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scaramouche-bully · 2 years

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— ☆ Amore mio aiutami

Includes: Dottore and Omega Build Dottore.

Contains: Unhealthy relationships, co-dependency, implied stockholm syndrome, mentions of experimentation, medical phobia, slight yandere, improper medical treatment, obsessive + possessive behavior.

"You're childish, you set them all weeks behind schedule with your tantrums, and you hate him equally as much as he finds you irritable. But he bites down on his tongue with his opinions because Dottore is fond of you. Genuinely cares for you. For reasons that weren't built into him."

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I removed the anon ask attached to this fic because this is probably not what they were looking for. To be honest, I have no idea how I got here as well. I was just talking about how I wanted to be babied by the deranged war criminal doctor unconditionally despite the fact it would be entirely out of character. But since we don't know if the Dottore appearances are actually the original Dottore, I took massive liberties with his character in this one. I lost so much steam at the end hahh.

It starts the same way every time. You’ll make a mess, leave the lab, and refuse to take your medicine. Important papers are scattered all over the floor, shards of glass still have drops of fluorescent liquid dripping from them, and pieces of equipment are bent and broken. In the middle stand's Dottore as he mixes a small test tube of pale blue liquid in one hand, completely disregarding the state of the room. His bulky coat is missing but Dottore has long since removed any parts of his body that hinder efficiency, so the cold doesn't bother him anymore. Omega stands at the entrance of the lab, looking at the tornado that swept through the room displeased.

"I'm taking the girl didn't respond well to the treatment again?" Omega asks, quietly closing the door to not disturb the silence. There are only two reasons for the lab to be anything but organized and it's either the man himself has lost his temper or it's you. Seeing that Dottore is idly standing by, swirling a concoction that Omega recognizes as something specifically created for your illness, he can guess which assumption is correct.

"You know how she feels with anything medical-related," Dottore muses, finally placing the test tube down to scan his surroundings. "She made quite a mess this time."

Dottore's amusement in their situation adds to Omega's displeasure. Perhaps it's because he wasn't built as a replacement but as an extension in the name of progress, but for all Omega can do, he can not comprehend why Dottore keeps you around. You're childish, you set them all weeks behind schedule with your tantrums, and you hate him equally as much as he finds you irritable. When he was first created, he thought he may have been able to find some aspects of your charm but all he found was a leech. You constantly cling to the Doctor's side and give anyone else the nastiest attitude, even his segments. Especially to his segments. Although he may be biased because you seem to have a specific vendetta against him. At first, Omega assumed you were going to be used as another test subject and these were your last days of rebellion before inevitable silence. But after days turned into weeks and your presence was still here, he grew confused and confronted the original. That was the first and only time Dottore was ever livid at Omega, nearly dissembling him on the spot for even suggesting touching a hair on your pretty head. Thus he bites down on his tongue with his opinions because Dottore is fond of you. Genuinely cares for you. For reasons that weren't built into him.

"I'm going to search for her. Have someone clean up and replace the broken equipment immediately," Dottore waves dismissively, placing the test tube on the only clean surface and turning to leave.

"Yes sir," Omega bows as Dottore passes him, already anticipating the headache he'll have to endure in clean up. The blue test tube stands tall, patiently waiting.

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You hear the door open behind you. That was a lot faster than you expected but given who Dottore is, he probably already knew where you would run to before you did. You bring your legs closer to your chest and bury your head further into your knees so you don't need to face him. You hear the quiet steps of his shoes against the floor, slow-paced and leisurely, as he enters the room and rounds the desk in his office. Before he can say anything you're throwing yourself against him and pressing your face against his stomach.

"I'm sorry," you murmur into the fabric of his shirt. Weak fist clinging onto him as you feel one of his hands come to the back of your head, softly playing with the strands of your hair. He only hums in reply, not in the least bit aggravated that you made another mess in his lab. You'll make another one in a month, apologize again, and the process will repeat again the month after that. He never gets angry, not with you. He always treats you carefully, as if one wrong touch and you'll crumble to dust. Truthfully he's right. You can't do anything without him even before your illness overtook your body completely. Before he arrived, you were struggling to do the simplest of tasks. In the region of Snezhnaya, if you weren't useful then you were discarded. Thus, your family had dropped you on the Fatui's doorstep and that's how you met the second harbinger. Scared, cold, and helpless. Not so different now years later.

"So this is where my coat went," he says, cupping your cheeks, the pads of his fingers rubbing small circles. Your skin is cold to the touch, paler than when you threw a fit in his lab. He readjusts his coat over his shoulders that had fallen when you threw yourself at him, bringing your form closer to him in the process. "Are you finished with your tantrum my dear?"

"It wasn't a tantrum," you frown, huffing under your breath. Dottore audibly sighs before getting down on one knee. Even kneeling, Dottore is still taller than you so he can't match your lowered eye level as you loosen your hold on his waist. From this angle, he can see just how hazy your eyes have become, how hard your body needs to work to take each breath, and how you shiver even under the heavy fabrics.

"Come now, you must take your medication or your condition will worsen,” he whispers, pushing strands of your messy hair out of your face. He’s going to have to cut your hair for you soon, he can’t see your face properly anymore.

"I don't want to. It's...scary," your frown deepens, your fist now balling tighter in your lap trying to ground yourself down further. You squeeze your eyes shut and rest your forehead against his in hopes that maybe this time, he’ll have some mercy to spare.

"I know. But you must and you shall," he denies your unspoken hope as the reality of your situation comes bearing down. You know that you'll have to, willingly or not. It's easier to get this done and over with before Dottore loses his patience and sedates you until you're nothing but a drooling fish. You still remember the first time he did the procedure vividly. The feeling of helplessness as your body refused to cooperate with you while your mind remained conscious. You never want to experience that feeling ever again. So all you do is nod. You don’t need to look up to see his pleased smile as he takes your hand to guide you out from underneath his desk. You try and stand but a sharp pain pounds against your forehead and you stumble, Dottore already ready to catch you. He makes a noise of amusement, scoops you up into his arms, and walks out of his office. Your legs dangle around his waist, arm's clinging to his neck as you rest your head against his chest. While he doesn’t have a heartbeat, the back and forth sway lulls you into comfort as he takes you back to the lab. The noise of assistants running around, shards of glass being dusted, and the shuffling of papers greet your ears the closer you get back. As soon as the door opens and Dottore walks in, the temperature seems to drop as everyone stop's what they're doing like scared animals. They all bow their heads before quickly scampering out of the lab. All except for Omega who stands guarding the test tube Dottore left behind reading one of the discarded research reports.

"That was shorter than expected," he tilts his head to look past his paper to see you bundled up, Dottore’s hands rubbing small circles into your back, his chin resting on top of your head. It's almost picturesque enough for Omega to gag.

"Go away, don't you have anything better to do," you turn and glare with bitter eyes at the segment.

Omega matches your glare despite the mask over his eyes, his tone is enough, "Due to your mess, everything needs to be put on hold while we clean up after you.”

"You mean like your failure in Sumeru? Oh sorry, sore spot huh? I’ll try and refrain from hurting your feelings next time.”

"You ungrateful-"

"Enough." You both immediately quiet down at Dottore's voice. "Leave."

Omega frowns but obeys nonetheless, walking out after the rest of the staff. There’s blood sweeping into his mouth from the bite on his tongue. You wave your fingers cheekily at this retreating back and giggle when you see his frown grow deeper. Your satisfaction is short-lived when Dottore seats you down on the desk, right beside the test tube.

"Must you always agitate my segments?" he asks although you know he’s not annoyed. If anything you think he finds it funny seeing his segments get attitude from you. "Now it’s time to be a good girl and take your medicine."

Dottore picks up the test tube, swirling its contents, almost spilling over the top as he carries it over for you to hold. Your eyes follow the specks of powder that spin and dissolve as it settles in front of your face. You gingerly raise your hands up, fingers wrapping around the tube one by one, as you stare down at the reflecting blue liquid. And there’s the ball of unease clawing into your mind. You know the various things he gives you aren’t meant to heal you. After so many years of his treatment, you haven't gotten any better. Only healthy enough to walk but not run. He knows that you know and yet he still calls it medicine. But you ignore your mind screaming at you to throw it to the ground and run away again. You know this is the last one, you've broken all the other ones, and no matter how patient Dottore is with you, this is your last chance.

And yet.

"I-I can't do it. I'm scared." you whimper, tear’s beginning to form underneath your eyelids. Your fingers shake but you don’t dare let go and accidentally drop what’s in your hands. Dottore is quick to pull you into a hug, mindful of the fragile glass tube, shushing you as your body shakes harder as you try and contain your sobs. He gently cups your face to tilt your face up to him, his other hand brushing away your tears before running his thumb over your lips. He’s waiting for you to say it. He won't move until you say it.

"Please help me." His eyes narrow gleefully, his grip around you tightening to bruising. He needs you to say it.

"My love."

Dottore grin's like a madman. His sharp-pointed teeth bared. He takes the test tube out of your hands, swirls it one last time, before his other hand tips, and holds your head back. You can feel the liquid flow past your lips, down your throat, and spread through your body. You're helpless but at least you won’t be conscious enough to hate it. The feeling of drowsiness overtakes your senses, weights under your eyelids that beg you to close your eyes, until your pliant in the doctor’s hands. Dottore places the test tube back onto the desk before stepping back to observe your sleeping body. It ends the same way every time. He’ll clean up the mess, carry you back to the lab, and feed you your medicine.

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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Okay okay I’m thinking, our angel boy had a big heart and a dense brain - plus he’s Swedish and as a person who has lived in Stockholm for a while moving from North America…getting those boys to a point where you are dating and finally saying the first “I love you” feels like a million years compared to Canadians! So maybe you’re like on the edge because like duh he’s who you see as your life partner and you know I’m your bones you love him but you still haven’t said it after being like 5 months in so you just casually drop it one night lol rip the bandaid off, what’s his reaction? Dealers choice bby😚

Alright, so I was in the mood for something overly candy-cane sweet, and perhaps something that could maybe be close to reality? (I have no idea, but let’s roll with it) 😅❤️ Let me know if this was akin to what you had in mind bb 😉 otherwise, I may have another idea for it

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Three Little Words

One significant aspect that truly appealed to you about your boyfriend, William Nylander, was his serene and easy-going nature.

He hardly seemed bothered by much, perhaps apart from his affection for his dogs, and his relaxed attitude had a way of influencing those around him.

Yet despite adoring this quality about him, it reached a point where it began to frustrate you. While you knew you were in a committed relationship, somehow the weighty words remained unspoken.

And you longed for hearing those words.

Deep within your heart, you acknowledged your love for William. Love. Not mere fondness, not adoration, nor simply enjoying time together - love.

But it was a great phrase to vocalise. At least, for most people that was.

Five months into your relationship, you were desperate to express those sentiments. Yet, for some peculiar reason, a part of you hesitated. Maybe a part of you wished for William to be the first to utter those words, to openly reveal his commitment to you.

Yet, silence prevailed. He said nothing.

William, however, didn't dwell too much on these thoughts.

He simply found immense joy in being in a relationship without an overly dramatic girlfriend, one who'd spark a quarrel if he didn't head straight home after a match or text her constantly while on the road. No, you were different, and he cherished that about you.

You stood by him no matter what, and nothing ever seemed to set off any alarms.

William had been with several girls during his late teens and adult life, but none of those relationships endured. His hockey career consumed much of his time, causing many women to grow weary of his lifestyle. Consequently, he refrained from fully committing when entering new relationships.

However, when he noticed that you weren't easily intimidated by his bustling lifestyle, he immediately felt the urge to keep you close.

And there was no reason for concern. William had captured your heart almost immediately, and you were completely devoted to him.

So tonight, you made a mental resolution to test the waters a bit.

During one of your usual date nights on his day off, you had planned to watch a movie together on the sofa after dinner. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity to express your feelings, but it turned out to be more challenging than anticipated.

Throughout the evening, the mere thought of opening up made you incredibly nervous, yet William seemed oblivious to your inner turmoil.

He carried on discussing his training, his preparations for the upcoming match, and how he had honed his skills. His enthusiasm for hockey was endearing.

Initially, he refrained from sharing too much, not wanting to overwhelm you with technical details and descriptions you might not care about. But over time, you had conveyed your enjoyment in listening to him talk about it. Hockey wasn't just a hobby for him; it was his lifestyle and an unfiltered passion to the core. And you simply couldn't help but be captivated whenever he delved into it. His eyes sparkled like Christmas lights, and his words spilled out in sheer eagerness.

It was nothing but adorable.

And as you sat together on the sofa, earnestly trying to focus on your boyfriend's conversation, your mind raced, grappling with how to articulate those three significant words.

Yet, no conclusion emerged.

"Shit," you murmured quietly under your breath.

"What's up, babe?" William asked curiously, but you just shook your head and responded with a sweet 'nothing'.

And after William finished sharing his story, you both switched to watching a movie, settling on the sofa surrounded by your favourite snacks.

The movie was captivating, and soon both of you were engrossed in it. However, when the film's plot touched upon a romantic scene, your initial plan resurfaced.

Summoning a deep breath, you geared yourself up to speak. 'Just get it over with,' you urged yourself. And with William focused on the large TV screen, you softly blurted out, "Willy, I love you."

It felt like a rush of emotions surging out of you as the words left your mouth.

And William was slightly taken aback.

It was a combination of your unexpected choice of words and the abrupt interruption during the movie that left him speechless.

Your expression radiated nothing but sincerity and concern as your eyes searched for any indication of his feelings towards you.

You could almost feel your jaw tightening as he remained silent, his eyes locking with yours for what felt like an eternity, though it was only a few minutes in reality.

But suddenly, he broke the silence.

"You what?"

His tone held neither disgust nor excitement.

"I love you," you repeated softly, this time with a touch more confidence, realising that the words were out and there was no retreat. You felt your body gradually relax, standing by your spoken words with a certainty, irrespective of William's response.

"Babe," William began slowly, "I love you too..."

His voice carried tenderness, yet his facial expression remained inscrutable.

The movie's sound filled the room as both of you sat in silence, eyes fixed on each other.

You studied William's face intently, struggling to interpret his expression, or rather, the absence of one. He maintained a stoic, serious look, but his demeanour seemed calm and nonchalant as always.

