turning into a tree. Regulus was ignoring all of you, deeply focused on his breakfast and the book in his lap. You gripped onto Barty's shoulder staring at his neck.

"Barty, what happened to your neck?" You whispered. Evan snorted across from you. You sent him a glare, assuming he was laughing at Barty.

"Belt." Barty said, reaching around you to steal a sausage off Regulus' plate.

"A belt? Barty, what? Who the hell did you get into a fight with? Who rips off their belt in the middle of a tossle? The fuck is wrong these people?" You started glancing around the Hall to see if you could find someone with a black eye or two.

"Who you looking for, baby?" Evan asked. You turned back to the table to stare at Evan. He raised an eyebrow at you. You looked between Barty's cocky grin and Evan's teasing look. The realization finally hit you, your shoulders slumping. You sighed and ripped your hand away from Barty's shoulder, wiping it off on your shirt.

"You two are filthy. Truly." Barty shrugged. Evan sneakily pulled a slice of toast off of Dorcas' plate. She continued arguing with Pandora about human trees.

"Well you can't lie, you think it's hot." Barty said, leaning in to your personal space. "Don't you, baby" You felt your ears go red. You stared at Barty's smug face. You reached up and pushed him away from you.

"No comment." Evan laughed at you.

"See that's basically a yes." Evan muttered. You shook your head.

"I think you two are disgusting little parasites. It's filthy and foul." You said, crossing your arms. Barty leaned his head on your shoulder, blinking up at you.

"I love it when you talk sexy." You shoved Barty off of you. Evan shrugged. You three went to your regular conversation over your assignments, most of which Barty didn't do and still aced the class.

In fact it wasn't until a week later they brought up their sex life to you, again. This time you shockingly hadn't fallen for their tricks. You were all piled in the boys' dorm. Dorcas, Pandora, and Marlene were all sat on Evan's bed. Marlene was painting Pandora's nails, not that she was very good at it. Dorcas had her head resting on top of Marlene's thigh, 'resting her eyes' as she said. Regulus had laid down for a nap hours ago. He had a very exhausting day, having to speak to Potter and all that. His curtains were drawn and you were glad the others had all silently agreed to stay quiet while speaking. You were sat on Barty's bed, which was next to Evan's. Barty and Evan were sitting next to you. Evan had his head rested on your shoulder, as him and Barty quietly whispered to each other. You were focused on your book, blocking out everyone's voices.

You kept your full attention on the story, the words sweeping you away into another world. Just as things were ramping up, a fight sparking between two characters, Marlene interrupted your train of thought. Her voice dragging you out of the world.

"Are you really going to let them do that next to you?" You gave her a confused look, tilting your head.

"Do what?" As you spoke you turned to look next to you. You found your boys with their tongues down each others throats. Barty had his leg thrown over Evan's lap, pushing Evan's shirt up. Evan yanked at Barty's hair. You were suddenly aware of the wet noises right next to your ear, their moans sending a chill of disgust down your spine.

"Oh! Boys, cut it out." You swatted them with your book. They broke apart sitting straight again. Evan pulled his shirt down. You noticed them both readjusting their pants, much to your dissapointment. You muttered about how nasty they were as you turned back to your book.

"Nothing was stopping you from joining, sweetheart." Evan whispered. You shuttered. You stared moved back to read where yu left off, though now you were unfocused. You could only think of the image of Barty running his nails down Evan's stomach. Evan biting down on Barty's tongue, his hand edging towards the band of Barty's pants. You kept restarting on your paragraph, trying your hardest to focus on the words. All you could think about was them. Within a second you realized your disgust was a red herring. You pretended to gag, you called them gross, you told them they were filthy rabbits, you told them to get a room, but really deep down you were...

attracted to them.

Oh god. Oh god, Oh god. You were attracted to not only your best friends, but your best friends who were dating. Not what do you do. Tell them? Have them stare at you with their 'I'm actively sitting next to my boyfriend' eyes? Ignore it? Just have them be all gross and loving and stuff in front of you all the time? You sighed deeply. It appears your best choice of action is to ignore it. You felt Evan wrap his arm around yours, using it as a pillow.

So you did ignore it, mostly. You really just stared at them wistfully as they went about loving each other and leaving the evidence of their long nights out in the open. It felt like they were taunting you with their hickeys, bruises, and kisses. Their gentle touches, showing the other they loved them, burning your own skin. They were completely clueless, just being in a happy realationship. All the while their best friend was yearning for them to touch you in the way they did each other. They did seem to catch the shift in tension. They hadn't said anything yet, but they'd share glances with each other.

Finally they did sit you down under the impression you were meeting up to get Regulus to confess his feelings. Barty held onto both your hands as he revealed that this meeting wasn't about Regulus, it was about you. Evan asked what was wrong, what was going on. You gave them both a confused look, lying and saying 'what i have no ideaaaaaa'. They both glared at you, giving you time to gather your own courage. You three sat in silence as you sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay yeah, well so basically-" You paused suddenly feeling like you should lie more to get yourself out of this terrible situation. You stared at the dormitory floor, wishing you were anywhere but Barty's bed.

"I am totally into these two hufflepuffs. I just I can't pick which one I want more. I just- It's all I can think about. And I know I've been distracted. But I will be working on focusing on my friends more. I know it must've been putting a strain on our friendship but I'm working on it." Lies, but hey why communicate when you could fib. Barty squeezed your hands. Evan sighed and rolled his eyes. So mayhaps they saw through it. Mayhaps they'll ignore it and let you slide.

"Do you genuinely think you're good at lying or do you just think we're stupid?" Evan asked. You gave him a confused look. You shook your head.

"I don't- I have no idea what you're talking about right-"

"Be serious."

"Okay so I lied. I'm a fibber. What about it?" You caved the second Barty spoke up. You had the backbone of an uncooked spaghetti noddle, but you still gave it a shot.

"Can you just tell us what's going on? You keep being weird." Evan groaned, crossing his arms. You sighed and pulled your hands out of Barty's.

"Alright fine, so maybe the Hufflepuffs were you. But maybe we don't need to talk about that or address that at all. Maybe ignoring it all was the friends we made along the way." Barty grabbed onto your hands again, Evan squatting down in front of you.

"Well, darling, have you considered that maybe we're totally into you too?" Barty asked, lightly squeezing your hands. Evan rested his hands on your knees.

"Obviously not." Evan muttered.

"Listen, the feelings are mutual. We've discovered this now. We're also sitting on a bed." Barty gestured to his sheets underneath you. Evan scoffed.

"Of course you're suggesting intercourse at a time like this." You whispered.

"You're not saying no." Evan pointed out.

"I am not, I am saying though, not now. Give me like a week or so to wrap my head around all this jazz." And with that you left to think. You retracted. You stayed quiet and ignored you friends. All of your energy put into figuring out what you wanted to do. It ended up only taking you about 3 days of silence for you to realize what you wanted to do. Which was to fuck them for a month straight, but you'd settle for a few minutes.

Within a flash of an eye you were searching for them all over the castle. You evenyually found them, sitting on the couch with Barty's head resting on Evan's shoulder. They were both decked in their pajamas, cozily curled up against each other. You stood in front of them waiting on them to look up at you. Evan did first, Barty's eyes closed. As they both stared at you, you steeled yourself.

"I know what I want." Evan nodded, giving you encouragement to finish your thought. "I want you to show me everything." They both looked at each other before standing. Evan latched onto your hand before grabbing onto Barty by the back of his shirt. Evan dragged you both up the stairs, his grip gentler on you. You were smiling the whole way up the staircase. Barty caught a glimpse of your face and blew you a kiss.

Barty moved to his bed, taking you with him. He laid down on his back and patted the mattress next to him. You sat next to him and watched him unbutton his shirt. Evan squatted down next to his bed digging under it. Barty smiled up at you pointing to his lips before puckering them. You met his demands, leaning down to him. Barty quickly buried his hand on the back of your head, tugging the hair between his fingers. You groaned into his mouth. Barty took the opertunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You felt Barty's hand leave your head, only to be replaced by another hand. Evan pulled your head back, your throat being fully exposed. Evan dipped his head down, dragging his teeth down the column of your neck. You heard Barty sigh under you both. Evan pulled back and set a shoebox on top of Barty's chest, using him a table. Evan pulled the lid off, glancing up at you to make sure your attention was on him.

"This is most of everything, babe. We're still learning what's enjoyable and what's not. I thought we'd start here. Barty is our test subject, for today. Trust me, he wont mind." Evan said. You leaned forward peering into the box. What you found wasn't really all that intresting, a belt, lube, condoms, a knife, handcuffs that looked particularly cheap, but it was more the gaurentee of what was to come, Barty. You felt a grin grow, looking up at Evan. He nodded.

"Knew you'd be curious. So here's my preposition, I'll do something and you watch. Then if you wanted to try, I could talk you through it, yeah?" You nodded excitedly at Evan. Evan removed the box from Barty, instead setting it next to you on the bed. Barty sat up and slipped his shirt off entirely, dropping it to the floor. Evan straddled Barty's hips. Barty pinned his hands underneath Evan's legs. Barty looked giddy. You sat next to them, watching them intently. Evan sighed, running his hands up and down Barty's chest.

