#if i did this again (and maybe i will!) id either dress him up more or make the other two wrestler themed too for fun

[glittergoats]

Made some gjinkas of the loyal three for funsies!

#pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #the teal mask #okidogi #munkidori #fezandipiti #the loyal three #my art #i do like how these came out but i can admit okidogi stands out a little too much #i drew him first and wanted to do a wrestler thing but munki and fez ended up being more robe-y and traditional #if i did this again (and maybe i will!) id either dress him up more or make the other two wrestler themed too for fun #its crazy how much i hated these pokemon when their designs were first revealed and now i love them they're so funny

[hearts4chriss]

Pour it up.

Cocky! Chris x Poc! Stripper reader

prompt: Chris is a regular, he always comes to the club with his bestfriend Nathan and notices you once again and makes a move but is very cocky and you don’t take that lightly ( wearing the bottom right )

Part 6

warnings: sub! Chris, deep throating, riding, degrading, overstimulation, bondage, face riding, use of pet names ( good boy, ma, princess, sweetheart, baby boy, baby, mama ), basically giving this man the time of his life

It was around maybe 9:58 when I started getting ready to go out and preform, that was until my manager came in.

“Hey girl ur mans heree.” She smirked leaning against my locker, the cigarette smoke lingering from her lips.

“he is not. My man.” I roll my eyes finding an outfit and a pair of boots.

“Girl he’s ONLY here for you I bet, he’s gonna make a move and come on he’s really fucking hot.” She says puffing some smoke I chuckle and shake my head

the thin red spaghetti strap top, letting my tits sit perfectly and than the bottoms were a red thong hugging curves showing off my tattoos more than usual and my fishnet stockings and red boots just about did it, with a tough of lip gloss, I brushed my weave and I was ready.

“Okay girlll I see you. Anyway get ready you got two minutes.” She pats my shoulder and I throw on my boots and fix my hair and get ready to go out on stage.

I happen to peak out and there the motherfucker was, this time, hanging around some random guy he probably had no idea who they were as he wasn’t speaking to them drinking probably Pepsi or some shit I don’t know. I roll my eyes

The club was packed, I was bound to make a little over 2 grand tonight with how I was dressed, I was a favourite.

Soon enough the song “pour it up” by Rihanna comes on and that’s when I began strutting out slowly and seductively to the stage as the cash was already being thrown.

Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out) Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out (ball out) Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out)

The amounts of cash fled below my feet as I swayed my hips side to side making my way to the front of the runway and there he was.

Chris Pov

i watched as she walked down the stage in that sexy and tight-ass outfit. fuck she looks so damn good. She doesn't even know my name and God she's hot- the way her hips swayed on the stage and her boots effortlessly walking in them with no issue. Her thigh tattoo leading to her ass looked so good in the dim lights, only on her. She looked perfect. Her tits nearly spilling out of that nonexistent top. fuck I was hard. I just wanted to take her right now and ruin her. or her ruin me. Fuck either way i'm making a move tonight.

Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out

Strip club and dollar bills I still got more money

I made my way to the pole walking around it before stopping and swiveling seductively down the pole my ass out front for everyone as the cash landed on my ass some pervs sticking it in my thong freaks.

I grind my ass on the pole my hands in my hair running them down my breasts to my knees doing a squat spreading my legs watching every guys eye drop to betwen my thighs.

Patron shots, can I get a refill? I still got more money

Chris Pov

fuck I swore I was gonna cum in my pants when she spread her legs and twerked literally in front of me. I groan feeling my dick press against my jeans trying to not make my boner so prominent but fuck this girl is hot. and fuck the stage flooded with so much damn money but I was going to give her way more than that.

I continue my act still gaining everyone's attention, catching the boy in my eyes as I twerked in front of him, and fuck my manager was right, he's hot. as. fuck. His eyes were blue I could get lost in them, his hair wasn't too long nor short. His jawline, Id sit my ass on his face anyday. So yeah, im gonna give him a little show.

Strippers goin' up and down that pole And I still got more money Four o'clock and we ain't going home 'Cause I still got more money Money make the world go ‘round

I do an inside leg hang on the pole and that's when upside down I saw the boy throw money I looked down and did a split and saw a couple hundred dollar pills. I smirk at him place them in my bra and finish up my act.

Once I finished I got ready to get ready to get off stage the boy comes up to me and stops me.

“Hey gorgeous”. The boy whispers to me and I turn around and look him up and down

“Hm? ur kinda cute whats ur name”. I say sipping on my water his eyes drawn to my body covered in a sheen layer of sweat.

“Chris. the brunette haired boy smirks down at me confidently

“I bet I could give you the time of ur life.” He whispered in my ear his hand playing with my stockings and I chuckle.

“I wouldn't be so confident you dont even know me.” I look him up and down and he raises an eyebrow.

“hm. I don't see why not? why don't you give me a private show, I'll pay you whatever you want”. He whispers in my ear and I back up.

“Pfft”. I roll my eyes

“oh come on sweetheart- your saying you don't think we'd have a good time?” His eyes lock with mine, I look down at his jeans his boner sticking out like a sore thumb, fuck now I had to help him.

“250, thats what I charge”. I hold my hand out and he slaps a fat stack of 100s in my hand and my eyes widen.

“Ugh, come on.” I roll my eyes pulling him in the back upstairs in the private room unlocking it and pushing him in locking the door putting the cash on the table.

I contacted my manager to put the cash I earned in the bag in my locker.

“so? you ready to feel like a princess?” the boy smiles devilishly approaching me and I roll my eyes and push him on the bed.

“uh uh this is my job you'll do what I say got it?” I say seriously gripping his neck

“and besides I think you need some help”. I smirk whispering dangerously low in his ear rubbing my hand over his jeans watching him buck his hips into it.

I reach under the bed grabbing a box opening it pulling out a red vibrator. just to match my outfit

The boys eyes widened

“You gonna make me watch you?” He questioned watching me turn it on and I shook my head crawling on the bed in front of him

“no, i'm gonna use it on your pretty dick”. I smirk pulling his jeans and boxer off fuck he was so big

“mm not bad.” i chuckle holding him in my hands squeezing a bit rubbing the red tip with my thumb as he began to squirm

“Aw whats wrong? not so confident are you?” I said mocking him and he groaned

“F-fuck- “he stuttered and I placed the vibrator on his tip and his eyes shot up and he moaned out.

I used my other hand to play with his balls as my tongue licked up chris's throbbing veins on his cock, he was already falling apart.

“mmph FUCK!” the boy cries out and I press the vibrator further on his tip and he cries out louder.

“You poor thing, so fucking needy.” I chuckle confidenly turning off the vibrator beginning to deep throat his lengthy cock.

“O-oh fuck- s-shit ma!” Chris moans his hand tugging my hair squelching sounds forming as salvia dribbles down my chin already from his dick being fat as fuck in my mouth.

The way my plump lips fit around him was fucking perfect, he was so fucking big and fit inside my mouth, his moans were so deep and hot.

“SHIT- baby- fuck you suck me so good-“ he groans stuttering over his words his chest heaving as I felt his dick twitch already from how hard he had been.

“Such a fucking slut jesus.” I roll my eyes and he whines helplessly before removing my mouth feeling twitch

“Come on baby cum for me all over my pretty face.” I breath out whispering in his ear before sticking tongue out as he cums on it and letting the rest drip down too my tits.

He thought it was done? I smirk before using this as advantage to tie his wrists to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” he pants.

“Oh you'll see. You wanted to be a needy whore, im gonna treat you like one.” I said removing my thong and stockings before hovering my wet pussy above his face.

“Fuck- ur so wet-“ chris groans practically drooling at the sight above him.

“Yeah? ur about to have all of it in ur dirty mouth”. I smirk before resting my ass on his face, his tongue quickly getting to work.

“ugh fuck chris- just like that”. I moan out grinding on his face as he nuzzles his face further into my pussy licking every drop.

fuck he was so good- its like he knew my body like the back of his hand, his tongue was nothing i've ever felt before, it was damn good. But fuck no im not telling him that.

I felt him tug at the restraints as he groaned, chris's nose rubbing against my clit his plush lips on my cunt dripping over him.

“Fuck fuck yes-baby- such a good boy”- I pull the boys hair feeling my stomach cave in at his touch, his tongue tracing all my sensitive spots.

“mmph fuck- make me cum baby boy- “I arch my back resting my asscheeks further on his face and he squirmed and I chuckled as he began to struggle.

“Not so much to say now huh.” I taunt but moan in response holding the headboard as my stomach heated up

“Oh fuckk! yes- im so close chris!” my cries filled his ears feeling his face push even further in my ass as I felt myself cream his face quickly as I breathed heavily.

I climb down below sitting on his chest taking in the beautiful mess he was in front of me, his face covered in my cum was perfect.

“Oh your tired? thats cute.” I chuckle before straddling him positioning myself on his cock and he whimpers feeling my ass meet his pelvis

“I-mmph fuck- I-cant-“ chris whines and I roll my eyes shaking my head

“I dont give a fuck you needy slut you asked for this”. I said firmly beginning to bounce on his dick seeing his fallen eyes watch his cock disappear inside me.

“Fuck chris ur so big- shit-“ I moan breathing out as he fit inside me perfectly like puzzle pieces.

I grabbed his neck continuing to ride him forcing him to look at me, his face tear stained cheeks from the now overstimulation and the neediness he'd been begging for me, for days now.

“mmph- mama- I-f-fuck”- the boy choked on his own words and I smirked and chuckled darkly gridning my hips on his dick.

“aw slut whats wrong? cant take it? be a good boy and you'll cum got it?” I said and he nodded.

I smirked and pulled away bouncing once again, his thick cock filling my pussy perfectly as I watched him become an absolute mess below me, pathetic honestly but it was cute.

“O-oh fuck baby boy making me feel so good with ur dick-“ I praise and throw my head back watching the brunette squirm below me as my ass slaps against his thighs loudly, almost taking him out.

“SHIT MA! S-so fucking good”- he groans and whines leave his mouth.

“Yeah? you like how I use you like this? fucking you so good you can't think? hm?” I mock tilting my head swiveling my hips on him and he groans.

“Y-yes- mmph- fuck I love it- please I need to cum-“ he cries helplessly sobbing at his needed orgasm.

“I know baby almost there- fuck- cum with me yeah?” I said and he nodded and I began riding him once again his eyes widening at me slamming down on him again

“FUCK FUCK”! chris screams his head falling onto the pillows and I breath heavily with him my hands digging into his thighs and he winces.

“So close baby boy- fuck make me cum again so fucking good to me-“ I moan biting my lip slightly and at this point chris can hardly take it so I speed up to make him finish faster

“mmmhmp FUCK IM GONNA-“ Chris cries out again before shooting his thick load onto my walls and I cum soon after him slowing my movements sliding off his dick.

“Fuck Chris”I sigh deeply going into the bathroom grabbing some wipes and water bottles and untying his wrists.

I take a good look at him and smirk.

Chris was fucked, the tears really got me and how fucked out he looked, just from me, his lips, chin and neck had my cum on it from when i rode his face and his legs a bit shaky from the orgasm he just had.

I kiss his forehead and I wipe him off.

“Fuck- that was amazing”- he pants sitting up looking at me.

“Im glad you enjoyed it.”I chuckle.

“O-oh wait I have something for you, can you hand me my jeans?” He speaks and I raise an eyebrow giving them to him feeling them a bit heavy.

He goes in the left pocket handing me two stacks of 100s and I swore I could scream

“Some extra for my favourite girl.” He smirks

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[lunarfied]

15. WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP ME ? ; talk to me

scaramouche x gn! reader smau

y/n pov; alcohol & drugs (weed) mention, death (not specified) of a family member

looking up like you were told, kuni stood right in front of you. “how did you-“

”you’re more out of it than i thought if you couldn’t hear me walking on the gravel.” his tone was a mixture of playful and making fun of you but all you could do was stare with your mouth slightly open like a fish out of water. maybe it was the weed — or the alcohol — or the fact that it was almost three in the morning — but underneath the direct moonlight (and the few lights placed around the front lawn) kuni looked divine. he was dressed in all black: the zip-up hoodie didn’t do much to cover the sleeveless turtleneck top he had on underneath. how kuni always wore shorts no matter the weather was beyond your questioning but he somehow always made it work. he had a few accessories on as well, a necklace with an amethyst attached to it, a dangly earring accompanied by however many piercings he had on his ears. and his makeup? either it was intentional for the eyeliner to be smudged or perhaps he had been crying too — was that why his nose and cheeks were a little red?

”you done checking me out?” you blinked at his words, laughing nervously as you got to your feet, wobbling while doing so. kuni caught your arm, wrapping his free arm around your waist as he lead you to his car. it was like a flashback of when you two first met and kuni knocked you off your feet, not literally, of course, but it still left you speechless. it was weird to be doing the routine all over again.

”uh, thanks for coming.” you managed to say after getting into the passenger seat and buckling your seatbelt in. you didn’t know if you really wanted to make conversation with him right now but your mind kept replaying his text messages over and over again. for the longest you assumed kuni had fallen out of love with you, moved on to better people and things in life and forgotten about you; but seeing the way he acted and reading his texts… maybe you were wrong.