"Do you?" you asked tentatively, prompting a slight shift in William's reaction.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, accompanied by a soft chuckle. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

His response left you somewhat confused.

"Well, I just didn't know that you did..." you admitted, feeling puzzled by his excessively relaxed reply.

"What do you mean? We've been dating for, like, 4-5 months... you practically live here, and we talk all the time," he grinned broadly.

"That doesn't automatically mean you love me, Willy," you retorted, almost defensively, which only amplified his laughter. "It's not funny! I need to know how you feel."

"Is that why you've been so nervous lately?" His laughter grew louder.

"Well... yeah, maybe... I wasn't sure where we stood, and I wanted to express my feelings. I just didn't know how," you admitted, caught between feeling frustrated by the situation and relieved that it didn't seem to be a significant issue.

"Babe, of course I love you – I know I haven't said it, but that's because I thought you knew..."

His statement took you by surprise. He thought what?

"Willy, darling, how am I supposed to know how you feel if you don't tell me?" you asked, with a nervous grin, causing him to rub his neck as he considered your point.

"I guess... I don't know," he shrugged.

"You do realise I can't read your mind... right?" you lightly chuckled.

"Well, maybe that's a good thing, you know," he joked, shifting his body slightly to draw you closer. "But I do... love you," he added softly, before elaborating. "And I'm sorry if me saying it first meant something to you, but... I've been in relationships on and off for years – and every time I said those words, they'd get all excited... yet a few months later, they were gone anyway. So, I guess I just stopped saying it... in case it wouldn't last."

As William expressed his true feelings, a sense of relief washed over him, leaving you slightly puzzled by his unexpected deep confession.

In fact, you hadn't really considered his perspective on this issue before, but now it all began to fall into place.

"Good," you softly expressed, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. "And for future reference, please clue me in on what's going on in that head of yours, so I won't be a wreck for weeks," you playfully pleaded.

"Seriously? You've been thinking this over this for weeks?" he chuckled.

"Well... maybe," you grinned. "But that's not the point. What matters is that you promise to share whatever's going on in that sweet little dense brain of yours, no matter what it is."

William couldn't help but smile, his eyes fixed on you, a subtle lick of his lips indicating his amusement.

"Well, maybe, for what I have in mind right now, it's better if I show you instead," he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

You couldn't resist a chuckle. "Seriously? I was being romantic, and then you bring in your kinky fuckery," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, of course, you declaring your love – that's sexy, babe, and now I've got to show you just how much I love you too."

Once more, a gentle sigh escaped you as you chuckled at your boyfriend's words, and tenderly, both of you closed the distance between you, meeting in a heartfelt kiss.

#my asks #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl hockey imagine #wn88 imagine

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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Sup! hope you’re having a great day 😮💗 having childhood best friend brainrot- “you have my back right?” x “lmao probably” cheesy but I eat that shit up every time

could you write a oneshot or headcannon

for chishiya? He’s gotten/done something that’s worth celebrating (maybe it’s his birthday, got first place or a hundred on his test, got into the college that he applied to) he’s never been told by someone that they’re proud of him not even from his old man so he went on with his day expecting nothing special

But but BUT chishiya hears the familiar patterned knocks on his window, how they managed to get up there without his father knowing is beyond him but he’s relieved considering his old man isn’t all that fond with them (In this scenario id imagine that chishiya’s father wouldn’t really like us bc of our shortcomings? something like that...and if he isn’t friends with our parents)

they sneak (more like drag) him out with a lot of convincing and celebrate by going into places he would tolerate or enjoy,,rip his friend’s allowance 💸 At the end of the night they both end up on a park bench with store bought cake with messy written icing “I’m so pr he I did it bitch!!” done by yours truly. they do say it to him and give him a short side hug before he gets back home tho

Feel free to decline this! take care ⭐️

Celebrate With Me!

Summary: Reader acknowledges Chishiya's accomplishments.

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: That good cliche shit, FLUFF, cuteness overload, not proofread!!!, changed a few things up!

A/N: ISTG I'm boutta make a Chishiya X Bestfriend! Reader bundle because these requests are too cute!! Hope you have a great day as well and take care too ^^ <3 I am incredibly happy and proud on how this turned out!!! Spent a literal 2 hours straight on it because I lost some progress and I'm gonna have my ass whooped later but this should cover the blow LOVE YALL AND THIS REQQQ ♥

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

Chishiya sat upon his desk chair, currently finishing up some notes. Just things he's learnt or felt like he found interesting. He could use it in the future. Distant music playing from his favorite band echoed softly in his room.

There wasn't much to do. He'd recently gotten a letter from a university he had applied to - which he was successfully accepted in. He could say he was happy for himself but it just wasn't that exciting or celebration-worthy to him.

He continuously tapped the tip of the pen against the table in a rhythm, re-reading the paragraphs of various words.

SMACK

The sudden noise caught Chishiya's attention as he quickly twisted his head towards the loud noise. There, on his window, a handprint was seen as it was slowly sliding down the window, failing to stick.

Its fingers soon danced on the window, creating multiple and small taps across the glass pane without a proper flow of beat.

Chishiya sighed and stood up and opened the window to reveal his friend struggling to hold onto his window's support,

"Y/N, What are you doing here?" He wasn't at all surprised. He was just more so concerned why you were currently hanging by a thread on his window.

"I'll tell you when I get inside. Right now let's focus on the part where you shoULD BRING ME INSIDE." You flailed your legs around as you struggled to even breathe properly.

He hissed at you to stay quiet and helped you up to sneak inside.

There was a voice, somewhere in his mind where he actually wanted to leave you hanging for a while to amuse himself but that would have been a bad idea.

Once you had both your feet on the floor of his bedroom, you dusted yourself off and took a much needed breather. You had been running to his house since 45 minutes ago. It was hard with the troublesome traffic and people yelling at you as you swerved your way through them, you're just glad you've finally reached his humble abode.

"Right, Explain." He said bluntly, doing his signature move; placing his hands into his pockets. "How did you even get up here?"

You shaked your hand profusely, deflecting the topic. "Never mind that-, guess who found out when your birthday iiiisss?" You looked up at him with a tired yet mischievous grin.

"I'm guessing you."

"Me," You announced proudly while facing your thumb towards yourself, chest up in victory. "And you wanna know what I'm gonna do about it?"

"Please don't." Chishiya sighed, point-blankly. Unfortunately, there was no hope of changing the situation's circumstances because he knew when you were hooked on something, it's sure that you'll be hell-bent on getting it, no matter how stupidly dangerous or ridiculous it may seem.

You laughed before dropping down to the carpeted floor of his room and picking up your sling bag. "Now, as I was saying," Your finger dramatically pointed towards the bag. "We gotta celebrate! So we're going out and hang!"

"I really rather not." He stood his ground, stubbornly declining your offer.

"Come on, you're gonna celebrate your birthday with me!" You teased with the same playful grin you gave him. He was always so stubborn when it came to things he accomplished or failed - whether you wanna celebrate it or cheer him up. Either way, you were going to be even more stubborn than him this time.

"No." He muttered out sternly.

"Yes," You pushed with determination. "We are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No"

"Yes"

"No-"

"Why not??" You broke the repetitive, single-worded debate and gave him a sad look. "You never celebrate anything. Don't you want me to show you how happy and proud I am for you, Chishiya?"

Chishiya seemed to be broken from his train of thought at his words. He was silent, but you could tell that he was processing your words and calculating a response as if he was some kind of robot. You'd have to be honest, he kind of is one sometimes-

"Fine, I'll go and celebrate my birthday." Was all he said, his condescending look seeming to have disappeared - replaced with an unreadable expression.

It didn't feel like an answer at all - you felt disappointed. But you decided to push away those feelings for later because you were still ecstatic about your achievement and that's what mattered.

"W-Wonderful! You go get prepared or something!" You told him in a panic frenzy and opened the window from where you cam from. "I'll wait for you to climb out the window!"

And before waiting for his response, the last thing Chishiya saw of you was you already dipping out of the window and landed on the lush grass, in pain - as he presumed. He quickly changed and made his way down the stairs, being granted the permission to leave.

Chishiya would probably be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little bit concerned for your well being when you jumped out of that window.

To his surprise, when he went outside, he saw you standing proudly with a little dirt in your hair and face.

"You goof??" He asked, eyeing you up and down.

"Perfect, Great! I didn't get hurt, totally didn't - I think I sprained my wrist but that's totally fixed now." You spoke quickly, not even giving him a chance to say another word since you had grabbed him by his wrist. "Now come on! We don't have all day."

"Was this necessary?" Chishiya mutters blankly as he takes in the view of the park. It was a rather quiet, and less populated park wherever you and Chishiya both lived. Not many people visited everyday but there were still some who came often. Parks that were more widely known had a bigger crowd and you know Chishiya enough to know that he doesn't like big crowds. Especially the noise that comes with it.

"It was either this or the carnival next place." You turned to him and raised your brow.

"I think I prefer the park." He shrugged. It wasn't a bad place at all - Fairly clean and a decent view. You would sometimes come here alone and think, maybe even attempt to bring Chishiya over. But he was either busy or too stubborn to go. Thankfully, you managed to corner him.

Even though Chishiya let you take him here this time.

Both of you took your time there, having deep talks which mostly started off with why he hadn't really celebrated many past birthdays, which made you frown a lot. Chishiya thought it was half a mistake to give you that information after you had told him that you were gonna celebrate his birthday for him every year instead.

He may be lying if he didn't appreciate it.

The rest of the time, both of you walked and talked on the more philosophical topics. Just the precious quality time between two great lov friends, walking underneath the cloudy weather with strands of sunlight pushing through and landing on the cobblestone pavements.

It didn't seem much as a birthday celebration to the regular human etiquette but you could care less because both of you were having. swell time. Even if neither of you said it. It was a bonding time that didn't need the use of an explanation and more of a feeling.

Your eye was caught by a flock of ducks roaming around a side of a pond next to a woman selling duck food or pieces of bread. Chishiya must've noticed this since you had fully stopped walking and stood in place, staring at them.

"You wanna feed the ducks?" His voice brought you out of your mini daydream, he had his natural high charm evident in his face and voice.

"I, well, if you want to. It's your birthday, not mine.." You mumbled out, it was a bit low for anyone to actually process your words, seeing that you would be a little upset that you didn't feed those ducks.

"Okay then," He lightly smiles and walks his way past you with a bored yet slightly amused expression. "Let's go feed those ducks."

Like a little kid who had been given permission to sleep over at his friend's house, you giddily smiled and practically swooshed right on past him and over to the woman selling the small bits of food.

You quickly bought two small bags and handed one over to Chishiya. He took the bag filled with small, multiple pieces of duckfeed into his hands and looked back up at you. "If I'm gonna feed the ducks, you've gotta feed them too." You told him with a bright smile before kneeling down to the ducks.

Chishiya opened the bag and shook around its contents before taking out a handful and throwing it onto the ground the ducks stood upon with a blank face.

However, you had a cute and dorky smile on your face while you handfed them all equally. Some of them bit you by accident but it was no more painful than a light pinch. Your smile was bright enough to light up a whole room, Chishiya thought as he held back the urge to smile at your antics.

A chuckle from the old vendor caught both of your attention. When she noticed she sighed softly, "Sorry,"

You smiled, "No worries! It's absolutely fine! Why were you chuckling anyway?" Hand finding its way to the bag full of duck feed to gather some more and hand over the pieces to the ducks.

She grinned at the both of you. "Both of you are so cute, are you a couple?"

The question caught both of you off guard. You could quite literally feel the tension rise in the atmosphere. You felt your breath hitch and your lungs close as it denied you to breath from the sudden question.

"No! No, heh, we're just friends." You shot up with an awkward smile at the lady who had understood the tension between her and you both. You look back up at Chishiya with a nervous look on your face. "Isn't that right, Chi?"

He appeared to have froze due to your question. Or was he just standing still and silent because he had zoned out? Was he deeply immersed in his thoughts?

"No, we're friends." Chishiya confirmed. You expected that answer but you couldn't help but feel the pang in your heart when he actually said it.

The vendor nodded and apologized once again for asking such a question. She went back to her small stand to mind her own business instead.

Now you and Chishiya kept on feeding the ducks until both your bags were completely empty, all in awkward silence. Not one of you tried to break the ice since it appeared that no one had anything to say after that question.

You turned to thank the lady before leaving with Chishiya without a word.

Upon arriving back at the park's entrance Chishiya decided to finally break the silence. "Well? Where are you dragging me off to next?" He asked, raising a brow at you. You had almost completely forgotten the reason why you had went out in the first place.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Slipping your hand into your slingbag, you pulled out a small crumpled paper and unfolded it.Chishiya tried to lean in and read but you pulled the paper closer to you. "Hey! Don't peek on the surprise." You pouted, forgetting all about the question for a moment.

He put his hand up defensively but it was no more than a sarcastic tease. "No peeking." He repeats before shoving his hands into his pockets once again. Chishiya was almost never seen with his hands outside his pockets outside of his home. It was almoat natural and expected.

Once you were sure he wouldn't peek again, you opened up the piece of paper before folding it once more.

"I got an idea."

"You looked at the paper which most likely had the idea.

"I have an idea." You repeated, dismissing his smart assness. "Follow me!" And once again, you boldly took a hold of his wrist and started to dash to whatever place you were dragging him to next.

The warm light of the welcome sign greeted the both of you as you stood outside a relatively new, and decently small café. And sketchy enough, the stores it was between in was a shady dentist's office and a run-down, forever closed drug store.

"This is the new coffee shop that opened last week." Chishiya noticed, looking up at the hangout's name to remember it. "It certainly has a sketchy location."

"That's cause this was the only place the owner could afford. In fact, they're actually quite creeped out by the stores beside it. I feel bad." You explained briefly, glancing at the side shops. "But that's not what we're here for, dear friend."

You pushed him inside the cafe and it was definitely much better on the inside than the out. It had relatively creamy walls and warm lights. You were surprised that the place wasn't filled with people. Tempting enough to keep this place as a secret, all to yourself.

"Sit the hell down." You brought Chishiya to a corner seat - which is, in a natural rule, one of the best seats a restaurant or any place could ask for - and sitting in front of him.