"Barty doesn't really need much of anything, he's truly just a fuck toy. He quite enjoys choking, but the belt is really something that needs more buildup." You listened intently to Evan. You wanted to pay your full attention to Evan but he kept tweaking Barty's nipples while talking. Evan slid his hand up to Barty's throat. Evan squeezed, watching Barty's grin grow. Barty stared up at Evan. His eyes slipped away from Evan's to yours. Evan squeezed harder making Barty's eyes roll back.

"How do you know you're not hurting him, more than he wants I mean?" You asked, looking away from Barty to look at Evan. Evan smiled at you, glad you were excited to learn.

"He'll tap me three times if he wants me to stop, or he'll say 'snakes'. " Evan turned his focus back to Barty. Barty's mouth had gone slack, staring up at the ceiling. Evan looked back to you.

"Do you wanna try?" You felt a wave of warmth pass over you at the question. You nodded. You were slightly concerned that you'll do it wrong. Barty's face and Evan's muttered praises as you took Evan's place. You straddled Barty as he breathed harder, catching his breath.

You felt his bulge pressing into your leg as you settled your hands on his stomach. Evan sat where you were, next to the box, off to the side. Evan rubbed your shoulder as you traced Barty's happy trail. Evan gently grabbed the back of your hand pulling it up towards Barty's neck. You looked to Barty, uncertain that he didn't just enjoy choking because Evan was the one doing it. Barty smiled up at you, nodding eagerly. Evan pressed a kiss to your shoulder, placing your hand on Barty's throat. Evan took his hand off yours, giving you a moment to pull away if you needed. He placed his hand back on yours, squeezing on the sides.

"Squeeze him like that, yeah?" You nodded, mimicking Evan's force. Barty was smiling at you the whole time, egging you on.

"Harder. Pretty please, darling?" Barty muttered. You glanced at Evan, out of the corner of your eye. Evan nodded, reasueingly rubbing your arm. He ran his hand down to yours, showing you how to add more pressure properly. When Evan removed his hand and you took over, Barty moaned. He opened his mouth again. You wanted to lean over to Evan and ask why Barty did that but it felt mean. You were enjoying the look on Barty's face. You looked over at Evan with a growing grin. Evan smiled at you.

"Yeah?" You nodded, looking back down at Barty. You realeased your grip. Barty opened his eyes watching as your hand returned to his happy trail. Evan ignored Barty's whining, focusing on you in stead.

"What's next? You wanna pick from the box?" Evan asked. You nodded, although you were starting to feel like Evan was babying you. You leaned over Barty to look inside the box. You pulled the handcuffs out, showing them to Evan. He took the out of your hands.

"Barty, hands up." Barty raised his arms from his sides. Evan pulled the handcuffs through the top part of the headboard. You helped move Barty's hands to the handcuffs. Evan pulled Barty's wrists into them, locking the cuffs. Evan noticed the worring look on your face.

"He can get out of them if he wants to, they're actually a toy from like a random gas station in the middle of nowhere." You looked back to see Barty waving around his free hand. Evan tsked pulling Barty's hand back towards the cuffs. Barty grinned, leaving his hands above his head. He sent you a wink as you looked back into the box. Evan looked with you, curious it see what you would pull out next. You glanced over at him, meeting his eyes. He gave you an encouraging look as you reached into the shoebox. You pulled out the knife, holding the handle out to Evan. Evan smiled at you, taking the Knife out of your hands.

Now that you were actually looking at it you could tell it was less of a knife and more of a dagger. The handle and sheath was green, tiny gemstones forming flowers. If you didn't have an impatient Barty bucking his hips up into yours, you would've marveled at the beauty.

Evan pulled the sheath off the dagger, who knew a knife could get prettier with its clothes off? It was very pretty, two small slivers of space in the middle dragging from the handle down towards the tip. If you were Barty, you'd be quite excited. Evidently he was, moaning at the sound of Evan pulling the knife out of the sheath. Evan looked up at you to make sure you were paying attention before moving the dagger towards Barty. Evan gently dragged it over his skin, doing nothing more than enticing Barty.

"Pay attention, baby. You have to be gentle. You don't want to hurt him, more than usual." You followed along, watching Evan's hands. Evan placed one hand further up Barty's chest, the other one spinning the blade around. Evan pointed the tip down, pressing the metal into Barty's stomach. He dragged it down slowly, a small trail of blood following it. Barty groaned. You ignored him, focusing on Evan. Evan looked up at you as he pulled the bloody blade away, showing you the small mark he left. It was barely two inches big, off to the side. You stared at the red on the side of blade. Something deep inside you told you to lean forward and run your tongue over the blade. You didn't.

You gently took the blade out of Evan's hand. He nodded at you, whispering something about 'being good'. You didn't catch it but felt it was an inappropriate time to bring up your chronic 'huh?'-ing. You stared down at Barty, checking with him again if he was ready. Barty smiled at you, bucking his hips up. You groaned and shot your hands down to his hips. You pushed them down into the mattress.

"Sit still." You ordered, your tone biting at Barty's grin. He wanted to roll his eyes but your and Evan's wicked smiles made him reconsider. Barty stayed still, waiting. You brought the knife down towards his stomach. Off to the left side of his bellybutton closer to his hipbone. You watched Barty's reaction as you made a small cut in a downwards angle. Evan encouraged you with a kiss to your cheek as Barty whimpered underneath you. You watched the cut dribble out blood, a swam of excitement passing over your skin making you flush more. You looked up to Barty's contorted face. His eyebrows pushed up, his teeth digging into his inner cheek, eyes squeezed shut.

"Good?" You muttered, patting his face. Barty opened his eyes, looking up at your concerned face. You saw tears swelling in his waterline. He nodded egearly, flashing his teeth to settle your worries.

You pulled back, looking back at the cut you made. It was smaller than Evan's on Barty's other hip. You glanced over at that one to compare the two. Just to make sure you were doing it right. You noticed a scar under Evan's cut. It was two letters, ER made out of small cuts. You glanced over at Evan to see his cocky grin. He raised an eyebrow at you. You turned back to your cut, deciding you'd make a similar mark. Although you expected it to only last for tonight, a wand's flick and it's gone. You pressed the blade to the end of the last cut, pulling it up. Barty whined again, tugging at his cuffs.

You pulled the blade back admiring your downward pointing arrow. You stared at the blood making a mess on Barty's skin. You checked on Evan, finding him watching the blade with all the intensity of a man watching his best friend butcher his boyfriend. Consensually, of course. You glanced at Barty's face, seeing his tears rolling down his cheeks in a mess. He seemed to sense your concern immediately speaking to you.

"Good. 's good. So good, please keep going, please." His words pushed against each other, mixing together from his desperation. You focused back on his side, wiping away some of blood that was obstructing your view. You made 4 more cuts, turning the downward arrow into a small heart. With each stroke of your hands, Barty let out a whine. Evan started to coo at Barty, the longer you spent at his hip. Evan leaned towards Barty's face, brushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. Evan muttered to Barty degradation in his soft tone.

It was quite confusing, his tone made it sound nice but when you focused on Evan's words you felt sick to your stomach. When you finally pulled back from Barty's hip there was a lovely little heart on the opposite side of Evan's initials. You looked up to see Barty's face wet with his tears and his eyes red. You creened, leaning forward to kiss Barty's wet cheeks.

"You're such a good boy, Barty. I'm so proud of you, doing such a good job for us." You muttered in his ear as Evan called him a slut in the other. Barty whined at the contrasting words. You pulled back from his face, looking down at the heart. The surrounding area was red with blood and flushed pain. You met Evan's eyes. He left a kiss on Barty's cheekbone before leaning towards you. He stared down at the heart, complimenting your good work. While you enjoyed how the cuts had effected Barty, his bulge pressing into your inner thigh desperately hard, you liked seeing his blood more. You wanted to lick Barty's stomach clean. You stared at Evan. He looked at you confused.

"Can I lick it?" You muttered, scared to ask much louder than a breath. Evan stared at you for a second as a grin that would make Voldemort himself quiver with fear. He gave you a small nod. You looked to Barty, his chest was heaving, his eyes still red and his arms still held tightly above his head. He nodded aggressively, trying to get his message across as fast as possible.

"Do it." Barty whispered. Evan tsked at Barty.

"Manners, Barty. Be nice to our quest." Evan chided Barty, pushing his hair back again. Barty nodded against Evan's hand.

"I'll be good. I'll be good, I promise. Rosie, I promise." Barty whined, his words mashing together again. You ignored Evan's coos as you dropped your head to Barty's hip. You tentatively swiped the tip of your tongue over a small drop of blood away from the cuts. You heard Barty moan as your eyes rolled back from his metallic taste. You were no longer taking small steps, he was too good to not spoil. You flattened your tongue out licking up every drop of Barty's blood. Loud moans rolled off Barty's tongue as you continued your work. You loved the extreme intimacy of it, also the bloody taste but that's a separate matter.

You felt Evan's hand met the back of your head again, pulling your face away from Barty's stomach. His eyes snagged on the dark shadow smeared over the bottom half of your face.