”told you i’d help if you needed it.” being able to tell his tone apart when he talked was a habit you had developed over the years of getting to know him, while it mostly seemed like kuni was being sarcastic or was uninterested in some way changed when you listened closely to his breathing patterns or how he pronounced certain words. he had mentioned in a conversation once that you were the only person who was ever able to differentiate that, was that still true?

silence followed the rest of the car ride home. if kuni had picked up on your discomfort, he didn’t say anything, opting to focus on driving instead.

arriving at the apartment, you insisted you could walk the way up and he didn’t need to help...

...but that proved futile when you took one step up the stairs and fell flat on your face. kuni couldn’t help but laugh, which sent shivers down your spine — you hadn’t heard kuni laugh like that in years. oh how you missed hearing that sound so much.

“just let me help you.” he held onto your hand as the two of you walked upstairs and inside the apartment. “did you eat?”

”yeah,” you couldn’t stomach the idea of eating or drinking anymore than you did tonight. “i’m fine, i’m just tired.” you sighed and shrugged your jacket off. kuni thought on your response for a second, but was satisfied enough and decided against saying anything else, leading you to your room and opening the door for you.

”well, i’ll be here if you need anything. i don’t know when childe or venti will be back but i’ll probably be up so goodn-“

“wait, kuni,” he paused, looking down at the hand that was grabbing his arm. “can you stay?” you may have been slightly intoxicated... and high, but the look in your eyes showed him how much you had to say to him.

”y/n, that’s a bad ide-“

“oh my g— i’m not asking you to fuck me you idiot,” you put a hand over your face, laughing tiredly, “no, i meant stay to talk to me. i want to talk to you.”

”ah, right...” kuni let you drag him inside your room, taking note on how the flowers he bought for you the other day were sitting neatly in a vase on your desk making him smile. “it wouldn’t be the first time you smooth talked me into sleeping with you.”

you turned red at his words and threw your jacket at his face, “shut up and no peeking.” you said sternly as you stripped out of your party clothes, accessories and whatever else you had to get off and straight into pajamas that were far more comfortable — all the while kuni made sure to respect your boundaries and kept his eyes shut.

”alright, done.” you plopped down onto your plush bed and gestured for kuni to come and sit next to you. he hesitated for a moment, unsure of himself. “i just want to talk, kuni. promise i won’t bite.” you teased playfully which got you a roll of his eyes before he did sit down on the edge of your bed.

”so?”

”sooo…” you played with the hem of your shirt, unsure of where to even start. you felt nervous with him in your room. “you said you could talk about it in person…”

”i said maybe-“

”okay well, we’re here now. so either talk or get out.” you didn’t mean to come off as mean, but kuni and you had been tiptoeing around this topic since, well, it happened — and if he was going to live with you for the foreseeable future, you might as well get that closure you deserved.

kuni shifted on the mattress, letting out a quiet sigh. where would he even start? you picked up on the unease and opened your arms up slowly, a silent invitation for him to come closer. kuni stared, unblinking, debating whether or not this was a good idea before giving in. as much as he acted like a little bitch at times, he was a sucker for physical contact. especially when it came to your touch.

”… do you remember my mom?” kuni asked, resting the side of his face on your chest. you hummed in response, your hand combing through his hair.

”yeah.”

kuni took in a shaky breath and continued, “do you remember… my aunt?”

”yeah..?” you looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, unsure of where this was going, but... you had a feeling you already knew.

kuni's next words were quieter, almost like he didn't want to speak them into existence. ”she... died. the day before i broke up with you.”

oh.

oh.

you had met kuni’s family years ago when you first started dating. he was wary of introducing you to them, but apparently they insisted. ei was his mother, yae miko was his step-mother and makoto was his aunt and ei’s twin sister. kuni had always been closer to makoto as opposed to ei since she didn’t really understand how to be a mother at all. though she tried, kuni and ei never met eye to eye. kuni had told you how makoto was like his mother instead of ei, and how most of his early memories were with her instead. you knew how much he cared about her. and... she liked you. she was quite fond of you, actually.

"you're my little kuni's partner? an adorable pair you two make!"

"auntie - please - enough. y/n, i'm so sorry. she's not usually this weird."

"oh, but i am! so you better get used to it if you're sticking around~"

"oh, makoto, enough teasing. come kids, dinner is ready. kuni, ei will be home soon so get ready to introduce y/n to her again."

”i’m sorry, i didn’t know—“

”it’s… fine. i’m mostly over it now.” kuni shifted to look up at you and you noticed the shine of tears in his eyes. reaching down, you wiped those tears away with a soft smile. “ei lost her shit after that. it was horrible at home for a while and i just-“

”i get it.” you stopped him from talking since you noticed how much it was getting to him. losing her was probably too much for him to handle at the time on top of dealing with an upset ei. “you know i would’ve done everything i could to help you back then, kuni.”

”i know, y/n,” kuni closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing the two of you closer while burying his face in between your shoulder and the pillow behind you. “i just wasn’t thinking right. it felt like such a heavy burden for me to carry and your birthday was just around the corner...”

the two of you sat in silence for the next couple of minutes, basking in each other’s scent and comfort. while this newfound knowledge that your breakup didn’t have anything to do with you, it still upset you to know he was dealing with all of this back then and didn’t think you could have helped him get through it. you were supposed to be there for each other.

“i have your doll.”

”what?” kuni’s head snapped up, looking at you with furrowed brows and confusion evident on his face.

”your doll. the one you said you made with makoto.” you gestured with your chin to a shelf by the end of your bed that was hidden by the door when it was open. “i found it in the trash. don’t worry, he’s clean now!”

kuni turned his head and looked towards where you had pointed, seeing the doll sitting on the top shelf. “why?”

”just felt like it.” you lied. you knew the doll was his and you knew how much that little guy meant to him. you couldn’t just let it get thrown away.

”yeah, okay.” kuni obviously didn’t believe you and rolled his eyes making you laugh.

”so,” you started to speak again after a few minutes had passed, “are we… okay now?” it scary to ask, knowing that you were still not over him at all and he was now here — living in the same apartment as you. from the spot that he was laying on, he could feel how fast your heart was beating from asking that question alone.

”yeah,” he let go of your waist and reached for your hand, intertwining it with his. “let’s start over, y/n.” and without giving it a second thought, kuni dipped his head down to capture your lips in a kiss with his.

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A/N long one sorry i have a lot to say hehe: andddd act one is done with that delicious scrumptious immaculate cliffhanger 😈 are they gonna kiss kiss fall in love or kiss kiss miscommunication.... i think u know the answer or else there wouldnt be an act two now i know what ur thinking "luna scara doesnt know raiden makoto in canon?!??!?!?!" oh well!! i dont read the character stories all the way all ik is i wanted angst and makoto the better twin anyway /j lets just pretend for this story ok?? thank u for some reason this was the only chapter i was actually nervous to post ??? what ??????? bro i was fr shaking as i edited this WHATS HAPPENING i think its obv buuuuuut in the flashback, purple = makoto, blue = kuni and pink = yae miko !!

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[beeloovedd]

id love to hear about phantom and his ocd

Hi I'm sorry this took me literal months to get too 🙏

Ive had this sitting unfinished in my drafts untill now so I hope this is ok 🫶

After show

Tw: dissociation, flinching, OCD

Phantom sighs softly with a smile as the song ends and everyone cheers

He walks back to put his guitar away to go bow and pick up things from fans

He puts the guitar down then picks it up and puts it down again

Then again

He bites his tounge then taps the guitar then taps it again, leaving a small smidge on the shiny black guitar

He smiles and runs back out just in time to bow

Hes between Sodo and Mountain with his hands in theirs

He bows then everyone cheers and claps and with a big smile on his face he throws a few picks and a few setlists into the crowd

Then the show finally ends and the lights begin to fade to black

Everyone runs Backstage cheering that they did good and talking about some of the things that happened on stage

Everyone goes to help pack up, get food or go back to the bus to change

Phantom goes right to the bus zoned out yet somehow (and thankfully) his legs know where to go, he feels bad that he's not helping but he can barely register anything in his mind right now

He walks into the bus and stands there for a second, long, tired blinks as he tries to get his mind back into reality enough to know what to do or say when everyone else comes back

He shivers and walks over to his bunk to get some clean clothes

A few seconds later Phantom flinches as Mountain comes out in some casual pants and a loose t-shirt holding his sweat drenched stage outfit

"good show today bug" Mountain says as he squeezes Phantom's shoulder gently as he walks by to put his clothes in the hamper in case they stop at a hotel

"you did good too" Phantom says with a tired smile

He hums quietly as walks into the bathroom and changes into something more comfortable

He gets dressed in a loose t-shirt and some sweatpants then goes to lay in his bunk with a quiet sigh

He hears Mountain leave to go help put away the equipment and ask Papa if they'll sleep in the bus or go to a hotel

He feels bad about not helping, maybe he should, it's rude if he doesn't

But before he even gets the chance to get up everyone comes in talking, laughing and joking with each other

Papa walks in last, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, papal paints smeared and his jacket draped over his arm with his old cup of coffee from earlier in his hand

The other ghouls either lay in their bunks, change, eat or are taking off their facepaint

Copia walks to go change into something more comfortable and slightly less sweaty once the restroom is free, but first

He looks over to phantom while putting his things down

"are you ok, Phantom?" Copia asks while looking at phantom with a small tired smile

Phantom nods and smiles back

"Yea, tired" phantom says as he lays back

Copia smiles and puts his hand on Phantom's arm

"We're going to a hotel tonight" copia says as he pats phantoms arm then leaves to go change

Eventually everyone gets settled, packing clothes, getting things for a shower and filling the hamper

Then they get to the hotel

Phantom gets his smaller suitcase and is one of the first ones in the hotel

They all check in and decide who's staying where

Cirrus, Cumulus and Aroura together

Dew, Rain and Mountain together

And Phantom, Swiss and Copia together

As soon as they get into their rooms Phantom practically faceplant on the bed

Swiss laughs and Copia chuckles

Swiss lays next to him and puts a hand on his back rubbing it soothingly

"you ok bug?" Swiss asks with a gentle smile

Phantom hums out a quiet

"mhm"

And nods

Swiss pulls him into his arms and phantom lays his head on Swiss's chest

Copia leaves to go shower and leaves the two ghouls alone

Phantom mutters something quietly and Swiss leans down to try and hear

"what was that?" He asks, placing a gentle kiss to the quint ghouls forehead

"Does your mind ever get too.....much?" Phantom asks, listing to Swiss's gentle heartbeat as he lays on his chest

Swiss smiles, concerned yet happy he's not bottling it up this time

"Yea sometimes it does" he says as he runs a hand through Phantoms hair

"But you know you can talk to us about it anytime right? We're all here for you bug" Swiss says caressing Phantom's cheek gently

"I know" Phantom says quietly

Swiss smiles and relaxed into the bed, the tiredness from today's show hitting him

He starts to drift in and out of sleep until Phantom speaks

"I love you" Phantom says, words slurring due to him drifting off to sleep as well

Swiss smiles and plays with his hair tiredly

"I love you too Phantom"

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[havendance]

to fail, to fall, to fly away

AO3

Fandom: Batman

Featured Characters/Relationships: Helena Bertinelli & Sasha Bordeaux

Wordcount: 936

Summary:

“One day,” Helena said, “you’re either going to fail him or else you’re going to have to live with the fact you didn’t. I made my choice.” Helena Bertinelli is on her way out of Gotham when she encounters a familiar face.

The trick or treating earlier a) reminded me that this fic existed and b) got the juices flowing for it. Anyway, welcome to the latest installment of niche fics from Havendance! This is a coda of sorts to Detective Comics #763 except in an au where Helena killed the joker. Enjoy!

Fic:

Helena wasn’t stupid: she knew when it was time to get the hell out of dodge. She had plans for this: her building was shut down into hibernation, the ghosts that inhabited it still shuffling about to deter intruders, but on a fraction of the power. Things she needed were arranged to be sent on; things she didn’t were locked down. She left the lamborghini tucked away in its hidden garage. Scicily was nice this time of year, and transporting the car there would be more trouble than it was worth. Maybe later, but not now. Not when she needed to fly away.

It was evening by the time she finished. Helena left her apartment with the clothes on her back and little else. She had the absolute necessities—her costume was tucked away in a hidden pocket of her bag, money and fake ids along with it. Everything else she’d take care of as it came.

As she walked down Gotham’s dark streets, she could tell she was being watched. Someone was following her.

Helena stopped in front of the mouth of an alley. “You can come out,” she said. “I know you’re there.”

A figure dropped down. It wasn’t Batman who stepped out of the shadows. Neither was it a man without a face, or Robin (she knew it wouldn’t be Robin, not after what she’d done). Instead, it was a woman dressed in black and purple—the newest member of Batman’s vigilante set.

“Ambush Bug,” Helena said, voice deceptively light. She’d never caught the woman’s name. Now wasn’t the time to ask it.

“Huntress,” was the cool reply. So they weren’t on friendly terms this time. That was fine. Helena expected that.

“He sent you, didn’t he?” she asked.

No reply.

“I’m leaving. You can tell him that I’m getting out of his city.”

“I will,” the woman said. She didn’t move.

Helena waited. The woman didn’t say anything else. “What do you want?” Helena demanded. Always the silent treatment. It drove her crazy when Batman did it too. “Say something if you’re going to, or just leave me alone.”

She was about to turn and leave when the woman spoke: “Batman said the Joker was in police custody when you killed him.”

“So?”

“It’s not the way we do things.”

“We?” Helena scoffed. “Like I’m one of you. He’s made it perfectly clear that I’m not.”