"It isn't a bad place, I'll give it that." Your bleach haired friend admitted, his eyes still roaming around. "What gave you the idea?"

A giggle escaped your lips, "I wanted to try it out. I actually visited the place a few days ago. It was completely different than now. They changed it a lot." You shrugged, "And I thought of you when I stepped in here. I thought you'd like the place."

Chishiya smiled lightly, which was again; rare. "It's good."

"Better than-"

"I haven't decided yet." He cut you off before you could finish which resulted in you giving him a cheeky smirk.

He couldn't help but feel good about himself when you admitted that you thought of him when you found this place. It felt truly honorable than his straight A's and cards with that big ol' red 'Accepted' on it. It was something near to a foreign feeling.

"About what that vendor said-" You were immediately cut off by a waiter coming up, asking for your orders. You coughed into your arm at the sudden surprise and ordered your preferred drink.

Chishiya glanced at you and the waiter, what was with the question? He quickly ordered his own drink as you thanked the waiter before they left.

Another set of an awkward silence filled between the both of you. He was curious about your earlier question but didn't want to push you, you looked embarassed enough after choking on your own spit.

"Don't think about it. She just made a mistake, it's fine." Chishiya wanted to say something else but decided to take matters into his own hands instead. "It's not that uncommon. Sometimes expected."

You nodded at his words. "Right.. I forgot, they have board games here! You wanna play?" You beamed up, changing the subject. He glanced his eyes to the side, finding the board games that you were talking about.

All of them were stacked on a small bookshelf that had a good amount of books on it as well.

"Sure, we'll play." He shrugged without a care. "Why don't you choose the game, Y/N?"

You hummed out a yes and took your time; reading all the board game labels. There were many of them but you wanted to try out something bold, something Chishiya would actuallu want to play with you. "Ah! Chess."

Why Chess? You finally processed your declaration.

"Oh, Chess?" Chishiya looked back at you. What a bold declaration of war. "Sure, why not."

You felt yourself gulp and begin to pray for your mistakes and for your well being, choosing a game like this against a guy like Chishiya. You've already made a decision and stood up and made your walk of shame towards the small chess board.

Bringing the board to your table, you gathered yourself the confidence and smacked the board down.

"Bring it on, Shuntaro." A smirk appeared on your face, a bold glimmer in your eyes.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." You burp out, watching your side of the chess board with bored and tired eyes. You've already accepted your death wish an hour ago.

Now you were here with two empty cups, 3 hours that passed by and found yourself with only a King and a Pawn against Chishiya's fucking army. You've paid for your drinks an hour ago and you were still here, suffering.

"You chose the game." He defended. He looked unchanged - just the same guy three hours ago. Meanwhile you sat in front of him, a hand in your hair and tired eyes.

You weren't sleepy, you were just tired of watching your entire empire fall.

"You're enjoying this, I know it. Behind those blank eyes of yours? You're enjoying this." An almost pathetically dramatic voice of sulking came from you as you connected your forehead onto the table.

You could feel him shrug in front of you.

"But alas!" You rose dramatically, "That was my plan all along!" You moved your king to the line of sight of his queen, making yourself lose. "I forfeit. Besides, we're gonna miss the best part of today!"

Chishiya watched as you obliterated yourself and throwing the chess pieces off the board and clean up. "Fun game." He responded to your actions.

"It was not at all fair." You pushed and closed the board up when you finished counting off the chess pieces and went off to put it back in respect. "You're far smarter than me and you know it."

"You chose th-"

"Yeah, Yeah. 'I chose the game' and whatnot, I get it." You echoed him in an immature tone of voice, but you'd never deny his intelligence. He technically carried you through physics and math.

He stood up and walked out beside you, hearing the same waiter who served you both give their thanks.

"The last stop shouldn't be too far from here." You were looking at that old crumpled piece of paper you had a while ago.

After just a few minutes, maybe 10, of walking, you found both yourselves in front of a popular convenience store joint that you and Chishiya always went to for a quick lunch or snack break when you were both in highschool.

You lead him to a black bench right across the small store and placed your things down, taking your wallet out your bag.

"Stay here." You smiled before running into the building.

Chishiya stared at the all too familiar black bench. No, he didn't sit, the black bench gave him an overflow of memories when you both hung out here. You and Chishiya would buy anything you both wanted and were able to buy from the store and sit out here, exchanging notes and occasionally jokes. He smiled at the thought.

"I told you to sit!" You pointed at him accusingly as you held a brown paper bag in your other arm. The sounds of the bells on the doors clinged together when you exited the building.

"I was." Chishiya turned his way to you.

"After almost 10 minutes of me being in there? Come on." You chuckled and decided to sit down on the black bench yourself. He followed right after you. "Check out what I got!"

You ruffled your hand into the paper bag with joy, tongue sticking out and biting softly on the muscle. "Boom!" You cheered when you took it out.

It was a small almost medium, cute pink cake - which was his favorite whipped strawberry flavor - with Chishiya's favorite cookies decorated on the outer curve.

You handed it to chishiya with the same dorky smile you had when you were feeding the ducks at the park. He observed the writing on the cake with narrow eyes.

'Hapi'

'You de'

'Congratatulations!!!'

Despite the spelling error, and the very messy writing, you still smiled like an idiot and Chishiya couldn't help but appreciate the fucked up cake. He actually showed you his smile that time.

Can you believe it? Making Chishiya smile 3 maybe even 4 times today?

It made yourself smile even wider that you had to put your chin on your hands.

"You spelled 'Congra-"

"I'm aware of my mistake Chishiya but there's clearly no more room for anymore mistakes on that cake." You pointed at the cake which really did have no more room for anymore icing.

He exhaled with a smile, his way of laughing or chuckling at you genuinely at best, before opening the plastic lid.

"Oh and, if you want anymore of your bland ass cookies, there's more in the bag. Can't understand why you like that crap." You jokingly gave him a cringed look and stuck your tongue out in disgusted exaggeration. But, you got it for him.

"Fork?" Chishiya asked, looking back up at you.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot." You opened up your sling and pulled out two plastic forks. "I figured that there wasn't going to be any free forks in the store so I decided to bring some."

Handing him one, you were more than ready to eat the cake with him.

As both of you dipped in for the first bite, you both heard the sounds of popping in the sky which caught Chishiya off his guard.

Fireworks were in the sky. All different colors, blending in so well in the night sky.

"Would you look at that." You said in awe through the cake in your mouth. "I wonder who put that there."

"You did something, didn't you?" Chishiya looked at you, unamused but still appreciative. You could tell it through the way how soft his eyes looked. It was much softer and quite happier than usual, and you were proud.

"I may have asked some friends." You shrugged, meeting his gaze.

Both of you had not only the warm light emitting from the convenience store, but the different colors of the fireworks that temporarily glowed on both of your faces.

You thought he looked so pretty in all of the colored sparks of light. You could get used to his eyes if it were like this.

"I'm really happy and proud of you, Chish." You said all full of truth, hitting his shoulder playfully. "You need to hear it sometimes, no?"

"I guess." Chishiya answered with a shrug again, lifting another fork full of cake near his mouth. "Thanks, I think."

You chuckled, finally hearing those words come out of his mouth felt so satisfying to you. You were even sure he never really said it all to anyone. The sparks in the sky continued to flash in the sky all so beautifully. "Don't mention it."

Maybe he could get used to this, having someone like you. It made him feel all warm and proud for once.

#aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya x reader #x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #box writes #chishiya

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bambikisss · 1 year

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OMG GUE SUNG CHO IMAGINE WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU ARE PREGNANT OMG IT WOULD BE SO SWEET PLS MAKE IT

A/N: I saw this an immediately gasped. This man would be so wholesome!! This has not been proofread as I wrote this during a class break, lol.

TAGLIST: @minaamhh

"Aunt Y/N, can you give me the salt?"

You smiled as you handed one of Guesung's nephews the salt shaker, helping him to add a suitable amount to his food before placing it back down next to you. You had gone out with Guesung and his niece and nephews, deciding to end the long day with some dinner.

"Here, baby," Guesung placed a thick piece of steak onto your plate before starting a new one. You thanked him, cutting a piece before holding it to his lips. You knew he hadn't eaten yet since you all came to the restaurant, focused on cooking the meat instead for everyone. He accepted it, humming as he chewed it. "I want one too, Aunt Y/N~"

You laughed softly, cutting up pieces of your steak for them as Guesung scolded them softly for not eating their own food, but instead asking for yours. His niece and both of his nephews loved you to bits, even a bit more than Guesung. That meant that they were very possessive of you, so you weren't able to do anything with Guesung without one of them trying to push their way in between you and him. You fed the kids, enjoying how sweet they were as Guesung placed the newly cooked steak onto your plate.

"Eat up, Y/N. You haven't really eaten all day," he placed his hand on your thigh as you ate, his thumb comfortably rubbing your leg as he finished cooking the food. You rubbed his back, thanking him for cooking as the table quieted down as everyone focused on eating.

You didn't know why, but you weren't fond of any food at all today. All of your favorites were making you sick. Throughout the day, he offered you many things to snack on, pouting whenever you declined. He even got you a big bag of cheese-its, which is your favorite. So, after dinner when you declined to get ice cream, he knew something was up.

When you got home, you suddenly paused as you felt an overwhelming craving for those cheese-its he had gotten you, which were in the car. You found your husband getting ready for a shower, stopping him as he removed his shirt. "Can you go grab those cheese-its?" Guesung paused, asking why you couldn't get it yourself. You gently wrapped your arms around his bicep, offering him your best puppy eyes, making him sigh. He put his shirt back on before making his way to the car, getting the food before handing it to you.

He noticed how clingy you had gotten lately as well, using your famous puppy eyes whenever you asked him to do anything. He wasn't complaining as he loved to have you close, but he was worried about you.

Guesung took you with him to train in Spain since you could work remotely, hoping to see why you changed. When you weren't with him, you were with the other significant others going around town. You hadn't thought anything about how you had been acting as of late until one of the other girls mentioned it. "Maybe you're pregnant?" you almost dropped your drink, declining the idea immediately. There's no way you could be, especially because you hadn't had sex with him in a few weeks. "You never know, Y/N, until you take a test." You nodded, realizing that may be the reason that you may have been acting differently.

You popped into a nearby convenience store to grab a box of tests before heading back to your shared place with Guesung. You hid in the bathroom, taking 5 before turning on a timer, sitting down on the tub as you waited. You weren't nervous about it coming out positive; in fact, you were excited. You had seen how happy Guesung was when he spent time with his nieces and nephews, so you weren't worried about how he felt about having kids.

"Baby? Are you in there?"

You jumped as Guesung knocked on the bathroom door, quickly placing a towel over the tests before he could open the door. He smiled as he kissed your forehead, now unfazed by your nervous appearance. You smiled, wrapping your arms around your his sweaty body, looking up at him. He looked down at you with so much love, kissing your forehead once more as your phone's timer went off. "Are you timing yourself using the bathroom or?" he chuckled, making you stuff your face into his chest. You turned it off before asking him to go wait in the bedroom, gently pushing him out. He now looked worried, asking if you were alright. You nodded, saying that you just needed some privacy. He obliged, closing the door behind him as he left to go sit down on the bed. You took a deep breath as you checked the tests, smiling as you noticed that they all came out positive.

You were pregnant.

You picked them up before making your way out to where he was sitting, taking in his caring appearance. When he noticed you approaching him, he sat up, wrapping his arms around your thighs. "Are you alright, Y/N? If you don't feel well then we can go to-"

"I'm pregnant." He paused at your words, his eyes widening as you showed him the tests. While you thought you should've waited and told him in a cute way, you were satisfied with telling him this way. He took a second to look over the results before leaning forward, kissing your stomach. Everything you had been recently doing now made sense; how clingy you were being, your rapid change of food preferences.

He tried to stop himself from crying, squeezing you tightly as he could, repeatedly kissing your stomach as you run your hands through his hair. You could tell from how he was acting how happy he was like you knew he'd be.

"Are you alright, baby?" you rubbed his back comfortingly. He at first didn't say anything before whispering "we're going to have a child of our own...a baby." You could tell he was on the verge of crying, which made you cry. He smiled as he stood up, kissing you lovingly as he picked you up, placing you on the bed as he held you close.

"I love you, baby. And you," he leaned down to whisper against your stomach "I love you so much. I can't wait to meet you."

~ <3 ~

"Baby, I couldn't find the ice cream you wanted."

You pouted as you waddled over to him, rubbing your stomach as he took out the groceries. He apologized as he kissed your forehead, rubbing your stomach before he handed you the ramen you had been searching for. Your eyes lit up as he offered to cook it for you, ushering for you to rest back on the couch. "Love has been making me crave it so much. Besides ice-cream and that ramen, that's all I've been wanting to eat."

The day after Guesung had found out you were pregnant, he began to call the baby "Love." Whenever he talked to your stomach, he would always say "Hi Love, it's daddy." He would read to your stomach or talk about his most recent soccer game. He even had a pillow he would place on your lap while he talked to the baby so you could run your hands through his hair. You thought it was so cute and the sweetest thing you'd ever seen.

He was keen on taking good care of you and your baby, having you rest more than you usually would. He would go out in the middle of the night to get your cravings and would always bring you any food you requested while he was out training.

"Be careful, baby. It's very hot," He placed the ramen down in front of you to give it time to cool down, leaning down to kiss your stomach. You relaxed as "Love" kicked, happy to get some attention from Guesung, making him smile. "Love is awake, baby," you placed his hand on your stomach, watching as the kicks moved toward his hand before calming down. Guesung's smile grew wider as he spoke softly to the baby, hoping to help the baby calm down so you didn't feel the harsh kicks. "I think Love is going to be like daddy and be a soccer player," you laughed, wincing as the baby did a harsh kick. Guesung kissed your stomach, asking Love softly to calm down, rubbing the area. "I hope so. I think Love is a girl, though."

You ran your hands through his hair, asking how he knew. He only shrugged before saying "I just have a feeling."

Well, his feeling was correct.

