#Migrating Forward

[coralkashri]

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[lullabyes22-blog]

If Tumblr shuts down I'll just post all my meta, headcanons, rambles n' stuff on JSTOR, mmkay?

<3

[jammerskrik]

wandered around the MFA in Boston today after going to the Georgia O’Keefe and Henry Moore exhibit (—I need to refuse the next invite, I really don’t like the later/twentieth century art exhibitions very much at all tbh—like there was an O’Keefe statue that looked exactly like a dildo/nice cock carved from white marble that she’d like freak out if anyone suggested was phallic at all… …creating naturalistic abstractions that are intentionally ambiguous between bone and flower and then rejecting the erection aspect is an aesthetic mistake imo… the most beautiful thing in the exhibit was easily the bright-eyed two year old next to me in a stroller, saw her look up at one of the shitty avant garde mid-century sculptures, make a 🤨 face, then turned to me and made a noise that sounded like ‘meep’);

left is a painting that I had never noticed before, based on “Isabella, or the Pot of Basil” by Keats, right is a Yemenite Jewish bridal headdress from the collections that got put out for a Hiddur Mitzvah -themed display (—Jewish art is mostly self-evidently bad, but they had a couple worthwhile pieces including a nice hand-painted haggadah copy from the early 40s that the artist was forced to redo because he tried to create a timelessly syncretic Enemy that blended ancient egyptian and third reich aesthetics and it went too hard, lmao)

[where-the-water-flows]

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[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

One hope I have for S3 of Rings of Power is the writers really start to streamline all the major plot threads. Although it has its charms, I do think the Stranger/Nori plot is something that should be incorporated into one of the other plots next season or just cut altogether. It feels like something that is there more out of obligation than anything else, that this is Tolkien so there needs to be hobbits and wizards somewhere, and while I don't really have an issue with that on principle, the fact is they haven't really found a way to work it into the show well and now it just seem to take screentime away from more important plot threads, namely Númenor. That one has really suffered this season, not getting the focus it really needs despite being far more important to the overall story being told. I also feel like the Southlands plot has run its course, but I think they've stranded Isildur there to set the stage for the founding of Gondor.

[smashwolfen]

hello i am so in awe that you have collected all the pokémon games (i finished my collection of 3ds ones a bit ago but i considered a lot of the other ones out of reach) and i was wondering how long it took? i know especially the older remakes are insane to get so i’m super curious

(This got incredibly long i'm so sorry for the wall of text my guy)

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Hello there! :D

Believe me, I still can't believe it myself that I managed to pull it off considering who I had to get ahold of! Been happy dancing to myself ever since I got the last game~

God it feels like it was longer ago honestly, but I only really began trying to finish the Pokemon collection just a year ago! Had to check back in my DMs with my buddy, but the day I began to seriously search for the rest of the authentic generations was May 5th 2023, the day I discovered my copy of Platinum was a repoduction, ya watch ONE video regarding reals vs. fakes and it all went down from there when I looked over the ones I owned already, luckily Platinum was the only one who was fake ;w;

I had passively over the years been picking up games as I went, but from that day last year til recently I looked where I could for the games I was missing, to be fair I had about half the collection to begin with just from growing up and finding ones out and about, I only needed to find the pair of whatever I owned already, besides gen 5.... since I somehow never played gen 5 growing up. Funny enough I didn't have to look too far, every single game I found had all been local! Facebook marketplace saved me big time I just had to wait and compare prices til I was happy with what I was willing to pay for! I scrutinized every single copy I got my hands on and triple checked everything before I was satisfied XD

The 3DS titles were very easy to get thankfully, and the same goes for you too good on ya for getting your 3DS ones! Hardest for sure were gens 3-5, specifically ALL of gen 5 they are the WORST to get since no one wants to sell them and they're required to be able to move anyone forward to the 3DS and then to the Switch! I think It'd be easier to list who I owned and who I hunted for in the year of the search.

So I owned:

Red, Blue, Yellow, Gold, Silver, Crystal, Leafgreen, Emerald, Diamond, Pearl, X, Alpha Sapphire, Moon, UltraSun, Sword, Violet and Arceus (some I had gotten as gifts growing up and others I had gotten through yardsaling and thrifting by chance as I grew up, Emerald was 70 at a yardsale!)

The ones I got from the year of the hunt:

Ruby, Sapphire, FireRed, Platinum, Heartgold, SoulSilver, Black, White, Black 2, White 2, Y, Omega Ruby, Sun, UltraMoon, Shield, Lets Go Pikachu, Lets Go Eevee (I DID own Eevee before but traded it in before the hunt) Scarlet, Brilliant Diamond, and Shining Pearl.

Now knowing who I had to get, we all know it costs a pretty penny, so I essentially sold things myself to fund the hunt, like my amiibos I didn't really need or want, a handful of random collectable things I picked up and kept over the years (notably a masterchief helmet from the legendary collection I got for free like 10 years ago lol) and some odds and ends I didn't need anymore and to declutter the home! I think out of my own pocket I only paid maybe 40 bucks total so I paid for everyone that way! It was all mostly luck finding everyone and keeping an eye on marketplace, and some of them I had gotten from folks I knew! Black and Black 2 actually came from one of my managers at work who sold them to me for insanely cheap, and Sapphire I got for free as I mentioned in the games post XD

If you do try to go for the complete collection, I say have a gameplan for how to pay and build that piggybank of funds, go for what you can afford! So if you see a game without a case thats usually better, you dont NEED a case or have a game CIB really, a bunch of mine dont have a case or box and I'm alright with that! Look locally at second hand stores, vintage ones, marketplace or any other local yardsale or fleamarket type thing you may have in your area, and I say this with caution, but if you HAVE to, you can consider ebay, but I strongly suggest not to when it comes to the games. I had originally tried to get a Brilliant Diamond copy from there and well, dude never sent it at all and got my money (ebay fully refunded me but that still bites). And finally get well versed in learning how to authenticate to the best of your abilities, 3DS and switch I don't think can be faked but everything else can be! I used this as my guide to figure out who was real and fake in my search and it worked very very well! Twas my bible of knowledge

End of the day it didn't take as long as one would think, but luck played a HUGE roll in this endeavor, I was smart with my money, and I was very very VERY stubborn and wanted them all XD

If you go for the complete collection like I did then I wish you the best of luck my friend! And thank you very much for the ask! It kinda got away from me while typing but yeah thats the story and process of how I got all the main series titles!

[fruitsyrups]

my hair is being very uncooperative and also I think i slept on it weird cause it literally looks like this

it feels like i have a mountain of hair on my forehead. i'm not 13 anymore i don't want this

[arcsin27]

Hey sorry I vanished for a week I got pokemon adhd

[qyriaha]

genuinely my cousins r starting to pmo. either theyre getting more comfortable or my dads bs monologuing abt shit he doesnt know abt is affecting them but their politics suck So bad

[bratzforchris]

TUMBLR GIRLS ୨ৎ matthew sturniolo

in which. . .you and matt have an on-again, off-again friends with benefits arrangement, but a post you make on tumblr threatens to derail it all

warnings: smut smut smut, intoxicated sex, dirty talk, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving), bondage, tummy bulge, unprotected p in v, lowkey i probably forgot something i wrote this a year ago 😭

wc: 2.9k

*originally posted on bratzforchris in spring 2024*

ever since you were a little girl, you had been enamored by the idea of being famous. something about the life called to you, whether that be walking down the street and people knowing you, or simply realizing that you were having an impact on someone, somewhere’s life. fortunately, you had grown up in the age of the internet, allowing you to truly harness what you had wanted to do for so long. you loved having creative freedom, and you loved making a persona that was truly you. 

you had been making youtube videos, doing a variety of Instagram influencing, and posting carefully crafted aesthetic photos to tumblr ever since middle school. whereas a lot of the girls had moved out of their tumblr influencer phase, you never really had. you still loved the dark, “grunge” aesthetic of it, and had turned your account into a more mature, x-rated theme of what it once had been. you loved doing social media as your full time job for a variety of reasons, from the freedom it gave you to the opportunities. 

perhaps your biggest “opportunity” was your fellow influencer and youtuber, matt. your relationship with matt was…complicated, to say the least. as much as you were a wholesome, loving duo on camera, you were filled with an almost primal need for each other off of it too. you and matt had never discussed a true, established relationship, mostly because you were both so young and so busy, and the rough, hard fucking in itself was enough to satisfy the needs in both of your lives. 

your careers had consumed both of you as of late, dragging matt all over the country for the versus tour, and leaving you back in LA with a variety of brand deals to film and photo shoots to arrange. there was one in particular that you were heavily looking forward to, mostly because you knew that it would drag matt back to you, unable to help himself. in a fateful turn of events, you had been emailed about a calvin klein intimates shoot that would just so happen to drop on the day matt was back in LA for a show. in an effort to bring back the tumblr renaissance and the hold calvin klein had had during those days, you had insisted that the photos be posted to tumblr before any other social media platform. 

matt: i’m back in la tn 

you: oh i know ;)

matt: ??? huh

you: no reason. just focus on winning tonight :)

you smiled to yourself as you closed your text messages out and migrated over to your photo gallery. your manager had sent you the photos of the shoot to be posted this evening, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t planning on fucking with matt’s head using them. you had missed your fuck buddy, after all. the late night phone sex wasn’t the same as him in your bed, mumbling in your ear about how well you were taking it. 

the photos from the shoot were of you in a gray calvin klein bralette with a matching thong. the photos had been toned with a sepia overlay, highlighting the curves of your breasts and hips. your hair fell back against your shoulders gracefully as your doe eyes stared up at the camera. the shots were nothing short of sexy, making you imagine how matt would react when he got the post notification. maybe he would be sitting backstage, getting ready to go on and trying to hide his growing boner both from his brothers and the fans, which only made you smile more. 