“It was over. You didn’t need to.”

“It wasn’t. It wasn’t over until I ended it,” Helena spat out. “You haven’t been doing this long, have you?”

The woman said nothing. She had a good poker face.

“Do this long enough and you’ll see,” she continued. “It’s never over. It never ends. You put them away and they come crawling out of the woodwork later to cause problems again. I’ve spent long enough playing it his way, so I ended it mine.”

“You killed him.” She was judging her, Helena could tell. She was just the same as all the rest.

“I did what needed to be done.”

The woman was still watching, still weighing Helena up. “I can see it, what Batman told me about you.”

“And that would be?”

“That you’re dangerous, reckless. You don’t understand.”

“Oh I understand plenty,” Helena said. “I understand that there needs to be justice. I understand that there needs to be a price.”

“That you deal out.”

“We all deal it out. You wear a mask. You’re a part of this.”

She reached up, as if only just remembering it was there. “My reasons are different,” she said. 

“Then what are they?” Helena asked. “Why do you put on your costume and tag along with the bat?”

“To protect,” was the answer, spoken without hesitation.

“And what if, to protect someone, you needed to kill someone else?”

“That should always be the last resort.”

A different answer than what Helena had been expecting, but an interesting one. “Then you acknowledge it’s an option.”

Silence, which was as close to a yes as she was going to get.

“One day,” Helena said, “you’re either going to fail him or else you’re going to have to live with the fact you didn’t. I made my choice.” She turned.

“Wait!” The woman said before she could walk away. “You expect me to believe that’s why you did it? You killed an unarmed man in police custody because there wasn’t another choice?”

“No,” Helena said, staring out into Gotham’s streets, still empty. The danger was over, but people were slow to come out again. She knew that hadn’t been why. It hadn’t been that at all. It had been three bullets in her gut making a final stand and a week of running around as the world went to hell. It had been finding Robin’s uniform on a skeleton and knowing she had been too late. “But that’s what I am. I’m leaving. If you know who you are, you should too. We’re not like him.”

“We’re nothing alike.” Her voice was cold, angry. “I’m in Gotham to do a job and I’m going to do it.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Helena started walking away. “None of us escape in the end.”

She didn’t look back. Down the street to where she could catch a cab and off to the airport from there.

Goodbye Gotham. Goodbye and good riddance to it all. She didn’t know if the woman was still following her and she really didn’t care. Let other people deal with Batman. She’d stopped caring what he thought. She was leaving it all behind. Maybe this time, she wouldn’t come back.

#helena bertinelli #sasha bordeaux #my fic #havendance writes #the cooler gotham antihero #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist 3 - aka. Front Row Seats to the Gun Show

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

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A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/N = Your Name | Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour | Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

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“Alicia Cooper? Really?” 

You raised a teasing eyebrow at Dean as he dropped your cover’s details in your lap where you were lounging on the couch nursing a much needed beer after having to deal with Crowley. The damned Scotsman had nearly insisted on being wined and dined until your group had managed to force him out the door to let you start prepping for the heist. 

“Shut up (Y/N), it beats some of your cover name ideas,” Dean scoffed, though you could see a tiny bit of pride in his smile from how you’d managed to guess the chosen cover name was one of the ones he’d put in the system. Though it wasn’t all that hard to guess. Most of his naming ideas came from classic rock or pop culture references. 

“I think ‘The Artist Formerly Known as Thief’ was an absolutely brilliant cover name thank-you-very-much,” You threw back with a laugh that only grew brighter as Dean dropped down onto the couch next to you and bumped your shoulder. A beer in his own big hand, and a similar folder hiding his own cover identity resting against one of his big thighs. Though his was… Suspiciously thicker than yours. 

The folder, not the thighs… Though he did have some deliciously thick thighs.

“Maybe, if you were supposed to be some sort of actual artist, and not a French art dealer,” He retorted with a boyish grin and a wink. Easily teasing more laughter out of you with memories of your evening spent at the Met gala, rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous and pretending you knew your oils from your watercolors. 

“Alright… So Alicia is passable. Who is she?” You conceded as you flipped open the cover and picked up the fake driver’s license. A small crease in your brow as your eyes went to the details on the paper under it. 

Great… 

You were a damned Bond girl again. And not one of the kick ass ones either. Just one of the empty, two dimensional characters added for ‘sex appeal’. Standing around in skimpy dresses and batting fake lashes at the hero of the story with no story of their own to tell. Or at least none they were allowed to tell.

Whenever you were dealing with the mob you normally only got to play the secretary, cocktail waitress or the ‘side piece’ to one of the guys. Which was usually Sammy or Castiel, since they’d handle intel while you scouted for infiltration, and Dean was just too much for your little heart to handle. Spending most of your recons hanging off of one of their arms and pretending you couldn’t kick the ass of everyone in the room, in heels. 

“Sorry sweetheart, you know how these mafia types are… They can be kinda misogynistic. I promise, next heist you’ll get the kick ass cover and I’ll be the arm candy,” Dean winked, with a grin that looked anything but sorry. 

“Alright, so I’m Alicia Cooper, young heiress and unwitting accomplice who’s just out spending daddy’s money… Got a degree in psychology from KU, but haven’t put it to good use yet. Languages: English, barely. Hobbies: Fashion week appearances, festivals and… That’s it?” 

You looked up from the mess of IDs with your smiling face on them and pinched the laughably short list of information about your character between two fingers before glaring at Dean’s much more sturdy background history in his lap.

“As I said, sorry (Y/N). The mob shouldn’t go digging too deep in Charlie’s or your background; we need you guys to be invisible. You’re the aces up our sleeve after all,” 

The words left him with a smile against the lip of his bottle. And damn it… 

When he pulled that smile, lips a little damp from the beer, the damned gorgeous bastard could get away with anything. Even giving you the cover story of a freaking extra. Your fake cover father’s backstory was more detailed than your own for god’s sake.

“Since there's not much to go on, you can build the character traits however you want, within reason. Don’t go making up any more dark pasts of parents shot in an alley and a lifelong promise of hunting down their killer. Alicia Cooper’s family is all alive and she ain’t no Batman,” He added with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile. Teasing a chuckle out of you, though you were trying your damned hardest to pout.

“Maybe there’s an uncle…”

“She’s also no Spiderman (Y/N),” Dean gave you an exaggerated eye roll and a fake sigh as his eyes crinkled into that smile that always made you melt.

“Alright, I’ll be Alicia. What about you? Will you be the Mr. Nice Guy to my Cooper?” 

Turning in your seat you leaned in to sneak a peak at the folder in his lap. Leaning against Dean’s shoulder, you pretended little shots of electricity weren’t going straight through your arm and into your heart from the small touch as you tried to focus on the words. Pretending you hadn’t just taken the chance to get closer to him. The same way you always did. Finding little, innocent moments to just revel in the closeness of your crush. 

Whenever Dean was close, you just felt safer, and more real than you’d ever had the chance to feel in your former life on the run. And you’d noticed a few times that he seemed to be doing the same. Like how his clenched fist had brushed up against your arm when Crowley was busy making an ass out of himself. Using touch and human body heat to ground himself. Though for you, only Dean’s touch would do. Anyone else and it just made you skittish… 

Jumpy.

“Not exactly a nice guy, no. I’m Mal Young... Jackpot, AC/DC! I’m the School Days to your School’s Out. Former US military turned arms trader. Should be an easy enough sell for me,” Dean said, eyes skimming the information as he lifted the already empty beer bottle to his lips. Frowning when nothing but droplets hit his lips.

“You always get the cool roles,” You mumbled, sinking back in your seat and frowning at the size of information your combat specialist, hitter and all around heist muscle had to go through while you could already basically burn yours, past glancing over your father’s details and family tree.

“Next time sweetheart, pinky promise,” He hummed, putting his folder to one side as he stood up to go fetch himself a new beer. Stretching his arms over his head, his black t-shirt rode up just a tiny bit, teasing a hint of his perfectly toned stomach and that mouth watering v-shape that you’d love to trace with your tongue. Nearly leaving you too breathless to even notice him walking away without offering you a new bottle as well.

“I don’t need your empty promises Dean, just bring me back a beer!” You called out after him, hoping the combat specialist couldn’t hear how your breath stuck in your throat and your pulse rose from just seeing that small teasing flash of his skin. 

Damn him. 

Damn his cool roles. Damn his adorable cover name style. And, most of all, damn that fucking perfect body. While all you got was…. 

Alicia. 

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Since you didn’t really need to waste much time trying to learn your laughably weak cover, you’d quickly gotten antsy watching Dean prep for his. Since him concentrating on his role made it very easy for you to get away with watching him. His jaw clenching as he got into character, getting angry at some past wrong in his background story.

After nursing your second beer and casting not-so-hidden glances at him for nearly thirty minutes, your poor body craved some kinda release. And hell, it was the middle of the day, with thin as fuck walls between each of your ragtag group’s private rooms. Meaning any form of more intimate release would have to wait until the cover of night. So, you’d hit the gym instead. 

Rushing to your room, you’d changed into your workout gear quickly before practically skipping towards the large, fully customized gym. Larger than most commercial gyms and featuring every little toy a thief could dream of. Though you weren’t planning on using the climbing wall or even hone your skills against the laser system Charlie had designed for you this time. 

No, you needed to tire your body out and make your muscles ache. Which meant it had to be reps and weights. Heavy weights that could stop the butterflies in your stomach from making you take off and float away.

Luckily for you, Sam was already in the gym. Weight training was always more fun with a friend. Especially when said friend was normally your spotter on days where you wanted to work on your strength and endurance.

“Samwich! Just the man I was looking for. Hope you don’t mind the company. Need to burn some energy,” Your voice echoed in the windowless room, nearly making Sam slip from where he was doing salmon ladder pull ups on the other side of it. Teasing a loud laugh from you as you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready to train away your dirty mind and refocus your body. 

Pre-heist waiting games were hard enough without your filthy daydreams piled on top of it. 

“Really? I thought you were having fun acting like a love sick teen… Alicia,” Sam smirked, easily composing himself and dropping back down to the ground with a soft thud. Damn it. Of course he’d caught you gawking at his older brother. 

It was just your kinda luck. Which meant no luck at all. Ever.

You were definitely cursed in some way, though you couldn’t for the life of you think of who’d want to curse little ol’ you. You were a freaking angel… Past the thieving, infiltration, ass kicking, identity scams and other slightly illegal things you got up to that was.

Sam was grinning, he enjoyed teasing you a little too much. Which meant you wouldn’t get to work out until you could shut him up. Never an easy task with the tall-as-a-skyscraper man. It wasn’t like you could just slap your hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking. Not without climbing him like some kinda jungle gym. 

He was the little brother you never had, even if he towered over you, and you loved annoying him. But sibling love went both ways, and you knew he saw you as his sister too. Which meant he’d take any chance he got to make fun of you, just as readily as you’d take even the slightest opportunity presented to you to annoy him.  Unfortunately, he’d had way more practice at being the infuriating younger sibling than you’d ever had at being the troublesome older sister.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sam,” You huffed, pulling your (Y/H/C) hair out of your face as you walked across the room. Shooting a quick glance towards the door you just walked through. Just in case Dean had somehow materialized out of thin air and caught his brother’s words. 

“What? So you weren’t crossing your fingers, hoping Dean would be your… What was it? ‘Mr. Nice Guy’?” 

Rolling your eyes at him, you glared in his direction as you got ready to warm up. However, the scowl you threw at him wasn’t exactly very threatening when paired with how you kept glancing towards the door, worried that Dean would walk in. 

Especially not when you bent over at the waist to stretch your body and loosen up to be ready for the work out. You’d yet to find someone who could look threathening while warming up pre-workout.

Sam knew exactly how you felt about his brother. And he never let you forget it. Maybe it was the fact that Dean was just a flirty guy, and you always reacted like a damned teenager whenever he turned on the charm, or maybe how you always found some excuse to stay close to your resident hitter when off the clock, joking around and just enjoying his presence. Either way, Sam was just too smart for his own fucking good and had easily picked up on your feelings. 

Luckily those same smarts also meant he knew better than to go tattling to the rest of your crew. 

Just because your job entailed sneaking around in the shadows, it didn’t mean you couldn’t kick some serious ass when you needed to. Hell, you’d been in the game since childhood, and since you turned 15 you’d been in it alone, while running from the mafia organization who’d raised you. You could kick his ass any day of the week, and Sam knew it. 

Not that you’d guess it from seeing how you fidgeted in place, casting nervous glances towards the door between scowls in Sam’s direction and weak attempts at limbering up. He’d clearly found his calling in trying to be your cupid, and you really didn’t want him to be. 

You needed a spotter, not a wingman.

“Why don’t you just tell him? Instead of batting those (Y/E/C) doe eyes at him and hoping he’ll get it? Dean can be a bit blind to the obvious,” Sam continued, clearly not ready to drop it, even as he reached a hand out to help you stretch out your back. The teasing glint was still fully visible in his hazel eyes, but you also saw genuine affection there. He really did care, even if he was annoyingly persistent about it. 

“I can’t just tell him Sammy, and don’t you dare say a thing either,” You shot back as soon as you straightened back up, eyes once more glancing at the thankfully empty doorway. 

“It’s not hard. C’mon, say it with me (Y/N) ‘I love you D...” 

Damn him, he really had the irritating brother act down to a pat. And yeah, you loved him like a brother. Which meant half the time you wanted to strangle him with a jump rope. Which the gym had plenty of.

