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I need Shadow and Bone season 2 to come out already because i’m dying to make a Long Live Zoyalai edit

54 notes • Posted 2021-11-17 01:15:45 GMT

okay, hear me out...

What if the boys weren’t wrong about playing the Orpheum being their unfinished business but they were just wrong about who they needed to play that show with?

What if their unfinished business was to play the Orpheum with BOBBY (Trevor) because that’s what they ALL wanted to do TOGETHER before they died...

Bobby was their best friend, he was their family and they were his.... 😭

Anyway if anyone needs me I’ll be sobbing about that theory in my bed for the foreseeable future

76 notes • Posted 2021-01-30 03:13:40 GMT

T-shirt (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Y/N is Dick’s partner in the GCPD, but she’s been seeing Jason for a while behind his back even though there’s an active warrant for Red Hood’s arrest.

A/N: I’m not sure what genre this is. A bit of fluff, mostly angst? With a happy ending though. I’m sorry I couldn’t make up my mind, lol. My playlist is a mess, so I guess my writing is too.

Warnings: Innuendos and language, but I mean it’s Jason what are you expecting?

Word count: 2.2k

Jason didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky. Maybe life had finally realized how unfair it had been to him. Maybe she was life’s way to balance things out.

Jason didn’t know and, frankly, he didn’t care. All he knew was how much he loved her.

“You’re staring” Her sing-song voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Only because I am graced with a vision of the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth wearing my T-shirt.” He replied playfully.

She laughed, her eyes glinting with amusement. She moved gracefully around the room only illuminated by the tv light.

“Well, your T-shirt’s a lot more comfortable than that dress.” She’d gestured to the discarded silky number she’d worn the previous night.

Jason stood up letting his feet carry him quickly to her side. Seeing her wearing his clothes drove him crazy. He was hoping to convince her to come back to bed with him.

“Anyway, I’m going to jump in the shower before I get back to the precinct.” She continued.

Well, there goes my plan, he thought bitterly. Unless…

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, resting his chin on her delicate shoulder. He let his lips brush the shell of her ear. “Want company in there?”

She turned around in his arms and gently laid a hand on his chest. That was easy. “We both know we need to stop doing this, Jason. I should be arresting you. Not sleeping with you.”

Here they went again. They had been having this exact argument for three months now. Every time Jason thought they’d moved past it she’d bring it up again. They had never talked about their feelings, but Jason hoped there was more to it than their wild nights. “Is that really what you want, Y/N?”

“Does it matter? What would Dick say if he found out about –” she paused, gesturing between them “whatever this is? He asked who I was seeing, even commented on my outfit choice, you know? He’s my partner I can’t keep lying to him.”

‘Whatever this is’? That’s all it is to her? Jason had been hurt before, hell, he’d even been killed by the Joker, but nothing had ever felt quite like this. It was as if all the air had left his lungs and his heart was turning to dust in his chest.

He let his arms fall back to his side and took a step back. “Fine. Don’t forget to lock up on your way out.” He grabbed a hoodie and quickly pulled it over his head.

“You’re leaving? Jason, come on, don’t be ridiculous.” She was clearly just as exasperated as he was.

“I think it’s better for me to leave before you decide to arrest me. That’s your job, right? What would my dear brother say if he found out you had the opportunity to finally bring me in and you chose not to? Golden boy wouldn’t like you quite as much now, would he?” His voice sounded harsh to his own ears, but he was so tired of losing everything to his brother.

She was staring at him, shock evident on her beautiful face. Jason wanted to take it back. He shouldn’t have lost it on her like that.

“I wouldn’t arrest you, Jay, but keeping this up puts me in a difficult position, both with Dick and with the department.” Her voice held traces of desperation and pleading but Jason was too angry to understand what it truly meant.

Jason felt his jealousy bubble up in his chest. “You’re right, it’d be a lot easier for you to sleep with your partner. Only a bit of HR paperwork and everything would be set, wouldn’t it?”

“You know what, Jason? Maybe it would be easier. It’s not like Dick hasn’t hinted at it before.” She had practically been yelling at him. She lowered her voice and continued: “He’s nice enough, I suppose. Attractive too.” He’d never seen her like this; her expression ice-cold, her voice void of any emotion.