you and matt continued to text back and forth for a while, until you suddenly stopped responding. this was part of your game with each other; to make the yearning so painful that it just made the sex more passionate. once you saw that it had hit the fifteen minute mark until matt was supposed to appear on stage, you hit ‘post’ on the tumblr draft of your photos that you had planned out earlier in the day. the caption, come over 💋, was directly aimed at matt, but no one else needed to know that. sure enough, less than one minute later, you received a text from the brunette that had your heart racing and your thighs clenching. 

matt: come on, baby. what the fuck?

you smiled as you typed out your own message, imagining matt biting his lip and trying to conceal the growing tent in his pants as he studied the photos.

you: what? 

matt: you know what

you: no i don’t 

matt: that fucking post 

you: it’s part of my job, matt. quit being ridiculous. have you not heard about tumblr girls making a comeback?

matt: watch it. i’m coming over and fucking that pretty pussy good tonight.

you grinned as you reread the message, knowing matt’s threats were never empty. you left the text on seen, knowing that it would only make matt more rough with you tonight. you kept a watchful eye on the clock as the minutes ticked by, formulating what you were going to do once he was here. as the time ticked towards the ending of the show, you slipped into the same set you had been wearing in the photos, pulling a large, red and black flannel around your shoulders to combat the chill of the evening. you were just pulling out a cup to make yourself a glass of whiskey when your phone buzzed with the message you’d been waiting to receive all evening. 

matt: coming over

you knew what your and matt’s usual routine was, so you grabbed another cup from the cabinet and the bottle of whiskey, migrating over to the gray couch in your living room. you didn’t bother waiting for the brunette to start drinking. matt had a key to your apartment and would definitely make himself known when he arrived. you slowly sipped at the amber liquid, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks and in between your thighs as you thought about matt and how much you had missed the feeling of his skin on yours. 

sure enough, the door swung open with a loud bang a few minutes later. in came matt, hair disheveled and still in his blue matthew jersey. his growing erection was obvious as he flopped onto the couch, lips immediately crashing into your own. matt’s hands were all over you as you devoured each other; in your hair, running across your hips, grabbing your ass. 

“fuck, baby. i missed you.” he panted, leaning back against the couch as you passed him a drink. 

“i missed you, matt,” you smiled softly, tucking one of his curls behind his ear. “how has tour been?”

matt took a large swig of whiskey, before placing the cup on the coffee table. “good. but not as good as you looked in those goddamn pictures.” he practically moaned. 

“i noticed you have my post notifications on,” you teased, despite blushing at his words. “catching feelings, matthew?”

matt rubbed your bare thigh, scooting closer to you so that he could suckle on the sweet spot behind your ear. “do you know how hard it was?” he asked, leaving a hickey. “to have to go out on stage with my brothers and act normal when all i could think about were your tits and how i want to pound that little cunt to pieces? huh?” 

you whined as matt continued to trail hickeys down your neck, mumbling things like “missed you so bad” and “gonna fuck you so hard” after each one. you two fell back against the soft cushions of the couch, matt holding you down by the hips as his lips caressed your neck, the curve of your collarbone, and the dip of your breasts. you went to reach for matt’s ringed fingers, only for him to smack your hand away. 

“no,” matt said harshly, moving one hand from your hip to your throat. “tell me how fuckin’ bad you want it first,” he growled, squeezing your throat just enough to make the air catch in your lungs. “tell me you wanna get off on my fingers like a goddamn bitch in heat.”

you gasped for air as matt continued to squeeze, your arousal thumping through your veins. “p…please,” you whispered, eyes wide with lust as he continued to choke you just enough to get you going, but not enough to actually hurt you. “need your fingers.” you whined, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“good girl.” matt hummed, alcohol hot on his breath as he moved his hands from your throat to practically rip your gray panties off. 

with your friends with benefits arrangement, there was no time for gentle caressing or sweet nothings. matt began to finger you roughly, the cool metal of his rings brushing against your slick folds as he rubbed his thumb across your clit at a dizzying pace. he wasn’t stopping there, either. matt immediately thrust his middle and ring finger inside of you, pulling you closer to him. it had only been a few minutes, and the ache to orgasm was already building in your lower stomach. 

“matt,” you wailed, nails gripping his back. “oh my god, matt,” tears began to roll down your face as the brunette continued to pleasure you. the combination of his fingers inside of you, the friction on your clit, and the added sensation of his rings were clouding everything in a lustful haze. “need to cum.” you sobbed. 

“you’re fuckin’ crazy if you think you’re comin’ on my fingers instead of tongue.” he chuckled roughly. 

with that, matt threw his head down and forced your thighs apart, burying his face in your pussy. he began to devour you like you were the last meal on earth and he was a starving man. his tongue ran across your slit and clit, before licking your hole. you had no choice but to let out little squeals and whimpers as pleasurable sensations attacked you from all angles. matt ran the flat of his tongue across your clit and you lost it, sobbing as your hands found his hair. 

“matt, please,” you begged. “‘m gonna cum.”

your fuck buddy just nodded, still enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. you immediately took it as a sign to let go, releasing the tension that had been building in your stomach. you came all over matt’s tongue, panting and breathing heavily as your body shook from the pure force of your orgasm. matt pulled his head from between your thighs, licking his lips and fingers with a smirk, blue eyes hungrily grazing over your body that was still wrapped in the bra and flannel with your bare ass on display. 

“you taste so goddamn good, you know that?” he asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you panted. 

you smiled as matt pressed a kiss to your pubic bone, but it was clear that the brunette wasn’t done yet. matt slowly pulled the red and black material from your shoulders, smiling with more than just happiness. he had an intention and you could see it in the way he was toying with the fabric, eyes lighting up with lust. matt didn’t speak again until he had removed your calvin klein bra, leaving you completely exposed on the couch as he stared down at you. 

“hands.” he said. 

it was one word, but the command held an authoritative aire that had you thrusting your wrists to meet matt’s own. matt knew you better than practically anyone, which meant he knew all of your dirty little fantasies. knowing you had a thing for bondage, the brunette quickly and expertly bound your wrists together in the flannel, giving it a tight tug to make sure it was secure. your breath hitched at the pure filth of everything, but all you knew was that this alone was making your legs clench with need for another climax. 

matt was straddling you on the couch, fully clothed, which just added to the dominance he had over you. you were completely naked and covered in blooming hickeys he had left earlier in the evening with your wrists bound together by a flannel. you truly looked like matt’s little cumslut, but you couldn’t find the decency in you to care anymore. you just knew that you were at his mercy and that you needed him. now.

the brunette could sense your urgency and decided to have a little ‘fun’ with you. matt took his time removing his shirt, allowing you to bask in the glory of him shirtless, all tanned skin and tattoos, but completely unable to do anything about it other than whimper and let out breathy moans. he moved onto his jeans next, painstakingly undoing his belt and throwing his pants to the side. the boy left his boxers on for the time being, teasing you as he stroked his cock through the plaid fabric. 

“wish that was you, huh? strokin’ my dick and makin’ me feel good?” matt chuckled, moaning when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. 

you whimpered and writhed against your bond. “need you in me, matt. please.” you whined. 

finally, matt slid his boxers off and tossed them to the side, allowing his erection to finally spring free. his dick was practically touching his stomach, making your mouth run dry with a mixture of excitement and nerves. after so long apart and without truly fucking, you had forgotten just how big he was. matt climbed on top of you once more, rocking his hips back and forth on your own without actually riding you. 

“beg for it. tell me how much you love my cock, baby girl.” matt groaned at the friction of your skin against his own, becoming harder by the second. 

“i need you inside me. need your dick, matt.” you whimpered, the teasing growing straight to your nipples and cunt, making you almost ache with arousal. 

“that’s right. good fuckin’ girl.”

without another word, matt slammed into you, making you take him to the hilt. you let out an involuntary scream at the feeling of suddenly being so full, your back arching against the couch cushions. the feeling of him inside you, bare and hard, was enough to push you to the brink of orgasm. your second always came faster than your first, and right now was no exception. matt was riding you at an ungodly pace, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he straddled you. 

“oh my god, baby,” matt moaned loudly. “i missed your wet little pussy. so tight, just for me.”

the filthiness of his speaking, combined with your bonds and the feeling of him fucking you was pushing you over the edge. you wanted to tangle your hands in matt’s hair or run your nails down his back, but instead you were unable to do anything that wasn’t taking his fucking like a slut. matt pressed down on the bulge in your stomach from being balls deep, a smirk on his face. 

“you feel that, baby? feel you takin’ me like the cockslut you are?” he chuckled. 

you whined as tears rolled down your face, bucking his hips up to meet his own. “matt, i…i–need to, please.” you wailed, unable to form coherent sentences in your intoxicated and lustful state. 

“you gonna cum? gonna make me feel appreciated?” matt’s blue eyes scanned your face, enjoying the view that was you under him, tied up and sobbing. 

“mhm!” you sobbed. 

“then prove it.” he sneered, pressing on your stomach roughly again. 

you didn’t need to be told twice. you immediately let your climax take over, your cunt clenching against matt’s cock. this caused the brunette to let out a string of curses as you came down from your high, your entire body shaking. he knew he was playing a risky game here, even though you were on the pill, but matt just loved fucking you bare more than anything in the world. the brunette quickly pulled out, and before you knew it, your stomach was covered in thick and warm, white ropes of matt’s cum. 

he laid down beside you on the couch, panting heavily as you both came down from your shared highs. once your breathing had returned to semi-normal, matt kissed you roughly and undid your bonds, before rolling off the couch. without another word, he pulled his clothes on, straightening his hair. your fuck buddy kissed your forehead as he busied himself around your apartment, cleaning up the whiskey and cups and retrieving a warm washcloth to wipe down your body with. 

once everything had been done, matt tucked you in with a blanket, kissing your forehead. “i gotta go. we’re driving up to san francisco tonight and i told nick and chris i would be back by two. i’ll see ya once the tour is over, yeah?”

you smiled sleepily as matt slipped out your front door and into the night. whereas you would’ve loved for the brunette to stay the night, you knew that you both had jobs to do and that right now, you were just ffriends with benefits and that was that. but as you drifted off to sleep, a warm feeling spread through your tummy that you and matt wouldn’t stay “just friends” for long.