He always scolded you for being a messy eater. Evan never considered he'd find your freaky grin splattered with his boyfriend's blood so attractive. The room had gotten darker somewhere between choking Barty and now, though you weren't sure when too focused on Barty and Evan.

So no Evan couldn't see the exact shade of red on your face but he could still taste the copper on your lips. Barty told Evan he was a messy kisser, clacking teeth and sloppily slipping his tongue into Barty's mouth. But Barty had never seen Evan like this.

Evan was swiping his tongue everywhere but your mouth it seemed. He was rabid, more than usual. Evan was messily and harshly kissing you, his hand holding onto your hair tightly. Evan was moaning into your lips as he tried to get more of the coppery taste of Barty's blood in his mouth. Evan liked the taste the Barty, but he thinks he might like the taste of Barty more when he takes it from your mouth.

You pulled back from the kiss, dropping to Barty's hip again. You swiped your mouth over the surrounding area of Barty's cuts, occasionally tracing the lines with the tip of your tongue. The feeling of warmth from your mouth around his wounds made Barty wail in pleasure. He wanted to yank at your hair as much as Evan already has.

Barty pulled at the cuffs above his head. You lifted your head, looking up at Barty. He understood why Evan pounced on you like that before. The sight of his blood smeared across your mouth made him want to kiss it off like Evan already had. You leaned in towards Barty's face. Barty could smell the copper on you as you tilted your head. Barty learched his head forward, colliding his lips with yours.

He moaned at the taste of his own blood invading his mouth. Evan rubbed your back as he moved behind you. You nipped at Barty's bottom lip. He messily tried to lick at the blood around your mouth as he kissed you. You pulled away from his lips, sliding down to his neck. You swirled your tongue around him as you dragged your teeth over his skin.

Barty moaned, yanking at the cuffs holding his arms up again. You slid your free hand up Barty's throat, over his chin, and to his mouth. You slipped two of your fingers past his lips. Barty reacted instantly, swiping his tongue over your fingertips. You could feel the blood on your face smearing onto Barty's neck as you made yet another hickey. You pulled back letting his skin go. Evan helped you sit up straight, holding on to you by your waist. You pointed the tip of the dagger at Barty, making him whimper around your fingers.

"You'll be a good little slut and listen to us, won't you?" Your tone was edging on pity. Barty nodded, his movement restrained by your fingers pressing into his tongue. Evan pulled his chin over your shoulder, pressing his lips to your ear.

"You're doing good. Do you want me to show you the belt now?" You grinned as you nodded. Evan lightly kissed you before focusing back on the box. He plucked the dagger from your hands, much to your disappointment. You pulled your hand away from Barty's mouth back to his chest. Evan put the knife back it's rightful sheath before taking the belt out from the box. He tapped Barty's chin. Barty lifted his head up. Evan slid the belt behind Barty's head. He glanced at you as he slipped the end through the buckle and pulled. It wasn't tight enough to squeeze Barty yet but it was close enough that it wouldn't slip off. Evan held the end of the belt out towards you. You took it, still straddling Barty's hips. Evan moved behind you, running his hands up and down your back as he whispered to you.

"Now pull." You listened to Evan, yanking on the strap. The leather around Barty's neck tightened as his jaw went slack.

"Good. Tighter." You turned your head, looking back at Evan. He gave you a nod. You pulled on the end of the belt again, this time gentler. Barty's eyes rolled back before he refocused on staring at you. He looked like he was going to cry again. Evan hummed running his hands around from your back to your stomach.

"Release it." You loosened your grip on the strap. The belt around Barty's throat quickly loosened as he sucked in a breath. Barty's chest heaved up and down as he caught up with his lungs. Evan nodded against your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. After Barty finally evened his breaths Evan whispered to you again.

"Again. Pull." You stared into Barty's eyes as you pulled again, this time getting the right tightness on the first try. Barty let out a strangled groan. You watched Barty's face as Evan's hands traveled upwards. Your shirt gathered around his wrists as Evan moved his hands up towards your nipples. Evan pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Release." You let the end of the belt slide through your hands. Barty gasped as his breath returned. Evan nodded. As Evan gave you his repetitive instructions, you found the pace of the pulling and releasing. You were able to torment Barty's airway without Evan's instruction. Evan seemed to be quite proud of this, kissing along the curve of your neck. Barty was enjoying this more than the two of you combined, his eyes rolling back and moans slipping past his lips everytime you tightened the belt.

You liked it. A lot. You liked watching the belt dig into Barty's skin. You liked his moans. You liked his erection pressing against your leg. You liked how he left his life in your hands with the hope for pleasure. You liked how Barty's moans encouraged Evan to roll your nipples between his fingers and suck harder on your neck. You liked how Evan's motions made you grind down on Barty's lap, making Barty groan. Starting the cycle all over again.

You kept your pace with the belt, giving Barty time to catch his breath and not die. You leaned back against Evan's chest. You pulled your arm back, resting your hand on the back of Evan's head. You watched Barty's eyes focus on you again, staring at Evan's hand as it slid down your chest. You yanked on the belt again. Barty tilted his head back, whimpering loudly. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down on Barty again.

Evan groaned in your ear, dipping his hand down to the waistband of your pants. You shook your head against Evan, dropping your hand from his hair to the back of his hand. You dragged his fingers back to your chest. Evan easily accepted this, going back to tweaking your nipples. You keep pulling and releasing the belt while you bucked your hips against Barty's. His pajama pants were thin, which made it all the more exciting. You released the belt again, giving Barty time to catch up with the world again. Evan pulled his chin over your shoulder to stare down at Barty.

"You're loving all the attention, aren't you? You're such a pathetic fucking cumslut." Evan mocked Barty's moans, as Barty yanked at his handcuffs again. Just as Barty was about to bite a quip back to Evan, you yanked on the end of the belt. The leather dug into the skin of Barty's neck. You realized now why Barty's neck was always bruised, he talked too much. Evan chuckled. His laugh vibrated through you, his chest pressed against your back.

"Look at you, learning so well. Shutting Barty up like that, I'm proud of you." Evan whispered, his lips pressing against your ear. Your grip on the belt faultered from your shiver. Barty let in a fast breath. Evan tsked next to you, holding onto your hand with his. He tightened the belt, pecking your jaw.

Evan turned his attention back to your nipples, as you focused back on grinding down onto Barty's lap. You picked but the pace of tightening and releasing easily. As Barty started to get more desperate, bucking his hips up, you quickened the pace. Evan licked up your neck, nipping under your chin. You moaned, dropping your head back on Evan's shoulder. Through the split seconds of peace, Barty liked the image of you grinding against him with his boyfriend sucking at your neck.

Your tightest squeeze around his neck, coupled with your loudest moan from Evan, was what pushed Barty over the edge. Wetting his boxers and thin pajama pants. His head was light from the lack of air and the heavy pleasure. You dropped the tail end of the belt, giving all your attention to Evan. You pulled him back from your neck, meeting his lips feveriously.

Barty watched you both intently as he ignored the feeling of his underwear sticking to him. You nipped at Evans bottom lip as he slipped his tongue past your lips. You dragged your teeth over it, before pulling back to stare down at Barty with a mocking look.

"Awe did our little whore cum in his pants? All untouched. Pitiful." You mocked his blissed outface. Barty lolled his head to the side, letting it rest on his bicep. You gently dragged your finger over his happy trail. Evan moved out from behind you, sitting next to Barty's tired body. You traced around the little heart by Barty's hip. Barty let out a whimper, nuzzling his face against Evan's hand.

"Yeah? Baby's tired?" Evan said, in a high pitched voice you'd used on a dog with a broken leg. Barty made a pathetic noise, nodding his head. You gently slipped your fingers between Barty's bruised neck and the leather belt. You pulled, slipping the belt off of him. Barty closed his eyes, leaning further towards Evan. Evan reached up to the headboard, releasing Barty's wrists. Barty dropped his arms, if you didn't know better you'd mock him for his broken marionette position. You rolled the belt up, gently placing it in the box. You held your hand out for the handcuffs from Evan, dropping those into the box as well.

You helped Evan, help Barty up onto his feet. You both gently lead Barty to the bathroom, taking the box with you.

When you three entered, turning on the light, you looked to the mirror. You found your face was still tinted red from Barty, as long as your hands. You looked over Evan. He had a red tint too, spefically over his lips, you wondered if he'd still taste like copper. Barty was the worst of all, he looked like he tried to make great friends with a bear. His neck would most definitely be bruising, his hair was sweaty and pointing in odd directions, his own blood smeared and dried around his bottom lip and down his throat. He had a smile on though, gazing at you both with loving eyes.

Evan turned both bathtub knobs to the max, dipping his hand under the water before tinkering with the temperature.

"Oh, Evan Darling, where is your wand?" Evan gestured to his bed, helping Barty step out of his now soaked pants. You quickly fetched it before handing it over to Evan. Evan pointed the tip at Barty's stomach. Barty grumbled, yanking the wand out of Evan's hands.