They stood, facing each other, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to take it back, to apologize, to kiss her, to tell her he loved her, but her words hung in the air, forming an unbreakable barrier between them.

She finally turned away from him, but not before he had a chance to glimpse the tears welling in her eyes. He’d finally pushed her too far. She closed the bathroom door behind her. Jason heard a quiet sob escape her before he heard the rush of water hitting the shower tiles.

Jason knew he’d fucked up. Should he leave as he had intended? Or should he stay? He could try apologizing, though he doubted it’d do much good considering how far they’d taken things this time around.

“Fuck.” He threw the closest mug at the wall.

Why did he always push people away? He didn’t deserve her anyway. Maybe it was best to cut her from his life. She was right, after all. He was a liability for her. He kept her from doing her job.

He still hadn’t made a decision by the time she shut the water off. Was he going to make one last stand? Was he finally going to tell her how much she actually meant to him? Or was he simply going to cut his losses, like he’d done with every other person he’d ever loved, like he’d done with his family, like he’d done with his brother?

It was almost funny, he’d been scared of so many things in his life, he’d faced so many challenges, but somehow, he had never been more terrified than in this exact moment.

She stepped out of the bathroom, water dripping from her long hair onto an already damp spot on her work shirt.

“Y/N” She didn’t answer, she simply stood there, looking at him, obviously waiting for him to continue. Jason took a deep breath. “I took things too far.”

The only response he got from her was a quick nod.

Alright, he thought, I’m going to have to do better than this. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I know how important your job is. You and Dick are some of the best detectives in Gotham. I don’t want to put you in a tough spot, but I can’t just let you go either.”

“Is this what we’ve come to, Jason? You’re threatening me?” Her eyes were set ablaze with a fresh wave of anger.

“No! God, no! Fuck, I’m just… I’m not great with feelings. I just don’t know how to say it. I’m not threatening you. I would never hurt you, Y/N. You have to know that! I just – I don’t want to lose you.” He was desperate. How could he make her understand?

She seemed unsure, a puzzled expression painting her features. At least, she didn’t seem to fear or hate him anymore. It was a step in the right direction, he supposed.

A crazed chuckle escaped the back of his throat. Her eyebrows furrowed further. “Shit, this isn’t going well, is it?”

She crossed her arms, her eyes studying him closely. “No, it isn’t.” She admitted.

“I don’t want you to get with Dick. I don’t want to lose you to him.” Anger flared in her eyes again. “Or to anyone really.” He added quickly. “Not that I own you, of course! You aren’t anyone’s. I mean you are your own person and – ”

She cut him off with a laugh. “Wait. Jay, are you trying to tell me you acted like a complete idiot because you like me?”

“I – I mean, I wouldn’t say a complete idiot but… uhm, yes? And well I don’t like you. I think I might, kind of… you know?”

Boy, did he feel stupid right now. He’d faced countless villains and criminals on his own, even the joker! –okay, that one hadn’t gone exactly well but still – And now? He couldn’t even tell the woman he loved how he felt.

“No, Jaybird, I don’t think I know.” A playful smile tugged at her lips.

He felt his cheeks heat up, a blush spreading quickly over his face and neck. He might very well die from embarrassment, but at least she wasn’t mad anymore.

“I – Well, I – Fuck! I love you, Y/N.” He stammered. He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t bear to see the rejection in her eyes. He knew that was what was inevitably coming his way. He didn’t deserve love. He didn’t deserve her.

“Hey, Jay.” She took a few steps forward, coming to a stop a few inches away from him. “Jay, look at me.” Her cool fingers rested on his chin, turning his head towards her. “Jason, please.” He tore his eyes from the floor, meeting her gentle gaze.

Hey, at least she was going to let him down easy, right?

“I love you, Jason Peter Todd.” She giggled softly, probably at his awestruck expression. “I guess we were both complete idiots. We’ve been arguing for months because we were too scared to share our feelings with each other.”

Jason couldn’t quite believe it. He had to be dreaming. Even if it was true, it didn’t solve their main problem. “But, what about arresting me? What about your job? What about Dick?”

“We’ll figure it out, Jay. Together.” She seemed to hesitate for a moment. “It doesn’t change anything about my job, but… Dick misses you, you know? He’s mentioned you quite a few times in the past few weeks. I don’t mean to overstep, and I certainly don’t mean to push you if you aren’t ready, but I don’t think he’d arrest you either if you were to reach out to him.”