"Look at her little nose!" you turned in your hospital bed as Guesung showed his soccer team D/N, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He had a proud smile on his face as she sighed cutely, everyone's heart melt. When Guesung noticed that you were awake, he made his way over to you, kissing your forehead before placing D/N next to you. "She looks as pretty as mommy does."

Guesung kept that same attitude as D/N grew up, helping you the best he could, whenever he could. You had to admit that D/N was a bit of a daddy's girl, clinging to him whenever she could. You didn't mind, though; it was cute to see D/N and Guesung all snuggled up together.

And soon enough, she turned 5.

"Mommy! Daddy's coming!"

You held D/N up as Guesung and the rest of his team came rushing over after the game, all sweaty but happy with the win. Guesung picked up D/N as he kissed your cheek, then kissed hers when she pouted. "I won my first soccer game!" Guesung smiled as D/N told him about the game she had on Friday, his face showing how proud he was. That was another thing he was right about; she wanted to be a soccer player just like him.

When you all arrived back at the hotel, you put D/N to sleep while Guesung showered. She chose to sleep in the middle as she wanted to be in between you both, which you didn't mind. When he came out and saw her asleep, he felt his heart melt. His two favorite people in the world all snuggled up together; it was like a dream to him. He kissed you lovingly before slipping into the bed next to her, smiling as she snuggled up to him. "I'm so happy I met you, Y/N." You furrowed your brows as you met his eyes, smiling at how much love he had in his. "I got to marry you, and now you've brought D/N into the world...It's all I could've ever wanted and more." You felt your eyes well up as he kissed your cheek, his wedding ring clinking with yours.

"Daddy, you're being too loud!" you both looked down to see a slightly awake D/N pouting at you both for waking her up, making you laugh. "Sorry, we'll be quiet." You kissed her forehead as Guesung laid down fully.

#cho gue sung #cho gue sung imagines #cho gue sung x reader #cho guesung #~bambi

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sochawrites · 4 months

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Hello, everyone! It's been a long time, hasn't it?

This one is for @justagenderfluidstuff, based off of a prompt from them.

Please, forgive me for how long it took! 🥺👉👈

I wish you all a happy New year!

Hands

Bane x Male!reader

"Awfully convenient, you know. I have an empty hand... you have an empty hand..."

Reconnaissances were always so boring, so tedious, so monotonous. The hours stretched on and on as if the days didn't want to end, and the weather was seldom in your favour. It was safe to say you hated being sent on surveillance, even to the point of your blood boiling whenever someone mentioned it around you, bitching and whining and doing all you could to convince someone to go instead of you. But even then, there was one exception.

No one ever dared to refuse a direct order from the boss. So whenever he came to you with a command to join him on sentry, you couldn't say no, or, rather than that, didn't want to.

Everyone could tell Bane treated you differently than the rest of his mercenaries, but besides speculations, nobody really knew why. He was known to be ruthless whenever someone made the slightest mistake, made one wrong move or dared to talk back. But you? He let you off easy, rarely ever giving you any punishment. And you were always more than happy to exploit this.

You enjoyed pushing the boundaries, and he hardly ever stopped you. At times, when there weren't ears around, Bane even tested the waters himself, which entertained you even more. You grew rather fond of him, some would say you even developed a little crush. And although occasionally his wit could be a bit irritating, going on a reconnaissance together was guaranteed to be fun.

Or at least it would be if it wasn't cold, wet and foggy night. You could hardly see the targeted site, everything was damp, and you were freezing. Yet there was Bane, leaning against a wall with binoculars in his hand, patiently looking out into the mist and waiting for any sign of movement. Hot breath making its way through the slits in his mask was the only sign of outside elements on him, even though he was dressed in less layers than you.

You just couldn't help but throw him a very irritated look.

"That expression will freeze on your face if you keep it any longer." Bane hissed, watching you out of the corner of his eyes, though there wasn't any real menace in his voice. You chuckled as you continued to pace around, pulling on your gun strap to adjust it once again. "It would be a miracle if it was just my face that would freeze. It's so cold I can't feel my hands, and I don't know how you expect me to notice anything when I can't see shit!" you thrashed your arms around as you exclaimed the last words, being shushed immediately after.

"If you dressed up more, like I have told you-" Was he really criticising you for something he did himself? "Oh, you're the one to talk, mister 'exposed skin all day, every day'. Don't tell me you don't feel the cold-ass air at all." you looked at the masked man in a slight disbelieve.

You both locked eyes momentarily before he stared forward once more "The weather has not concerned me for a long time now, Y/N. You, on the other hand, have a tendency to turn blue…". You could practically hear the smirk, and it made a little smile appear on your negligibly blue lips.

"Come on, you make it sound like I'm some baby that cries at the slightest of inconveniences!" you whined. "Yet you complain." Bane fired right back, looking at you once more, "Do not come to me when you fall ill.".

He sounded serious, but deep down, you had a feeling he wouldn't complain if you did. But that didn't change the fact that you would definitely benefit from warming up, even if just barely. "Why don't we start a little fire then! There's some junk around that-"

"No."

Bane cut you off, starring you down, clearly against the idea. "Why not? It's not like those idiots over there will notice the light from the flames, and if they do, I may be able to at least pull the trigger." you tried to argue, but it was to no avail. He kept silently gazing at you as if he was done with the conversation.

Hanging your head low in defeat, you made your way slowly up to the tall man, leaning against the wall right beside him, whispering, "Awfully convenient then, you know. I have an empty hand… You have an empty hand…". You looked up to meet Bane's half-lidded gaze with one of your own, reaching out with your fingers to brush against the back of his hand. It was so warm it stung. "You are playing with fire…" Bane threatened in a low voice.

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him, even though there was still some space between you, "Please, Bane, I'm so fucking cold…". The man closed his eyes, contemplating, the mask letting out a long, soft hiss, as his hand slowly turned, enveloping yours tightly.

A bright smile crept onto your face immediately, your body practically vibrating. The connection between you had been unspoken for a long time, but until now, actions were never truly made. "See? It wasn't so hard, was it?" you beamed at Bane, whose only reply was a groan and an averted gaze. You caressed his skin with your thumb, enjoying the sensation of the returning feeling in your hand and savouring every moment.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Bane cramming his binoculars into his pocket, but his body was just as stoic as before, still turned towards the warehouse. You tilted your head and furrowed your brows in confusion, about to ask what was happening, when he reached out and held your other hand softly right below the elbow.

Bane tugged gently, pulling you in front of him, "Not one word." was all he said when he met your gaze. You nodded, curious about where this was heading. He pulled your arms behind himself, hiding them in the warmed-up space between his back and his coat, before letting go and wrapping his hands around you.

It was a hug, and you happily reciprocated as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, or as close as you could. Bane slowly shifted the weight of his head over to the top of yours, and you couldn't help but grin. You fought against every sound that threatened to escape your throat, fearing Bane would cut the moment short.

"Have you considered that going on surveillances with me was meant as your punishment?" Bane spoke in a hushed voice. Of course you thought of that. What's a better way to punish someone who hates going on reconnaissance so much than to send them on one? Shame it was with the wrong person.

You nuzzled closer to his skin, daring to leave a soft kiss on his collarbone, "At first, but it never felt like it". You were breathing as one, calm and long breaths separating the gusts of steam. Listening to his heartbeat, you let your body soak in the heat.

#He's my blorbo and it shows #bane #bane x reader #request #reader insert #bane x male reader #bane x male!reader #TDKR Bane #None of you can convince me that this man owns a pair of gloves #Perhaps a prequel to 'Joytoy'?

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justheblueberry · 6 months

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the process of binding a study in scarlette:

SO. i had a Vision for this fic, right from the start. so many new things i wanted to do and almost no idea how to do it. but let's start from the beginning, shall we?

i usually don't do anywhere NEAR this amount of brainstorming and designing but the fic has so many motifs and details that i knew i wanted to fit in, so i had to draw it all out and piece everything together.

here are a few of my behind-the-scenes brainstorming notes:

this was the very first brainstorm i did, it was basically me flinging a bunch of cool book stuff i saw other people doing at the wall and seeing what stuck in my brain.

this was an idea for a cover which incorporated symbols for each of the chapters inside the branches, but i just wasn't fond of the execution of the draft. so i scrapped it, eventually settling on the silhouette cover for the final.

i had big dreams! and not much experience to back it up with ! so after finishing the typeset, i put it aside for a bit and did a couple other binds first.

this was my second brainstorm, i started to figure out the direction i wanted the illustrations to go in, no longer aimlessly tossing vibes around!

i did a lot of waffling about different versions of the back cover design. here's a couple that i scrapped!

over the summer, i decided to finally stop procrastinating and printed out the typeset (after making a few revisions to it). it's a Chonk. i pressed it some, which helped, but it definitely still had a lot of swell.

sewing with red thread.

endpapers cut, glued, and a glow in the dark paint test.

built a press...up til this point i'd just been stacking a bunch of thick books on top of my binds, but for this one i needed a lying press to sand my edges, so i finally caved. who needs tools? my edge painted book needs tools :(

sanding edges with power sander

so. this was my first time doing anything with edges, so i did a little test on a book i already had; it was a bit of a process trying to work out how much i should dilute it, and it took a bit of trial and error. doing the bottom edge first was the right call ^^;; it's the flakiest out of all the edges on the final bind. i'm really happy with the fore edge though, i got a really even and nice coat on it.

rounding, gluing and (an attempt at) backing

so. it was the day before i was moving. i had run out of time to procrastinate any more. the rounding was quite rushed and i barely backed it at all. there was also the fact that i don't have backing boards and was winging it with absolute unfounded confidence. it still turned out okay though so i got away with it!

dug out a 5 yen coin from who knows where for the bookmark. didn't have pliers with me yet so i had to close the crimp with a metal water bottle and arm strength. who needs tools right

endbands. i love sewing endbands, but man, for chonk fics it gets Long. i think they each took like 2-4 hours to do. i briefly considered learning double core endbands for this bind but decided against it as i barely just got a handle on regular ones. discovery: my ambitions have limits!

this was my finalized cover design. i had planned to do it all with htv, but last minute decided to do the silhouette as a linocut instead. i'd never done one before but i had the materials and the fearlessness that only a beginner (who does not know the limits of fear) can have; i think it turned out good :>

the final stretch!!!! it was at this point, when i realized that the size i'd carved the linocut at would be too wide for the half binding case i had planned. improvisation time. i decided to switch from a regular case binding to a three piece bradel. i have only done case bindings and stab bindings at this point...and with only mild panic and stubborn hubris to fuel me, i went for it. i had already attached an oxford hollow and cut my boards, but it probably wouldn't make too much of a difference! fuck around and find out!

cutting the cloth and adhering the htv. the summary on the back was HELL to weed, and some of the letters ended up crooked. i should've just printed it letterpress, but i was running out of patience.

i followed DAS bookbinding's tutorial on youtube of his in-boards three piece bradel and the part where i had to tuck in the spine cloth in between the hollow was definitely the trickiest, but it went okay in the end!

after attaching the boards and gluing down the endpapers i was finally done!!!! after months and months of the unfinished textblock guilting me from the corner of my room, it's finally finished! fancy pics coming soon!

i learned SO MUCH from this bind, sanding edges, painting edges, linocuts, multiple colors of htv, oxford hollows, and a whole new style of binding....yeah. it was a ride! thanks for reading to the end!

#process #wip #in progress #a study in scarlette #for the amount of new stuff i was bullshitting through i cannot believe i did not make any huge fuck ups #one of the gold corners isn't mirrored #and the edge painting isnt perfect #and the spine got a couple small wrinkles #but honestly those are all pretty minor

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Starker Valentine's Gift: How to Train Your Rutting Alpha [3/9?]

The number of chapters is pretty much up in the air rn as is how long these chapters will be 😂 I'll update it when I have a better idea. A cold took me out for half the month but hopefully I'm back to writing. Have a 6.5k update?

Summary: Tony is the mentor here so of course he needs to take charge. Still sucks to be the responsible one though.

WC: 6505

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Notes: Fic notes: omegaverse, Uncle Tony, underaged (17 yo Peter), intersex omegas, dubcon, public sex, creampie, knotting, scent marking, cum marking, barebacking, condoms, future mpreg, mating, bottom Tony Stark, vaginal sex

New notes: cock cage, praise kink, nipple play, first kiss

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Typical alpha, Tony thought, amused, when Peter scrambled to make himself presentable.

All this was still new to him so as he was putting his clothes to rights, his cheeks were tomato red and he couldn't bear to make eye contact with anyone.

Kid, Tony wanted to say with fond exasperation, I'm the one that got tackled and fucked like a bitch in heat. How are you going to act so self-conscious now?

But he kept it to himself. Peter was, after all, still just a silly pup just growing into his own adulthood. Sex and all that, as liberal as alphas and omegas were, was still new to his poor nephew.

So Tony didn't tease, not even when Peter had to tuck his still half-hard cock into his pants with a wince. Then he fussed over his Uncle, helping him onto his feet and apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Tony. I didn't… It's never been that strong before and I just, I know it's no excuse but…" Peter ducked his head, gripping Tony's arm.

Once he was back on his feet, Tony took control as the experienced omega. He ignored the unpleasant way cum was starting to leak out of him and just patted Peter on the arm.

"Come along, puppy," Tony commanded and this time, he snagged the boy's wrist. Giving the boy a once over, he found that Peter was compliant and was easily tugged along.

Even then, he kept an eye on the boy. He had learned his mistake.

As they made their way to the elevators, he shot an apologetic look at the receptionist but nothing more than that. He wasn't going to test the poor pup's control though he did have to make sure they'd have to come back and address his actions.

Peter happily followed him to the elevators and while the boy fidgeted in place, Tony reassessed what he'd have to do to guide his boy.

"Alright. Well then," Tony said as the doors opened to the penthouse. "We're gonna have that talk and then we'll start on teaching you all about the birds and the bees, the alphas and the omegas. But first–"

He pushed Peter down onto the couch and reaching into a box he had on the coffee table, he tossed the retrieved item to the boy.

Peter caught it instinctively and then looked up in shock.

"Uncle Tony…?"

"Yep," Tony said cheerfully with a clap of his hands, "A cock cage. I was going to wait to use it but seeing as your instincts are a bit stronger than I anticipated and I need you to focus, I'm gonna need you to put that on for now."