"I want the scar. It's a little heart, how could I not love it?" Evan hummed at Barty's bargaining. Evan glanced over at you. You shrugged and held your hands up, instead focusing on making a warm bubble bath for Barty.

"I suppose." Evan muttered. You know if Barty had access to all of his Barty brain he'd 'yippee' though now you settled from his little sigh of triumph. Evan pointed his wand back at Barty's cuts, quickly scaring over them like they've been there for years. Barty smiled happily running his fingers over the new heart scar. Evan turned back to you, finding the bath dyed acid green and a pile of bubbles on top. Evan gave you a grimace. You scoffed at him, latching on to Barty's hand.

"Have you never heard of fun? Whimsy? Joy and all things nice? Party pooper." You muttered as you helped Barty into the bath. Barty grinned up at Evan.

"It's great. Love, love, love green." Evan rolled his eyes at Barty. You both assisted Barty through his bathing routine, praising him for how well he did tonight. Evan focused mainly on Barty's hair routine as you whispered to Barty appreciation for his hard work. You switched roles when it came to washing Barty's body.

You worked on the stains, being gentle to his bruises. Evan's praises made Barty hide his face in your arm, as you rinsed him off.

As you drained the tub Evan set out pajamas for Barty on the sink counter. You helped dry off Barty. You asked if he wanted to blow dry his hair, Barty said it was 'too mother fucking loud'. Evan dressed Barty, sealing his new outfit with a peck to Barty's cheek. Barty hopped up on the counter, watching as Evan wiped your face clean. You cleaned his chin with the same wet rag.

Then you three brushed your teeth, Barty trying to fight you over the sink territory. You did not amuse him, rolling your eyes at him and moving to Evan's sink. Barty tucked himself into Evan's bed. Evan washed off the dagger in his sink as you scrubbed under your nails.

"Are you guys going to come give me love or just stand in the bathroom all day." Barty yelled across the room into the bathroom. Evan scoffed and wiped the knife off with a towel. Evan leaned his head out the bathroom door.

"Barty, respectfully, shut your fucking mouth." Evan turned back to the dagger, sheathing it and putting back in its place.

"Make me, bitch." Evan stared up at the ceiling when Barty's voice chimed again. You continued to run the tiny brush under your nails as you stood in the bathroom door frame.

"We're almost done, Baby. Just be patient." You said towards the Barty shaped pile of blankets. You moved back to the sink, rinsing the suds off. Evan closed the shoebox, flicking his wand at it. The box flew out the bathroom and tucked itself under Evan's bed, as you assumed.

"I'm no good at that." Barty said, although it was muffled from the 900 blankets stacked on top of him. Evan kissed your cheek, smiling at your now unstained hands.

"We can tell." Evan muttered. Evan turned the bathroom light off on his way out. He dragged you towards his bed, pointing at the mattress.

"I heard that."

"I know." Evan rolled his eyes as he walked over to Barty's bed. You tucked yourself into Evan's bed. Barty quickly snuggled up against you, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing tightly. He intertwined your legs.

"Alright give me a little oxygen." You whispered. Barty grumbled, loosening his grip. You glanced over at Evan watching him swish his wand at the mattress. He came back muttering about clean sheets. Evan spooned Barty, reaching over him to hold your hand. Barty fell asleep first, snoring loudly. You were next, falling asleep feeling Evan press a peck to your temple.

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visionofhope04 · 1 year

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Hey, stumbled on to your neglected batsis story (I love it)! How would the rest of the Justice league react to the news. Like will they slowly distance themselves from the batfam or would they kick Bruce out of the league?

What about the Titans, will they treat Dick any different?

Hi! I'm so glad you enjoyed my series!!! Thank you so much for reading it! Also, I kinda got carried away with this ask... (713 words)

TW: ED MENTIONED (ANOREXIA)

The Justice League would definitely be shocked, especially Diana and Clark since they're closest to Bruce. Due to the loss of his company, he'd no longer have as much money as he used to. The guy was literally constantly making money and then it all came crashing down. He probably wouldn't be as willing to fund certain things that the Justice League required, which would cause a rift in the league's relationship with him.

The Justice League (besides Clark, who didn't want to assume Bruce actually did those things if he didn't and hadn't had time to ask Bruce yet) would probably find out about everything when they had to work with the batfam for one reason or another (probably an alien invasion or smth) weeks or even months after it all went down. Jason as Red Hood would be acting colder towards everyone, including the League since he'd assume they knew about it because it was all over the headlines.

Someone makes a comment on his behavior (most likely Green Lantern) and then he'll say something like "Well someone has to be mad.". The batfam's like "uh oh". They're all confused and then it hits Jason. They didn't know. So then he's like "Of course, he wouldn't want to risk his reputation with the only group of people that can stand being in a room with him that aren't his "family". Ask Bruce about his daughter.".

By this point, Clark knows what he heard was true and he's enraged. Everyone else turned to Bruce questioningly. Clark spoke up before they could ask though, "So the news was true? You all treated her that way?". "What do you mean. Bruce?" Diana called, wanting answers. However, Bruce didn't know what to say. The whole batfamily remained quiet, unable to come up with a lie. "Oh, well let's see, he neglected his daughter, she developed anorexia, and then fainted because of it before a gala. When she woke up, she was yelled at, insulted, and ridiculed for developing an eating disorder and damaging his damn reputation, because he didn't even care about her health!" Jason was fuming, even though it had happened a while ago, it still made him furious.

The batfamily was glaring daggers at him, and he glared back, all while the Justice League was still processing this information. After all, he was Batman, he LOVED kids, how could he do this to one of his own? "Bruce?" Diana questioned, still wanting to give himself an opportunity to explain himself. They all hoped this was a misunderstanding. However, he could say nothing to defend himself. For once in his life, he wasn't prepared. He did do those things, but he didn't think he was in the wrong. After all, his daughter had been trained alongside Damian to be perfect, it was her fault she wasn't. His silence was an answer nobody wanted.

After much heavy discussion, it was decided Batman could stay in the league, but could no longer lead and would be considered a distant ally. He would only be called upon for emergencies.

The Titans would never be able to look at Dick the same again. He was always so welcoming, so nice. He treated everyone kindly, or so they thought. Apparently, this kindness didn't extend to his sister. How could he be so nice to Damian, but so mean to her? And she wasn't even like Damian, she was so nice! They'd briefly met her when they went over to the Manor for Christmas. She'd quickly left after introductions. This concerned the team, but Dick reassured them this was a normal occurrence, she hated crowds.

How didn't they notice? Dick's hesitance to talk about her, to let them meet her, hell, he probably didn't even remember her existence until she was brought up in a conversation! How could the whole family do that to a child? One of their own? The worst part, they didn't feel a speck of remorse for it. How could the Titans interact with Dick normally, knowing what he'd done, taken part in, and did nothing about? Every time they interacted with him, they could tell they weren't quite able to hide the disgust in their gazes, and they always knew they'd never be able to.

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tired-fandom-ndn · 5 months

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do you....do you think Ashely and Andrew would cockwarm or what are ur ashley/andrew headcanons pls?......asking for a friend (p.s. loving the tcoaal blogging)

Ashley is OBSESSED with cockwarming. She wants to be on Andrew's dick at every possible opportunity, partly out of pleasure and wanting to be close to him but mostly because she thinks that it's a good way to keep him from thinking about any other women. Andrew only allows it if she stays quiet and lets him keep doing whatever he's doing, but he secretly loves it too.

The couple that kills together stays together 💕 But seriously, they absolutely keep killing post-canon, especially as Andrew starts to embrace his own sadistic tendencies. I mentioned it before but Ashley makes a point of killing some of the girls he used to date/like and, even though it's a really bad idea, he still occasionally hands victims to her by being just a bit too nice to random women.

Ashley spends the rest of their lives regretting that they didn't have sex in front of their parents before killing them. She and Andrew make up for this by having sex in front of many of their other victims later. She especially enjoyed seeing Julia's horror, disgust, and fear.

They both have huge breeding kinks but if one of them can get pregnant, he's very insistent on ALWAYS wearing condoms no matter how upset it makes Ashley.

Andrew: Our parents hated having kids and that fucked us up so much, I don't really want to end up doing that to our kids too.

Ashley, poking holes in all their condoms: Yeah, I totally get it :)

Andrew is soooooo obsessed with Ashley's tits. He's got his hands and mouth on her chest at literally every opportunity and she loves it.

The incest vision was not nearly as surprising to Andrew as he acted. He used to spend nights jerking off in bed while Ashley was "asleep", biting his fist to keep quiet, not realizing that Ashley could hear his muffled "Leyley"

This isn't even a headcanon, it's just straight up canon, but they love marking each other so much. They're both just always covered in hickies and bruises and bite marks all over and they both love to show them off. When she knows he's going to be around other women, Ashley likes to dig her teeth into Andrew's neck hard enough to draw blood, staking her claim and knowing that he won't bother trying to cover it up.

After they really, truly escape and start new lives together, someone they meet assumes that they're husband and wife and they are just blown away by the realization that they can just. Go along with it. That they can tell people that they're married, a young and happy couple starting their lives together, and no one will bat an eye.