Jason pondered this new information for a few seconds. Could it be? Could he really be happy with the woman he loved and start mending things with his brother? “You really think so?”

She smiled lovingly. “I do.”

“It would make it easier for you if you didn’t have to hide me from him, wouldn’t it?” She deserved the world. Surely, he could reach out to his brother. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it before. Not that he would ever admit it, of course.

“It would, but you don’t have to do it for me. I want you to reach out only if and when you are ready, Jason. I’m not pressuring you and you don’t have to decide right this second.” She placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

He nodded. “I’ll consider it. Maybe I do miss him too… in a weird, unexpected way.”

“Until you decide, I won’t tell him anything. He can keep guessing about who I’m seeing. It keeps things interesting.” Her amused smile was contagious. Jason felt a smile of his own tugging at the corner of his lips.

He leaned in tentatively. They may have finally confessed their feelings, but the argument and harsh words they’d exchanged were still fresh in his mind. She closed the distance kissing him properly this time.

Jason could’ve sworn the earth had stopped spinning on its axis. It felt like time had completely stopped. It certainly wasn’t the first time they kissed, but it felt different this time. He could feel her love and passion with every subtle movement of her soft lips against his own.

Some sort of buzzing sound resonated in the distance, but he chose to ignore it. He never wanted to stop holding her, he never wanted to stop kissing her like this.

The incessant buzz of her phone forced them to pull away. A quick glance at the display informed them of just who wanted to reach her this badly.

“As much as I’d love staying here, with you, right now, I’m already late and you are going to have a surprise reunion with Dick if I don’t get to the precinct soon.” Her voice sounded breathy; her cheeks sported an adorable pink flush.

He groaned. He didn’t want her to go.

She planted one last kiss to his lips, slipping from his grasp.

“We’ll pick up from where we left off when I get home tonight.”

“Home? Does this mean you’re moving in?” Jason knew he was grinning like an idiot.

“If you want me to?” Why did she sound unsure? He’d be the biggest idiot on Earth if he let this opportunity go by.

“Of course, I want you to move in!” He spun her around a few times, holding her waist tightly, before pulling her into another passionate kiss.

She laughed, a beautiful melodic sound if he’d ever heard one. “Alright Jaybird. I really need you to put me down because I’m pretty sure Dick is going to file a missing person report if I keep ignoring his calls.”

He put her down gently, already missing the feeling of her body against his. “Fine, but you’re gonna have to make this up to me tonight.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I will.” She winked before running out the door, her jacket thrown over her arm, boots untied.

Jason smiled contentedly. It might never be easy for him, but he’d been right. She was life’s way of making it up to him. He sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck it up again.

113 notes • Posted 2021-10-28 22:24:50 GMT

How is my bisexual heart supposed to handle this?

301 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 16:38:21 GMT

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off

Dick Grayson x best friend!reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: After a Wayne Gala, Dick and Y/N get really drunk and finally give in to their feelings.

Warnings/content: Alcohol, Smut, drunken sex, choking, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dom/sub dynamics, Dom!Dick Grayson x sub!reader, brat tamer!Dick Grayson

A/N: So, this isn't at all how I planned on this fic going, but Dick Grayson just makes me completely crazy. I am a slut for Dick Grayson and I’m not sorry.

Hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 3.8k

Bruce Wayne’s galas were always elegant affairs where the elite of Gotham flaunted just how rich they really were. Y/N liked to get dolled up for the events, but there were only so many dances and meaningless conversations with rich assholes she could endure. She’d chosen to wear a particularly revealing dress knowing that men were a lot more generous when they were distracted by the sight of her body in a skintight backless dress. She had done her job; she’d spent the last two hours suffering the hungry stares and unwelcome touches of many trust fund babies and older rich men.

But enough was enough. She wanted out of this situation.

“Come on, Dick. If we go through the kitchen, we can even grab food and a few bottles.” Sure, convincing him would take a bit of effort, but it was well worth it if she could escape this miserable party to spend time with her annoyingly good-looking best friend. It was unfair how good he looked in his tux.