“Shhh! Shut up and spot me. Your brother is right down the hall and I swear, if he hears you…” You grumbled, making sure to shoulder check him as you walked past him towards the weight bench. Though, at your height, you basically just bumped into his lower bicep, which didn’t even move him a tiny bit. 

Thankfully, Sam was smart. Which meant he knew when he’d pushed a joke just far enough to annoy, but not so far as to get an elbow to the diaphragm. So instead, he simply laughed, as he followed you over to the weights section of the home gym.

Sliding down on the weight bench, you took a few steadying breaths as he readied your weights for the bench presses. Needing no further indication on what you were there to do, since your weight reps were on a more or less set schedule and endurance focused rather than just straight up strength. 

“Hey Sammy, I need a bit extra weight today, either that or more reps. I have too much energy to burn,” You spoke the words to the ceiling, as you listened to the weights falling into place on the bar, stretching your arms above your head and shivering slightly when the cold plastic of the bench hit your bare midriff, since you’d opted for a shorter workout tank top for the day. Given how your body was already uncomfortably hot from just being around Dean.

“More reps then. You’re not tearing up your muscles right before a case (Y/N),” Sam shot back from somewhere to the right of you. 

The Winchester brothers shared the responsibility of being the workout coaches for the rest of your team. Well, mainly for you. Since you tended to push your body too far if you were left to your own devices. So, any change to your rep plan was run through them.

“Soooo… 30?” You tried, hoping ¨he’d let you double your normal reps, though you knew the chances of that were slim to none-existent. 

“20, and not one more, remember you do three to five rounds of these reps, plus barbell squats, leg curls, dumbbell…” 

“Yeah, yeah… I know my routine,” You pouted, rolling your shoulders and sticking your tongue out at him as he came into view behind you once you pushed your head back. Your hands lifted to curl around the cool bar, flexing your fingers to ensure your grip on it was secure.

“Count ‘em,” 

Lifting the bar off the rack, you focused on your breathing. Letting your mind drift away with the pleasant burn in your muscles from the repetitive motions. Until the reps all flowed into each other and you put all that useless energy and downright filthy adrenaline to good use. 

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“I’ll take over Sammy,” 

You were on your final runthrough of your reps, having decided to finish after four sets. And just in the middle of the fifteenth bench press, when Dean’s voice pulled you out of the zone. Nearly making you lose your grip on the bar. Luckily, Sam was there to help you steady it as you placed it back on the rack and sat up, reaching for your water bottle.

“Damn it Dean, you nearly killed me,” You gasped, trying to even out your breathing and throwing a grateful smile to Sam as he handed you your towel. Your body was spent, and your muscles were screaming. Clearly Sammy had been right to stop you from doubling your rep amount. You doubted you’d even make it through the last one without needing to stop. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll knock next time,” Dean grinned, giving his brother an affectionate pat on the shoulder as he tagged himself in and let Sam go wash up. 

Luckily you’d already burned most of your energy, but the sight of Dean in his workout wear still somehow got the embers of fire in your veins to act up again as you dropped back down against the bench. Lifting slightly shaky arms up and stretching them to dull the ache that was already starting to build. 

“How many have you done?” He asked, wiping down the bar for you as he leaned over it to look down at you. Green eyes bright and focused as he filled your vision with only him, framed against the concrete ceiling. 

“I’m on the final interval, only four today. Rep 15 out of 20,” You smiled back, forcing your mind to stay on your workout and not on the way his t-shirt clung to him. Or on how his arms across the steel bar tensed and looked absolutely mouthwatering. 

“Twenty? You’re on fifteen reps (Y/N), not twenty,” He frowned, looking not at all pleased with your additional five reps per exercise. Though there was no way in hell you could tell him you needed the additional physical punishment just to deal with the dirty little daydreams of him in your mind. 

“Extra energy to burn. You know I get antsy when we’re left playing the waiting game before a new case,” 

The white lie slipped easily past your lips as you tried to refocus your attention on a blank spot of ceiling above you. Raising your arms up, you curled your fingers around the bar, just as Dean leaned back and spread those stupidly perfect bow legs to ground himself, getting ready to spot you. 

“... Right, final round, then you spot me,” He grumbled, knowing better than to keep arguing and letting your body cool down too much from the workout. 

Training with Dean was like a fucking double, if not tripple, workout. It always was. Past the physical strain of your muscles and the endurance needed to push your body to the limit, you were also left trying to control your poor heart. The overexcited muscle getting an aerobics exercise like no other just from the proximity of the damned greek god of a man. 

The way he’d brush against you, your hot skin heating up even more from every barely there touch. Big hands and calloused fingers, always lingering against your slightly flush skin. His voice in your ear when he stepped behind you and placed a big palm on your lower back to help correct your form. The direct touch against your bare lower back sending shots of pure unadulterated electricity through you, which only grew in intensity as he pushed his body against yours to further shape and correct your stance.

Damn it, this was not the release you’d hoped for it to be. And by the time you finished the last set, you were just as worked up as you’d been before you even got started. It would have to be yet another cold shower for you. Damn him and his… Shit. 

Where was your snarky quick wittedness when you needed it?

“Thirty reps?” You questioned, slightly breathlessly, as you patted the towel against your neck and reached out for your water bottle. Stretching your body and shaking away that pleasant tremble from a good workout while you followed Dean back to the bench. Stopping just a few steps behind him to watch as he bent over to wipe down the bench, giving you a front row seat to a view of that damned perfect ass in his loose workout sweats.

Mentally tongue-tied, cotton mouthed and filthy minded, you nearly missed his cocky grin and raised eyebrow. A clear indication that he’d caught you checking him out. Though you’d of course still pretend you didn’t. You were an innocent sweet summer child; your mind was unicorns and rainbows, not hot skin, teeth and tongue. 

“Yeah… Actually, let’s do 35. I think I have some extra energy to burn too,” He finally said as he fell back against the bench. Groaning as he stretched his body and rewarded you with a glimpse of that perfectly toned stomach below his t-shirt. 

Walking around the bench, you somehow managed to keep your fingers from brushing over his taut body on the bench. Which, considering your profession was all sticky fingers and an attraction to anything shiny or gorgeous, was a damned miracle. 

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Spotting Dean was always harder than the toughest case to crack. Not because you needed to actually do much. The man was a damned perfect specimen, lifting the weights easily and barely even breaking a sweat. It was, however, yet another hellish workout for your poor frustrated libido and heart. Standing there, ready to spot him, you had the perfect chance to ogle him indiscriminately. 

Watching as those perfectly muscular arms strained against the weights, lips slightly parted around sharp breaths and brow furrowed in concentration, showing just the slightest sheen of sweat from the physical exertion. He was damned near too much for you to handle. 

Just the sight of those muscles moving like liquid under his shirt, adding extra layers to your dirty daydreams of how that same hard body would feel if you were to run your fingers down his muscular back, with his body towering over yours on the bed. Pupils' wide and sharp breaths replaced by groaned moans… 

Yeah, you definitely needed a cold shower. 

Fucking arctic; ice cubes instead of water if possible.

Luckily for you, or unluckily, depending on how you viewed it, Dean only got two sets into his workout. Before he was pulled out of it, and you were pulled out of your absolutely downright dirty mind, by Charlie popping her head in through the door. 

“Operations room in fifteen!” She called out, barely stopping to raise a knowing eyebrow at your clearly hot and bothered state before she raced off to find the rest of your group. Apparently the plan for the party infiltration had been coming together while you were busy trying to work up a sweat, and not the fun kind.

Throwing a bottle of water towards Dean, you shot him a wink and a shaky smile, before you hurried out of the room. Rushing to hide your breathless, mentally tongue-tied state from the stupidly handsome hitter. For once thankful for the possibility of more manila folders and pre-heist planning.

Still before you got ready to pull off the heist, you’d have to pull off the quickest cold shower ever. Unless you wanted to sit through hours of planning in Charlie’s intelligence HQ all sweaty, hot and bothered. Hopefully your cold shower could at least help with one of those three things. And unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be your filthy mind that followed the water down the drain. 

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[kiseiakhun]

Smash or Pass: Roy, Garth, Dick, Starfire, Raven, Kyle

Titans Go!

Roy: you know the answer. I know the answer. Everyone knows the answer. Smash. 100% I would smash. I would smash him like a wineglass against a hard marble floor. I would smash him like I accidentally smashed my phone screen two months ago while walking back from the grocery store. I want to ride him until my legs wobble and give out. I want to feel his weird possibly sentient soul patch drag over my thighs and give me beard burn. Idc if it's pathetic n52 garbage rat Roy. Would smash. Want to smash. It hurts me that I can't smash. Roy Harper pls come into this world so I can smash, i have dark hair, I am your type. You can dress me in a skimpy kimono and call me Cheshire if you want, idc.

Garth: SMASH. SMASH SMASH SMASH. I want him to hold me down with his big arms and (a truck barrels past honking loudly)

Dick: okay so this is hard. If he approaches me in full Richard Grayson mode I feel like I wouldn't be interested because he'd feel too much like another subby guy looking for a mommy gf to step on them. Yes, he's pretty, but I wouldn't be INTERESTED, you know? However knowing him in his entirety I know he must be a freak in bed. He would make me feel loved. Idk if that's a good thing though because one or both of us might have a breakdown mid sex because it feels Too Intimate and idk how I feel knowing he's staring down at me mid coitus comparing me to his dad. Like even if he doesn't want to fuck his dad there's some level of psychosexual obsession going on there and I Do Not Want To Get Involved. I don't have red hair though so idk if I even have a chance. Then again, dick HAS hooked up with Asians before, so maybe? I just assume everyone in the dcu has an Asian fetish because some senior editor in the new titans age definitely did. Does. They're probably still alive, it wasn't that long ago. Look at all the Asian baby mamas running around in the dcu. Does marvel has this many Asian baby mamas? Someone who knows marvel comics, tell me.

(I have just had my first coffee of the day, if things devolve into incoherence past this point, blame the ice capp. I forgot how much caffeine these things have.)

Anyway. If I want to insert myself in the psychosexual obsession between father and not-adopted son, I think I would choose Garth and Arthur. They're like. All the subtext between Bruce and Dick but for them it's not even subtext. Like Bruce only tossed dick at deaths door a couple of times, but Arthur ACTUALLY tried to kill Garth, you know? And Garth already has precedence for stealing Arthur's fiance, I think he gets off on it, I think it stokes his ego. And I definitely want to stoke Garth's ego, and also stoke other things. I want to make him happy. I'm much more invested in making Garth happy than in making dick happy because dick experiences one moment of happiness and self sabotages himself just like his dad who he insists he has no similarities to, none at all. I would say he needs therapy but he's gone to therapy and it didn't fix him. Also, Garth is less likely to cheat on me (because he never shows up and has no chance of character development)

"But kis," you say, "this is just about smashing, who cares about a lasting relationship?" This is DICK GRAYSON. You think DICK GRAYSON can do a one night stand? You think he can keep his feelings out of it? Dick of "wow Roy how can you have all these one night stands and casual fuckbuddies, I could never," fame. You think you can have a one night stand with Dick Grayson? Either I'm sleeping with him because I'm a supervillain trying to get to someone through him, looking for evidence that can link Nightwing to his every id so I can use it to blackmail Bruce into becoming my sugar daddy, or I'm the newest complication thrown between him and his current redhead of the week, depending on whether the writer ships dickbabs or dickkori. Like I think the sex WOULD be worth it but I think it would also leave me with an emotional void that I would try to fill with more casual sex, but somehow it never feels like enough. Nothing would ever fulfill me again.

Except Roy. Roy could fix me. Roy is used to fixing Dick's mistakes, what's one more to add to the mix. Fuck. I just accidentally made this Jayroy. moving on.

Starfire: SMASH. Show me how they do it on Tamaran, princess. I would sleep with her for industry connections but then she'd be so good to me I'd end up falling in love.

Raven: normal raven doesn't interest me that much but I would absolutely smash evil sexy raven. The one that got Kori pregnant that one time. The raven of "Gar Logan is here to get down and get funky" fame. I do not have a hypnokink but I WOULD let evil sexy raven mind control me just to lure Kori into her bed and disgard me once I'm no longer useful.

Kyle: unfortunately yes I would smash and yes I am ashamed about it. < Wally, probably. He's so pathetic and annoying and I am into it 😔 I wouldn't even be drawn in by his failgirl qualities. I would get drawn in by his pretentious artist schtick. He'd pull his straight man art kid moves on me and it would WORK. Yes I WILL swoon over his passion for his craft and his amateur understanding of philosophy and yes I will romanticize his messy, scattered nature as his natural artist inclination. And also I would get him some Adderall. Yes I will let him shotgun me after we sneak away from a party thrown by an acquaintance half removed form the both of us and drive him back to his apartment (because he can't drive) and make sweet love to him and hold him as he sobs about his dead girlfriend after he accidentally tells me he loves me. And after all that I still won't block his number. I'll be like 🥺 he's such a sensitive soul... and let him hit me up whenever he's back on earth. I could only do this with Kyle because he's on earth maybe 3 months out of the year so I only have intermittent exposure to his everything. If I had to see him consistently I'd get tired and ghost him within the second week. But I would still do it. I would let him pull fuckboy moves on me and it'll work ):

#asks #chronomotive #ask games #Ice capps are really strong.