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lilah yaps ⋆. 𐙚 ˚: wow i did not think there would be a day that y'all saw a lilah comeback but it's a crazy world we're living in! this was posted on my old blog over a year ago and it was the first fic i had truly blow up so i felt it was only right for this to be the first repost :(<3 i don't have a taglist right now, but i can make one if y'all want?? love you all and thank you for supporting the lilah comeback!!

[meganegatari]

is this vore? /hj. hi. im gonna squeet. and dunk my head into ice water digital footprint pls forgive me. may have wrote this with one hand IM JOKING. this is just somethin quick because i need to get it out of my system ok.

nsfw drabble—biting sev all over ♡ sub!sevika, edging, fingering (all s! receiving), idk what else girl i can't see straight cuz of her...

and there she lay before you, bare and twitching, in a state she's kept very well hidden from everyone—except you.

her lip tucked under her teeth, head thrown back and half-lidded, blown out eyes lazily following your movements; she was laying sprawled on the mattess. she had tried and failed to hold herself up, both arms trembling under her weight until they eventually gave out.

this was the result of you—oh, how evil you were—edging the poor woman for an eternity. in actuality, you had tortured her to such a point she didn't even have the energy to bark orders at you like she usually does.

all she could do, was whine. whines of your name, wordless huffs and quiet pleas were all she could sound out. and every so often she'd squirm under you and break eye contact when you did something so obscene, even she couldn't handle it.

you wore the most wicked of sneers on your face excitedly, using all your strength to push her thick muscular thighs outward, until you gazed upon a sight worth winning wars for.

the torture you faced her with had her pussy throbbing. no, that was an understatement. you could see every individual muscle controlling her shiny lips jump at the cool air, you could see the way her clit was nearly whispering for you to touch it, and not to mention the pooling of pearlescent slick dribbling out of her pulsating hole, making a literal puddle under her ass.

now this? this was a never going to get old. you'd plaster the image of her fucked-out self on every surface, take a polaroid and carry it around with you. you were salivating. drool was almost running down your chin at the sight.

but alas, your blissful trance was cut short, by none other than her gruff voice.

"hey. you gonna stare or am i gonna have to finish this myself?" her voice shook, then her eyes darkened and she spat, "you'd like watching that though, wouldn't you. fuckin'—holy-!!"

you didn't give her the time of day to listen to her bitching about, and you cut her off by lunging forward and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her right inner thigh.

her shocked intake of air quickly turned into a pornographic moan, her back arching, her breathing quickening, and her thighs fighting to close around your head.

you knew that was her weakness. your teeth in her skin? pff she was a goner. you used that to your advantage as much as you could, she deserved earth shattering orgasms just as much as the next gal.

her noises were bordering on a shriek as soon as you circled her hole with a digit, grinning into her skin at the way she was sucking you in, legitimately trapping your finger inside her.

you felt the flutters of an impending orgasm tickle your immobilized finger, and with great effort you removed your mouth from her thigh and pulled your finger out.

the look on her face when you did that felt sharper than if she had stabbed a spear right through your heart. when sevika gives one of her famed death glares, the word stops spinning. but you being you, it just spurs you on more.

before she can protest you migrate up and place gentle kisses on the side of her neck, right on her pulse point, as a soothing motion before you did what you really wanted.

you sank your teeth in her flesh as hard as your jaw allowed you to, the tangy taste of her blood invading your mouth.

simultaneously, you brought your hand back down to her neglected pussy, pushed your thumb up against her thumping clit, and slid your two middle digits inside her—within moments finding her spongy sweet spot.

the cries of pleasure were stuck in her throat, and you couldn't see from what you were doing, but you'd bet your entire life's savings that her eyes were rolled so far back in her skull only the whites would be visible.

your fingers were working hard, all in harmony to bring her to that peak she so craved, and luckily it hit her after no time at all.

her whole being tensed, a low groan reverberated through the room as one of her hands flew to grab a chunk of your hair, further pushing your body flush against hers. you didn't move your mouth, it was suctioned against her in such a way that was guaranteed to leave a nasty bruise on her skin the next day, but she loved it. you did as well.

you felt a gush of warm fluid on your palm, and chuckled into her skin while she shook all over, needy, animalistic noises being all she could produce.

you put in the work and made sure she was utterly spent, then lifted yourself off of her to enjoy the look on her face. she looked so at peace, so satisfied and ethereal, you adored her more than words could ever say.

and likewise, she did you. she cracked open one eye and smiled widely, opening her arms and beckoning for you to lay back on top of her in an embrace.

naturally, you did just that. eagerly burying your face in the crook of your neck, you kissed over the bite mark you left, ran your tongue over the indents in her skin and reveled in the little whimpers she made.

she always had more flesh you could lovingly bite, why stop at just one square inch?

sev taglist (not tagging everyone still cuz YALL SIGNED UP FOR TLOU AND IM A PEOPLE PLEASERRRR SORRY): @fizyypopp @luvssliyahh @wizard-pdf @dearangxl @melsmunch

[vivwritesfics]

Sugar, Sugar

Max accidentally becomes your sugar daddy. He doesn't mean to, you don't mean for him to. It just sort of happens.

Warnings: 18+, smut, creampie, sugar baby x sugar daddy dynamics (accidentally), oral

The Bag

He tightened his grip on you, fingers bruising your hips as he came inside of you. "Fuck," he choked out, slumping forward. His body rested over you as you tried to stop yourself from collapsing.

But Max wrapped his arms around you, holding you up. "You okay?" He asked, still trying to catch his breath.

When you nodded, he slipped out of you. "Yeah," you managed, settling yourself against the cushions. "Yeah, I'm okay." You needed to get into his shower, needed to clean yourself up.

As Max stood from the bed, he looked at you. You were obviously tired, worn out. Sweat clung to your skin and your hair was a mussed up mess.

He loved having you like this. He loved having you on his bed, worn out because of him. "I'll get the shower running," he mumbled and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

It was casual sex, nothing more. Neither of you were in the position for anything more than carnal desires.

But he had something for you. A present, something he had found just for you. All because you sent him a text, complaining about how your trusty work bag had broken.

He started the shower, held his hand under the steady stream of water as he waited for it to heat up. When it did, he called you into the bathroom.

You kissed his cheek as you walked past him. When you weren't having sex, it never went further than that. Just a passing kiss on the cheek, nothing more.

When you stepped beneath the water, Max left the room. He heard you humming to yourself as you scrubbed your skin and washed your hair. (Max knew how much more you preferred his shower. Every time you came to his apartment, after every time he had you on your back, knees, whatever, you used his shower. Took your sweet, sweet time and came out smelling like him).

You both had the option to sleep with other people. You could sleep with all of Monaco, if you so desired, and Max didn't have the right to get angry. Just like he could sleep with other people when away at Grand Prix.

But the both of you chose not to. You were each others only sexual partners, and that worked for you.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself. It wasn't uncommon for you to spend the night in his bed. Each time, the two of you kept the entire bed between you. But, through the night, you migrated closer and closer, until you were touching.

You dried your hair as best you could and walked out of the bathroom. Still humming as you went, not paying attention to anything. Not paying attention to Max on the bed as you grabbed your hairbrush. "My mum is convinced we're dating," you mumbled as you brushed through your wet hair.

Max cleared his throat.

You were still talking when you tired towards him. But you stopped when you saw what was on the bed in front of him. "What's this?" You asked, your voice pitching slightly.

Max raised his shoulders in a shrug. "You said your work bag was broken."

Your work bag was broken, he was right. As pretty, as expensive as the bag in front of him was, it wouldn't do as a replacement. Not big enough for all of the things you lugged to your office.

But you sat in front of him on the bed and took the bag from him. "It's gorgeous," you said, your eyes lighting up. Because you really did like it.

"It's for you."

You put the bag down as you looked at him. "Seriously, Max, thank you," you whispered and threw your arms around him.

There wasn't much better than the feeling of his large hands against your back.

The Instagram Likes

Your likes kept appearing on his Instagram feed. It was his fault for not following more people on his private account, for not filling his feed with things that weren't you.

But it was all you. Your posts. Your tags. Your likes. Things you wanted, things you had liked. Things that were now in his shopping cart or on its way to his apartment.

He was just being friendly, right? Because you were friends. At the end of the day, you were friends. You had been friends before you started sleeping together and you were still friends now. It wasn't weird he was buying you things.

At least, that was what Max kept telling himself.

He had it all stashed in his Monaco apartment, waiting for you to come over. But it had been a triple header and you had been busy during the week.

All the things Max had bought for you (clothes, bags, shoes, jewellery) were piling up in his apartment. It was becoming a little embarrassing.

After the triple header (which had at least one win for him), Max invited you over. Just for some casual sex, nothing more. He definitely didn't have good food and good drink in the fridge, and a good movie queued up on the television.

He hated that he missed you. But, the second you walked through the door, he was upon you. No words were exchanged as he pinned you to the door and kissed you. You threw your arms around him, hooked your leg around his waist.

"Fuck," he grunted. You grinned as you tugged at his hair. Your favourite sound in the world was his groans of 'fuck' while he was deep inside of you.

I missed you.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he kept them in his mouth. But he had missed you, every part of you. He just wanted you on your back, your thighs squeezing his head as he ate you out.

He dragged you away from the door. Dragged, but you went willingly. You were happy to let him pull you into his room, to undress you.

Your clothes were discarded on the floor as Max climbed on top of you. He pressed his hips against your as you whined and moaned. Max knew how to fuck like like nobody else. There was a reason you kept going back to him. He made you see stars.

"I got something for you," Max mumbled as you both laid there.

Turned on your side, your eyebrows rose at him. "You got something for me?" You echoed.

"A couple things."

He stood from the bed and walked over to the cupboard. Several bags fell out and Max picked them all up. He brought them over and dumped them in front of you. "Saw your likes on Instagram, thought I'd buy you some of the stuff."

Tipping the first bag upside down, a bracelet fell into your hands. "Fuck," you whispered as you let it dangle from between your fingers. It was simply gorgeous. "Thank you Max, seriously. You didn't have to do this."