Peter stared down at the cock cage but he was a smart boy and didn't protest. Tony could see, though, that the thought of putting it on was actually turning the pup on. That bulge in his pants hadn't been there before and although it wasn't meant as a form of punishment, Tony wasn't about to jerk him off either to get his dick soft enough to cage. The boy's brain would surely think it was a reward.

"Now, while you're doing that, I'm gonna go take a shower," Tony told him.

"But Uncle Tony!" It was that that made Peter protest, clutching the cock cage and looking up at his uncle with pleading eyes.

"Peter, you're sporting a chub just thinking about it," Tony pointed out, "And I don't blame you but if I get your pants off, that cock cage isn't getting put on. So I'm gonna take a shower and you can calm down or rub one out– pick your poison– and if you need any help, Friday can pull up some how-to's and guide you through it."

The young alpha pouted at that but only muttered something along the lines of I'm not asking Friday for help with this.

"She sees and knows all, kid. Might as well utilize her if you need," Tony called over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. "I expect that cage to be on when I get back."

Once in the bathroom, he got the shower turned on and the temperature was just a little hotter than he liked.

"Friday, baby girl, pull up the cams from the living room?" Tony requested as he started stripping off his clothes. He made a face at the patch of wetness in his underwear, splotches of his nephew's drying cum and his own slick.

He forgot how messy dealing with rutting alphas could be.

A little hologram popped up from his watch and he got a clear view of what his nephew was up to.

Damn, the boy took orders well. He didn't waste a second once Tony had left.

Peter was curled up on Tony's couch cushions, his face pressed up against something black. The pup had grabbed the discarded hoodie that Tony had left on the armchair and was huffing into it, greedily inhaling his uncle's scent. Between his legs, Peter was hastily jerking off, one hand wrapped around his thick girthy cock and moving at a pace that looked like it could hurt.

Fortunately, the alpha pup was leaking so much already that he had plenty of lubrication from the pre-cum alone. The benefits of being an alpha in rut or close to one anyway, all that pre-cum just dripping out. It had certainly helped when Peter mounted him in the lobby, too impatient, too eager to get his cock inside him.

The sight of Peter, his sweet alpha nephew, jerking off to his scent did funny things to Tony. Once again, he dismissed it as his omega side being pleased to be so obviously desired.

"Cheeky pup," Tony murmured, partly amused but also feeling a lick of heat igniting somewhere below the belt. "Better not get any of your spunk on my hoodie, I swear that kid is too comfortable sometimes."

Peter's cock was truly impressive, Tony thought as he supervised a moment longer. No wonder it had stung when the kid had stuck it in him. He would have to caution Peter to prep with at least four fingers before shoving that monster in anyone's pussy, maybe even fisting for anal? Tony wanted to squirm just thinking about it.

"You can shut it off, thanks, Fri," Tony said, feeling all sorts of flustered. He licked his suddenly dry lips and felt the growing warmth in his belly.

"Focus, focus," Tony said, then ducked into the shower.

He took his time, conscious of Peter rubbing one out just a room away. The hot water helped with his aching knees and his aching body, but it didn't help extinguish the heat that was building low in his belly.

He ignored it and washed thoroughly. Under the spray of the water, Tony admitted to himself that while he had gone into this a bit skeptical, he was actually looking forward to it now.

He also admitted that he had been worried that becoming Peter's omega mentor in this way would ruin their uncle/nephew relationship. Their interactions after the lobby incident put that worry to rest. Once Peter's base instincts retreated, he didn't treat Tony differently, didn't revert to calling him omega in a derogatory way. Didn't think he owned Tony just because he had fucked him.

He was still Tony's sweet alpha nephew. He was just a horny mess of an alpha when his instincts ruled his mind.

Tony could handle that. In fact, that was the whole point of this. Train the pup so that he wouldn't be a menace and could actually control those instincts and be a contributing member of society.

Satisfied that he had given Peter enough time to jerk off and hopefully put the cage on, Tony left the bathroom in an oversized fluffy white bathrobe. What was the point of clothes if he was just going to take em off anyway?

Like a good puppy, Peter was waiting for him in the living room. Nothing gave away what he had done while Tony showered and Peter was even on his phone.

As soon as Tony came into view though, he scrambled to put it away and sat up, straight and proper, like an eager student awaiting instruction.

The cock cage was nowhere in sight.

Tony nodded in approval. "Did it give you any trouble?"

"Uhh, no, it was fine," Peter said, flustered.

Tony noticed his hoodie was nowhere in sight but decided not to comment on it. It wouldn't be the first time his nephew stole a shirt or hoodie of his.

Instead, he told the alpha, "Alright, let's see it."

It took two seconds for the words to register but when they did, Peter's mouth dropped open.

"Okay," the alpha complied, breathless.

Once on his feet, he hesitated, hands on his pants zipper. Tony gave him an encouraging nod and with a deep breath, Peter shoved his pants and underwear to his thighs.

Tony gave a low whistle when confronted with the sight of Peter's alpha cock caged.

"Uncle Tony," Peter whined, embarrassed, but he didn't make any move to hide himself nor did he step away when the omega stepped closer for inspection.

The cock cage was clear plastic, top of the line for alphas. Peter's soft cock filled it nicely, neither too snug or too loose. A small padlock at the top kept the cage locked.

It looked nice or maybe it was just the sight of Peter's cock in chastity that Tony found appealing. To test it, Tony got on one knee and got a lot closer. He placed a hand on Peter's stomach to steady himself and he felt the flex of muscle underneath his touch.

"Not uncomfortable?" Tony asked as he ran a finger down the clear plastic covering Peter's cock.

"Uh…" Peter's eyes were wide when Tony looked up at him. "No, just…"

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, visibly trying to get himself under control. The cock cage did its job and the poor alpha was still soft though he was no doubt feeling turned on. This close to the boy and Tony can smell his arousal, thick and coying, trying so hard to entice and lure in an omega mate.

Tony patted the caged cock then got back to his feet. He didn't want to tease the boy too much but he couldn't help but exact a little payback for the lobby.

"You can pull your pants up," Tony told him then sat on the couch. He patted the space next to him. "Now, we have some things to discuss."

Gingerly and maybe with a bit of disappointment, the alpha covered up and sat down.

"I don't blame you for what happened in the lobby," Tony told him, "But it did give me a lot of things to think about. So here it is, kiddo, a performance review from yours truly."

He got the boy's complete attention and Peter straightened up, curious.

Tony started to tick off what he'd been thinking about in the shower.

"So let's see… These scores will be out of five," he explained. He held one finger up, "First up. One out of five for the alpha bullshit."

Peter flushed but didn't deny it. Tony had ranted enough times in the past about alpha bullshit– an alpha's uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness. Their inability to reign in their instincts. At the very least, it was inconvenient and rude and at its worst, destructive and dangerous.

No one wanted an alpha that couldn't control themselves.

"Okay, I get that," Peter accepted easily.

"Your instincts are newly coming in," Tony did say, giving his nephew some slack. "So I don't expect you to be able to control yourself entirely yet. Hence the low score. Even in that state, you only got me away from another alpha instead of attacking. I think that's a pretty good base to start with."

The words comforted the alpha pup and the upset turn of his lips softened. He was still unhappy with his own behavior, which was fine, but he trusted his uncle's judgment.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter acknowledged.

"Next, pleasuring your omega…" Tony was between giving him a two or a three but ultimately decided on the lower score. "Two out of five. You touched my cock at the beginning which was nice– very nice, actually. But I think that was more due to you being curious. In the end, I got a nice orgasm out of it but it was more to luck and the size of your dick than anything else."

"Oh!" Peter was pleased and mortified. Pleased Tony derived some pleasure from Peter's fumbling attempt but also mortified that he had been so caught up in fucking that he hadn't tried to get Tony off himself. "I'll work on it…"

Tony patted his hand, "I know, kid. That's what this is all about, after all. There's other stuff too, like how I enjoyed it but other omegas might not like the rough fucking as much as I do."

"You liked it?" Peter perked up like the cute puppy that he was.

"That's what you wanna take from that?" Tony gave him a look then rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I liked it but as your mentor, I have to remind you, or well, teach you, to be conscientious of your partner."

Clearly, Peter wanted to debate this more but Tony wasn't going to budge on this. Looking at Tony's face, the boy finally nodded in acceptance.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter said then added, "I'll be more observant."

Satisfied, Tony then rattled off the next score, "Good. Alright, next one. One out of five for sex safety– You came inside without permission. No condom either."

And because Tony was guiding him, the omega conveniently left out that he happened to like creampies so this, in regards to him, was a non-issue. Tony had to think about Peter's possible future lovers or mate, after all.

The blushing alpha nodded once more, no objections, so Tony continued.

"Foreplay," Tony said, "also a one out of five, don't mind it too much since I'm sure you'll be better once we get some lessons in. Just something to have in mind."

With that comment, Peter's eyes took on a glazed look and Tony patted his hand to get his attention again.

He did, however, raise his brow at the alpha. "If you have any requests, I can, of course, put them into my lesson plans. You've always been a bright kid but I'm sure having a subject you're interested in wouldn't hurt."

"Yeah... I'll keep it in mind," Peter said, voice coming out faint. Tony can practically see the thoughts whirling around in his nephew's pretty little head and well, he was curious for sure.

What did horny little alpha pups fantasize about besides fucking a wet omega hole? Tony will surely find out since his nephew was definitely not one to hold back when it came to learning.

Tony barely stopped himself from squeezing his thighs together. They were talking about sex so wasn't it only natural for Tony to get turned on? He wasn't a young omega anymore but he wasn't dead either.

Clearing his throat, Tony finally came to the last point. Sadly, this was the big one that Tony felt was so so important to teach baby alphas coming into their own. There were too many knotheads out there and Tony refused to let his sweet nephew become one.

This matter was also one that disappointed Tony because Peter was such a sweet kid so he hadn't expected the younger alpha to do so poorly here. He thought that anyone lucky enough to be his nephew's partner would be showered with love and affection.

Finding out otherwise was… disappointing but it was okay because Peter was still learning after all.

"Affection… Gotta give you a zero, kiddo," Tony told him, obviously disappointed and letting it show.

"Affection…? Wait, what?" Peter was shocked at getting such a low score.

Tony patted Peter's hand and despite his own disappointment, he knew that Peter would strive to do so much better now that he was aware.

"Kid, you didn't even kiss me or anything," Tony explained to him. Even now, thinking about it… His nephew had lost his virginity without even having kissed him first.

Peter's face turned so red and for the first time since Tony started the scoring, he couldn't meet his uncle's eyes.

"Uncle Tony, that's not…" Peter fumbled over his words and then blurted out, "I didn't know I could kiss you!"

What?

Tony stared, incredulous. "You wouldn't kiss the omega you're mating?"

Peter's eyes jumped to him and with a shamed flush to his cheeks, he said, "I would but... You're Uncle Tony! I didn't think you'd want me to… How was I supposed to just kiss you like… on the lips?"

Ah… it suddenly made sense. In a proper setting, of course, Tony would instruct the boy on how to touch him. How to kiss him. But their lessons had not started in a proper manner due to Peter's overriding instincts going haywire.

And yet, Peter had managed to avoid kissing him because hadn't wanted to be rude, of all things.

It was… cute. That suddenly made everything much better and Tony's previous view of his nephew once again realigned.

Silly pup.

"So you fuck me but don't kiss me. That hurts, kid," Tony gently teased.

And because they were so in sync with one another, Peter groaned, knowing he was forgiven.

"Uncle Tony, I would've kissed you if I knew I could," he said with a whine, pressing closer against Tony's side and burying his face against the omega's shoulder.

Tony smiled, gotcha. He knew exactly how to proceed now and avoid all that… weird awkwardness in getting into the physical aspect of their lessons.

"Well, you can," Tony told him, matter of fact, "So. You should. Maybe I'll even revise my scoring since there was some misunderstanding…"

Peter looked up, eyes wide. "Right now? Like… right now?"

Tony smirked and caressed the boy's red cheek with gentle fingertips. "Unless you have some other excuse to give? You wanna keep the zero?"

Peter shivered under his touch, eyes still so wide. Tony could see the desire in them and it called up some of his own. This was good. Their compatibility was amazing, which was something Tony knew because they got along so well. Alpha and omega compatibility was different though so being compatible in this way… It was like the cherry on top of a sundae.

"I haven't gotten a zero on anything since like… ever…" Peter muttered, eyes dropping to Tony's lips and stayed there. "If it's okay then…"

Tony tilted the boy's face towards his in encouragement.

"I said it was okay, Pete, so go for it. I won't judge, promise," Tony told him. Peter gave him a look cause obviously he was judging if he was assigning points but still. "Okay, I won't judge harshly so go on already."

Peter stared at him a moment later and their faces were so close. He could count each of Peter's eyelashes if he wanted to. Then those eyelashes fluttered close and Peter leaned up, hands hesitatingly cradling Tony's face, and pressed his mouth chastely against Tony's.

It was over a second later and Peter pulled away.

"Was that okay, Uncle Tony?" Peter asked, eyes dipping to Tony's mouth eagerly before shooting up to Tony's eyes.

Tony felt a faint wiggle in the back of his mind, a suspicion…

"Was that your first kiss, sweetheart?" Tony asked.

Peter's expression shuttered but he gave a tight nod. "Yeah… Did I do okay…?"

Oh… oh… May was going to murder him if she found out the details of Peter's time with him. Losing his virginity before even having his first kiss…?

"It was perfect, Pete," Tony told him and it was for a first kiss. Peter had held him gently and had cautiously but eagerly kissed him. There hadn't been any tongue or anything remotely dirty about the kiss but it was Peter's first.

Tony hummed. "We can start the lessons now or… we can order food and watch a movie. Leave things for tomorrow so we can start fresh. What do you think? Had enough for today?"

Peter hesitated but didn't even have to think much before saying, "The sooner I learn, the better, right? I want to start… If you're okay with it, Uncle Tony."

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't up to it," Tony told him honestly. "Alright, so kissing… we can practice a bit, just see how things go and what feels natural."

"Okay," Peter breathed out, "Can I kiss you again then?"

"Yeah, you can kiss me again," Tony told him with a grin.

His nephew didn't need any more encouragement.