Again, post-canon, they get an apartment and some shitty jobs that pay the bills and they just. Live. They try learning how to cook (Ashley never manages it, Andrew is surprisingly good) and they get mismatched furniture and they fall asleep tangled together on the couch more often than they do in bed and neither of them are especially social or make many friends and that's fine. They only need each other (and maybe a kid or two). They still kill and eat people though.

Andrew never thought they'd reach a point of happy domesticity, where he wouldn't have to look over his shoulder every moment, but it's. Really nice. He loves it a lot more than he expected.

They just. Love each other so much oh my god

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zeroducks-2 · 7 months

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Hi! I would like to request #3 for the three word sentences prompt. I’d love Sladick and could it have a happy ending?

I absolutely adore your writing, especially your Sladick stuff. It always makes my day when I see you’ve written something new! 🖤🖤

Thank you anon 🥹🥹 It means a lot to know my stuff brightens your day! And of course, some happy ending Sladick coming up ♥

"I don't care" - Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

«You'll get hurt.» Slade makes it sound like he's stating that it's raining.

«I don't care.» Dick replies easily. «I've gotten hurt before, no big deal.» He keeps fixing his outfit, smothering the creases on his vest. He's always been good with undercover jobs, he'll do just fine.

Slade doesn't answer, but Dick didn't expect him to.

«How do I look?» He asks with a half smile. «Maybe I should get a pocket watch, something vintage.»

The mercenary's forehead has a strange crease, and after a moment Dick realizes Slade isn't actually seeing him despite he's looking straight at him. «…what?» He adds, waving a hand between them. To most people it wouldn't look like it, but Dick can tell that the man quickly focused back on him. «My eyes are right here, old man.» Dick continues with a smirk, but the other's expression quickly sours.

«I have no more business here.» He declares briskly.

«I did pay you. You can go.» Dick concedes, and before he can add anything Slade spins on his heels and goes, leaving him staring at the spot where he was just standing, in the middle of the bedroom.

Dick has… no idea what happened.

He and Slade have started being more friendly in the past year or so. And… well, and he likes the man, he's glad they don't need to be on opposite sides anymore. Most of the time.

They're in fact friendly enough that Dick didn't think twice before hiring him to help getting intel about a new cartel, and now that he has enough he's finally ready to infiltrate. He plans to pose as a buyer and he just needs to fix a few details, but some of it he will improvise.

He decides not to mind Slade's odd reaction and gets back to work.

And a week later he gets tipped off by an informant who lets him know that the head of the cartel and his closest men have been taken out. All of them in one go, surely not a rival gang, it was too much of a clean job. Like someone had hired a professional to do it.

The next time Dick sees Slade he's wearing his Nightwing suit and they're on the rooftops of Bludhaven. They meet by accident; Slade had essentially disappeared for months and Dick hadn't tried to contact him anyway.

«When you said that you didn't care if you got hurt,» Slade says and seems to want to entirely skip the pleasantries. Dick has a hard time understanding what he means, then recalls the conversation they had in Dick's room many weeks before. «You sounded teasing, but I know you weren't lying. You really don't care if you get hurt.»

«You killed those people.» Dick observes without animosity, even if he's angry. It's a strange sort of rage, he isn't angry at the deaths… those men were the worst of the worst and albeit Dick wouldn't have killed them himself, he hardly manages to feel sorry for child traffickers and torturers.

«I did.» Slade replies easily. «I know you're good, kid. But I wasn't going to let you do it.»

«Why?» Dick can't really keep a wince from forming as he asks. That's why he's angry, he assumes. Because Slade took the choice away from him in a way.

«Because I care if you get hurt.» The man takes off his mask, moving a step towards Dick who reflexively steps back. «And because I would've killed them once I found out they'd dared lay a finger on you… so I preferred doing it before it could happen. They won't be missed.»

Another step. Dick doesn't back away this time, not even when Slade's hand comes up to touch his cheek with the back of two fingers.

«You'll hate me for this, but it doesn't matter.» The man adds more quietly, and more somberly. He imperceptibly leans down he expects to be swatted or pushed away, Dick can tell. «At least you're alright.»

The kiss is a brush of Slade's lips on the corner of Dick's mouth as his knuckles slip under the boy's chin, and he closes his eyes anyway, as if it was deep and head-tilting and he was being swept up by the other's embrace.

None of that happens, it's just a feathery light kiss, but Dick keeps the man's hand there and brings it back to his cheek when Slade is about to pull away.

«I'm angry.» He admits. «But I don't hate you.» He adds, stepping closer and searching the other's eye. His own are covered by the domino mask and that's not really fair, so Dick takes it off. «I'm not sure I could.»

They're kissing again after that, still softly if a little more deeply, Dick pushing up on the tip of his toes and Slade's other hand gently supporting his hip.

Thank you for the prompt anon! This is a bit different from the Sladick I usually write, I hope you liked it anyway :)

Here's the prompt list for whoever wants to peruse it, or send me another prompt :)

#long post #my asks #sladick #my fanfictions #three words prompt game

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myaoiboy · 6 months

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u got me reaaaal interested in Otacon x Kaz 👀👀👀

I've been meaning to write some of this out for a while so... (a bunch of brain-barf under the cut)

Okay it's worth saying i have like. 3 or 4 distinct versions of Kaz that stew in my brain with varying levels of canon/fanon/hc influence so just know that like. I'm fully aware of the level of delusion I'm on lmao

First off if you want some fic recs, this is maybe my favorite fic of all time (it currently ends on a cliffhanger fyi, if you're someone that doesn't like reading unfinished fics) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22810450/chapters/54512233

And this is another fic I like a lot, that kind of influenced my characterization of kaz https://archiveofourown.org/works/35337892/chapters/88074730

I feel like Kaz probably originally has some hostility towards Otacon because of Huey. He assumes that much like Snake share's Big Boss's positive traits, Otacon is likely to share some of Huey's traits. He starts out being kind of a dick, Snake probably has to be the one to tell him to tone it down because Otacon is *terrified* of him, absolutely scared to death.

I'm extremely split between accepting canon and being a firm "Kaz didn't die in Alaska" truther, and then split again on what he would do if he didn't die. I think that canon!kaz, if he were spared, would probably fuck off and never be seen again, least of all by Snake. But I think it's more fun if he realizes he holds a guilty conscience for using Snake to kill his ex, and ends up helping with Philanthropy, doing the cooking and bookkeeping for the three of them while Otacon hacks shit and Snake is the boots on the ground.

I think that if he's even capable of feeling guilty, he does at first, inserting himself into whatever they have going on. He's a grouchy old guy and it was already pretty shady to hook up with Snake while he was mentoring him, but now it's a whole different ball game. He knows on a basic human decency level that he should let them be young and together, but decency has never stopped him from doing anything before, so why should it now?

At first, it's just a continuation of his old thing with Snake, and Otacon avoids them both HARD. They hadn't talked about exclusivity (why bother when you're way out in the backcountry? and then always on the run?) so he doesn't figure he has the right to feel hurt.

Kaz definitely is a little smug, but less at Otacon's expense and more in a "still got it" kind of way, and that adds insult to injury. Otacon and Snake have a fight at some point while Kaz is out on a run or a grocery trip, both are kind of assholes, both are kind of right.

It's later while Otacon is tuning up Kaz's prosthetics (it's not like he gets support from the VA when "McDonnel Benedict" Miller is, you know, very much supposed to be dead, so that's Otacon's job now) that they're alone for any substantial length of time. Otacon is, understandably, kind of pissed with him, but never going to say that unprompted, but there's a tension you could cut with a knife. He does intentionally fuck up sensation calibration just once, and it hurts Kaz just a little. Makes him feel just a little better about the whole situation.

Kaz is the first one to speak up and apologizes (poorly, because my man is nothing if not kind of awful at considering other people over his own hedonism) for getting between snake and otacon. He probably also mentions how much Otacon reminds him of Strangelove, in hopes of smoothing things over somewhat. There's probably a weepy conversation about her.

Because the process requires quite a bit of contact (some may say manhandling) Otacon definitely starts to get what Snake sees in Kaz. A touch lingers a little too long while he's re-fitting his arm, or he leaves a hand too long on Kaz's thigh, or he just plain doesn't realize how close his face has gotten to Kaz's, and the next thing he knows he's kissing that old man.

It's pretty chaste between them at that moment but definitely within the next few days they're all three sharing the same bed.

NOBODY has talked with Snake about any of this, and while there's some nagging thought in the back of his mind that it's funny how fast Otacon's opinions of Kaz have flipped, he's mostly just glad they're getting along. Though he IS a bit miffed when he doesn't get to be the middle, I feel.

Weird side note I feel like Otacon deserves Kaz to be a soft dom with a lot of praise. Not sure how in-character I could make that though.

I kind of wonder how much he would be into Hal as his own person as opposed to a way to get back at huey, much like how I think a lot about how much he likes snake as snake vs as BB's son. Or alternately as BB/Ocelot's weird memetic-brother, bc we know he knows about that.