"I didn't," he replied as he laid back beside you. "But I wanted to."

You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

The Car

It had been three days since your car last started. You'd called the garage, but there was no way for you to be able to afford the repairs.

You didn't tell Max with the aim of getting him to buy you a car. The thought didn't cross your mind. You were just ranting to a friend as you walked the distance to work instead of driving.

The next time you went to Max's house, you immediately went to kiss him. Frustration and anger welled up inside of you, and you just wanted some release. That release was supposed to be Max.

Instead of pinning you against the wall and snogging you, Max took your hands. "What're you doing?" You asked as he brought you over to the sofa.

"I know your car is busted, so I got you something," Max said. He pressed something into your palm and closed your fist around it.

You frowned at him and opened your fist.

"You didn't."

Max kept grinning as he looked at you. "I did," he said.

"I can't accept this from you."

"Yeah you can."

You opened your fist.

A set of car keys sat in your hands. Brand new keys to a brand new BMW. "Max," you began. "Seriously, I..."

"At least until you get your car working. Forever, if you want."

You sucked his dick extra good that night. He held the back of your head as you moved, as you took him down your throat.

He came three times in your mouth alone that night. It was an all night affair, the both of you losing track of time.

There was a few days before you used the car for the first time. Just to meet your friends. It didn't exactly feel wrong, but you didn't feel right about it either.

They looked at you with raised eyebrows. "Where the hell did this come from?" One asked as you walked towards the group.

"Gift," you mumbled as you locked it and dropped the keys into your bag. "From Max."

The raised eyebrows became knowing grins. "Ah," somebody said and the group started giggling.

"Girl, you've got yourself a sugar daddy."

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

jax is THE "obsessed with his girl when she wears sundresses or those slip nightgowns" like theres a CRIMINAL lack of fanfic around him going bark bark awooga over that shit do u agree with me

Sundress.

it’s sundress season. jax can’t keep his hands to himself.

pairing - jax teller x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. jax is a terror.

word count - 1.5/2k maybe? i’ll check later.

authors note - you’re so right. that man is not surviving sundress season.

masterlist. inbox.

You felt it as soon as he walked in.

There’s always an atmosphere between you and Jax. A tension that’s alive, crackling, buzzing with anticipation of itself.

You’ve been waiting for the honeymoon phase to wear off for years. It never has.

All evening, he’s been watching you.

Careful, concentrated blue eyes repeatedly raking over your figure. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Eventually, it’s making it too hard to work. You ask one of the girls to take over the bar and stride across the space, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the back room.

“Okay baby, I like it when you-”

“Cut it out.”

He stops in his tracks, slightly taken aback.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Jax. Cut it the fuck out.”

He leans against the wall, cool as ever, eyes still wandering.

“Cut what out?”

“That!” you scold, smacking his chest. “The eye fucking. I’m trying to work.”

“I’m just looking at you.”

“You are not just looking at me. You look like you’re going to bend me over the bar at any given moment. Stop it.”

“I can’t help it, darlin’.”

He takes a step forward, sliding his hands across your hips and pulling you into him.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty in this dress. It’s takin’ everything in me to not rip it off you.”

You try to stand your ground, but his warm body pressing into yours is making it difficult.

“You can do whatever you want to me when we get home,” you tease, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “When we get home.”

“That a promise?”

“It is if you can cool it with the stares. You’re scaring people.”

“Good.”

He kisses you roughly, hands migrating down to palm at your ass. You moan into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to stay steady.

“Jax,” you hiss as you pull away. “Everyone’s gonna think we’re fucking back here. Behave.”

“I like it when you tell me to behave,” he smirks, smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

“Behave,” you repeat, tugging his hair roughly. His eyes close in bliss and for a moment, you debate just letting him have you now.

Remembering the entire reason for this conversation, you slap his cheek lightly.

“Best behaviour until the end of my shift. You hear me, Jackson?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He mock salutes you before stealing a quick kiss. Opening the door for you, he smacks your ass as you walk by, laughing when you turn around to glare at him.

“I mean it.”

“Oh I know, baby.”

To his credit, he reels it in. Slightly.

He’s still watching your every move, but with a little less intensity than before. You catch his eyes occasionally, winking as you grin. He shakes his head, beaming smile on his face telling you everything you need to know.

As the night comes to a close, people start to vacate the bar and make their way home, drunk and merry. Jax sticks around, arm slung over the back of the booth as he watches you clean.

“You two gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, Chibs, we’re good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before leaving, as you hear his bike roar to life.

As soon as Jax has confirmation he’s gone, he’s getting up, sauntering over to where you’re wiping down the bar top.

“What’s my prize?”

“Hmm?”

You look up at him with big doe eyes and he almost melts, leaning across the wood towards you.

“What’s my prize? For behaving myself?”

“You’re insufferable,” you laugh. “You’re supposed to behave yourself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head and lean down to throw the rag under the sink. When you stand up, Jax is pressed against you, body warm and firm.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

His big hands cradle your face, rough and gun calloused.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty.”

You flush, heat rising across your chest. Jax lunges in, smashing his lips to yours and pushing you up against the bar. The lip of the wood is digging into your back as he presses you into it further, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses you.

You gasp as he bites down on your lip, so he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and the gum he chews because he knows you like it. You tangle your fingers into his hair, trying to plaster yourself to him.

Jax leans down and presses open mouthed kisses to your ear, your neck, your collarbones, your chest. No skin goes left untouched as you tilt your head to give him more access. He smirks at how quickly you’ve relented.

“I know you wanted this,” he murmurs against your throat. “Wanted it just as bad as me, didn’t you?”

When you don’t respond, he snakes a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Jax. Please.”

He presses his lips into the junction of your shoulder as his hand slips underneath your dress. He traces you over your underwear, cupping you as he chuckles.

“Filthy girl. So fuckin’ wet.”

You drop your head forward into his chest, trying to take deep breaths so you don’t pass out.

“Can’t take my time with you like I want to,” he murmurs. “Don’t want anyone walking in and seeing you like this.”

In the blink of an eye he’s spinning you around, hand on your shoulder blades to push you down onto the bar top. He flips the skirt of your dress up, bunching it around your waist.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day. Pretty fuckin’ girl.”

Jax pulls your underwear to the side as he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them down just enough. You feel the warmth of him behind you, sliding through your wet heat with ease.

“Please,” you whine. “Don’t tease.”

“Needy baby.”

His tone is so patronising, so condescending, that on any other day you’d slap him. But in this current moment, the only thing you can thing about how is how you might die if he doesn’t fuck you soon.

“Okay, honey. I’ll give you what you want. Only because you look so fuckin’ gorgeous in this dress.”

He slides himself home as both of you groan. You rest your head on your folded arms on the bar as his hands find your hips, setting a brutal pace instantly.

His rhythm is consistent, deep thrusts reverberating through the core of you. Your knees threaten to give out as he knocks your entire body forward, his hips smacking into yours.

His mouth is running constantly, spewing filth right into your ear as he breathes down your neck.

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl I’ve ever seen. This goddamn dress. Drivin’ me insane.”

“Yeah darlin’, just like that. Fuck, baby. S’good.”

“You feel like heaven, fuck. Atta girl.”

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. That’s it, there we go.”

You can’t do anything but take it, babbling nonsense right back at him. He chuckles, snaking his hand around your front to circle your clit.

His fingers are your undoing, clenching around him like a vice as your legs give out. All you can do is whine his name, all high pitched and breathy.

“Fuck, baby.”

Jax comes as soon as he feels you, groaning as he rests his head on your back. He squeezes your hips a couple of times, kissing across your skin.

You’re both revelling in your post orgasm bliss when the door flies open, hitting the wall and startling you both.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, lovebirds.”

Chibs is grinning, laughing as he looks around the booth where he was sitting. He finds his keys on the floor, holding them up as he shakes his head at the two of you.

Jax pulls out of you and buttons himself up, smoothing your dress down to preserve your decency. You hide your face in his chest as he chuckles, the sound rumbling through the both of you.

“See ya tomorrow!” the Scotsman yells as he leaves, stupid smile on his face.

“What did I tell you about behaving?”

Jax can’t help but laugh at you, pulling you in to press a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go home, pretty girl. Wanna fuck you in this dress a couple more times.”

@lauratang @ladyjbrekker @myhappyplaceofstuff

[dragoneyelashart]

MY WIFE

⭑ SMUT.

⭑ synopsis :: billie comes home after a tiring day at work, to find your son's friends drooling over you....

⭑ warnings :: g!p billie, oral (billie receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, humiliation kink, praise kink

au :: pilot!billie x reader

a/n :: layout inspo – @karaeilish

you heard the front door open softly, the faint creak of the hinges, the dull thud of billie’s well-worn boots landing on hardwood, the muffled drop of her duffle bag against the wall. your heart gave a little stutter, a flutter of warmth that pulsed in your chest. she was home.

you turned your head, eyes catching just a flash of her figure as you leaned over the table, laughing, still focused on laying out slices of cake on mismatched plates. the room buzzed with teen chatter.

your two sons and their friends circled the dining table, loud and full of restless energy. your daughter was tucked at the end, nibbling cake while interjecting to make fun of her brothers at times.

you wore shorts and billie’s old flight academy t-shirt, oversized, threadbare in all the right places, clinging gently to your hips and sliding off one shoulder. you hadn’t thought twice when you pulled it on, but it framed you just so. hugged your waist when you bent forward, revealed the curve of your thighs.

apparently, someone had noticed.