[akus-bf]

some (relationship) headcanons for dazai!!

this is gonna be my first actual writing, so im sorry if its not that great. this turned into more of a brainrot then straight up hcs but its fineeee

enjoy<3

about the fic: gn!reader × dazai, both romantic and platonic. not sure in what category to put this in, its gonna be fluff with some angst sprinkled on top i guess?

dazai hcs:

i feel like he wouldn't be that big on dating and relationships, mostly because he doesn't trust people easily.

so, on that note you might have to know him for a while. maybe since he was still in the port mafia/from the dark era.

but, if you did somehow manage to end up with him, i think things can go one or two ways.

first: (in which we say he probably knows you for a while and trusts you enough) i think he would be more careful(?) with you if he trusts you. i think he would still be teasing and stuff, but he does care about you and it shows. i feel like he would also definitely be more loyal if he knows and trusts you, though dazai might still flirt with some other people for no reason other than to get you a little bit jealous, but it means nothing. he just wants a reaction out of you.

second: (if he doesn't know you for that long) so i have mixed feelings on this. dazai is a bit of a womaniser, so i wouldn't be surprised if he would flirt with other people when he's in a relationship with you, especially if he didn't know you for long. i feel like he might be a bit more manipulative and straight up use you for his needs, whether it is emotional or physical.

i think trust=care/love for dazai, so if he doesn't trust you that much, he probably doesn't care about you that much either.

dazai id definitely touch starved, i bet he loves to cuddle, hold hands or just feel you lean your head on his shoulder or something, since it reminds him you're there and he's not alone anymore.

i think he might ask you to help him out with his bandages once he trusts you enough, if you do it once, expect him to ask you again.. and again. he feels safe in your arms, can you blame him?

i think he would genuinely melt on the inside if you remember small things about him. for exemple: you hear him talking about some food/sweet that he likes one day and then you bring it to him the next. dazai will literally be so happy, since wow. you actually care enough about him to pay attention to things he does or say even if it didn't actually involve you? he's honoured.

if you work in the ada too, he will definitely ask you for help. not that he actually needs it, he can perfectly do his work on his own. but its way better to ask you for help, why? because not only does he get help on his work, but he also gets to spend some extra time with you! what can be better than that?

dazai will definitely love to play small pranks or whatever with you.

when you tell him you're anxious or insecure about something, i feel like hed start to compliment you from head to toe, because how dare you think lowly of yourself?

another more angsty thing, but i think he will have periods of time where he isolates himself from you (and mostly everyone else too). its nothing personal, he just has moments where he feels like shit (depressive episodes) but he will definitely really appreciate it if you came by to check on him. maybe just to see how he's doing, or to bring him some food or sweets or anything.. he would also really appreciate it if you help him clean his depression room, since it can get really messy.

dazai absolutely loves it when you dress up and stuff, will hype you up too. it doesn't matter if you're actually going somewhere fancy or its just you dressing up (since you're part of a subculture maybe), he's gonna be giving you compliments the whole time.

give him little gifts, like hand made necklaces or bracelets, maybe some hand written notes/letters or maybe a little drawing/doodle you made of him. he'll keep them forever.

loves showing you off.

dazai will be so happy if he has a lover/friend that matches his chaotic energy.

@dinonuggets0 do your thing pookie :3

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[mysteriouslover1516]

Loki Laufeyson (Part 2)

One month later you are interrupted from your reading as your phone rings. You check the caller ID then quickly answer it. “Hello?”

Your cousin’s voice comes out worried, but also distant at the same time. “Hey, Bridget. It’s Natasha, can you come to the tower? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, what’s up?” You ask, already slipping your sandals on.

Nat sighs, “I’ll explain it all when you get here, deal?”

“Ok,” you answer, slightly nervous at how abrupt she was being. “I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

“K,” Natash says and hangs up.

You drive towards the tower, irritated at how thick the traffic is. When you finally make it to Stark’s corporation building you park your car in the visitor parking area near the front. Then you sprint over to the entrance of the Tower and are greeted by the famous billionaire himself.

“What are you doing in my building?” Tony demands, his brown hair a mess and tone impatient.

“I’m Bridget Romanoff,” you say politely, “cousin of-”

“Aha!” Tony seizes your wrist and pulls you along as he walks deeper into the building. “So you’re the one who fell in love with reindeer games.” He makes a disgusted face and picks up his pace, not letting go of your wrist.

“Reindeer games?” You ask annoyed and yank your wrist out of his grip. “What the heck do you want with me?”

Tony crosses his arms, “Maybe I’ll put you in prison for conspiring with a villian!” 

“Tony!” Natasha’s voice rings out and you look over to see your cousin walking over to you with a grim face. She is dressed in her black suit and her hair also seems a tad bit messy. “We need to discuss this in private,” she says in a low voice and gives Tony a meaningful look.

Tony grumbles, “Fine!” He then leads the way to a conference room in his massive building and dramatically says, “Right this way, your highness.”

You didn’t know if he was referring to you or Natasha, but either way Tony was becoming more of a jerk than you ever considered him to be.

Natasha walks into the room with you following behind her, “What’s this about?” You ask and cross your arms nervously.

Tony snorts, “Like you don’t know!”

“Enough!” Natasha commands and glares at the billionaire. “Go get the others.”

“The others?” You question and look back and forth from both of them.

Tony whines and walks out, nearly stomping his feet.

Natasha looks at you, slightly sympathetically but also in a firm way. “Now look, Bridget, you need to tell us everything you know. The others aren’t too happy about this, you don’t want to get in trouble.”

“I don’t understand,” you say and sit down then run your fingers through your hair, a sign that you were getting stressed.

A man with short, blonde hair walks into the room and you look up and stare at him in shock. He wore a suit that was definitely patriotic, and that was an understatement.

“Captain America,” you murmur and the man looks at you with a small smile. “Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

“You’re in the Smithsonian museum,” you say, slightly dazed.

Steve reddens, “It’s certainly odd, ma’am. Being famous and all.”

You remember your manners and say, “I’m Bridget Romanoff, Natasha is my cousin.”

Another man walks in with short brown hair, with a quiver slung over his shoulder. His face is bruised slightly, like he lost a fight against someone.

“Barton,” Natasha nods her head as a greeting and you feel like there’s something that is not being said out loud between them.

“Hawkeye,” you remember what Natasha had told you about Barton.

“Clint Barton,” the archer says in a cold voice and then seats himself at the table and refuses to make eye contact with you again.

You share a look with Nat that says, What the heck did I do to make nearly everyone so mad at me?

Another man walks in who you immediately recognize and you nearly fall out of the chair. “Thor.”

Thor looks at you and then says in a booming voice, “Lady Bridget!”

You resist the urge to cover your ears, “Mhmmm.” You stare at him and wonder if he’s going to yell at you too.

Tony finally waltzes back into the room, “Oh, glad everyone could make it.” He says sarcastically.

“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” You ask and apprehensively wait for Tony to start accusing you of something.

“It’s Loki, Bridget.” Natasha says quietly.

“It seems my brother has decided to take over New York.” Thor offers, not lowering his voice and you feel a headache coming on. “We captured him momentarily on the Quinjet, but he escaped.”

“How?” You ask as your face pales.

“He stabbed Phil Coulson,” Nat hangs her head.

“Loki would never-”

“I’m sorry, your perfect little boyfriend is not the person you thought he was.” Tony sneers, “In fact your boyfriend is a madman!”

“He’s not!” You yell at Tony.

Clint scoffs, “He mind controlled me! I shot my own men because of him!”

You shake your head, “I don’t understand, he doesn’t have that power. He can’t-”

Clint slams his chair back from the table, “Don’t you dare tell me what he can and can’t do! Not until he takes over your mind!”

“Clint!” Natasha reprimands.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Clint walks off angrily, leaving you speechless.

“Did you know anything about this, Lady Bridget?” Thor asks.

“No,” you whisper and hold back the tears. “He never mentioned this to me.”

“Likely story,” Tony laughs.

You glare at Tony, “I always thought you were a good man, you got issues, but overall I thought you were a hero! I guess I was wrong!” You composed yourself and quietly scootched your chair back. “How is Phil?”

“He’s gone, ma’am.” Steve finally speaks,”I’m so sorry.”

“You’re right, Loki isn’t who I thought he was. But just so we’re even, Stark, this also means that Loki never loved me like I thought he did, think about that.” Your eyes fill with tears and you quickly excuse yourself and walk out of the room.

“Bridget,” Natasha’s voice calls out to you and you feel a hand on your shoulder in seconds.

“Don’t!” You raise your voice at her, “You knew they’d interrogate me! You knew that they’d accuse me of things I never did or knew about! You led me into a trap!”

Natasha sighs, “I had to, it was the only way. I’m sorry I had to use you, Bridget. I’m sorry about Loki.”

You wipe your eyes, “I’m sorry about Clint, I know you and him share a bond deeper than friendship. I’m sorry Loki-” you choked back a sob, “sorry that Loki mind controlled him. I’m sorry about Phil, I-” You shake your head and walk away, ignoring Natasha begging you to come back.

You needed a break, you needed time to think, your world had literally fallen apart in that room.

You climb into your car and then the floodwaters let loose. Loki wasn’t who you thought he was, Loki was a villain. Loki wasn’t yours, he had fooled you. You cry and resist the urge to honk your horn, desperate to take your anger out on something, someone.

You hear a tap on your window and you look up.

“Lady Bridget!” Thor booms. “Please let me talk to you for a minute.”

You wipe your eyes and open your car door. “I’m sorry I blew up in there, Thor, I-”

“The man of iron was instigating it all,” Thor says, refusing to take your apology. “His speech is not elegant or kind, he is an arrogant man.”

“It’s devastating knowing that the one you thought who loved you, is an imposter.” You whisper.

Thor places his hands on your shoulders. “Did you not wonder, Lady Bridget, how I came to know your name?”

You pause, you had known Thor from Loki’s stories and description, but how would Thor have known about you unless Nat or-

“Loki confided in me about you.” Thor says gently. “I thought he was dead.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“When Loki returned from his banishment, a war broke out in Asgard. I was sent to Midgard/Earth to learn a lesson. Loki allowed ice giants to enter the kingdom. Needless to say in the end, instead of acknowledging his sins and taking responsibility for his actions, he chose to commit suicide by letting himself fall into a black hole.

“That’s why he hadn’t visited me for over five months,” you realize.

“He does love you, Bridget. He was so scared he’d mess up.” Thor says kindly.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Well, he’s certainly messed up now.” Immediately your mind is flooded with Loki’s last words to you, “No matter what happens, never forget that I love you.” You choke back another sob, “What was he like, Thor?”

“Different.” Thor answers, “Loki always had a streak of rebellion in him-”

“The god of mischief,” You smile sadly at the thought.

“Yes, but now he is different. He is more sinister, more dark, I’ve never seen him like this.” Thor shakes his head.

“You should know as well as I do that Loki does not have the power to control minds, this isn’t just him.” You insist, starting to see a glimmer of hope.

Thor nods, “I sense that there is another force at work here.”

“Who?” You ask.

“I can not know for sure yet, Lady Bridget.” Thor suddenly remembers something, “Did Loki tell you who he really was, his heritage?”

“He’s the son of Odin,” You look at him confused.

“He’s an ice giant,” Thor says as softly as he can. “He’s the son of Laufey.”

“Aren't the ice giants evil though?!” Your voice raises. “How is this possible?”

“He’s adopted.”

You feel like you’re going to faint and you brace yourself on your car. “So Loki isn’t related to you by blood? Not like there’s any visible similarities, but…..”

“No,” Thor answers and looks at you strangely, “Are you feeling well, Lady Bridget?” “I’ll be fine in a moment, but thank you.” You say, not knowing if you would ever be okay again.

Thor nods, “We will find him, I promise.”

“Tony won’t kill him?” You ask fearfully.

“Not if I can help it,” Thor reassures you.

You let out a sigh, “When you find him, let me know, I want to see him.”

“I will do my best, now I must be going.” Thor says.

You smile, “Thank you, Thor, for everything.”

“I am glad to finally meet the Midgardian Loki was forever talking about,” Thor laughs.

You watch as the god of thunder walks back into the tower and you reseat yourself in your car. As you drive, thoughts battle within your mind for dominance and attention. Loki was back, but Phil was dead, dead because of Loki.

Hey lovelies ;) I started this story a few years ago, I hope some of you can appreciate it still, lol. Depending on how many reviews and likes I get, I might post more in this series. Thank you for giving me a chance!

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[bowiebond]

Two Rules, Boy

A Jonathan x Neil oneshot ☠️

CW: Neil. Neil is a fucking warning. Consensual turned dub/noncon, underage Jonathan (17), daddy issues, spanking, virgin bottom Jonathan, forced cum eating, blowjobs, gagging, little to no prep, painful sex, crying, blood, violence, degradation, implied incest & SA, Past Child Abuse, infidelity (Jancy), slurs

Set post Billy’s death, pre Byers move

It was a chance meeting. It could have been anyone for either of them. Maybe that’s just how fate is. A cruel prankster who thinks they’re just so funny.

“You look a little young for this place.” Jonathan flinched from where he had been staring at his drink. It tasted awful, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish it despite buying it. It smelt like the cheap shit his dad used to down like water.

He was dressed casually. Deep blue and black flannel with specks of white from the plaid design, tucked into dark jeans secured with a belt. Jonathan mistook him for any other small town guy. A well groomed trucker maybe since he had hands that weren’t blackened with grease.