“Y/N, Bruce wants us at this party. We’re supposed to be charming a few investors.” He always played the role of Bruce’s obedient son to perfection… but she knew him too well.

“Trust me, you’ve already charmed every single woman in this room… probably half of the men too.” She laughed at his incredulous expression. “Anyway, I’m quite sure my dress has done the job for the very few who haven’t been charmed by your pretty face.”

His cheeks reddened slightly, his eyes traveling up and down her body. “It’s a –” He cleared his throat. “It’s a nice dress.” He sounded a bit flustered. Was he actually flustered because of her dress? If only… It was stupid really, he would’ve made a move by now if he was interested. This dress wasn’t going to make a difference… but she’d press the advantage just in case.

She took a step closer. She raised a hand to adjust his tie. “I know you, Dick Grayson. You want to leave just as much as I do.” She made sure to let her fingers seductively trail down his chest, looking up to him with pleading eyes.

He groaned. “You are impossible.”

An amused chuckle escaped her crimson-painted lips. “Maybe, but you love me anyway.”

The shadow of some unidentified emotion crossed his face, but it was gone too quickly for her to understand what it had meant.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go then.”

She knew she always won, he couldn’t say no to her, but it felt incredibly nice to have his hand slip into her own as they ducked through the ballroom door.

-----

She kicked her stilettos off her feet swiftly before sitting next to Dick on the carpeted floor of the dimly lit den.

The few platters of hors d’oeuvres, a bottle of champagne, and a bottle of tequila they’d stolen from the kitchen were spread out on the small wooden table in front of them. They had taken the necessary precautions so the caterers didn’t see them, but it wouldn’t take long for the Batman to figure it out.

She reached for the champagne, taking a sip before passing it to Dick. It was pleasantly quiet this far from the party. She let out a contented sigh when her head came to rest on Dick’s shoulder.

They sat in comfortable silence, eating a few bites between easy conversations, and passing the bottle back and forth for a while. Dick finally got up to put the empty bottle of champagne back on the table. He used to opportunity to make himself a bit more comfortable.

She watched as he pulled off his tux jacket, throwing it on the couch behind her, and loosened his tie. He was truly a sight to behold with his hair slightly out of place and the top button of his collar undone.

He was looking directly at her.

“Why do you let them touch you like that?” His question took her by surprise. She didn’t think he’d have noticed. How did he notice? Had he been watching her?

She considered his question carefully. She knew how it must look from his point of view. She was practically whoring herself out, at Bruce’s request, to con rich men out of their money. The fact that it was for charity didn’t make it much better.

“Well, it’s kind of why Bruce invites me to these things.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “It makes it easier for me to charm them. They are more generous if they are distracted by the prospect of getting me out of my clothes. They like feeling wanted by a beautiful woman. That lets me seduce them out of more of their money. It benefits whatever charity Bruce chose.”

He was staring directly at her as if searching her face for something. He didn’t seem satisfied by her answer.

“Bruce knows?” his tone was guarded but she knew him well enough to know he wasn’t happy.

“Of course, he does.” His brows furrowed further. “I don’t like it, Dick, but it’s for a good cause. I can take care of myself. I don’t need B’s protection. Anyway, I never let them get too handsy.”

He relaxed a bit sitting back in his place next to her, wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders.

“I know how capable you are, sweetheart, but I still don’t like seeing their hands all over you.”

She sighed, leaning in closer to him. “I’m glad we left the party. It’s been a while since we spent time together, just the two of us. It’s nice.”

Getting drunk with Dick after sneaking out of one of Bruce’s elaborate parties was nothing new. So why did it feel so different this time around?

----

Dick felt a pleasant warmth spread in his chest. She’s glad it’s just the two of us? He reached for the tequila and took a swig. Maybe if he got drunk enough, he’d forget how badly he wanted to kiss her. She just didn’t think of him that way. He couldn’t risk their friendship.

He should definitely say something though. She was probably waiting for an answer. “I can’t believe I let you convince me to abandon my post at the gala. Bruce is going to be so mad.”

She laughed softly, gesturing to the now-empty platters in front of them. “Don’t forget, Boy Wonder, I also turned you into a thief.”