"dude," a voice muttered just as you stepped away from the table. "your mom is such a milf. like actually. it’s not even fair."

you blinked. the words didn’t fully register. you were too focused on the way the air shifted behind you, warm, heavier. you turned and saw her.

billie.

standing there just inside the archway, shadowed by the hallway light. her shirt was unbuttoned halfway. her hair was tousled, pushed back messily from the headset she’d worn all day. she looked exhausted.

and her eyes were locked on you. burning. unreadable.

your face lit up instantly. you stepped toward her with ease, plate in hand. “hi, baby,” you greeted softly, reaching to press a kiss to her cheek.

her hand caught your waist before you could pull away. the kiss she gave you wasn’t just a hello, it was firm, a show for others to see. her mouth lingered on yours just a second longer than necessary, and the heat from her palm on your hip sent an involuntary shiver through you.

you pulled back slightly, eyes flicking up. "you okay?"

her jaw was tight. her voice low. “mmhmm.”

and then she added, tone unreadable but sharp: “we’ll talk later.”

later came quick.

the house thinned out in slow waves. the teens migrated to the basement, laughing too loud with arms full of snacks and cans of soda. your daughter yawned her way upstairs, trailing the faint sound of a bedtime playlist. and then, silence.

you were alone with billie, the kitchen still glowing in the soft amber hue of pendant lights. shadows stretched long across the tile. the quiet was almost too still, like the eye of a storm.

"alright," you said, arms crossing instinctively as you leaned your hip against the counter, turning toward her. "what wrong? you’ve been on edge since the second you walked in."

she didn’t respond right away. she just stared. eyes unreadable. arms folded tight over her chest, biceps straining against the sleeves of her rumpled uniform. she was leaning back against the fridge, jaw clenched.

"you really don’t know?" she asked, voice low and tight.

"know what?" you asked softly, heart beginning to pick up.

she pushed off the fridge slowly, boots deliberately quiet against the tile, closing the distance one step at a time like a predator. her eyes didn’t leave yours.

"you," she said. her voice a rasp. "bent over the table. laughing. feeding cake to a table full of hormone-driven teenage boys. in my shirt."

your mouth parted in a surprised breath. then you gave a half-giggle, half-laugh. "wait. are you actually jealous of our kids’ friends?"

her eyes darkened. "not jealous," she growled. her fingers reached for your chin, slow but firm, tilting your face up to hers. "m’ possessive. there’s a difference."

your breath stuttered.

"billie—"

"you’re mine," she murmured. her forehead touched yours, voice low enough to vibrate in your chest. "let them look. let them talk. but only i get to touch you, i’m the only that can fuck you stupid and still have you begging for more."

her mouth was on yours before you could respond, hot, slow, and aching with everything she hadn’t said since walking through that door. her hands found your hips, strong and unyielding, guiding you backwards until the kitchen counter kissed the small of your back.

"the kids—" you gasped, the warning barely formed.

"asleep," she murmured into your skin, already trailing her lips down your neck. you could feel her breath. the bulge in her pants becoming more prominent against your thigh.

her hands slid under your shirt, her shirt, and the sensation hit like electricity. calloused fingertips against bare skin, every inch of you suddenly hyperaware, lit up.

"think you need a reminder princess? need me to show you who you belong to?" she whispered, voice hoarse against your collarbone.

"billie—" you breathed, your fingers curling into her shoulders.

billie kissed you again, harder this time. hungry. her hands gripped the backs of your thighs and in one fluid motion, she lifted you effortlessly onto the edge of the counter. the marble was cool beneath your skin, a contrast to the searing heat of her body between your legs.

the marble beneath you was cool, almost biting against the fever of your flushed skin. her body pressed between your legs, heat radiating through the thin layers of your clothes, her uniform rough against your bare thighs.

her mouth trailed to your jaw, then lower, dragging down the sensitive column of your neck, where she nipped, sucked, claimed. your fingers tangled in the fabric over her shoulders, clutching, grounding yourself to the solid weight of her body.

your fingers reach for her pants, cupping the bulge that was straining against her pants. you make quick work of taking them off along with her boxers. jumping off the kitchen counter you sink to your knees, taking billie’s dick in your hands. 

billie sucks in a sharp breath the moment your hand wraps around her.

her knuckles go white on the edge of the counter, head tipping back just slightly as your thumb brushes the leaking tip. she looks down at you, eyes blown wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling beneath the loose fit of her uniform shirt.

"fuck," she mutters, voice rough. “you look so good like that.”

you just smirk, licking a slow stripe up the underside of her cock, savoring the way she twitches in your grip.

you kiss the tip first softly, leaving small kitten licks on it, before taking her into your mouth, slow and deliberate. her hips jerk forward and she immediately catches herself, one hand flying to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“yeah that’s it, keep going baby” she murmurs, guiding you deeper.

inch by inch, lips stretching around her girth, your hands gripping her thighs for balance as she groans low and guttural above you. you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressed flat along the underside, and bob your head with rhythm, eyes flicking up just to see the way her mouth falls open. 

“gosh baby,” she breathes. “you tryna kill me?”

you pull back just enough to speak, stroking her with one hand, spit connecting your lips to her shaft. “use my mouth bil, please”

billie just groans, her hand tightens in your hair, a small smirk playing on her lips. she guides your mouth back to her cock. her fingers tangled further into your hair as she thrusts her hips into your mouth. your eyes are teary as you look up at billie. she groans, deep in her chest, both hands gripping your hair now as she rocks forward. her rhythm’s messy now, uneven, desperate. her jaw clenches, trying to hold it back, but you can feel her losing it.  “shit—shit, i’m—” she chokes on the sound, eyes squeezing shut, shoulders shuddering as she cums in your mouth. 

her breathing’s ragged. she looks wrecked, flushed all the way down her chest, lips parted, blinking like she forgot where she was for a second.

and then she sees your tongue.

you show her, open-mouthed, obedient, a little smug under the mess of your hair. every drop swallowed, just for her.

something snaps in her eyes.

you barely have time to inhale.

billie surges forward, grabbing you by the waist like you weigh nothing, lifting you clean off the floor and setting you back against the kitchen counter. the marble is freezing beneath your thighs, but you barely register it before her mouth is on you.

not gentle. not soft.

she kisses like she’s punishing you for what you just did to her, teeth, tongue, breathless sounds caught between your lips. her hands are everywhere: your waist, your thighs, under your shirt, yanking at your underwear like they offended her. her cock grinds against the soaked fabric, and she growls at the friction.

“you think you’re clever?” she pants into your mouth. “acting like a fucking slut, getting on your knees f’me”

you gasp as she pulls back just enough to stare down at you, hand sliding between your legs, thumb pressing exactly where you need it. not moving. just holding you there.

“gonna show everyone that you’re mine” she whispers, lips brushing yours, voice like gravel and smoke, “have you crying on my cock”

your nails dig into her back, thighs locked tight around her waist as she starts to move, slow at first, like she wants to feel every inch of you. your back arches off the counter. she groans, mouth latching onto your neck, hips snapping harder now.

“so wet for me,” she pants. 

your head falls back, and she grabs your jaw, making you look at her.

“eyes on me.”

you nod, biting your lip, tears already stinging your eyes at how deep she’s hitting, how full she makes you feel. her cock drags against your walls, filling you over and over, your cunt already pulsing around her, tight and desperate.

“fucking pathetic, you’re close already? gonna cum for me?” she growls, pace relentless now.

you can barely breathe. “yes—yes, billie—fuck—”

“i think you can wait princess” she grits, fucking you harder.  your whole body trembles, hips twitching, desperate to chase the release she’s holding just out of reach. her grip tightens around your waist, pulling you in deeper with every roll of her hips. you look at her with pleading eyes. 

“look at you dripping all over the counter” she murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “messy girl, all fucked out in the open for everyone to see hm?”

you nod frantically, tears slipping past your lashes now, lips parted in wordless moans. every muscle in your body feels tight, coiled, aching.

she grabs your jaw again, firmer this time, and forces your gaze up to hers.

“pathetic girl” she says softly, almost like a coo. “can’t listen to simple instructions? all i said was to keep your eyes open baby.”

your breath catches. her eyes are sharp, dark, unreadable.

but then her thumb strokes your cheek.

your thighs twitch around her waist. the tension builds higher, unbearable, dizzying.

“m’ sorry daddy, please promise i’ll be good” you whisper, voice shaking. “jus’ wanna cum f’you please,”

“i know you’ll be good princess, you’re not gonna run from this dick right, mama? gonna take what i give you,” billie says fucking at a faster pace. 

you cry out, broken and needy. already knowing how hard that was going to be.

she kisses the sound right out of your mouth.

“promise mama? not gonna run?,” she says between each kiss

you nod frantically, pressing your forehead against hers. “promise bil, i promise,”

her lips curve in the softest, cruelest smile.

“that’s my girl, go on cum f’me baby”

billie doesn’t stop when you cum. in fact, it makes her worse.

the second your cunt clenches around her, she growls low in her throat, grabs your waist with both hands, and flips you over onto your stomach right on the counter.

you barely catch yourself on your elbows, legs shaky, panties ripped and tossed somewhere behind you. she doesn't even wait, just yanks your hips back, and slams back inside. 

"that's it," she spits, voice rough. "you wanted to be a little slut on your knees, now take it,“

your face presses to the cold marble, cheek sticky against the slick of your own spit and tears. the sound of her hips slamming into your pussy is obscene, wet and punishing, her cock driving into you so deep it knocks the air from your lungs.

your throat is raw, words tangled between moans. “b-billie—too much—”

"nah, you can take it," she snaps, leaning over you, one hand gripping your throat, pulling your body up against hers. 

you whimper, struggling to hold your weight as her cock drives up into you over and over. reaching back to push billie away, the pleasure becoming too much.

“why you running mama? huh? i thought you promised” her lips attack your neck leaving harsh kisses as she tugs your hair. “big ass mouth, yet you can’t take what daddy gives you? such a shame princess, thought you were better than that” you shake your head, tears streaming down your face, your arousal slick against your thighs.  “you’re mine. c’mon say it.”

“i’m— fuck, billie—m’ yours,” you sob. “only yours.”

she reaches between your legs, rubs your clit in harsh circles, makes you sob.

“say it while i make you cum, baby.”

“i’m yours,” you cry, voice cracking. “daddy please, i’m yours.”

she loses it.

one arm wraps around your waist, and she fucks up into you like she’s claiming you, every thrust harder than the last, her breath ragged, her cock twitching inside your pulsing cunt.