“I’m old enough.” Jonathan spared a small smile, gesturing to his drink as if that would sell his lie. He had eye bags that could put a thirty year old nightshift worker to shame. That was his ID into these places.

He sipped the drink and tried not to grimace at the burn in the back of his throat, the taste that killed any feeling in his tongue for a few seconds.

“Still. You look young. You shouldn’t be in a place like this.”

Jonathan knew that. It was a hotspot for gay guys, the occasional lesbian. It was the only one near Hawkins and Jonathan shouldn’t be here. Mostly because he had a girlfriend but he’s been considering breaking up with her ever since his mom announced the move to California. He didn’t know if he could do long distance. He didn’t know if he could even afford college in a years time, especially not the one Nancy wanted them to go to.

Everything was changing again and Jonathan would suffer through it without complaint like he did when they left Lonnie behind, but it didn’t mean he had to like being uprooted again when he had something good here this time. Or decent at least. California might be hell. Or better. Jonathan didn’t know and it hurt to even think about, so he stopped. He chucked his drink back and swallowed, screwing his eyes shut when they burned a little. He cleared his throat and felt a little dizzy from how quickly he downed it.

“If you know what this place is, then you shouldn’t be reprimanding me for being here.” Jonathan looked at him, his dark moustache and strong jaw, short cropped hair. Looked like the authoritarian type. Probably did time in the military from the way he stood, back straight, chin jutted ever so slightly. He didn’t look relaxed at all, and Jonathan couldn’t tell if that was just him or something else.

He offered him a tight smile.

“You shouldn’t be disrespectful to your elders. Your father didn’t teach you manners, boy?”

“My names Jonathan. And no. My dad was a useless drunk.” He was more than that, worse when he delved into the details, but he wasn’t going to spill his sob story to this man. In this kind of place, you had two goals. Get shitfaced, and get laid.

“We have one thing in common.” His smile looked a little more genuine this time, if a bit resentful, lips closed, stretched thin. He took a sip of his whiskey.

“Your dad was a drunk too?”

“Only reason I never overindulged in anything that wasn’t a red or white.”

“I’m not much of a drinker either.” Jonathan looked away to the floor, leaning an elbow on the bar. He jumped when the older man moved it off, calloused hand holding his elbow.

“Never heard the phrase, ‘elbows off the table’?”

“Does it count if it’s a bar?” Jonathan was tempted to shake him off, but it wasn’t bad. His hand was warm against his knobbly elbow. He had left his jacket in the car since it was still hot out, even in the evening it was humid.

“You really have no respect, do you?” He chuckled, shaking his head and taking another sip.

“I only respect people who earn it.”

“That’s a dangerous line to walk on, boy.”

“Not every adult deserves respect off the bat.” Jonathan said before he could think on the chance that separating himself from adulthood was not a good look, but the older man said nothing, just pursed his lips.

“You really shouldn’t come to places like this. You can’t get yourself a girlfriend?”

“Can’t screw the queer out of me, unfortunately.” He drawled sarcastically and he chuckled, seeming to be amused.

“If only. World would be a better place.” Jonathan’s stomach roiled at the way he phrased, but refrained from fight him on it. If this guy had demons to deal with, that wasn’t his business. For once, he wasn’t going to try to fix the broken thing in front of him. He’s not very good at fixing things. Only the occasional pep talk.

“What are you here for then?”

“Someone younger.” He looked out into the crowd as he said it, sipping his whiskey, and Jonathan felt a faint kick of arousal in his gut when his dark eyes caught his over the glass in the dim bar. The lanky brunet swallowed and shifted on his feet. “And you?”

“…Someone older.” He couldn’t meet his eyes when he said it, turning back to his empty glass with his elbows propped up on the bar. His back straightened when a warm hand ran up it, inhaling sharply. He smelt like aftershave and old spice as he stood behind him, close enough for his skin to buzz with anticipation but for nothing to touch.

With a small tug, he brought his elbow off the bar, his forearms resting against it instead as the older man ran his hands up his arms and squeeze his shoulders.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He murmured, a touch disapproval in his tone, and Jonathan’s ears burned.

“Sorry.” It’s quick, hushed, and the other doesn’t back away. Jonathan’s glad for it. He’s not much shorter than the older man, but the guys still bigger. Once upon a time, that made him anxious, made him scared.

Now, it made the blood rush down south. He could feel his cock filling slowly, creating a bulge in his loose jeans. He sent a silent apology to the heavens, his mother and Nancy for what he was about to do.

He licked his lips nervously and turned his head to get a glance at him.

“You never told me your name.” He needed a name, something to call him by.

The older man squeezed his shoulders once more, dropping his hands from his shoulders to his waist with a soft sigh that made Jonathan shiver.

“Neil. But you’ll call me ‘sir’.” Jonathan’s cock was fully hard now, and distracting, especially with the way it twitched at the title. Better than daddy. Jonathan had enough issues.

“Okay.” Jonathan said softly and Neil gripped his waist tighter.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay…sir.” The word was foreign on his tongue, but he spoke it softly and Neil’s grip eased.

“Good. Come with me.” Jonathan wondered how many times he had been here to know where he wanted to take him, but he followed obediently, trying awkwardly to conceal his erection from the rest of the bar.

The bathroom was stuffy, but currently empty, and Jonathan was thankful because once Neil guided him into one of the only stalls with a functioning lock, he didn’t know how well he could stifle his voice. He had never done anything public like this. He skin was alight with nerves, watching at Neil locked the door. He rolled his shoulders back, dropping them and turning around to face Jonathan.

“Your father didn’t teach you proper manners. So I’ll do it for him.” Neil took his jaw in hand, not gentle but not harsh. Jonathan flexed it beneath his fingers, gaze caught by intense dark eyes.

“I’ve never done this before.” Jonathan admitted, mouth moving before he could process it. “With a guy, I mean.” He quickly corrected.

“I’m not a ‘guy’, boy.” Neil’s grip grew tighter. “I’m a man.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled, the word slipping out without a second thought. It was like his mouth and his brain were losing connection the longer he was alone with him.

“Sorry, what?” He clenched his jaw, stern, and Jonathan stood taller in reaction to it.

“Sorry, sir.” He remedied and Neil eased his touch. It still ached, under his skin. He hadn’t felt such firm hands on him in years.

Neil’s worn hand slid forward and down, exploring the expanse of his pale throat. It clicked when Jonathan swallowed, the lightest pressure leaving him breathless.

“I have two things I pride myself in, boy.” Jonathan’s not sure if Neil even remembered his name. “Respect, and responsibility. Say it for me.”

Jonathan licked his dry lips as Neil’s hand rested upon the base of his throat, atop his collarbone.

“Respect and responsibility.”

“I’ll teach you the easy one first.” Neil touched his shoulder and applied pressure. Jonathan followed after a moment of confusion, flames igniting from the crackling wood in his belly. With one knee to the tiles, and then the other following, he was at Neil’s feet, cock beading pre inside his boxers.

Neil’s hand came up to his hair, sinking his fingers into the locks. Jonathan raised his gaze to the bulge in Neil’s dark jeans, stomach clenching as his cock throbbed.

“Taking responsibility.” He tightened his grip on his hair and raised Jonathan off his heels to bring him closer to his taunt zipper. Jonathan stared a moment, cheeks tingling before he looked up at Neil. The elder looked at him expectantly. “Go on. Get it out.”

Jonathan shifted, trying to ease the pressure of his cock as he reached up to unbuckle Neil’s belt. It felt like forever, pulling the leather free from the first loop, then pulling the clip from the hole and out the other loop. He doesn’t bother removing the belt entirely, and Neil doesn’t ask him to. He glanced up anxiously before flicking his gaze back to his task, unbuttoning the jeans with trembling fingers.

He was nervous, mostly. He hadn’t done this before. On a man, at least. Nancy liked his mouth, but then again, it was easier to make her come that way then to get wrist cramps trying to clumsily finger her. He pulled the zipper down and found his mouth beginning to water as he took in the thick cock trapped in white underwear. Neil was bigger than him. Jonathan felt that maybe, he should be miffed, but instead he was burning beneath his itchy clothing.

He tugged the waistband of the underwear and jeans lower, just enough for the cock to spring free. It was thick, brushing six inches, and hung low, off to the right. Jonathan swallowed hard, Neil’s hand running through his hair to push it back from his face. He looked up and Neil’s expression was impassive at best.

“Go on. You’re an adult, aren’t you? You must have an idea of what you do next.” Jonathan did, but he was looking for encouragement, instruction more so than taunting, yet it didn’t kill his arousal. Only heightened it. God, he must have a loose screw in his head.

He was seventeen about to blow a man who had to be about his own fathers age in a public bathroom. His mother would throw a fit.

“Hey. If I ask you a question, you answer.”

“Yes — sir.” Jonathan tacked the word on last second. “Sorry, sir.”

Jonathan placed a hand on his thigh, steading himself, and wrapped his hand around his cock. Neil let out a low, pleased hum, and it tickled up Jonathan’s spine, cheeks growing ruddy. He stroked the length, base to tip, and parted his lips to press an open mouthed kiss to the tip. Start small. Work his way through.

A kiss to the crown, a lick along the underside, a soft suckle of the slit that tasted of bitterness. He could take his time. Neil was growing impatient though, and Jonathan could feel it in the tightening of the grip in his hair. He groaned softly and reached up to ease it, but he pried his hand away.

“Your approach won’t get you anywhere, boy. Responsibility is to be taken on without hesitation.” Jonathan grimaced as Neil let go to adjust his hold on the younger’s head. He took his cock in his other hand and tapped it to Jonathan’s pink lower lip. Jonathan shyly parted his lips, apprehensive about his skills.

Neil glided onto his tongue with ease and Jonathan opened his mouth wider to accommodate his girth, eyes falling shut as he focused on the hot flesh filling his mouth. Jonathan pinched his brows when Neil kept going past his mouth, brushing his gag reflexes and making the younger flinch back. His hand was firm though and Jonathan made a sound of protest as the older man began to rock his hips.

It was fine when it was teetering on the edge of his reflexes, but his cock hit the back of his throat and he gagged, shoving Neil back just enough to cough, ducking his head even as the tip of his spit soaked cock brushed his cheek.

Neil wrenched his head back and Jonathan winced, eyes squeezed shut.

“Respect and responsibility. It’s not hard to take responsibility, boy.” He spoke sternly, and Jonathan’s whole body burned.

“I haven’t- done this before.” He reiterated, tears in the corner of his eyes from the gag. “Sir.”

“I’m teaching you. If you wanna be a cocksucker, then you can stand to do it right. Be grateful.” He huffed out through his nose and Jonathan was brought back to his cock, the length rubbing against his cheek. A small bloom of self loathing unfurled in his chest, that tiny feeling of failure and the need for approval making Jonathan parted his lips once more to let it into his wet, warm mouth. He gripped Neil’s unbuckled belt, squeezing the leather in both hands as he was guiding up and down his cock.

Neil fucked his mouth through the gagging this time, repetitive and nudging far enough to make his eyes water until he opened up his throat.

Neil took the chance to bury himself as deep as possible and Jonathan’s tight throat convulsed around his cock as he suppressed a gag, choking on it and the sudden lack of air. Spit was starting to spill from the corners of his lips as Jonathan’s eyes fluttered. He pulled back and Jonathan gasped for air, coughing as spit slipped down his chin.

He was better prepared for the next intrusion, Neil’s thrusts getting faster, gliding in and out of the wet hole, drool running down his bobbing throat as the older man made use of it. He could feel him throbbing on his tongue, pre coating his tastebuds as the man fucked his throat.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving Jonathan gasping and painfully hard. He should feel disgusted, being used so aggressively, but Neil’s hand was running through his hair now, smoothing it.

The older man took his jaw in hand and pulled him to his feet, Jonathan scrambling to follow. He almost tripped over his own two feet as he was pressed into the cold tile wall, moaning softly. His cock was crushed against the wall and it was the only relief he had gotten since he entered the bathroom.

Neil was against his back again, caging him there, and his breath smelt of whiskey. Not heavy, but Jonathan could sniff it out. He turned his face to the wall, Neil’s hands smoothing up and down his sides, over his scrawny frame.

“Fuck, can you—“ Neil grabbed his jaw roughly and clamped his mouth shut.

“Respect,” He hissed. “Means not swearing at your elders. Apologise.”

“‘M sorry,” He mumbled. Neil’s hand cracked against his ass and he cried out, biting his lip at the ache.

“Sorry what?” He sounded angry now, thumbs slipping into the waistband of his loose jeans. Jonathan moaned softly as they hooked into his underwear.

“Sir. Sorry, sir.” He corrected in a weak voice.

“Better.” Even though it should have been a compliment, it sounded like he was exasperated. Johnathan squirmed as his jeans fell around his ankles, underwear following. He flushed at being so exposed, the tip of his cock a deep red and leaking onto the tiles.

Neil bunched his shirt up to his neck, smoothing a hand down his back. His hand smacked against his left cheek, gripping the reddening flesh as Jonathan flinched and shied from it. Neil squeezed his ass and parted his cheeks to show off his pucker, untouched and twitching.

Neil pressed his wet cock between them and smeared the drying spit along his taint and crack, pressing the tip against the pucker hard enough to make Jonathan flinch in fear he’d really fuck him open dry. But he didn’t, just teased and taunted with his cock, reaching up to his face to stick two fingers in his mouth.