Fortunately, he didn't launch himself at Tony. Getting tackled once a day was more than enough. Peter did eagerly press against him, hands kind of hovering in the air, unsure of where to put them before he settled them on Tony's shoulders.

Their lips met again and it was the same close-mouthed kiss, innocent and sweet. Peter repeated this a few more times, breathing getting shaky at each one. Tony allowed it, letting the young alpha get a feel for it. Each time, Peter's hands slipped further down from his shoulders until finally, Tony guided one to the back of his neck and the other around his waist.

Peter eagerly obeyed and pulled his uncle close until their chests pressed against one another's.

Tony felt the need to take the next step so instead of letting Peter continue his cute closed-mouthed kisses, he cupped the alpha's face. When he moved away, Peter tried to follow but he held him off just long enough to instruct him.

"Open your mouth a little, pup," Tony instructed him and he could see Peter's eyes dilate. "I'll show you another way to kiss, the next step, if you will."

The sweet boy obeyed beautifully so when their mouths met again, Tony made sure to tilt his face just so… and let their mouths slide together in a more intimate kiss.

The omega hummed in approval when Peter's breath hitched in his throat and he pressed even more into his uncle. Their slips slotted together perfectly and just as Peter was getting used to kissing in this fashion, Tony introduced his tongue.

"Mm…!" Peter groaned, eyes squeezed shut and arms winding around Tony's back and almost crushing him with his strength.

Tony quickly reprimanded him with a harsh nip to his lip, one that made the alpha gasp and loosen his hold. Tony pressed his advantage, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck and controlling the kiss with the angle he was coming in.

It got hot and heavy fast. Tony could feel his nephew trying to control himself, most likely being urged by his instincts to push Tony down and cover his body so that no one else could see him. It was those possessive alpha instincts again, rearing its ugly head even when they were alone.

Maybe when Peter had better control, he'd allow it but for now, he slid his fingers into Peter's curls and with a harsh tug, pulled the alpha back so his throat was bared.

"Uhh!" Peter groaned, dark eyes wide and so so hungry.

His lips were kiss swollen and wet with spit, pretty lips parted open as he softly panted.

"Instincts riding you hard, hmm?" Tony murmured and at the sound of his voice, the younger alpha shuddered, hands twitching against Tony's back.

And just because he can, he reached down between Peter's legs and passed a perfunctory pass over the alpha's caged cock. Still caged, still soft.

The action had Peter whining a soft, "Uncle Tony…"

Ugh, it was such a pity that Tony had to be the responsible one.

His hips twitched into Tony's touch as though doing so would give him some sort of friction and therefore some relief. It wouldn't and they both knew it.

"Uncle Tony… Please…" Peter muttered, going lax in a truly un-alpha way. It was trusting… Submissive in nature. It fed Tony's appetite to dominate the younger alpha.

"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so well," Tony cooed to him.

He released the boy's hair and without further ado, shoved him so his back met the plush arm of the couch. In another second, Tony was on top and straddling his nephew, ass settled over his lap.

"You can touch," Tony told him and immediately Peter's hands were back on his waist, fingers no doubt eager to touch but still maintaining some sort of decency by keeping them above his ass.

The kissing resumed but now it was more of Tony consuming the boy, rubbing against his body, his ass grinding against his caged cock. The omega's scent filled the room, overpowering and domineering.

His poor nephew wasn't prepared. With the full assault of an omega's scent, Peter got drunk off it in seconds. The soft groans and pitiful moans his sweet boy made as he clutched Tony's waist with greedy hands were so delicious. It was just as addictive as his mouth, Tony decided.

He had no choice but to let Tony take control but he replicated everything his uncle did to him. Slow strokes of tongue against tongue, gentle and harsh nibbles to a plush nip.

Peter proved himself to be the quick learner that Tony always knew him to be. It became less of a lesson and more of an actual make-out. It was perfect, exactly how a young pup like Peter should learn. Tony hadn't even needed to nudge the boy into being aware of subtle cues, Peter seemed to pick it up naturally.

There were still moments when they didn't meet perfectly. Tony pulled back once and their noses bumped on the next kiss. It was a quick fix, Tony gently correcting their positions until their mouths slid wetly together, soft and perfect.

Once Tony was certain Peter got the hang of it, the omega gave one last tease of his tongue. He was delighted when Peter took initiative and swiped his tongue over Tony's, following the omega's invitation until they were once more kissing.

By the time Tony urged him back, they were both panting. Tony knew he was slicking up already and his cocklet was half hard. The boy was still caged though, he could feel the hard plastic of the cage against his ass and it gave him something nice and hard to rub against if he allowed it.

He wanted to but this wasn't about his pleasure so he refrained.

"Better," Tony praised him with a lick of his lips. "Much much better. I'd give that a three."

"Three…" Peter breathed. "If we keep going, can I get a four?"

The eagerness with which Peter asked made Tony chuckle.

"We can keep going, but we can change it up a bit."

He leaned back and Peter instantly followed, sitting up with the omega in his lap. He easily supported Tony's shifting weight and the omega leaned more into it, trusting his nephew to hold him.

"Here," Tony tilted his head to the side, fingertips tracing the delicate column of his neck. "Kiss here. No biting. Yet."

"Oh…" Peter breathed, more than excited.

"Kissing is more than lips and tongue, kid," Tony told him, trying to hide his own eagerness.

"Got it, Uncle Tony," Peter murmured before ducking his head and pressing his lips against Tony's neck.

At the first touch, Tony didn't hold back his reactions. Peter needed to learn not just what Tony was teaching him through words. He needed to learn how to read his partner's body, the subtle hints that would tell him to stop or continue.

"Ah… That's nice…" Tony breathed as Peter's warm breath caused his body to shiver in excitement.

The pup breathed heavily against the sensitive skin of his neck and Tony realized Peter was savoring the scent of him.

"You smell so good here, Uncle Tony," Peter told him, breathing deeply, lips pressed to skin.

"Hmm…" Tony hummed in acknowledgment, eyes closed and just enjoying the way Peter carried out his instructions.

The young alpha's affections were obvious as he pressed kiss after kiss onto his uncle's skin. He continued to obey Tony's rule of no biting, but Tony did feel the hint of teeth once or twice but it was never hard enough to actually count as a bite.

He allowed it, running his fingers through Peter's curls and urging him higher and higher until he was close enough to kiss again.

Bodies once more rubbed against each other, mouths and lips pressing together.

Peter groaned with his uncle on top of him, his hands finally slipping further down to cup Tony's ass.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter whined.

"No fucking tonight," Tony told him and still he pushed back against Peter's touch, sighing in pleasure when the alpha squeezed and groped his ass.

The young alpha whined at the statement but didn't try for anything. Good.

Hmm…

"How's the cage holding up?" Tony asked him.

It took a second for Peter to realize he was being asked a question but once he got it, he murmured the answer against Tony's collarbone.

"I'm not… hard… It kinda feels weird, like I know I should be but…" a harsh breath is exhaled against Tony's skin. "God, Uncle Tony… You smell so good… Taste good too, I just wanna put my mouth all over you… Taste you everywhere…"

Now, that sent a searing heat right through Tony's body and it was obvious in the way his scent spiked.

"Ah… If I had a category for dirty talk…" Tony sighed, leaning into Peter's hands and guiding the boy down to where his bathrobe was gaping open. "Would've given you a four off the bat."

"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, voice going soft and pleading. "Do you think I can kiss you… down here?"

He squeezed Tony's ass, a clear indication of just where he wanted to put his mouth next. The thought was tempting, very tempting. Tony hadn't had his pussy or ass eaten out in ages and looking into Peter's eager face, he was so so tempted to continue in this guise.

Reluctantly, Tony reigned himself in. He had plenty of time to teach the boy, he didn't need to rush. But God, this entire thing was turning out to be more of a lesson in patience for Tony.

"We'll add it to the list," Tony said, voice certain but mind screaming at the denial. The alpha pup was good with his tongue, Tony had learned, and he could only imagine how it'd feel against his holes. "For now, this is a lesson in affection and kissing, pup, so get back to it…"

And yet, Tony didn't lead Peter's mouth back to his. He guided the boy to his chest and Peter eagerly took the hint, running his tongue around a puffy areola before taking on the peaked nipples. The cheeky boy did slip one side of Tony's bathrobe down his arm in order to get better access.

The omega just shrugged the entire thing off, allowing it to pool around his waist.

The room was set at a nice warm temperature of 75° F so the full body shivers Tony experienced was all from Peter's hungry mouth suckling on him.

"Oh…" Tony groaned, head tilting back and back arching as Peter gently lapped at his nipple.

The empty feeling in between his legs ached and the more Peter played with his chest– one hand coming up to tweak the neglected one not in his mouth– the more Tony wanted to just hump against the hard ridge of the cock cage. His mind was becoming hazy in the growing pleasure and Peter wasn't faring any better.

Even when the alpha couldn't get hard, he was still a horny mess and following some of those instincts that wouldn't relent because he had an aroused omega in his grasp.

Peter's hips pushed against Tony's ass, the hard cage giving Tony such sweet friction where he wanted it. It had the omega clutching the pup's back, eyes squeezed shut and fighting against the rising force of his orgasm.

All the while, Peter's warm wet mouth made soft wet sucking sounds against his puffy nipple.

"Teeth–" Tony ended up gasping, "Just a little."

Tony groaned at the hint of teeth on his sensitive nipple. It was perfect.

Their hips were moving in rhythm now, even with Peter still caged. Thrust for thrust, both omega and alpha panting and spiraling from the scent of pheromones thickening in the air.

"Mm–" Tony sighed when Peter switched to the other nipple, leaving the one he abused peaked and shiny wet with his spit.

"Doing good, Pete… Such a good alpha," Tony praised him, fingertips massaging over his scalp. His back arched once more when Peter gave a particularly hard thrust, his arms keeping Tony in place so he felt the cage rub against him.

Fuck… Tony thought faintly. He just… really wanted to come. And considering how selfishly Peter had fucked him in the lobby, he was owed an orgasm or two.

But Tony was a generous lover and even if Peter had fucked him without reserve or thought for his own orgasm, he wasn't going to do the same. He wanted his partners to be satisfied, to be so out of their mind in pleasure that they were a boneless mess at the end.

So even though Tony had declared they'd only be kissing tonight… He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and without Peter realizing, unbuckled his pants and slipped his hands in.

"Ah!" Peter's surprised moan meant he finally realized what was going on. "Uncle Tony, y-you're…! Oh, yes– yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Uncle Tony, thank you…!"

The cage came off and Tony was quick to wrap his hand around Peter's soft cock which didn't stay soft for long. With a lapful of omega and his uncle jerking him off, Peter's alpha cock grew rapidly, becoming hot and flushed with blood in seconds.

"Oh… oh… Uncle Tony… Uncle Tony…" Peter whined, hips bucking needily and completely out of control.

Like before, once his cock got some stimulation, he lost focus of what he was doing so sadly, Tony's stiff little nipples became neglected.

Tony led the boy's mouth back to his own and at least this time, compared to the first, Peter eagerly seized his mouth in a kiss.

"Just this once, kid," Tony panted against his mouth. His hand was already dripping wet with pre-cum, the alpha too excited and leaking furiously with every stroke. "Tomorrow– Tomorrow, we're getting down to business. But for tonight, gonna make you come, pup. Think we both deserve a little reward for the successful kissing lesson…"

"Oh… Mm… Love kissing you, Uncle Tony…" Peter moaned, staring at his uncle with dark eyes.

"Mhmm…" Tony agreed, "My boy's a good kisser… Only had his first kiss today and already so good at it…"

Peter whined, the pleasure pushing him beyond words. His hips jerked, sloppy and hard, with every stroke of Tony's hand. And just like before, the poor pup didn't last long.

He barely had any warning before he was shooting off, but he did give something like a warning, an urgent "Uncle Tony–!"

It was an improvement.

One hand flew to his knot but was pushed away for Tony to take care of it.

The boy fell apart in his hands, his eager cock shooting off with a thick load despite having already come earlier. It made such a mess as he spilled in stripes and covered Tony's hand in a cloudy glaze and some spurts shot high enough that it splattered over the omega's exposed chest.

"God, kid, it's like you're so pent up even though I know that's not true…" Tony panted even as he eked out the last few drops from Peter's cock.

He eyed the thick cloudy drops of semen on his fingers and fuck it– he'd already gone back on what he was going to do, he might as well do what he wanted.

Tony popped his cum covered fingers in his mouth, licking off the taste of his nephew with a few swipes of his tongue.

"God, that's so hot, Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, slumped against the couch but staring fascinated at the pink of Tony's tongue swiping over his fingers. Then he groaned miserably, "You didn't come."

"Hmm…" That was true and Tony was feeling a bit frustrated over it, but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed.

"Let me eat you out, Uncle Tony…" Peter all but pleaded, but Tony shook his head. He was too… needy… to allow the kid time to explore and learn how to do it properly.

If he didn't take care of himself now, they were going to end up going at it, he just knew it. The pup's cock was already trying to perk up and Tony wanted to set some sort of boundary, okay.

"Just sit there and look pretty, alright?" Tony instructed as he took his own cock in hand and started to jerk off. He lifted himself from his nephew's lap, his other hand going between toned thighs and sinking two fingers where he was dripping wet.

"Watch," Tony breathed out, eyes drifting closed as he focused on his own pleasure.

Watch and learn. A flimsy instruction but Tony just wanted to get off so he pushed his body quickly to the edge.

With his fingers soothing some of the ache and his cocklet getting some attention, it was easy for Tony to get there.

Surprisingly, the thing that pushed him over the edge was a soft wet mouth closing over his nipple. His eyes flew open at a harsh suck, a strangled "Pete–" as he wobbled on his knees.

The alpha's arms stabilized him, Peter's hooded eyes looking at him hungrily.

"Ugh…!" Tony came with his nephew's mouth on his nipple and one hand jerking his cocklet while the other stuffed his pussy.

The orgasm swept all reason away, and when he collapsed against the pup, Peter nuzzled against his sweat damp neck.

"Fuck, kid…" Tony said once he regained his breath. "You're such a Stark… Only wanna listen when it works for you, huh?"