“gonna cum in you,” she growls, teeth scraping your shoulder. “gonna fill my pussy so deep you’ll feel me all week.”

you’re choking on moans now, vision blurring, body trembling with another orgasm already building.

you nod, desperate, ruined. “yes—yes, please—”

her rhythm breaks. you’re shaking, barely holding yourself up against her, every nerve set aflame. the aftershocks ripple through your body like wildfire, mixing with the heat still burning deep inside you.

billie’s breath is hot against your skin, her chest rising and falling in time with yours. her hand never stops moving, fingers soft and deliberate on your sensitive clit, coaxing you through the haze.

her voice drops to a low growl, thick with promise and warning.

“no one can talk about my wife like that,” she murmurs, voice rough, possessive. “you’re mine.”

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[mokulule]

Dead on MAYn - Day 2

Trope | Identity Shenanigans Word | Hoodwinked Situation | Danny works at the Watchtower & meets Red Hood there. Dialogue | "Cool glowing swords, mind if I borrow them for a minute?"

Summary: There's something on the Watchtower posing as a human and Jason is the only one who knows.

It had been just a little hacking, a little bit of information retrieval, not like Red Hood was doing terrible crimes on the Watchtower. Still, he’d rather be in and out without anyone the wiser. He could only loop the cameras for so long without anyone noticing.

Could Jason have just asked for this information?

Sure. But that would require actually talking to Bruce, and since that was scheduled for… preferably never, this was the next best option. Of course the potential for actually getting sent to jail as the wanted criminal that he was, if he was caught, was a definite drawback to this plan. It would set back his timeline a day or two while he escaped and he really couldn’t afford that.

Of course no reason to count your chickens until they hatched, and unless they hatched Wonder Woman, Jason was reasonably sure he could still avoid capture by most of the other super friends.

Footsteps were approaching from further ahead the bending hallway. Quickly Jason looked around and finding no other choice he squeezed into the space between two vertical pipes in an open service hallway. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when some obscure blue and yellow costumed hero walked by without even glancing towards the open service hallway.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.”

Jason jumped, turned around, and grabbed the suddenly appeared person by covering his mouth then he pushed him against the wall with the other arm across his chest. Where the fuck did he come from?! As Jason waited for his heart to migrate back into his chest from his throat, he noted the guy’s blue coveralls and tool belt and at least knew what the guy was doing in the open service hallway.

Jason was an idiot he should have expected someone to be in here, why else would it be open?

Odd, Jason thought, there was a complete lack of struggle. The man just watched Jason with calm eyes from over Jason’s gloved hand. It was that more than anything, because he didn’t look like someone who would scream, that made Jason readily remove his hand when the guy reached up to pull it away.

“At least buy a guy dinner first, Red,” he smirked and leaned his head back casually, drawing attention to the line of his throat and the dib between his collar bones, visible because the coveralls were slightly unzipped.

It took a moment for Jason to comprehend the words and what direction his thoughts had been going, then he let go as if burned, taking a step away.

Smiling in satisfaction the guy straightened his coveralls and took a step away from the wall.

“So whose side are you on these days, Red? Do I need to sound the alarm?”

Jason narrowed his eyes from beneath the helmet. What was up with this guy? Somehow, inexplicably, it felt best not to lie. “My own side.”

“Hmmm,” the guy seemed to consider for a moment then finally nodded. “Very well, follow me.”

He started walking further down the service hall. After a few steps he turned his head slightly. “Are you coming?”

Jason hesitated. All sorts of alarm bells were ringing in his head, but still he found his feet moving forward into what felt like the bowels of the space station. He felt at once disconnected and grounded in every doomed step. The low orange lights that lit their twisting mechanical path in regular intervals and their shadows dancing as if alive across pipes, cables and consoles didn’t help the feeling that Jason was being led to the underworld.

There had been a number of branches in the path, places where Jason could have taken the chance to run, but hadn’t.

It was stupid following an unknown, every ounce of his training rebelled, because it was sure to be a trap. But there was something in Jason, something primal, that felt absolutely terrified of pissing of whatever the fuck that maintenance worker actually was behind the too sharp smile. A smile that was flashed at him every now and then when he checked whether Red Hood was still following.

They went down two ladders and squeezed through some pipes before finally they seemed to have reached their destination. The being knelt down and opened a previously unseen hatch in the floor letting in the artificial sunlight the main areas used like a beam in the darkness. Jason half expected the being to dissolve in the light, but he was not so lucky. Dread squeezed Jason’s heart when he stuck his head down into the room and then seemingly waved to someone below.

This was the moment the trap would spring.

Time stretched until finally the being straightened with a too wide grin lit from underneath.

“Alright coast is clear time for you to go.”

“What?” Jason asked weakly.

“In you go, this is the Zeta Bay.” He explained patiently.

“You’re letting me go?” At this point Jason wasn’t sure if he’d expected to be handed over to the Justice League or eaten. At this point it didn’t matter.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed agreeably, “now get a move on, I’ve got work to do.”

Right, Jason thought weakly. He stuck his head down and confirmed this was indeed the Zeta Bay. He hurried down what was apparently a ceiling panel. He was just about to take a step towards one of the zeta tubes when the voice halted him.

“Though, Red-”

Jason’s breath hitched when he looked up to see two glowing green Lazarus eyes staring back at him from within the darkness.

“-don’t let me catch you uninvited here again.”

And that was Jason’s cue to skedaddle. He was never setting foot on the fucking Watchtower again.

Oo o oO
 Six months later Jason was on the fucking Watchtower again.

He stepped out of the Zeta Tube with dread curling in his stomach. He did not sign up for this.

So he was vaguely aware of how “all bats on deck” had started to include the Red Hood. He’d been there. He’d been part of the whole process: the arguments, the concessions, the tearful confessions and father-son moments which he tried his best to ignore happened, but they were… good? Things were overall semi-okay.

But the part where his brain hit a bit of a snag, was when all bats on deck meant Red Hood (still very wanted criminal) on the Watchtower deck.

So what if there was an alien invasion? Red Hood could protect Gotham from Gotham if aliens decided to try their luck. What part of micromanaging Crime Alley screamed world saving to Bruce? In fact it would have been better if he’d stayed back, because surely some assholes (Jason could think of at least three) would take advantage of the distraction of an alien invasion and move in on Crime Alley.

Yet, here Red Hood was, on the Watchtower, gaining odd looks even amongst the hurrying heroes as they passed them. In fact it was probably only Red Robin’s presence by his side that prevented him from being accosted - because he was, as previously established, a wanted criminal, one with a rather bloody and explosive reputation to boot.

You would think putting the guy known for blowing shit up onto your very expensive space station would be a bad call.

But no, Bruce trusted him. Not only that, he trusted him to watch Tim’s back and Jason hated how choked up that made him feel. So he was doing it, okay? Bruce better fucking appreciate it.

He cautiously scanned his surroundings, as he followed Tim, watchful for any heroes that might consider Red Hood more of a threat than the ongoing invasion and more importantly signs of certain maintenance workers from the abyss.

Of course Jason’s luck wasn’t to last. Just before the door into the Watchtower command central he was there, innocently perched on a ladder with a light panel open above him, seemingly changing an actual lightbulb - as if he was just some guy working there. And sure in the light he looked harmless in the light blue coveralls with the top part tied around his waist revealing a black t-shirt that hung a bit loose on his slight build. He looked deceptively human with the tousled black hair and the little smudge of oil across his nose, but the way his gaze zeroed in on Jason like a predator smelling blood was anything but.

Surreptitiously Jason moved so Tim was between him and the thing.

“So what’s that guy’s deal?”

“Who?” Red Robin glanced at Red Hood before following his line of sight. “Danny?”

Danny… what a deceptively ordinary name. He supposed that was fitting for something posing as human.

Tim looked at him with an absolutely bewildered look on his face and told him lowly. “Danny has worked in maintenance for a couple of years. He has a degree in mechanical engineering, honestly he might be a bit overqualified. Why are you asking? You can’t be surprised we employ maintenance workers.” He narrowed his eyes.

‘Danny’ met Jason’s eyes from over Tim’s head. He smiled and winked at Jason sending a chill down his spine, before turning back around to close the now functioning light panel. Jason mentally shook himself out of it.

“Just wondering with the invasion and all, why there’s a civilian on the Watchtower,” he covered smoothly, but not smoothly enough by the way Tim kept glancing at him. He swiped the door panel and they entered the control room.

“All the maintenance workers carry stun guns and know how to use them. There’s also panic rooms and escape pods available.”

The doors closed behind them and Jason breathed a quiet sigh of relief to have the metal between him and Danny.

Now maybe they could get to work stopping this invasion so Jason could get back to Gotham, and most importantly off of this stupid space station.

Oo o oO

Jason did his best to stay off the Watchtower, he really did, but events conspired against him. He couldn’t even share his concerns because everyone else was convinced Danny was a completely ordinary and nice guy - even Bruce, mr Paranoid himself. Yes, Jason had checked the personnel files, even the locked ones: Danny was listed as human, born to human parents. No meta gene. Everything perfectly ordinary in a way that set Jason’s teeth grinding by how wrong it was.

It was maddening.

Every moment he was forced onto the Watchtower was a waiting game, because every time without fail Danny would be there. Either doing innocuous maintenance or as ominous green pinpricks from the shadows. Stalking him. Hunting him. Waiting for him to slip up, to come here ‘uninvited’.

But Jason was careful, and Danny would just have to go hungry.

Oo o oO

It was bound to happen, Jason thought as he limped as fast as his leg would take him into a narrow alley. You could only go so long without killing anyone before they realized you’d stopped sending that kind of message, that the old mail service had shut down and they realized you’d gone over to e-mail or whatever newfangled thing was supposed to work in this metaphor. The blood loss was not helping Jason’s faculties at the moment.

The point was… there was a point somewhere…

“Over here! Bitch is leading us straight to him.”

Jason looked down at the ground and the splatters that glistened in the lamplight. Not good, he had to-

“Hey-“

The sound came from behind him. Jason reacted on instinct, spinning around and pushing the assailant against the wall, an arm across their chest and gun pulled and aimed at their face, which- the rest of Jason’s blood promptly drained out of his face.