Jonathan groaned and lathered them in spit, getting the bigger picture. Neil snatched his hand back and pressed a finger into him. It was tight, the younger tense and Neil forced the finger in to the knuckle, Jonathan giving a little gasp. He clenched and squirmed.

“Feels weird.” He breathed, heat roaring in his gut as the older man spat on his ass, the dribble sliding down his crack and being used to keep him wet as he eased a second finger in. It was too soon, too quick, and he groaned, forced to take in as the man grabbed his hip, stilling him.

“I’m going to fuck you, boy.” Neil murmured in his ear, twisting his fingers deep inside him and Jonathan moaned. “I’m going go fuck you, so what do you say?”

“Th—“ Neil spat once more and fucked in a third finger, Jonathan’s face pinching as he spread his legs further. “Thank you- thank you, s-sir.” His mouth felt dry as the three digits stretched his ass out, a gasp slipping out when they brushed his sweet spot. It was like electricity, zapping through him, his deflating cock sparking back to life. “Fuck, please, please, right there, sir—!”

Neil cracked his palm against his ass, his ring splitting the skin, and Jonathan’s voice broke around his cry, flesh stinging hot and red as Neil continued to open him up.

“That fucking hurt, shit, don’t-“ He pulled his fingers out and hit him again on the other cheek, the spit swiped along the red handprint. Jonathan trembled. He had been shoved, smacked around, punched, but he had never been spanked before. Like a child. It was humiliating.

His watery eyes threatened to spill over as he bit his quivering lower lip.

“I told you not to swear at me, boy.” Jonathan’s stomach twisted with dread. He hadn’t meant to. God, he hadn’t meant to. Lonnie would have washed his mouth out with hot sauce and then soap if he was caught swearing in his vicinity, or at all. His mother was laxer on the rule.

“M sorry. I’m sorry, dad - sir.” His mind was scattered right now, and his tongue was loose. He quickly corrected himself but waited for the comment, the disgust, and honestly, Jonathan was disgusted in himself for even thinking about his father with his pants around his ankles.

Neil sighed.

“You need discipline, boy. A whole lot of it.” He tutted and pressed Jonathan into the wall. The brunet shivered, teary eyes widening when he felt the tip of his cock against his hole.

“W-wait,” Jonathan needed a moment, needed more preparation, Neil was thick and long and Jonathan was pretty sure he’d die if the older man fucked him right now.

Neil didn’t stop though, forcing his length inch by inch into the tight hole squeezing his cock in a death grip. Jonathan sobbed at the splitting ache that tore through his rim, his ass, Neil’s cock rocking deeper and deeper despite his babbled protests. His cock wilted at the pain, his cheeks blotchy and red as tears stained them. It hurt. It hurt so much, Jonathan wanted to puke.

“Hurts, please, stop, stop, sir, please.” He begged, whimpering when the man bottomed out, his cock sitting heavy and hard inside his ass. If he wasn’t sniffling and hiccuping at the burn, he might have moaned at how good it felt to be full. And it did, but everything else made his skin hot, eyes burn and throat tight.

“Of course it hurts. It’s your first time.” He said it like he didn’t just push into his spit prepped ass, like he had been gentle and nurturing even though Jonathan knew he hadn’t been. Yet his hiccups eased slowly, Neil’s hand coming around to strip his cock. Jonathan moaned despite the pain, pleasure taking his focus.

“That’s it. You can take it. A faggots only good for one thing, and you’re just now getting the hang of it.” Jonathan wanted to be offended, angry, but the word hurt more than anything. Hurt like the ache in his ass, slowly dissipating yet teetering around the edges. Neil changed the angle, releasing his cock to grip his hips as he began thrusting faster.

Stars burst behind his eyes as he nailed his prostrate, fucking right into it brutally. Jonathan’s eyes rolled back with a loud moan dragged out of his throat.

“All you fags are good for is being a spare pussy when there’s none putting out.”

He wailed as Neil slammed into him, his hands barely catching himself against the wall as the older man drilled his cock into his hole, chasing his releasing more than the brunets, hands bruising as they grabbed at his hips and waist and thighs, whatever gave him the best leverage to fuck the boys no-longer-virgin ass.

Jonathan’s sobs renewed, punctured by broken moans and enticing whimpers, cock drooling as Neil grunted and groaned, echoing in the bathroom. Jonathan didn’t know if anyone was in there with them, but if they were, he wasn’t even in the right state of mind to apologise for his volume.

“Fuck,” Neil grabbed the back of his neck and Jonathan moaned, sweaty face pressed against the cool tiles. “So tight. Shoulda done this years ago.” Jonathan groaned, clenching around his cock. Neil swore and slipped his hand into hair, wrenching his head back as his hips stuttered.

“God, Billy.” Jonathan’s lips feel open in a gasp as hot cum flooded into his hole, Neil fucking it deeper as he worked himself through his orgasm. A soft moan left his lips at the warmth, Neil pulling out and tapping his messy dick against Jonathan’s ass. His legs crumpled beneath him as his leverage disappeared, whimpering.

His ass ached dully now, full of a strangers cum. A stranger who moaned a name that wasn’t even his. He didn’t even cum.

Jonathan sniffled, reaching down to strip his cock, to finish himself off so he could leave. He should have stayed in with Nancy. Fuck.

Neil spun him around and Jonathan fell on his ass, jizz leaking from his puffy, red hole. There were streaks of pink on Neil’s cock and it made Jonathan nauseous. He should have used protection, a condom.

His legs were visibly shaking as Neil knocked them apart with his boots to stand between them. There was little fight left in the boy as he pried his jaw open and fed him his soft cock.

“Clean it. You made my dick dirty, boy.” Silent tears slipped down his cheeks as he sucked the cock clean, still aching to touch himself but too scared. He was glad Neil was older, that he needed more time to go another round, or else he was sure Neil would fuck his throat until he couldn’t speak.

He pulled the cock from his lips, a thin string of spit between the head and Jonathan’s lips.

“Now clean up your mess.” Neil gestured to the small puddle of cum growing beneath him. Jonathan recoiled and shook his head. The public bathroom floor was gross enough.

“That wasn’t a request. It was an order.” Neil shoved him to the floor and grabbed him by his hair, forcing his face into the mess with a stoic expression.

“Clean. Up. Your. Mess.” He bit out and Jonathan’s lips trembled as he tried not to cry again. He opened his mouth and tentatively licked at the puddle, suppressing a gag, trying not to think about it, about the bitter taste and the piss and chemicals on the floor.

“That’s it. Finally useful.” Neil patted his back and Jonathan sniffled, closing his eyes tight as he licked up the mess and swallow every bit like he was told. Neil wiped the cum from his cheek and nose and fed it to him when he was done.

Jonathan sat there, humiliated and unsure. His entire world felt flipped on an axis.

“You look good like that.” Neil crouched down to his level and patted his cheek with a disingenuous smile. Taunting him.

Eventually, his smile fell and he sighed.

“I think I’ll leave first, yeah? I have a long drive ahead of me.” Neil stood up tall and Jonathan closed his eyes in relief. He wanted him to go already so he could cum and go. This night was a mistake.

“Just to be safe.” Jonathan looked up at his words just as a fist cracked against his face and the world went black.

When Jonathan woke again, his ass was crusted with cum and leaking, his face and hair covered in the stuff too. His clothes were bundled in the corner of the stall he had been left in.

He tried to stand but slipped back down, his whole body aching. His dick was spent, a condom filled with spunk wrapped around it. Jonathan looked down at his chest and his stomach dropped.

LOCK THE DOOR AND USE ME

IM A SLEEPY FAG WHO LIKES IT ROUGH was scrawled across his chest, between his nipples. He dragged his fingers through the mess on his stomach and stared, wide eyed.

A sob bubbled up his throat. It came out rough, hoarse.

Fate was a sick prankster. And Jonathan was it’s unlucky victim today. He never should have come to the bar.

He prayed he’d never seen Neil whatever-his-last-name-is ever again.

#jonathan byers #byergrove technically 😂 #tw neil hargrove #tw corneilus hargrove #lemon #tw noncon

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

my main review of mister impossible is: wow, what a boring book.

declan continues to be an icon, the star, the hero, my babygirl, etc. literally he is such a great and endearing character who does not serve to be surrounded by this mess. put him in some other better book. matthew can come too. one of several "not bad but poorly executed" ideas in here was the idea that matthew is struggling with his dream identity but also maybe some of the stuff he's struggling with is just growing up (and being an orphan whose parents were dysfunctional, and also, what i would put in if i were writing this but also i feel like just what would be in here if it were good, being rich but discovering in himself a desire to live with dignity)

ronan: dreaming bryde was a fun reveal, no notes. i like the idea of bryde as ronan's id that he's dressed up as his superego, but i also don't want to get too attached to that because who knows what will happen in the next one. my favorite ronan content in this book is how completely fucking insane he has driven himself about his relationship with adam. a specific kind of content i am always hungry for for personal reasons is stories about teenagers or young adults in love that really zero in on how insane-making this phenomenon is when you're both very young and pretty fucked up, and there are like 12 sentences in this book that really delivered on that front. other than that, it's wild to me how someone who was such a vibrant and engaging, even if imperfectly written, character in TRC is so meh here. i think my main complaint carries over from what i said last time, which is that i think ronan's personal crisis just needed to be zeroed in on and brought out a little more. the book gestures towards it enough that you know what's going on (and the thing with adam's gloves over his or whatever was maybe the most effective image in the book), but it doesn't do enough to make you feel it. this feels related to point below.

hennessy: on paper, again, the idea that she like connected to or created the lace because of her traumatic upbringing, sure. why not. in practice, i don't understand how a character so boring exists. there is really something about her that feels 100% telling 0% showing. i also think that her relationship with ronan needed to be... i was gonna say fleshed out more but idek if that's what i mean. it just needed to be better. there needed to be more of a sense of the two of them having a relationship, a specific dynamic that was meaningful to each of them, both to make their chapters less boring and also to make hennessy's betrayal-ish at the end land better. this whole book was weird because it was like in some ways constant plot but also nothing happened, so like there was no time devoted to just character work but we also didn't get to know characters through the kinds of choices they made, because mostly, they didn't (except my babe declan).

oh we did get like ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER opening up with a weird little flashback vignette. um. i DO NOT know who told her this was a good way to write an action-heavy fantasy novel, but they are either stupid or a liar. completely slammed the breaks down on any potential momentum every time that happened, which was, again, almost every single chapter, like it was bananas. like why. all of that should have either been cut or integrated into the narrative. i've been thinking about why these books feel less alive than the raven cycle did, even though the raven cycle was also dumb and badly plotted, and i think it has to do with how much "characterization" is happening in this weird silo'd off way. i mean, ronan didn't even have POV chapters in the raven boys, but he (and noah!) still came across as real characters, because they revealed themselves through their interactions with other people. extremely little of that character work is happening here (and where it could be it feels rushed or forced - like jordan cheering matthew up about being a dream - not the worst scene but not earned, either) and i think it contributes to the sense that none of these people have personalities, even though she keeps beating us over the head with their personalities and struggles and blah blah blah.

sweetmetals are another "could be a cool idea in some other less boring book"

farooq-lane, i can't with that. no thank you. the most boring of all time. i do not want stief providing wuhluhwuh representation thanks and bye.

#the shmeamer shmilogy

[void-kissed]

oh i LOVED reading about how alectra would fit into the genshin plotline... if she were an NPC id be visiting her during every major plot beat to see what shes up to. she sounds like a very fun easter egg, kinda like those fatui guys who hang out near the mondstadt city waypoint

aaah thank you so much!!!! yeah I got way too attached to the concept of her foreshadowing stuff going wrong, ‘cause like - the first time you see her is during Ending Note, and you can only see her right at the start of that specific quest; she’s waiting outside the cathedral, looking up at the Barbatos statue, and she won’t give any dialogue when spoken to by the Traveller (or, if she did, it’d be something short, like.. “Isn’t there somewhere else you’re supposed to be going at the moment?”). However, her being there means she’s then right there to be in the cutscene where Signora first appears and then gets Venti’s Gnosis, so if you noticed her waiting outside beforehand, that’d clue you into who she was without actually telling you much of anything about her. But she only appears in a very short interval, so she’d be easy to miss.

The next time she could be spotted would be during the part of the Liyue archon quests where you’re going around buying things with Tartaglia’s money, and the idea is that she’s sitting high up on the rooftops, so that if you wanted to go to try and talk to her it’d be a massive hassle (and she’s not very easy to spot). If you actually went out of your way to do it though, she’d maybe say something like.. “Ah, so you actually managed to make it up here? I must say, you’ve quite the keen eye to have sighted me. Even so.. you’re still setting the stage at the moment. So, please, carry on as you were. I wonder how ready you think you should be for the show.” This is foreshadowing the upcoming (though not as immediately upcoming) boss fight with Tartaglia himself - he’s her brother, or as close as she has to one anyway, so it’s no wonder she’s keeping an eye on what he’s up to.

I don’t quite know if there’s an opportunity for her to show up again in the game itself here, but one thing that I do know happens is that she has a bit of a confrontation with Tartaglia some time after the boss fight, because she didn’t realise he wasn’t in on the same things that she was regarding everyone’s plans. She then also runs into Zhongli again after the cutscene where he gives up his Gnosis to Signora, and she manages to get a lot of comfort - and a hug - that she needed from that interaction (since.. well, I associate Zhongli quite strongly with my grandad. for some reason. so I wanted to have him and Alectra (and Lamia because she visits Liyue with Yoimiya during Lantern Rite) be close, even if it makes little to no sense, because of that.)