So yeah that's me rambling headcanons about otakaz/otasoilimiller for probably way too long lmaoooo

#otacon #kaz #otakaz #???#also otasolimiller #mgs #headcanons #technically solimiller but mostly background #the thing to know about me is that i ship every mgs character with every other mgs character #they all fuck and they're all toxic

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alittlebitofrainbyyourside · 3 months

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Syn and I were talking about how like- okay, I've probably talked about this before but like- ..... I largely view myself as an NPC? I know this is insane, it is life. you live with a brain like mine and try /not/ viewing yourself as an NPC.

anyway, I view myself largely as an NPC and Syn and I were talking about how this made me uniquely a pretty damn good fit for working retail. Sometimes I tell people that I had a good time working retail and they assume that like- oh, it was a matter of privilege working in a great place- I was a visible dyke in a trump loving place where people open carried guns. The owner had a trump flag in his office. I want you to say that to my face. One time, in early 2020, a customer came in while I was cleaning the shelves and started yelling about how we were all sheep for believing in covid and I blinked and went 'you see these shelves? I'm trying to do some spring cleaning before they walk out of here themselves.' the problem with any individual customer trying to ruin my mood is that like... I was an NPC. I genuinely operated on the assumption that if you were being a dick, there was nothing I could have done to change that. People yell at shop keepers and quest givers all the time. They're dicks. But that's not a *me* problem. Yell, get the fuck out. I'm not going to hold any baggage from that because it wasn't about me. I also happened to work at the kind of place that customers absolutely expected and knew there was a gun under the counter- so like... I'm sure that did keep a certain kind of riff raff under wraps. it was old timey enough of a store that like- you had to manually do a lot of the items? you just had to know the prices of almost everything. Very few things scanned in and out- like cigarettes. Cigarettes scanned- chewing 'bacca did not. I had to know the prices of all the 'fresh' food items off the top of my head. I had to know how much soda cost off the top of my head. if I was lucky, the rarer items had prices on them that i could manually type in. Which meant that I *loved* to fuck up prices for people I liked. Oops. Did I ring that up wrong? You'll never know Jim because your cash register at the end of the day is only a list of prices, there's not even items attached for you to be like '.... hey. why is candy selling for 10 cents'- because it's for a single mom that's why Jim.

We made hotdogs? and had icecream and like, chicken salad and shit like that- so you also had to know alllll the info on how to make those things and you had to juggle running the cashregister /and/ making food sometimes. Sometimes there was someone specifically there to do food- especially during like 'lunch rush'. but only sometimes. and you'd get calls for like 'I need 100 all the way hotdogs, and two without chili' and you'd look at the clock and go 'you gonna be here at 2?' and they'd say yes and you'd get to work making 102 fucking hotdogs and trying to fit the paper bags into the food warmer so that they're still warm when some construction worker inevitably rolls in and is like 'yo the foreman called ahead?' If you were unlucky, it would not be '100 _____ hotdogs' and instead it would be like '4 all the way, 2 ketchup and mustard, 4 mustard, 3 ketchup and mustard' and you'd mentally curse the fact they didn't do the mental labor of grouping together all the like hotdogs together for you. and it was always this fun chaotic challenge. my job as an NPC was to make it happen for them. To make their day easier, to get them their gas and their food and get them out of my store with a joke or a smile. I always get so ????? when I see people complaining about like 'ugh don't make x joke to cashiers, they've heard it 100 times that day' and I'm like- man, my dad (a career cashier/store manager/person depending on when in his life you're talking) taught me those were the best. He loved a script. He loved a repetitive joke, something easy to respond to. and honestly, when I'm behind the counter- Same. Same.

I dunno man. Sometimes I miss it. There was something... so interesting about the juxtaposition of like- because it was the kind of store it was- We were something so vital and essential to these people's day- and yet we were also in some ways largely invisible. And for other people, we were the most important interaction that they would have that day. Customers would come in and if you'd been missing and go 'you're back! I came in yesterday and they had so and so up here, ruined my whole damn day.' Dad always talked about how like, for regulars, you were the person they counted on seeing on their way to work- or before they went home. You were a transition that helped them switch gears, and so you wanted to make it a positive interaction. You wanted to make them feel like they mattered, if only for a minute. That kind of job suits my NPC-brain very well.

#I suspect what I actually miss is my dad but we're not talking about that right now

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genderkoolaid · 2 years

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Are we sharing examples or transandrophobia? I want to share especially as an autistic trans man and how that intersect. Tw for like mentions of r@pe but no detail. These specific incidents actually run through my mind almost constantly. I came out for the FIRST time when I was 16: -people refused to use the name I had chosen despite me pointing out that's stupid because out cis male friend had changed his name just because he didn't like it and all I was doing was dropping one letter

-my best friend told me that if I slept with a girl who thought I was a "real" man and after she found out I was trans I would have been a rapist for consensually going down on a girl who "thought I was a real man"

-I had a random girl in my class "ask if my ex bf knew I really had a dick" when I said I was trans

-my parents said "no matter what, you'll always be our little girl"

So, I went back into the closet for the most part. I went by She/They and was always like "im not a girl" but people pretty much brushed me off and I didn't pursue transition bc I was afraid of how people would treat me. I came out AGAIN at 21, this time really putting my foot down that I AM MALE.

-My aunt started to refer to my info dumping as "mansplaining" so I stopped sharing my interests with her

-People began to actively misgender me, whereas before some people would at least try to use they as well as she, I only get called she now and never they

-I started to get harassed in public for holding my partner's hand even tho we're both trans

-People really go out of their way to gender me now. "When I was a girl" nobody ever ma'amed me. NEVER, ever.

-People like to assume I'm mentally ill for being trans or that someone must have pushed me to be trans. Their pea brains implode when I say actually I really struggled to come out in the face of everyone telling me not to and I'm trans because I realized I'd die from trying to harm myself if I didn't accept who I already am

-I got sent a lot of death threats and rape threats. A lot. Mostly online, of course, but it really took me aback the negative reaction I had from the WLW spaces I was in when I said I was leaving because, well, I'm not a woman. Crypto terfs, man.

-My uncle said to me, and I quote "Keep this trans shit away from your grandmother, she has enough to deal with" I asked him what he expected me to do when I grew facial hair and muscles and lost my tits. He didn't answer, he probably didn't care.

-My aunt, who claimed to be the most accepting, still misgenders me and acts personally offended when I tell her she's not progressive for doing the bare minimum to show me respect, and not even consistently.

-My aunt ALSO told me I was the reason SHE wasnt getting HRT for her early menopause because "T is gonna make you angry and I don't want to be around that" (T made me calmer and less likely to EXPRESS my anger, actually. I have to find different ways to let it out now bc I kinda just CANT feel angry or sad the same way anymore)

-None of my family has called me to ask me how I'm doing since i came out. They all kinda avoid talking to me, but won't say it, I've noticed though.

-My partner's mom told me she wanted me to go to therapy. I said I'd go for my PTSD as it was causing problems between her and I, she said "No, I want you to go for 'this'" Meaning, she wanted me to go to therapy for being trans. My partner got upset at this and said that absolutely would not be happening because being trans isnt a mental illness

-cis people look at me in TERROR when they misgender me, like they're waiting for me to freak out at them or physically assault them. It actually really hurts my feelings tbh, out of everything those moments sting the most. People I don't even know very well assuming the worst of me for being trans.

Idk just the pure hatred people have towards transmascs and then for people withing our own communities to act like these things don't happen on the daily and don't drive us to have among the highest suicide rates out of any other demographic... It hurts. It really hurts, I want to cry over it and then still this little voice in my head, the voice THEY put there, says to me "Boys don't cry. if you show the slightest sign that these things hurt you, they won't take you seriously"

Thank you for sharing your experiences.

#m.#ask box #experiences with transandrophobia #rape tw

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strawberrycamel · 2 years

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important* Tim Drake comics liveblog

*important in that these were recommended on a different tumblr post if i wanted to understand tim's character and see all the important events in his life

I'm gonna be reading: Lonely Place of Dying, Robin (1993) vol. 1 and 2, Batman Knightfall, Batman Prodigal, and Young Justice (1998)

No Man's Land and Resurrection of Ra's Al Ghul were also recommended, but I've already read those so im not gonna do them

(i should probably also mention I've seen a Bunch of screenshots and explanations for how Tim met Dick and Bruce, so there probably won't be a lot for Lonely Place of Dying)

anyway here we gooo

Lonely Place of Dying

aww Tim's just a lil stalker boy. lil baby boy. A lil surprised the 'following batman and robin around at night since he was 9' was really just a fanon thing and not canon

lmao Tim didn't even tell Dick his name while they were at the circus

i love seeing lil baby boy tim though, he is so much happier and having a good time and different than how he was in Red Robin (note for anyone who cares: the first Tim Drake comic/the first comic I read period was Red Robin so seeing him here is wild)

Robin (1993) vol. 1

okay learning about how Tim's parents actually are makes me understand why some ppl dislike how they're portrayed in fanon; they don't seem that bad

they were basically always fighting/arguing around Tim & even when Tim wasn't around they were fighting too & when they go off traveling on business they sent Tim to boarding school, but he's alone on his vacation days/weeks (he was on vacation week when he met dick and then alfred and bruce)

ohh this thing about ransom payments

Jack made a rule about not paying randoms and it extends to Jack himself and his wife Janet (or so I'm assuming)

meaning it would probably extend to Tim too?