“We gotta stop meeting like this, Red,” Danny said, and gently moved Jason’s gun down to his side.

“What are you doing here?” No no no. He should be on the Watchtower, not here. Whatever he was shouldn’t be allowed to move locations!

“I live here?”

“What?” He whispered not understanding one bit.

“Apartment, third floor,” Danny pointed upwards somewhere behind Jason. He still couldn’t comprehend what was going on.

Danny looked to the mouth of the alley then down at Jason’s leg.

“You’re hurt.”

Jason shook his head. It wasn’t a denial that he was hurt, he was very aware, but it was a no he didn’t want whatever that sentence lead to, but he also knew he was powerless to fight it-

He was on a couch, looking up at a crack in the plaster ceiling. He didn’t know how he’d gotten there. His leg felt strangely cold and numb, like death creeping up on him from there, encroaching bit by bit. Maybe he should be alarmed, but his head felt like it was encased in fuzz.

“You with me again Red? You passed out there for a bit.”

Jason tilted his head. Danny was standing a few feet away holding a nondescript duffel bag, behind him an open doorway lead to a bathroom. He frowned, the lights from there were too bright and his gaze slid back to Danny. He didn’t even have the energy to feel scared right now.

Huh, Danny’s eyes were blue, he could have sworn they were green. They were also much closer than they had been just a moment ago. There was something important Jason was supposed to remember. Something had happened to get him here. It was dangerous to stay put-

“Woah- no.” Hands pushed at his shoulders. “Red, you’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Jason gave up. Lying down was clearly better.

“Were you drugged too?” The voice wondered from far away.

Was he drugged?

Jason didn’t know. He didn’t remember.

Oo o oO

Jason woke up to sunlight streaming in from a window. The first, most apparent thing was that this was not his apartment. Secondly his right leg throbbed, and he was rather groggy.

His helmet stared back at him from the low coffee table. Alarmed, he sat up. The soft blanket he’d been covered by slid down to reveal he was undressed except for his underwear. The pull on his skin when he frowned revealed that his domino was at least still in place. He cast around and his heart about stopped when his gaze landed on Danny-

But after a moment of nothing happening and his brain taking in the way the slight man slept - crossways on a plush armchair, limbs akimbo, mouth open and neck at an angle that was gonna be uncomfortable when he woke - he could breathe again. In the sunlight he looked so human it felt almost silly to have been afraid. It was irrational, but Jason would allow the relief it gave him as long as Danny was asleep.

Next to the couch was an open duffel full of first aid supplies and a trash bag filled mainly with bloodied gauze squares and packaging. His hand went to his thigh and the two bandages adhering there - entrance and exit wound in his quadriceps, no wonder his thigh throbbed. Curious he pulled a corner of the innermost bandage so see a few neat stitches holding his skin together. He patted the bandage back in place, it wasn’t quite sticking as well as before, but it’d hold alright.

It was worrying that he didn’t remember how he’d been shot. Or how Danny, the creature from the Watchtower, was involved. Though currently the evidence pointed towards him having had a helpful disposition this time.

Jason bit back a groan as he swung his legs off the couch. Helpful disposition or not, Jason was not sticking around a moment longer than he had to.

Unfortunately the moment Jason touched the wooden floors Danny startled awake falling off the chair with a thump and an ooph. He sat up, clearly disoriented, his hair was a mess that stuck up on one side and he looked cute in the way a ruffled kitten looked. It was an absolutely crazy thought when Jason was caught on the edge of bolting in fear. The opposing feelings had hysteria bubbling up and he snorted in his attempt to hold back helpless laughter.

Danny blinked owlishly at him, eyes big and blue.

Blue, the thought repeated in Jason’s brain. Not glowing. Not green.

“Oh, you’re awake. That’s good. You’ve gotta be hungry.” Danny picked himself off the floor.

Jason watched him carefully as he stood and walked over to the kitchen area. When he sent Jason a hesitant smile over his shoulder it was perfectly ordinary in width. There were no alarm bells ringing in Jason’s head, no sense of other.

Jason’s heart beat hard and fast in his chest. He felt like he was going crazy. How was this possible?

No! Jason had definitely seen what he’d seen on the Watchtower! He wasn’t crazy, but it was hard to believe his memories when Danny puttered about his kitchen, standing on tippy toes to reach something in one of the cupboards. He looked about as threatening as the kitten Jason’s brain had compared him to. His loose t-shirt and fuzzy washed out pajama pants with smiling stars only added to that.

He looked exactly the ordinary guy everyone thought him to be. Except he had seemingly brought a vigilante home for medical attention, but then again he did work on the Watchtower, so obviously not completely ordinary.

“Hope you’re not lactose intolerant.”

“What?” Jason shook himself out of his thoughts.

“Cause melted cheese sandwich is about the most exciting thing I can offer?” He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“’S fine.”

Could there be two of them? Or the creature on the Watchtower just occasionally took Danny’s shape? Or the creature was extremely adept at pretending to be human. Maybe they shared a body? Maybe Danny was unknowingly possessed? There were too many options and Jason knew too little.

He rubbed his head, trying to remember, what happened yesterday, but aside from going patrolling it was one big blank space.

“What happened yesterday?”

“Hmm? Oh I found you in the alley between my building and the next.” He vaguely waved in the direction of the windows to the right. “You were kinda out of it? Not to mention bleeding and there was a bunch of goons after you. So I brought you up.”

Jason frowned. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved. They could have followed you.”

Danny glanced back with a small bemused smile. “That was my choice.”

They drifted into silence after that as Jason pondered. He supposed it was rather silly to worry about Danny’s safety, but since right now he was questioning everything he thought he knew, he wasn’t sure what to make of him.

“Why Crime Alley? Do they not pay you a decent wage?”

Danny glanced at him, another small smile stretching his lips and winked. “Wage is fine. I just happen to like Crime Alley’s vigilante best.”

Jason felt heat in his cheeks at that and was glad Danny was turned back around to face his grilled cheese project. There was no way that was the real reason, right? He thought back to how some of the first words Danny had said to him was to buy him dinner first. Had Danny been actually flirting with him? Was he flirting now? Jason felt deeply unsettled, not because the advance was unwanted but rather because somehow it wasn’t? Despite him still being half terrified.

“Here we go.” Danny snapped him out of his thoughts, setting down a steaming grilled cheese sandwich on the coffee table and slinging himself back into the armchair with his own plate.

Jason steeled himself. He was only going to get answers if he asked, and if it got him eaten? Well, at least he’d know.

“Are you possessed?”

Danny who’d just taken a bite spluttered and coughed, dry bread clearly going down the wrong pipe- and then, when his face was turning alarmingly red and Jason was considering if he needed to go over there and perform the Heimlich, Danny reached into his chest and plucked out the offending half-chewed bread with a relieved wheeze. He grimaced at the mass in his hands before leaving on his plate. Another reflexive cough shook his frame as he looked at Jason.

“I’m sorry? Possessed?” He asked hoarsely, as if he couldn’t believe it.

Jason crossed his arms.

“Well you’re something! You just reached a hand inside yourself and you- on the Watchtower-“ And Jason couldn’t even begin to describe the events on the Watchtower.

Danny looked at him dumbfounded.

“Oh…” Another cough turned into laugh. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought for sure-“ He spoke in between laughter. “I really haven’t been nice, have I?”

Jason stared levelly at Danny in his best impression of Bruce, conveying wordlessly how that was not an explanation at all. Danny eventually sobered.

“I thought you could sense what I am, so I kinda allowed my instincts a bit more free rein than I usually do.”

“I sensed you were something.” Jason grumbled, “and that still doesn’t explain what you are?”

When Jason met Danny’s eyes they glowed green and his smile was too sharp. He stilled.

“If you don’t know what I am, do you even know what you are?”

There was swoop in his stomach and terror clutched his rapidly beating heart. Danny’s nostrils flared as he breathed in deep, scenting like a predator looking for prey, except he already had Jason in his sights.

Then, just as abruptly the pressure let up, and Danny who’d somehow left his chair floated back into it to slump boneless across the armrests, head tilted back, barring his throat.

“You can do whatever you want with me Red, you are so fucking delicious.”

Jason felt terrible heat in his face and chest and mortifyingly down south at the shift in mood. Danny, from the way he eyed Jason out the side of half lidded eyes, somehow knew, which only made it worse.

“You still have not answered my question.”

Danny sighed. “I’m a half-ghost. More specifically the ghost half is a protective spirit, so while to the human part of me the Watchtower is my workplace that pays the bills, to the ghostly part it’s my haunt.”

Jason frowned. Half Ghost? “I’m not sure that explains anything.”

“It means, that you should be very glad I already knew and liked you that time you broke into the Watchtower. It’s easier to leave humans and whatever aliens there might be to the Justice League, though I will admit to having traumatized some invaders here and there, but supernatural threats like yourself? Generally don’t make it out alive, unless they realize fast enough what mistake they made, like there was this pale child looking sorceror with a cat once? He was very quick to make his escape.”

Danny was clearly just rambling now. Maybe Jason should feel afraid now that he knew he was right, that Danny really was a terrifying creature that definitely would have killed, maybe even eaten him, but mostly he felt relieved it wasn’t all in his head and it was clear to him now that Danny didn’t actually want to kill him. He was all bark and no bite- or maybe actually probably a lot of biting, but no tearing chunks out of him.

Suddenly he realized how hungry he was and he grabbed the cooled off melted cheese sandwich and took a bite. It didn’t even matter that it was cold, cause Jason was ravenous. He swallowed a bite, as he pondered out loud, “So how come you’re tolerating me here in your home?”

Danny sent him a baffled look. “For one, I brought you here. Secondly this is your haunt.”

“My haunt?”

Danny frowned. “I don’t know exactly where you fall on the scale of ghostliness, but it may be less than I assumed if you really don’t know.” At Jason’s continued silence, Danny elaborated, “you have the whole Crime Alley area quite thoroughly claimed as yours. Anyone with even a small sense for the supernatural would know.”