Peter kissed his neck and gently eased Tony's fingers from between his legs. Then he was licking the slick from Tony's fingers and that was answer enough.

"Brat…" Tony said fondly even as Peter gave him a cheeky smile and licked his lips.

They kissed again, leisurely this time, and the taste shared between them– Peter's cum and Tony's slick… Delicious.

#starker #madstarker writes #nff #omegaverse #starkercest #madstarker: how to train your rutting alpha #uncle tony #sfstarkercest23

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@f4tef4ll from here

could you please kiss me goodnight ? Ike's words are enough to make him do a double take. He's used to joking around with Ike with simple but playful banter as he helps him work on what feels like a never ending list of important tasks. Sarcastic remarks are something they exchange daily yet... Yet this doesn't feel like a joke. At least, not completely. Is Ike testing him? Trying to figure him out? If Ike wants to 'figure him out' he'll need to get in line because he wasn't sure what his sexuality was before the end of the world and with how much shit he has to worry about now, he sure as hell doesn't know what it is now either. The silence is audible and echoing as he takes one last drag of his cigarette before grinding it into the dirt, extinguishing it. Is Ike joking? Is the anxiety of the ranch thing getting to Ike and making him crave affection wherever he can find it? Does Ike just need something to do to pass the time? The possibilities are endless and he's probably overthinking it to. Running a weary hand over his face, he turns to look at Ike, "You're weird as hell, you know that right?" it should be an insult but he finds himself pausing to chuckle. "I'm neither awake enough nor smart enough to play mind games with you. What are you really tryin to ask me?"

"Mind games!" Ike hoots at the mere idea. "I am not your fella for those, chopper. I have enough crap on the brain at any given time to keep track of without any made-up stuff to also keep straight."

Ike shakes himself out in a long, gawky wriggle as they're walking, past the livestock pens where they'd been cleaning the rot out of a sheep hoof. With Hazel at the Ranch the ordinary animal-tending duties have fallen mostly to Ike, who's still got the motions tucked away in his brain from his rural upbringing. Something as specific as tending to a wounded animal takes more effort, though, and he'd enlisted Alden to help hold the sheep still for the sensitive -- and pretty disgusting -- operation.

"I thought it was pretty damn obvious what I was asking," Ike says, shooting Alden a sidelong glance. "A kiss goodnight! It's late, I'm tired, we just did something fuckin' gross as shit but we probably saved that ewe's life, and I'd ask Orion but he's out on a raid. Come on, surely this isn't such a far out request! Surely many a fine filly's asked you to lay one on her in your day!"

He chortles, adding, "--now admittedly I'm more a broke down old nag than a filly, but still. If you're not gonna kiss me I'll get it somewhere else. Paxton!" Ike raises his voice in a holler, abruptly, shouting for the baby donkey that's particularly fond of him. "Pax! Where are ya, boy!"

#with: alden #p: ald001

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cleromancy · 6 months

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still thinking about mia!

in particular i found the deliberate and thoughtful way ga01 approached the concept of a plucky teen sidekick refreshing... because sidekicks are a staple of the genre, right, and moreover most of us *like* them, so how do we justify the "good guys" *having* them when we're also writing stuff with way more realism than the old stuff?

and to be honest i don't really need that when im reading, i can suspend my disbelief. but you have to commit to the bit when you're the one writing it, you have to believe it. and a lonely place of dying... it did ok for what it was and im extremely fond of it, but i also think it was already walking away from like... the fact that batman got robin killed, yk. it was walking away from what that meant. and like i said thats fine. if they never brought robin back i never would have gotten into comics in the first place, yknow?

but i think the exploration of some of the thorny concepts around mia sidekicking in ga is great because like. this is *emphatically* not an omelas situation. green arrow definitively does not "need" a speedy and it is also emphatically not speedys job to provide a counterbalance or whatever.

ok this got long. putting in a cut here

and both dinah and roy absolutely tear into ollie about his decision to let mia sidekick with him--and i feel like ive read a fair few kid/teen sidekick stories which have the kid wind up in danger (or whatever) regardless of the adult trying to discourage them, and the adult at that point figures if theyre going to sneak out/disobey/whathaveyou its better to do it where the adult can keep an eye on them. and there are times when this is presented like the adult literally cannot convince the child not to do those things, which. yknow. we understand how fiction works so we also know if the writer says the kiddo wont listen to any reason, that the adult just doesn't have the power over them to stop them, then thats what happened... but the implications about the power dynamic and the adults ability to set reasonable boundaries dont paint a *great* picture.

but GA doesn't do that... i would argue mia was being set up to be the 2nd speedy all the way back to dinah and roys conversation in that plane where they just learned ollie might be alive and cant stop bitching about him lol. and iirc this is within the first 6 issues. and dinah and roy are both throwing around unfair accusations at the time, but roy says smth to the effect of what do you want to bet he's already training her to replace me. and i don't think he really believed that but it obviously planted the idea in readers heads if it wasnt there already! but yknow after that, mia doesn't debut as speedy until ga 46, or thereabouts im not looking it up, several years later both IRL and in-universe (or well in-universe its almost 2 years. iirc.).

(i can't even imagine how it must have felt if youd been following that series the whole time *finally* seeing that enter speedy cover. id have been screaming my damn head off.)

anyway. i already talked about comparing and contrasting the man mia killed during her test run vs the jason and felipe situation but i also wanted to say that i think it was great that the whole conversation pretty much *opens* with that. like forget physical danger the kid might be in--what about the psychological toll? what about the choices hes putting her in the position to make?

despite ollie very much being the protagonist of the series and mia very much being a supporting character, the focus of the emotional impact is on her, and the focus of the *responsibility* is on him. (now compare and contrast batman with robin...... listen, i absolutely do not believe it wasn't set up as a deliberate contrast, ok.)

and you would naturally think that would mean she doesn't... get to be speedy. she doesn't get to be a hero. she doesn't get another chance. but then she gets her HIV+ diagnosis, and the focus for mias character turns specifically to *living* with HIV.

and i think that's what makes it clear, to me at least, that the whole... fighting crime thing is supposed to be a metaphor. at least on some level. its a power fantasy, its a metaphor, its about the *good guys winning.* heroes being heroes. and i think a lot of the discussions around representation have gotten so overblown for what they are, but--unironically--sometimes its really meaningful and important just to see yourself. and to believe that no matter what youve lived through, you can be good, you can be wanted, you can make a difference.

which is why mia gives her presentation in the auditorium about her diagnosis, and i feel like this was also a deliberate callback to roy "only you can prevent forest fires" harper and his anti-drug PSA. because roy decided, after snowbirds, he was going to go public about his addiction because he wanted to help other people going through the same thing he did, or prevent other people from going through it yk. and there are two incidents i can think of where, years down the line, he feels some regret over it because now hes just known as the heroin guy, the guy who used to do drugs. but i also don't think he would ever have chosen to do anything else. both speedys are actively choosing to bear that stigma openly in the hopes of reducing it, you know?

speaking of which! i thought it was a *fantastic* - and no doubt deliberate - contrast to how roys drug use was treated, to have mia only talk about it *once* (this is in the HIV+ issue. 45ish?) that she regularly did meth when she was on the streets, and its explicitly clear she did it to survive. and it never comes up again. there's no condemnation, there's no literal war on drugs propaganda here. (the first roy comic i ever read was the mini ntt one in the mandatory fucking D.A.R.E program in middle school, btw.) it was a fact of her life because her life was *fucking dangerous,* and meth helped keep her alive until she managed to find her way out of it!

so this is another concept mia becoming speedy explores--the fact that the people who should have kept her safe as a child did the opposite. mia has never been safe her entire life until moving in with ollie. and the people who hurt her left permanent damage in a physical way in the form of HIV. so now ga is exploring like... what it means to be safe. what it means to be mortal. what exactly is a childhood. and it doesn't dig *too* too deeply into these because its not that kind of comic book, its the kind of comic book where the good guys shoot glue arrows at bad guys and stick them to the floor. but it approaches it and sits you down with those questions and i mean, for me at least, even putting aside exactly how hype i was for mia to take on the mantle, it felt *right* that ollie would say yes.

and the next issue i think or the one after that (its the teen titans one! tim is there later). is the one where roy reams ollie out for this, they talk about it, roy lampshades the different... contexts of having a speedy. like its not like how it used to be. the bad guys are worse, its not safe enough for a kid anymore. and this is where ollie relays mias diagnosis (<- she had already decided to go public about it as i said before, so ollies not sharing information that isnt his to share here). and roys like that could have been me. its a good issue! i like what it does with what its doing.

and then some 20 issues later, once mia is reasonably well established as a superhero and a titan....... Enter Jason.

(🥰)

i have so much to say about this arc i love it so much. let me preface by saying none of this is a condemnation of jason, hes pretty much my favorite fictional character of all time. im not interested in wagging my finger at the guy styling himself as a supervillain at the time and going Naughty Jason! Thats Not How We Make Friends!, yk. im also not endorsing it, bla bla bla, whatever, this really aint about him right now. right now we're just talking about what he does for the story, the questions he poses about mia and sidekicks and shit.

god, where to fucking start.

i guess ill start with jasons "were not so different you and i" villain speech. and yknow at least on the surface level theres like. a certain join-me-be-my-robin element to it or like he's encouraging her to cross the line or whatever. but honestly, jason was less there because jason todd the fictional character wanted to be there, and more because winick as the writer thought it continued to explore the concept in an interesting way.

because we've talked about green arrows responsibility vis a vis letting her be a sidekick bc of the psychological impact of it, about the choices she's put in a position to make, about HIV and what it means to be a hero and safety. all of those things. and jason shows up to *demonstrate* that--

--it really is not fucking safe to do what they do.

and Jason is, i think, at his most terrifying here, and thats on purpose. it is *visceral*. it is so, so incredibly well done. and it throws ALL those questions of safety and responsibility and mortality and heroism and do-gooding into a new light because you really feel like, oh my god, her life is in danger.

tbh i think some of the reader anger at jason for this arc--and titans tower, just to a lesser degree because it wasnt NEARLY as good lol--is the fact that he *is* challenging us, the readers, to think about our beloved kid/teen sidekick trope. he brings back the element of realism that GA was drawing away from somewhat, the element of *real consequences.* and as a reader it is so much easier to just be mad at jason because well hes the villain of the story...... and ignore the fact that hes demonstrating--both by being the dead robin cautionary tale, and by being ~red hood, the scourge of the underworld~ lol--that if this is not something she's prepared to face, a possibility she's prepared for, then she shouldn't be wearing that uniform.

and that the person she relies on to protect her can't always be there to do it.

and, mini tangent, there's absolutely no way jason was trying to kill her here. he terrified her, he kicked her ass, but he didn't do any permanent damage and he didnt "lock her in" (<- real reading i saw once 🙄 try reading it again with your eyes next time genius) he stabbed his knife into her cape. if jason were being written by anyone else i would entertain the idea but it was winick, who knows exactly how smart and thorough jason is supposed to be *because he was the one who made him that way.* there's no doubt in my mind that jason was perched somewhere watcging to make sure she got out before the place went kablooey but you know what, in fairness, thats not on the page. BUT, like. the reason mia *thinks* jason was going to kill her--before she realizes he could have if hed wanted to, and purposely let her go--was because he wanted her to think that. he wanted to scare her and he wanted to warn her and he wanted to make her think.

really really love this arc.

anyway. i mentioned in my other post that winick tweaked mias backstory so she was also homeless like jason, which i sort of have mixed feelings about. in smiths version, her dad trafficks her and later she winds up as one of the "girlfriends" (euphemism for victims) of his associates. and that was ... not really the picture of child trafficking you usually see in comics, the more common real-life scenario rather than the sensationalized version of quote-unquote child prostitutes on street corners. but at the same time i think winick kept the most important part (the familial trafficking) and i also think he changed it in order to explore all the aforementioned topics in an interesting way. it doesn't feel like it was just an arbitrary change, or to make it more exciting or whatever. like he was exploring stuff with it, it was purposeful.

for example--going back to mia and meth. the more you read of winick the more you notice that intravenous drugs and illnesses associated with them (so including but not limited to HIV/AIDS) are something of a... recurring... motif, i guess? they're something he regularly comes back to explore. and thats interesting in the context of mia for a lot of reasons but well. when mia defensively says to ollie that she used meth, the reason she gives is they used it to stay awake on the streets. and i do think winick deliberately--and *effectively*--explored the pre-existing (and historical) parallels btwn batman and green arrow in a bunch of other ways, so i don't think im off base in saying the fact that *robin* 2.0 famously lived on the streets *probably* had something to do with the backstory tweak for speedy 2.0, particularly again bc of jasons "we're the same" villain speech. but also, like i said, she mostly used to stay awake(/alive), which is something of a harder sell if she hadn't been homeless, and also like i said, winick likes exploring drugs and wanted to write a hero living with HIV.

before i get into the comparisons with jason and mia, i also want to say that i think jason--who im constantly affectionately calling a revenant--is such an effective contrast for mia because the emphasis for mia! was always on living. it was always on healing. despite having a *distinctly* non-everykid origin story, mia absolutely embodies something i think was very characteristic of her generation of teen titans, or at the very least early days cassie and tim, which was this simultaneous like... they're normal kids, they're *relatable,* but they're also superheroic in determination, and resourcefulness, and they want this, and they know they can do it, so they will. and thats what its all about, man.

...actually i just ran out of steam, ill write out some thoughts on jason telling mia theyre the same later lol sorry. im toired!!!!

anyway mia is soooo good.

#dc #text #many thoughts head empty #meta #mia #mia text

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crackiswack13 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2

Roleplaying

Warning: 18+, smut, Solar opposites, bottom Terry

Solar opposites Roleplaying

The "abduction"

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Korvo was sitting on the couch relaxing reading the ship's manual. Terry went over to him and sat next to him Korvo didn't notice him yet.

"Hey Korvy I have a fun sex idea ~"

Terry put his hand on his thigh to get the shlorpian's attention. Korvo turned his attention from the manual to Korvo's hand

"What is it Terry "

Korvo said without taking his eyes off Terry's hand as it slowly crept up his thigh. Terry smiled as he was happy he finally got Korvo's attention

"I found this thing on the internet humans do to spice up their sex life it's called roleplaying "

Terry said excitedly hoping Korvo would try it with him. The shlorpian looks at him with an unimpressed look.