I get that it's a slippery slope, but I'm also just :thinking emoji: (side note: this is probably good material for an angst fic)

oooooo

so mayyybe they would've changed the policy if Tim was kidnapped for ransom? or is it just because they were kidnapped that Jack is saying this? hmmm

THAT'S KINDA DARK, TIM.

(also more angst fic material 👀)

the panel! the one that shows Janet, at least, regrets not spending as much time with Tim! or maybe she regrets arguing with jack as much? or both

I've seen this panel float around tumblr before and now i've got more context!

also, was not expecting moneyspider to show up so early lmao

also also im glad the whole 'tim is really good with computers / hacking even before coming to join bruce' is canon (referring to Lonely Place of Dying)

plus the whole 'knowing karate and how to judo flip someone before bruce' being canon too (referring to Lonely Place of ying)

also he's just such a nice and excitable boy wth, i love baby tim

ANARKY BABY

idk why, maybe bc of the unterworld stuff in red robin, but i like Lonnie

AUGH

found Lonnie, took him down, feeling good about his win, and then Bruce comes in with bloody bandages like 'i have bad news' akjfdshgadf qwq

OH, SO THE COMPANY DID PAY THE RANSOM?

jack was happy to see batman show up & janet actually warned batman about a dude coming up behind him w/an axe they really aint like their fanon counterparts are they

ARE- NO WHY WOULD YOU DRINK THAT

okay i cant be super mad bc how would they expect it to be poisoned, (and also I knew beforehand that they were gonna get poisoned) but omgggg im kinda mad about that

awww tim and bruce hug (i mean sad times, but aww hug)

#dc #tim drake #liveblog #long post #pain agony even #poor boy

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officerjennie · 1 year

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the softest of treasures

CW: Geralt panicking, mild argument. They're both not the best at communicating

Summary: Geralt can't seem to focus when his thoughts won't stop

Taglist: at the bottom - let me know if you want on/off it

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The panic did not set in until several days after their talk. Geralt had a blissful few days where he managed to not think about his little lie, nor delve too deep into the fact that he’d blown his boyfriend. For those few days it just felt natural, as if there was nothing to panic about at all - he messaged Jaskier as he normally had, saved every picture Jaskier sent him, and spoke to him until almost midnight one night until Jaskier’s mind quieted enough to let him fall asleep.

He’d sucked Jaskier’s dick, and it had simply happened. It wasn’t something to overthink on nor was it something to panic over. It simply was a thing that happened that had made Geralt happy.

And then he was supposed to go out to dinner with Jaskier, and Geralt suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself.

Jaskier wasn’t closing that evening but he still had to stay late, which at least meant that Geralt could avoid a phone call. He was becoming more and more fond of calling Geralt, and as much as he didn’t mind all that much he was certain he couldn’t fake being okay even not in person at that moment.

Standing in front of his closet, a button-up shirt in hand, Geralt was stuck. His mind swirling in a whirlpool of what exactly he was supposed to do that night.

They’d had sex, sort of, once. Did that mean they were going to that night as well? Should he prepare for that? It had been so long since he’d been in any sort of sexual relationship that he wasn’t sure whether it was better to be prepared or not - assuming Jaskier would want him in any way that night could come off as wrong, couldn’t it?

It wasn’t like Geralt had been thinking of sex that day. As hot as his boyfriend was, and as frustrating as his lack of getting off was as well, it wasn’t always on his mind. But would that change when he saw Jaskier that night - would he want to get Jaskier off? Would he be going home with Jaskier again? Would Jaskier be coming home with him?

Geralt thought for a second about asking Jaskier, and felt the panic double. Ask Jaskier if he wanted to have sex that night? It felt ridiculous to just out and ask someone that, even if it would help him figure out what the fuck he should do.

Not that sex had much to do with what he’d wear to dinner. He managed to glance down at the button-up and scowl at it. Didn’t really say ‘I’m going to give my boyfriend a handy’, but it didn’t scream ‘I just want to cuddle’ either. Shockingly, his clothes didn’t reflect his openness to sex.

With a soft snort at himself, he managed to unstick his feet from the floor and finish getting dressed. One step at a time, he could at least manage to get there, and then worry about the after whenever it actually mattered.

He found it rather hard to respond to Jaskier’s texts with his brain so busy worrying over how future Geralt would handle the night. Shorter responses than normal, ignoring some of the ones he got, until he finally got the go-ahead to leave for the restaurant.

Though Jaskier was heading straight there after work, Geralt still got there before him and grabbed a booth and two waters from their waiter. He had a good enough reason to bury his nose in the menu as he waited, never having been there before, and even managed to inwardly read it loud enough to drown out his own thoughts.

“Is it too late for coffee?”

Geralt looked up over his menu as Jaskier sat down. Jaskier had the beginnings of crows feet when he smiled, taking off his jacket and folding it up to place on the seat next to him. It was too late for coffee, far too late, but Geralt only pursed his lips and didn't tell Jaskier that.

Though Jaskier had been struggling to fall asleep lately. Caffeine really wasn't a good idea.

"New girl didn't show up for her shift again," Jaskier groused, looking around and waving at a waiter with a polite smile. "Drives me nuts that I can't just fire her. No call, no show twice. Don't have any control over my own store."

"Decaf," Geralt said softly, just before the waiter got to their table. Jaskier blinked at him, his thoughts stopped in their place, but when the waiter asked for his order he went with a carafe of decaf.

Since he'd just gotten there, and Geralt still had his nose stuck in the menu, Jaskier asked for more time before they ordered food. With a thank you to the waiter he turned back to Geralt, menu laid out flat in front of him as he rolled up his long sleeves.

"I'd really hoped for her to be my new closer. Guess I'll be looking through applications again tomorrow." Sleeves rolled up, he ran a finger over the menu, finding what he wanted quickly and folding his hands in front of him on the table. "Every single one I look through takes a year off my life, but I suppose sacrifices must be made for the greater good."

Geralt couldn't help but snort at that, and then the waiter arrived with Jaskier’s decaf.

With Jaskier’s mind already set on a burger (Geralt was beginning to suspect Jaskier would order a burger above anything else anywhere), Geralt forced himself to settle on something. Cherry glazed salmon over a bed of something or another, he didn't really read through it very well. It was fancier than he usually went with but with his thoughts scattering all over the place he'd just went with the first thing that caught his attention.

"Oohhh, their salmon is excellent." Creamer and sugar mixing into his coffee, Jaskier inhaled deeply as he took in the aroma, clutching his mug with both hands as if it was a lifeline. "Never had the cherry glazed but the blackened was delightful."

"Don't like burnt food," Geralt said simply, and he shifted in his seat, looking away from Jaskier.

"I don't usually, but blackened salmon just hits different, ya know?"

Geralt didn't know, but only shook his head and drank some of his water.

Waiting for their food was an ordeal for him. Jaskier was as chatty as ever, telling Geralt about how his father had called him earlier (something he'd already sent Geralt a message about, though he'd been brief), the newest guitar design that was on display, what books kept drawing his eyes and that were practically begging him to buy them. He even lamented about the struggles of keeping a store open with only a handful of employees in a company that prided itself on being a 'part-time company'.

"Their goal is to make me turn grey early, I'm sure of it," Jaskier had sniffed delicately, and then had said with a sly wink, "least I'm into silver foxes."

"I'm only a year older than you," Geralt had countered, though from Jaskier’s frown it hadn't been the reaction he'd wanted.

Geralt wished he could say it got easier from there, but he couldn’t. His shoulders stayed stiff, he found himself losing focus on what Jaskier said, and he just wasn’t sure where the whole date was leading - or if it should be leading anywhere.

Part of him wished he just hadn’t blown Jaskier. That they hadn’t had that talk after. He shifted in his seat, humming at whatever Jaskier had been talking about, and didn’t miss the way Jaskier sighed after - but he just hadn’t caught enough to know how to respond to Jaskier’s frustration either.

He tried to pay attention. Though his mind was all over the place, Geralt cared about what Jaskier had to say. He cared that Jaskier’s old friend was in town (but he missed his name, what he did for a living, where he lived - all details Jaskier would tell him and Geralt was sure he had told him, but he just hadn’t processed any of it), he cared that Jaskier had found a new flavor of coffee.

But his own thoughts were too much, and he didn’t know how to make them leave him alone.

“Excuse me.” Geralt had to step away, so he left the table and went to the bathroom, hoping he could calm himself there.

Washing his face with cold water helped a little. His bangs stuck to his forehead, and the water dripping down his nose tickled, but for a minute Geralt just stood there and breathed. Hands on the sink, face tipped down over the drain, his mind still too fast and too loud for him to hear much outside of himself.

Maybe he shouldn’t have gone out that night. But he was damned if he would let his thoughts ruin their date - Jaskier deserved to have a good time out.

Wiping his face dry, Geralt took a few more deep breaths, wishing his thoughts to quiet down enough to let them enjoy this. And he reminded himself that this didn’t have to be leading anywhere. It was a date, and it could just be that - and it could also mean more but he could think about that if and when it happened.