“Then how come I’ve not felt the urge to evict you violently.”

“Because you protect everyone who just wants to life here in peace,” Danny smiled softly.

Jason was stumped, but he couldn’t deny the truth of the words.

Danny looked up at the ceiling. “I like my mischief and I will admit I have delighted in messing with you. But for someone like me, whose core thrums with the need to protect my haunt, whose every sense is tuned towards potential invaders when I am in my haunt, to be able to leave that behind when I clock out, to be able to go home, to a little place not my haunt, not my responsibility, where I can actually relax? Be human?”

He looked back over a Jason, blue eyes slightly glistening. “I told you, you were my favorite vigilante.”

Jason really didn’t know what to say to that, it felt like so much more than what the words themselves meant. His own throat felt tight.

Danny chuckled self-consciously and finally sat up, quickly wiping his eyes. “Well, that was more than I really expected to reveal of myself, but since you didn’t know, well, I owed you an explanation for the terrorizing.”

But what about the flirting? Jason found he really wanted to know about that, but his tongue felt tied. It didn’t feel right to bring up after that.

The somber mood followed them through the rest of their long gone cold grilled cheese sandwiches, through Jason redressing in his surprisingly clean suit and a wordless goodbye.

Oo o oO

The next time Jason was on the Watchtower, he didn’t see Danny at all. Didn’t even sense him. He didn’t know what to do with that, didn’t know why he felt so bereft. He should be happy right? To for once not to leave the Watchtower terrified for his life? But he wasn’t.

He was so fucking messed up.

He knew where Danny lived. He could always go there.

He didn’t.

He had no clue what he even wanted from Danny!

Oo o oO

This was not good.

In fact things had pretty much gone to shit.

He barely managed to combine another dodge and deflection to avoid another swipe of that cursed flaming sword. Something that big should not be allowed to move so fucking fast. Jason panted and sweat ran down his face. He’d lost his helmet some time during the fight.

He dodged again. Gritting his teeth as he using the All Blades to propel himself over the flaming sword.

“Any ETA on that solution.” He yelled over the roaring flames. It was hard to breathe and even harder to fight.

The comm in his ear crackled, obviously not appreciating the heat, it was a wonder it was even still working. “They’re working on it. Hood you have to retreat if-“

“Like Hell, I will,” Jason snarled back, this knock-off balrog was not reaching Gotham. It was not reaching the line of fire fighters holding the flames back. Not while Jason still stood.

It was however not looking good. While Jason had managed to score hits, mainly early in the fight - the thing bled fucking lava. His only real chance was to stall. If this had been the only one Jason would have gladly left it to Bruce’s super friends, but it wasn’t. The Justice League, everyone, was stretched thin as multiple rifts had opened all over the place letting these creatures into their world and it didn’t matter if they beat the creatures back in the rifts, they couldn’t exactly leave their spots until the rifts were closed.

It was little comfort that the perpetrators had met their end as the first victims of their folly.

Jason only barely got his blades up and crossed above him and the sword went down in an overhanded strike. Immediately Jason knew it was a mistake, and it would cost him. He should have tried to dodge, instead the sword hit the All-Blades with an explosion of sparks. Jason yelled in pain as the force of it brought him to his knees.

“Jason!” Bruce yelled and it was only because it was right in his ear he could hear anything over the ringing. He rolled to the side instantly, ignoring the way he couldn’t feel his arms. The flaming sword came down gouging into the ground where he was a fraction of a second ago.

The knowledge came over him with sudden clarity, clear and calm, inevitable; he wouldn’t be fast enough to dodge the next strike. He still tried, because Jason would always fight to the last, but his limbs were too slow, too sluggish, the sword was already coming towards him.

He braced himself.

A pillar of ice shot up before him, the sword cleaved down, but stopped a feet above his head where it stuck. The beast roared in anger and pulled. Dumbfounded, Jason stared at the sputtering blade that had been mean to cleave him in half.

“Cool glowing swords, mind if I borrow them?”

Suddenly Danny was folded around his kneeling form, arms reaching out and fingers circling around each of the All-Blades. The blades powered by his soul. Jason gasped at the rush of energy it gave him. It shouldn’t be possible. Danny shouldn’t be able to pluck the blades out of his hands. Much less be able to wield them.

But wield them he did. He beat the beast back with a kick that broke the pillar. The beast never really had a chance, between the blades and the ice Danny could summon that clearly pained the beast, it really was a terrible matchup.

Jason felt like he should feel violated, those blades were made from his soul. And yet all he felt was protected, safe, loved. It was quite possible he was delirious or high. At least the blistering heat from the fires was going down with all the ice Danny had thrown around.

Before Jason knew it, it was over. Danny may or may not have eaten the Balrog, Jason wasn’t entirely clear on the details, or why Danny’s hair had been white at some point, it was really all very confusing.

Gingerly, Jason got to his feet. His entire body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, and yet there was still that strange buzzing energy under his skin. He slowly made his way towards Danny.

Danny, who was studying the glowing red rift in space time, tilted his head considering. Then moving the blades carefully so both were in his right hand, he reached out with his left hand as if feeling for something, then with a sharp counter-clock motion, the rift was gone.

Huh.

Danny turned back around and smiled sheepishly. “Oh hey, Red. I’m sorry about grabbing your swords like that-“

And it didn’t really matter what Danny was going to say. Jason grabbed his head and crashed their lips together. A small wounded noise escaped Danny’s throat and then he was kissing Jason back with fervor. And when Danny dropped the blades to let them dissolve to dig his own desperate fingers into Jason’s matted hair, it didn’t matter that he lost that all encompassing feeling of love and protection, because he knew how Danny felt, and he finally knew what to do with all his own confused feelings.

They broke apart to breathe, foreheads leaning on each other, eyes meeting though it was hard to focus this close.

“Couldn’t you have shown up a bit sooner?” Jason panted.

“I was visiting some friends… they don’t exactly live around here.” From the slightly shifty glance Danny gave to the side, it was probably a good bet that 'not around here', meant another plane of existence. what the fuck was Jason’s life?

“I’m just-“ Danny’s fingers tightened in Jason’s hair momentarily, “so glad I didn’t get here a second later.”

Jason grinned toothily, and he probably looked terrible goofy, but he didn’t care, it was just he and Danny here. “So am I.”

The comm crackled, and Bruce’s voice asked almost hesitantly, “What’s your status, Hood?”

Oh right, not completely alone. But Bruce thankfully didn’t have visuals.

“Ah.” Jason straightened, and promptly grabbed one of Danny’s hands when they tried to leave him, earning a little surprised smile from Danny. Urgh, creatures from the abyss had no right to be this cute.

“We’re okay, I’m okay. Situation is dealt with here.”

There was a relieved sigh from the other end, and Jason did not envy the old man his role as a coordinator of their efforts-

“Oh!” Jason suddenly realized. “Danny can close the rifts.”

“Danny?” Bruce’s simple question was overlaid with Tim chiming in with disbelief.

He shared a glance with Danny, who gave him a grin full of mischief.

“Yeah, Danny from Maintenance.”

-

And that's that, hope you enjoyed :D I certainly had fun writing this. Tell me what your thought if you have the time?

[spotsupstuff]

List of things that sparked joy in my little Ancient culture enthusiast heart:

The moths in the Ancient Urban are essentially pigeons, including the fact some of them are tagged.

Finally a proper and canon confirmation that Ancients really did have pets, positive relationships with animals and weren't Only stuck in glass cubes on display like Moon implies once. It can also mean that they did research into animal behaviour, such as tracking migrating and such. From how biologists are in real life, we can assume they were even genuinely passionate & happy about these type of things.

All the pottery and plates in that workshop room,

A confirmation that they did have paper and used scrolls for writing stuff down,

alongside with the pearls that they, too, could perhaps freely read or one of those things on the shelf there might be a pearl reader, if it is more technologically based (CDs type information keeping)

I also wonder if those things there are books- with stone tablet pages or paper ones? digital things hidden in hardcovers?- or something else entirely. Do they maybe hold orders for earthenware?

The masks on the wall, they feel so real compared to the murals.

Are they of the same person or is it of the workers there or maybe a family? Some of them look similar to those in the murals.

While at the concept of family, they had creches, but it doesn't sound like it was an outright job in the sense that they seem to have been community-raised (I fuckin' knew it I can put down my tin hat now).

They had hard beds, similar to what used to be used in old china iirc, along with that pillow/headrest

This kinda thing. They were made out of porcelain to keep the head cool in the night, but I think some where out of wood too.

The bustling of the city.

The normalcy of people going about their day, talking, the vehicles zipping by (they had some kind of motor vehicles!!!!).

The architecture, in both the Ancient Urban and the Outer Rim (those roofs made the right side worth it to me, that's how much I love these bastards)

I find it very funny that what looks to me like a REALLY poor ass cable management seems like the height of decorative prowess to them. Also some insight into how the void ,,bath" actually looked like.

The toys... just the toys.

Alongside these dialogues

And the one about him remembering the halls he ran through- oh when I say that I adore the fact that this Echo is a kid stuck here, lonely and vulnerable with polite speech not plaguing it.

The original Echoes combined with the Iterators' distaste for the species as whole painted the Ancients as these heartless things lazer focused only on the Ascension, religion and rituals. There wasn't much space for thinking about them in a more human manner and I feel like most of the fandom did depict the Ancients only as the impression was given. Bunch of posh full of themselves suckups, uncaring much for one another or anything around them.

I get kinda annoyed when there's an insistance that some kind of sapient species has done only bad. With humans, too, I just about had it with the demonization, negativity and staggering blindness to the beauty and good we can and do create- in both fiction and reality. Same goes for these dumbasses.

Disko kid here begs to challenge that impression. He's lost and alone and kind of scared, stuck here not knowing how to move forward. He mourns the regularity and simplicity of his room, the nostalgia of shelves and toys, the golden sunrays sneaking in through the windows. He brings a certain humanity into the consideration of Ancients.

That maybe, only maybe.. they deserve to be mourned.