When it then comes to Inazuma, Alectra has the first act of her story quest - “Luscinia Cineris Chapter - Act I: To Be Fooled By A Familiar Face” - slotted in to try and space out the pacing of that nation’s archon quests somewhat. Her story quest revolves around the Traveller being mistaken for Alectra by some guards, and subsequently having to clear their name by figuring out what was really going on (since all they saw was someone “fairly short, wielding a sword, with blonde hair” wearing either “dark clothes” if playing as Aether or “a sleeveless dress” if playing as Lumine). In the process they would probably find out more about Alectra by overhearing some Fatui working for her or something. The section of this quest where you get to play as Alectra comes right at the end, when everyone goes “okay so we’ve established it definitely wasn’t the Traveller who’s been causing the problem. But then.. who was it?” and then you switch to Alectra successfully breaking into some official building or other, taking care of all the guards there, and stealing some important documents. Something, something, be gay do crime? =P

..oh crumbs I’ve been writing for nearly an hour. Help. This was supposed to be a quick reply. I hope it was alright ;w;

#a call from the void #heart of the void #the main focus was #self‑insert: ashen nightingale (alectra) #but I also mentioned #love: my fair lady (signora) #brother: abyss‑forged warrior (tartaglia) #grandfather: stone stands steadfast (zhongli) #it’s.. kind of a superficial association but it persists nonetheless #his character came to mind as a source of helping last year when I realised the anniversary had came around #..I feel awful that I can’t actually remember the date again. it’ll have been seven years.. sometime in late january. #that’s not to be dwelled on right now though #long post #out of the inbox #selfship asks #sol tag! #love how I didn’t actually get to the most directly selfship-related psrt #which is that after the first phase of the duel before the throne alectra runs in to try and tell signora the electro gnosis isn’t there #and she subsequently joins signora in the second phase of that boss fight before then fleeing after defeat #selfshipping

[freunwol]

remember when i said id upload the rest of the ssau beta designs i coould remember where they were. remember when i said that literal months ago. uhhh

ohhhgh i threw this design out like almost immediately.... i have no clue what i was going for w the shoulder pads tbh, i dont draw a folded up scarf like that (i think. i wouldnt now)

also evan & ds at the top, and also kirby for??? some reason?????? whats he doin here

another page had basically nothing relevant i just liked this one

i may actually have been trying to go for a folded scarf oh no

(not sure whats going on in the bottom right either but just focus on silly lumis and also kirby)

evan...... i was limited in my color choice i would not have chosen that yellow naturally

my concept for him was that toxic positivity is basically his religion... plus other things that are BIG spoilers but essentially hes still a dragon master, but here since he has a lot more access to darkness mir kinda morphs into a more twisted looking onyx dragon... he still tries to be, yknow, Mir, but hes ride or die for evan and ride means losing urself at least partially to mass amounts of darkness yknow. i know that has almost nothing to do w the design and thats bc i dont think i put much thought into it beyond cool jacket

also no i have NO clue what i was going for w the fishnets ik i just wanted to put smthn on his legs but why fishnets im just as confused help???????? (EDIT ON SECOND THOUGHT that may have been my attempt at drawing a texture that i... could have made w cross hatching but didnt???? so its not actually fish nets?????? or it might be and im misremembering??????? help)

(also fun cameo of my earliest design for lucid lol)

ok that side profile there has always stood out in my brain and looking at it again i understand why... the Energy.... the wind maybe... where did it come from how did i make that hello???????

idk whats happening in any of the other doodles

yis papa... im aware that one looks jank as hell but i dont think i cared. or it was on purpose???? i Do Not Know. also lmao @ low standards

(I KEEP NOT NOTICING GIANT FUCKING SPOILERS IN IMAGES anyway.)

i think the extent of cygnus's role here was to be the phanaria kid and also eight. that was... it. i will say the her trying on the gloves is adorable and i also like the flower dress!! i can tell why i didnt wanna color that though lmaoooo

idk either

THESE designs though i actually have something to say!!! at least on arans end, merc i mostly just wanted to make more... queen-ly, no comment on how well that went (shes wearing tights its not colored in but i prommy theres tights)

aran though!! i based her armor on the temple of time guardians bc. well thats spoilers but i took notes from that book. i think it was actually in the last post too, that she also has a helmet and when she has it on the ponytail looks like the lil plume of smoke they have n all... yeah

arans closer to the more serious self she was originally since she never lost her memories, not like stone cold (i doubt aran ever was That cold if she naturally turned into a more jovial her) but still more serious.

in the story they have... kind of a fraught relationship, on the same side but for very conflicting reasons and kind of resent each other... but like maybe..... yknow? yknow????? i also just like the energy of this one

maybe ending off on one u have essentially nothing to say abt is passe but hey!! i like the earrings w the chain thing. shes so fashion

maybe one day ill stop saying ill write ssau one day and actually write it lol

#ssau #i dont remember what else i tagged it as last time #do i put it in the maple tag. do i. do i really #and that spoiler really was like. a gigantic spoiler. urgh #im SURE theres other doodles spread across stuff but i really truly do not want to go through everything i have

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

#erasermic #alpha!erasermic #alpha aizawa #alpha hizashi #aizawa fluff #erasermic x reader #abo #omegaverse #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #shoto aizawa #aizawa x hizashi #hizashi yamada #present mic #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader

[specialagentlokitty]

House x reader - Care

Hey 👋 saw your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do an imagine whereby House takes in Teen Reader when he sees that she's homeless and begging for food and change. Then someone tries to insult House and the teen Reader stands up for him? - Anon💜

Croutching by a wall, you pulled your thin blanket around you, the snow fell all around and as you searched the streets there was no one in sight.

Sighing, you sat in the cold ground and rested your head against your knee.

A few moments later your heard someone approaching and looked up at him.

“A bit cold to be sitting on the floor.” He said.

“Could you perhaps spare some food or change sir?” You asked quietly.

The man looked around, rooting through his pockets before he softly shook his head. Though instead he offered you his hand.

“No, but you need to get out the cold. There’s a blizzard coming in, and I don’t fancy treating you in the morning.”

“Isn’t it strange to be going home with strangers?” You asked back.

The man looked at you before he chuckled lightly before pulling something out his pocket and tossing it to you.

You looked at it, it was his wallet which had a medical license and an ID card.

You tossed it back and looked at him withba soft smile.

“I’m sorry Mr House, but I’ve made many mistakes before and going to someone’s home will not be one of them.”

Pulling your knees up again, you watched as he struggled to kneel down to your height.

“And if you don’t you’ll freeze to death. There’s no shelters open, and you can’t stay at the hospital it’s overrun. So you either freeze out here or come with me, your choice.”

You looked up at the grey clouds, and you shivered.

You wouldn’t be able to stay outside for much longer, you weren’t dressed for the weather and had no shelter.

You had no choice but to trust the man, so you got up and helped him stand up as well.

He led you down the street, and he draped his jacket over you. Letting you gather a little more heat in the freezing weather.

He led you to his apartment and you awkwardly stood in the hallway.

“You want Chinese?”

“I’m okay with just a sandwich Sir.”

House turned towards you and rose a brow in questioning.

“When did you last eat?”

You counted on your fingers before giving a little shrug.

“Maybe three or four days ago.”

“Chinese it is. Shower is down there, I’ll get you some clean clothes.”

You nodded, you didn’t want to argue with him so you simply headed to the bathroom and waited for him to bring you in some spare clothes.

Washing yourself off, you quickly dried and changed before padding out, looking for your blanket.

“Mr House?” You called.

“Kitchen.”

You followed his voice and froze, he was throwing your dirty things into the trash.

“No!”

He froze and you rushed over, taking the blanket from his hands you held it tightly.

“You can’t throw this...”

“It’s absolutely filthy.”

“I.. my parents gave it to me...”

House immediately stopped and he nodded, he also set you clothes aside and opened the washing machine instead.

He gestured to the blanket and you reluctantly handed it over, carefully watching as he put it into the washing machine.

What was supposed to be a night, turned into weeks and slowly months. House had set up part of his living room as a bedroom for you, and he brought you new clothes and more things.

Today you were meeting him for lunch, and as you walked into the reception of the hospital you saw two doctors stood there talking about him.

“He’s so selfish, and rude.” One growled.

“I’m shocked he hasn’t been fired.”

“Dr House shouldn’t be working here, I think we should speak to Cuddy about it.”

Storming over to them, hands balled into fists you sneered at the pair.

“Mr House isn’t rude or selfish! Yeah he can be inconsiderate about others feelings, but he always has others best interest at heart. He took me in off the street and gave me a place to live, he could’ve thrown me out after the blizars but didn’t. So shut your mouths!”

A hand was placed on your shoulder and you turned around, House was stood there smiling slightly at you.

“That’s enough, let them believe what they want. Come on.”

You nodded and walked alongside him, he nudged you slightly and you turned to him again.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Beaming up at him, you skipped ahead as you guys headed to a nearby cafe

#gregory house x you #house md x reader #gregory house x reader #gregory house imagine #house md imagine

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

How I Met My Gangster

In which you find out your date, Hanma Shuji, is a yakuza in the middle of a McDonalds at 12:30 am.

Only warning is that this is unedited crack; wc: 750

You were probably an idiot for agreeing to a date from the tall man that offered you his jacket, helmet, and a ride home after you missed the last bus. You were probably an idiot to have taken him up on his ride in the first place. Standing (well, hunching) several inches taller than you and hands branded “sin” and “punishment,” it was no shock that this man could have overpowered you in a second, had he wanted to. Contrary to his first impression, he was so wholly disarming in his black jeans and henley, playful smile dancing across his features. He was such a goofy guy. He felt warm. He was more than a little magnetic. When he dropped you off at your building, he wrote his name and number on your hand like a flirtatious teenager.

Hanma Shuji.

That’s how you ended up on the back of his bike for the second time this week, headed to McDonalds for a midnight snack. You two placed an order that would put some stoned teenagers to shame and at the last second Shuji added, “An M&M McFlurry, for the lady,” and handed the cashier his black card. Wait. A black card?

The cashier hesitated. Your jaw dropped. Shuji was unbothered and held out the card a little further.

“Sir…?”

“Maybe you’re new…but this is the part where you take my card and slide it.” Shuji nodded to the cashier and subtly waved the card as if it meant nothing.

“Sir I…uh…can’t swipe that, i-it’s fake.” the cashier stuttered.

“The fuck it is!” Shuji said in exasperated disbelief. “Look I just want my Mc-fuckin-nuggets, can you just let me pay?”

“Can I see some ID, please?”

“Uh…” He pulled out his wallet and showed his license, “there, I made sure the names matched when my buddy printed it.” The cashier paused. You may have only known Shuji for a handful of hours collectively, but you laughed at his joke, “See? She knows it was a joke.”

“I have to get my manager.”

Shuji sighed and turned to you, “This never usually happens.” His cheeks were tinged ever so slightly pink either from embarrassment or frustration. You wouldn’t have noticed in the dingy lighting of the restaurant if it weren’t for the contrast of his signature white Henley. Your lips split into a smile, how many of that exact shirt did he have? Here you were on a date with what you thought was just some cute, edgy part timer or something. For fuck’s sake, he dressed in a shirt he probably got on sale 3 for 10 at Uniqlo, sweats, and slides. Where the hell did he get a black card? “This is so awkward, y/n I-“

You giggled at the absurdity of it all and cut in, “How do you even have one of those Hanma?”

“They offered it to me, and I took it? How does anyone end up with any credit card?”

“Yeah, but-“

“Sir, do you have an alternate form of payment?”

Shuji huffed and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a 5,000 yen bill and handed it over, “I only carry 5,000 yen bills, is that acceptable?” He sighed the words. They took the bill and inspected it. Hanma leaned in, “Don’t worry, counterfeit isn’t my crime.” He turned back to you and winked.

Just what had you gotten into?

And why was it like kinda cute how he did that?

“You order will be ready soon, thanks for your patience.”

You thanked then and tugged Hanma away out of earshot. “So, what do you do again?”

“Ever heard of Toman?”

You couldn’t help it, you’re eyes went wide. You had caught the eye of an executive of Tokyo’s most notorious and dangerous gangs. “I thought those guys were nocturnal and, like, slept in Armani suits?!” You whisper-shouted at him in amused shock.

He shrugged, “Not really my style. I’ve got a couple for exec meetings if you wanna see that so badly.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You laughed, trying to stay calm. How was this guy, so chill and relaxed, a yakuza? Your order number was called and you nudged his arm with your shoulder as you walked past him to collect your food.

“For a gangster you’re really a down to earth guy, you know that?”

“You won’t say that when you see my penthouse.” He said with the cheesiest lilt.

“Now you’re just bragging, shut up and eat your Mc-fuckin’-nuggets, Han-”

“Shuji.”

“-Shuji.”

I'm throwin in @bajifuyutorabb bc you got the first bit when i started lol

Masterlist

#tokyo rev fluff #hanma fluff #hanma shuji fluff #hanma shuji #hanma #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #tokyo revengers #virtue writes #hehehh #v silly #reader insert is all over the place #just pay attention to shuji #he's why you're here anyway lmao