He could do this. He could be normal and not a nervous wreck about this.

Jaskier was tearing a paper napkin apart when Geralt got back, rolling the tiny pieces into thin, long ones between his fingers. He flashed a quick smile when Geralt sat back down, but his eyes were tight.

“Did you want dessert?”

Geralt hummed softly, and fought back the nerves that were still trying to eat at him. “Not sure what they have.”

“I like their tira masu. We could share if you want?”

Did his voice sound smaller? Geralt’s lips twitched downward but he mentally shook himself. “Alright.”

With that, Jaskier waved down their waiter, and dessert was on its way.

“You didn’t tell me how your day was.” Jaskier sighed softly, leaning his chin on his hand, letting his lower lip jut out in a tiny pout. Geralt was struck with the urge to kiss it and looked away.

“Not much happened.” It was true. Just a normal day for him, with his typical breakfast and packed lunch, but he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat to continue anyway. “Eskel messaged me.”

“Oh?” Jaskier’s fingers tapped on the table, barely audible, though Geralt was certain they were following a rhythm. “What about?”

“Fight with Lambert. Nothing big, don’t expect it to last long.”

“Well, that’s good at least. Do they fight often?”

“Lambert fights everyone.”

Jaskier leaned back in his seat, his fingers twisting around themselves then. For a moment he was quiet, looking away from Geralt, his eyebrows pulled downwards in thought.

Then, he started to say something, but was interrupted by their dessert arriving.

Geralt waited for their waiter to leave, and thought about poking Jaskier into saying what he’d wanted to. But Jaskier had already taken a bite of his cake, so Geralt let it be.

They were mostly quiet while they ate. A table nearby was having a grand old time, bursting into laughter on occasion, which drew Jaskier’s attention. He watched them for a while, taking small bites of the tira misu, twisting his spoon around and around while his eyes flicked between the people talking at that table.

With his attention elsewhere, Geralt’s shoulders slowly started to relax - and though he wanted to feel guilty about that too, he didn’t have the energy to think on it. Instead he listened to the music playing in the background, thankful that the place didn’t have TVs playing, and just let himself enjoy Jaskier’s company in silence.

After a time, their plate was almost clean, and Geralt had almost fully relaxed in his seat. He sipped his water as Jaskier continued to people watch and privately hoped the evening hadn’t been awful for his company. It certainly couldn’t have been all that exciting - Geralt had barely talked, hardly given any input, and had mostly just sat there the whole time, and had only really started to enjoy himself once Jaskier was looking elsewhere.

…yeah, there was the guilt. Geralt looked up at Jaskier, who had come out to have a date with him and had been met with a practical brick wall instead.

He shouldn’t have gone out, not if he was just going to be like this.

Too late for that now. Geralt sighed softly, watching Jaskier’s fingers tap on the table in front of him. He couldn’t go back and make himself stay home, but he could at least try to make it up to Jaskier. Even if just a little, and even if he didn’t really know how.

Pay attention to him. Let him know Geralt cared. Harder to prove when he’d been all but ignoring him earlier and Jaskier had given up trying to carry a conversation, but Geralt had to at least try.

Jaskier’s fingers were still gently tapping away. Not making any noise, his fingertips barely touching the table. If Geralt wanted, he could have found a rhythm to put them to. Some song Jaskier had on in the background last night on their phone call, another that he’d been humming the week before. He wondered if Jaskier was intentionally following one’s beat or if his fingers were just restless, moving on their own.

Without letting himself think much on it, Geralt reached out his own hand. His fingers ran along the underside of Jaskier’s, catching them as they tried to tap their rhythm on the table. Rough calluses caught a little on his skin - Jaskier hadn’t applied lotion at work that day, he could tell. Geralt frowned, rubbing his thumb over the gently caught fingers.

He looked up, and Jaskier’s expression was soft, his eyes on their hands where they laid on the table between them.

“You forgot your lotion,” Geralt said, and Jaskier cracked a small smile as his eyes flicked up to meet Geralt’s.

“That easy to tell?”

“Don’t forget it tonight.”

Jaskier wrinkled his nose, squeezing Geralt’s hand. “I’m sure it’s not pleasant holding sandpaper.”

“Just don’t want them to crack and bleed.”

“I won’t forget. Scout’s honor.” Jaskier held up three fingers, his smile finally reaching his eyes. “Only forgot because I ran out at work, but I’ve got a few bottles at home.”

He nodded as Jaskier put his hand down, satisfied enough that Jaskier would take care of himself. Though he might try to remind him - just a nudge whenever they would be saying goodnight, like he did with dinner when Jaskier worked extra late.

“Geralt, is…”

When Geralt looked up, Jaskier’s smile was gone. His expression was shut off, his lips thin. In Geralt’s hand, Jaskier’s fingers had stopped moving, and all it took was those few seconds of seeing Jaskier so serious for worry to bloom in Geralt’s stomach.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

Ah. Geralt shook his head. Though that didn’t do much to assure Jaskier, the man shifting forward in his seat, leaning closer to Geralt with a scowl on his face.

“Your brothers aren’t fighting with you, too, are they? Did you eat something that didn’t agree with you? Trouble sleeping?”

“I’m fine,” Geralt said, and he mostly was. He wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not.

“Okay.” Jaskier stopped leaning forward, though his scowl hadn’t left. “Okay, I just- do you not want to be here?”

“I want to be here.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Then why were you ignoring me?” Jaskier’s expression wasn’t schooled anymore. His nose twitched, his jaw tightened. Eyes alight with irritation, though he kept his fingers gently wrapped around Geralt’s. Still touching him, not letting go despite the anger or annoyance he felt. “I don’t expect anyone to listen to everything I say - fuck, I don’t process any of it - but I’ve had better conversations with my oven.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt flinched, and wanted to snap back. Hadn’t been the first time someone had insulted his social skills, wouldn’t be the last either, but before he could say anything else Jaskier continued.

“You ignored me. I asked you direct questions to your face, and you ignored them. Several times. Now, given you haven’t ever ignored me before, either something is wrong, you don’t want to be here, or you don’t want me here.”

“I didn’t mean to ignore you, I was just-” Geralt exhaled sharply through his nose, irritated at Jaskier and angry at himself for letting this happen. Of course Jaskier would be hurt, of course he’d be annoyed and angry - though apparently he had a sharp tongue when he got that way. All because Geralt had been overthinking and worrying himself into a tither over them having a sexual relationship. “I was just nervous.”

“Nervous?” Jaskier almost sounded like he didn’t believe it, the confusion cracking the anger that had been on his face. “Why are you nervous?”

“I didn’t know what to expect tonight.” Sounded silly, out in the open, and Geralt slumped from it. His thumb started to rub the back of Jaskier’s fingers again, grounding himself in the contact and movement. He couldn’t bring himself to look at anything but their hands then. “Not used to being with someone anymore, so I didn’t know what would happen. Or if I should expect anything to happen. Or if expecting something might happen was presumptuous. Or if asking about it was too forward, even if I didn’t expect anything. Couldn’t focus on anything besides all that.”

“Oh honey.”

Geralt wanted to hide, but Jaskier’s fingers were squeezing his again. And he couldn’t bear to lose that contact.

“Asking isn’t being too forward. I’d rather us talk about it than your thoughts eat you alive.”

“Sorry.” Geralt finally looked back up at Jaskier, and felt his shoulders relax again when he saw he wasn’t angry.

Jaskier lifted Geralt’s hand up to his lips and kissed his fingers.

They split the bill evenly, though only Jaskier had cash on him for the tip. By the time they left the restaurant, the night was cold, their breath fogging the air in front of them. Jaskier’s arms were practically attached to his sides as he shivered dramatically, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, teeth chattering as Geralt put a hand on his back.

He walked Jaskier to his car since Jaskier’s spot in the parking garage was further away from the elevators. Before Geralt could walk away, Jaskier stopped him with a hand on his cheek and a soft kiss on his lips.

Geralt’s eyes fluttered closed, his nose filled with the scent of Jaskier’s shampoo. He wished they didn’t have to say goodnight.

“I’m sorry, too.”

With a frown, Geralt opened his eyes, almost having to go cross eyed just to get a good look at Jaskier with him that close. He looked serious again, with his eyes hard and his jaw set, but this time he thought it looked cute rather than upsetting.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Bit sensitive about being ignored, but I still shouldn’t have done it.”

“Plenty of people have pointed out my poor people skills,” Geralt said softly, though it wasn’t him excusing Jaskier’s behavior.

“I like your people skills.” Jaskier’s lower lip jutted out a bit, and he gave Geralt such a soft look that his heart hurt from it. “I don’t mind that you don’t talk much, I don’t mind that you like quiet things either. I like you as you are.”

“Good.” Geralt dipped down for another quick kiss, then kissed Jaskier’s cheek for good measure. “Would be awkward if it wasn’t mutual.”

Jaskier wormed his arms into Geralt’s coat to hug him, and Geralt thought he could have spent all of winter just like that. Warm in Jaskier’s arms, holding him close and tucked up under his chin, ignoring the rest of the world around them.

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