"Terry you know I'm not fond of human things they are gross and confusing"

Korvo said he was a little annoyed. Terry's smile fell he was disappointed. But he was determined to convince Korvo to try it

"Awe come on Korvy you said you would spend more time with me and this is how I want to spend it with you"

Terry whined as he gripped Korvo's arm and gave him a sad expression Korvo sighed

"Alright fine if it will get you to leave me alone quicker I'll entertain your gross idea "

Korvo said Terry beamed with happiness. He grassped Korvo's hand

"Great I have a few ideas we can do cop and robber, doctor and patient, alien abduction"

Terry started to go on a rant Korvo stopped listening halfway through. Korvo noticed Terry staring at him waiting for an answer

"Yeah which ever you want I don't really care"

Terry smiled and gripped Korvo's hand

"Great alien abduction then~"

Terry said as he traced his finger on Korvo's face. He pulled out a ray Korvo flinched in suprise he held his arms up

"Terry what is that what are you doing "

He watched Terry point it at him and smiled. He looked insane

"Terry we can talk about this-"

Korvo was cut off as Terry shot him with the ray. A yellow beam hit him and he morphed into his human forum. Korvo looked down at his body. Terry looked pleased with himself.

"Terry what is the meaning if this "

Korvo said as he noticed Terry getting closer to him

"Well I figured you wouldn't mind being the human since you liked your human body and honestly I do too ~"

Terry teased as he sat on Korvo's lap and traced his finger on his abs. Korvo watched his hand he felt his body shiver

"Now I'll be the alien that abducted you and I'm preforming tests~"

Terry said as he slowly crept his hand to Korvo's pants. Korvo looked at Terry who bit his lip and smiled at him. Korvo started turning red Terry giggled

"Oh are you having a reaction to my touch human?~"

He said slyly as he unbuttoned Korvo's pants while looking at his face he got on the floor on his knees.

"What's in here~"

Terry put his hand in Korvo's pants. Korvo flinched suprised he wasn't expecting Terry to be moving so fast

"Wait Terry s- slow down "

Korvo panted Terry looked up at him as he pulled Korvo's dick out of his boxers

"You have to call me alien Mr human ~"

Terry teased as he gently stroked Korvo's dick. Korvo panted he was wondering where Terry learned how to give a hand job.

"Human look at me~"

Korvo didn't notice he had closed his eyes he was just trying to focus his attention on not cumming so quickly. Terry gave him his smirk that drives Korvo insane

"T Terry "

Korvo stuttered he was trying to control his body but he couldn't take his focus off exactly the way Terry gently stroked his dick. It started getting bigger

"Oh my I didn't think it could be any bigger I'll have to see if I can fit all of it in my mouth bear with me human I'm no expert at this ~"

Terry started to suck on the head gently making sure he licked under the head. Korvo let out a light moan as he put his hand on Terry's head. Terry seemed to really enjoying trying to suck the life force out of Korvo. Korvo pushed his head further down Terry choked a little not expecting that.

"That's right alien suck my hard cock"

Terry was getting more turned on by how rough Korvo was being. Korvo started to fuck Terry's mouth faster

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow it"

Korvo demanded Terry let out a little choked out noise letting Korvo know he understood. Terry started sucking harder like it was the last time he would ever suck this dick. Korvo felt he was about to cum so he held Terry's head down on his dick as he came. Terry felt his mouth quickly fill with seme. He pulled off and swallowed.

"That was very hot human "

Terry cooed as he sat on Korvo's lap and pecked his lips. Korvo stood Terry up and unbuttoned his pants Terry giggled at Korvo's eagerness

"My someone is in a hurry~"

Terry teased as he played with Korvo's blonde hair. Korvo looked up at him

"Just shut up"

He demanded as he stuck his fingers in Terry's mound under his root. Terry flinched as he felt Korvo's fingers invade him from down below. Terry moaned as Korvo dug into him deeper.

"K-Korvo what are you doing "

His eyes rolled back as his body shook with pleasure. Korvo looked at him.

"I'm going to fuck you"

Korvo pecked Terry's hips. Terry's eyes rolled back as he gripped Korvo's hair and moaned. Korvo pulled out his fingers. He hovered Terry over his dick. Terry looked down at him

"Human please be gentle "

Terry squeaked Korvo kissed his neck and pushed him down. Terry's back arched as he felt Korvo enter him his eyes rolled back.

"H Human you are so large "

He mumbled and gripped onto Korvo's shoulders as Korvo slowly bottomed out in him. After a few minutes Terry lifted his hips he shivered as he felt Korvo's dick slip out halfway.

"Ngh alien you are so tight"

Korvo moaned as he gripped Terry's hips and slammed him down. Terry let out a loud surprised moan his eyes widening at the sudden roughness of Korvo. Korvo bounced Terry on his dick. Terry squirmed and moaned

"Oh fuck human"

Terry gripped Korvo's hair Terry was loving the feeling of Korvo's dick rubbing against his root from deep inside him. He panted

"H human yes fuck me harder please "

He begged his husband. Korvo obeyed he pulled out of Terry and pinned him to the couch on his back. He lined his dick to his mound again and started to thrust harder. Korvo stuck his fingers in Terry's mouth as he thrusted into him. His dick started to swell as he went faster Terry couldn't form words at this point. Korvo came inside Terry he buried himself deep to fill him with his cum.

"Ooooh Human yesss "

Terry moaned as he released a purple liquid on both of their chests from his root. His eyes rolled back as he arched his back. Korvo panted and pulled out he turned back to normal.

"That was very good we should do that again sometime but I was thinking of playing doctor ~"

Terry said tiredly as he didn't move cum was leaking out of him and onto the floor. Korvo pecked his neck

"Alright, let's get cleaned up before the replicants get home "

Korvo said as he went to the kitchen to get a wet rag to wipe Terry clean. Terry stood up put his pants back on and kissed Korvo lovingly.

#kinktober #solar opposites #smut #I have procrastination problems #Terry x Korvo

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runt // jonathan crane x reader. (18)

Chapter 18

cross-posted on AO3

masterlist.

"Here's your badge. The staff here have been instructed to regard any questions about your visits to Arkham to me, but if you are to be spoken to; you're my subordinate and carrying out an internship..."

"Why can't I be Dr. L/N, it's fancier."

"...So please refrain from inventing details to make your lie credible. It's not necessary, everybody knows it's a lie, and if they don't, adding details makes it harder for you to keep up with your own fiction."

"Fine." Y/N attempted to snatch the badge from Crane's hand, who swiftly dodged her as he held the plastic item above her. Once her arm dropped he lowered his own, his thumb and index pressing on the clasp as he gently pinned the badge on her sweater.

"Here you must refer to me as Doctor Crane, which is a habit I've noticed you lost." She hadn't called him Dr. Crane in a while, most likely for as long as she'd been sleeping with him, stripping him from his decorum of professionalism into simply 'Crane'. There was not enough trust or affection between the two for her to call him by his first name, she'd felt it would be awkward and artificial.

Her fingers traced down feeling the plastic of the security clearance tag with her name on it against her chest. She had only been awarded such credentials under crooked work, and she sighed at the realisation that with clean hands she'd be unable to hold a badge like that in her lifetime. Her vulnerable emotional situation had turned her very keen to the clandestine, or at least what was iniquitous in the eyes of 'public good'. To Gotham, Batman was good; but not the Gotham she knew.

Crane had once again inconveniently begun to delve into his macro plans regarding his toxin, and how he wished to turn Gotham into the biggest testing field known to man. While she felt she should be afraid of his deviant scheming, she was more afraid of the fact that she wasn't. She felt atypical, and even selfish to deflect her concerns to her personal well being rather than Crane's lightweight implications of mayhem creation. However she had simply become familiar with the idea of chaos, and to her since the very beginning she had been accepting of the idea of Gotham (and herself) crumbling to pieces once her deed with life was successfully completed.

According to Crane, his attack would follow their ambush on the Batman so she wouldn't have to fret about whatever happened afterwards, for she'd be done with her part of their deal. With such implications Crane seemed to display his knowledge on Y/N's lack of fear for death. He felt a portion of it she owed to him, as her experience with his toxin was the closest she'd been to feeling Death tap on her shoulder, and in a way allowed her to realise it wasn't actually the worst that could happen to her. Yet he wasn't naive enough to believe he was entirely responsible, as he credited a great part of not only her survival to his dose of toxin but her shift in perspective to her sheer drive . Never before had he met a person so focused and it fascinated him to observe how her zeal walked her through fire practically unharmed. She shielded herself from bleeding through any wounds as she'd only let herself bleed and slump once she'd finished what she had to do.

His fascination for her only grew as their relationship pulled them closer, and he treasured every chance he got to observe her while unaware, as it was when she was more exposed. When one is unaware about being observed, there is no feeling of need to pay committed attention to every detail of oneself, existence is raw and genuine; and it's when it exudes the most beauty. The way he watched her walk with her distinctive grace and her lashes batted with every blink, her lips part softly every time she'd sigh -he couldn't get enough. To Crane the mere idea of being in love was far too simplistic, too condensed. He couldn't describe the bizarre fondness she had provoked in him, or how she had even penetrated through him like a sharp dart, but she had. Rarely did he find beauty in humanity, but something about how human she was fascinated him.

He hated to reduce himself to the human simplism of being capable of being in love, he refused it. So whenever he'd caress the curves and sharpness of the bones on her back, or would help her get undressed with a softness in his gaze she never got to see, he found comfort in the belief that it was merely fascination similar to that he experiences in research. Awe at the human condition, behaviour and reaction, awe at humanity. He had so much push and pull in his relationship with humanity, and a dual nature to how he felt about people; hated them but couldn't get enough of watching them. There's no better misanthropist than the ones who love to walk streets crowded with delinquents and rejects, to watch them and continue to wallow on their hate, yet watch them with awe.

He watched her sit on the edge of his office table, legs crossed and posture stripped from all coyness. He sat in front of her on the crooked chair of his dreary office, the tubes of the lights illuminating over them turned green of dust and dirt, dimly painting the room with its gloom as the white walls absorbed its light. His head was tilted and the tip of a pen sat between his teeth as he tapped his fingers on it. They kept eachother company in silence, the day had been long and he had worked himself exhaustively, so much so that it'd become contagious. Her tired eyes paced around the room and objects she hadn't seen before would catch her curious attention. Crane was a curious man, just as curious, yet his curiosity was fixated on her. How her skin laid over her flesh, adapting to her bone structure to build a portrait of beautiful features. Splinters on her ankles and healing scabs on her knees didn't stop him from adoringly gazing her up and down.

He knew whatever they had was only temporary, and that they had greater things to pursue than each other, but to Crane something about it added weight to his fascination; the knowledge that it couldn't last forever, and that he had to grace himself with gifting his every second of attention to every moment of her fleeting company. Something about not knowing which day was the last added thrill.

"If six months ago you told me I'd be sitting here in Arkham with Scarecrow, I wouldn't take you seriously. You could actually be the one telling me, I wouldn't even know you are Scarecrow." A small nasal laugh followed her sentence, with her head tipped down and a small grin of irony in her face, she didn't look at him.

"Why is that? You seem to be fine with it now."

"Six months ago I was a better person."

"What changed that?" She looked up at him, and even though her grin remained intact, her eyes ached with excruciating spite.

"What life did to me."

"It's strange that you say life and not the Batman."

"Ending the Batman will allow me to silence a voice of guilt that keeps me up at night, and even if I have to do this for my brother it won't solve the void he left, the only person who could fill that gap won't come back." A small pause allowed the lack of speech to let the silence that occupied its space invite them both to process everything; what Y/N had said, what they were doing, and what was going to happen. "Why do you do it?"

"Elaborate."

"All of this."

"Research."

"Don't be ironic with me Doctor, I've just been honest to you."

"But I'm not, I really believe that's my biggest passion and why I'm doing all of this."

"But why is it your biggest passion? There's no way you've never thought about it, you're a psychiatrist." Another pause followed, and even though it prolonged itself they both let it happen, for good answers need time to cook themselves inside a smart person's head. Rushed answers only fulfil doubts halfway, and sometimes even none.

"I have, I'm just deflecting from sharing with you." She stood up and approached him, his eyes looking up at her as her knees grazed his, comfortably postured on the office chair. "Since I was a kid, things in life drove me to never want to experience fear again. To not fear you must be in control, and to control you need fear. Obviously that eventually led me to become fully devoted and it became a passion, but I suppose a lot of it is just filling a void that continues to devour everything from me, like a sinkhole. That I've noticed this doesn't mean that I've tried to stop it, I'm too comfortable now."

"Comfortably miserable? That's funny, with you being a psychiatrist."

"I'm not a very conventional one."

"I know, but still."

"Most people say coaches don't play the game."

"So? I'm not most people." She rested her hand on the armrest and sat on his lap, her legs spreaded to the sides and her gaze firmly planted on his. His head followed her movement as he continued to look up at her, fascination in his eyes like she'd never seen before. She seemed to get a special kick of pride in breaking his walls with ease, chaining his soft spot to her grace and smirk of conviction. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands were instinctively guided to hold her waist. The questions of whether they should be engaging in such contact were no longer assaulting them, and they were once again melted in the unorthodox moment. Her body slowly began to lean, and even though he instinctively pulled his head away, he couldn't stop himself from letting his desire control him once again. Other times, Crane had found in him the ability to dodge her, but she had trapped him, and he couldn't do anything other than allow her to seal their contract with a kiss.

A kiss his consciousness thought as forbidden while his heart battered his chest to intensify it, to make it passionate enough for the flesh to become liquid and fuse with hers, to cannibalise the redness on the inside of her mouth, to devour her and for her teeth to bite his lips into a pulp. His hands travelled up to hold the back of her head, pull her closer as they both performed desperate attempts to press their bodies so tight together that they could become one.

He wanted nothing more, no wild sex, thoughts about a demonic mother, or to build between the two an affection that just couldn't exist, just visceral and eternal intimacy of a sweet kiss.

Your face is as mean

As your life has been.

Crash into my heart

I want you

You don’t agree

But you don’t refuse

I know you.

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