Dick laughed. It was true not only had he deserted his post for her, but he’d also stolen from the kitchen. Bruce would be furious when he found out. Dick simply couldn’t bring himself to care, though. “You are a terrible influence, Angel.”

She pushed herself away from him. Shit, I fucked up, he thought nervously. She slowly turned her body towards him, leaning a bit closer now that she could see his face. She raised a graceful eyebrow. “If I truly am so terrible Mr. Grayson, why do you always go along with my plans?”

Dick’s first thought was that her tone had been flirtatious, but it couldn’t be right? She was just teasing him. They were friends, that’s what they did. He watched her take a sip of tequila, carefully crafting an answer.

Because I’m in love with you. Have been for years. I want to kiss you. I want to make you mine. I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.

His mind was reeling with all these answers. He couldn’t say it though. He couldn’t lose her. “That’s a good question. Isn’t it what friends do? Go along with each other’s crazy plans?”

He could’ve sworn he saw something resembling disappointment flash in her eyes. Was it because he had called her a friend? No, that was wishful thinking. It was ridiculous. They were friends. No matter how much he wished they could be more.

The smile she wore would’ve fooled anyone else, but Dick knew her too well. “Yeah, I guess they do.” She’d opted for an easy way out.

He closed his hand around hers to bring the tequila back to his lips. He watched her carefully. He was playing with fire, and he was bound to get burned. Her eyes had followed his movements, but they lingered on his lips long after he’d lowered the bottle.

She finally brought her eyes back to his. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he’d caught her staring. It was funny how adorable that made her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, her face nicely flushed, wearing bright red lipstick and this goddamned dress.

Dick could understand why the men at the ball had been so enthralled by her. He had wanted her for a long time. What she wore didn’t matter, whether it be her black vigilante suit, her training clothes or her pjs, she was beautiful. However, it had been incredibly difficult to control himself when he’d seen her in that dress. It was so tight that it practically looked like a second skin. It hugged all her curves perfectly. The neckline was ridiculously low, revealing quite a bit of cleavage. It was driving him completely crazy.

She still hadn’t moved. She was still facing him, her face quite close to his own. His hand was still gripping hers. He let his eyes wander down her body and back up to her plump lips.

Fuck. It was getting ridiculously hard not to kiss her. Not that it was the only thing getting hard, actually.

He couldn’t fight the urge any longer. He leaned in, cradling her cheek in his hand, and delicately pressed his lips to hers. Finally kissing her beautiful soft lips felt even better than he could’ve ever imagined.

The realization came crashing down. Oh shit, he was kissing his best friend… His very drunk best friend. He pulled back and dropped his hand like her skin was suddenly burning him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have – ” He never got to finish his apology. She had pulled him back into a passionate kiss.

----

His lips still tasted of champagne and tequila. It really was intoxicating. She broke the kiss to catch her breath, resting her forehead against his. “Took you long enough, Boy Wonder.”

He let out the most adorable chuckle. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

They both had been incredibly stupid. How much time had they wasted pretending they were just friends? She leaned back to look at his infuriatingly gorgeous face. She let a flirtatious smile play on her lips. The loving expression on his face made her want him even more. “Anything else you’ve been wanting to do, Dick?”

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. His hands landed on her hips, roughly pulling her on his lap. “It’d be much easier to show you, love.”

His lips were back on hers in an instant. He was an incredible kisser, but it was difficult to focus on his lips when his hands seemed to be everywhere, leaving a burning sensation in their wake every time they encountered her bare skin.

A gasp escaped her lips when he grabbed her ass firmly, pushing her up on his lap. She felt his hips buck forward in search of friction as her core brushed lightly against his hard length. She moaned into the kiss.

His lips left hers suddenly drawing a plaintive whimper from her.

“Don’t worry, Angel. I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was hoarse, full of desire.

She shivered when she felt his lips brush against her jaw lightly. He started pressing open-mouthed kisses down her throat. He was going to drive her completely mad. She needed more than he was giving her.

“Dick…” she breathed out. She couldn’t form a coherent sentence, but he seemed to get the message. His soft kisses turned rough. He nipped and sucked at her skin undoubtedly leaving dark purple marks she’d have a hard time covering in the morning. She couldn’t care less. She was incredibly turned on at the thought of being marked by him – of being his to mark.

One of his hands was fumbling with the clasp of her dress situated at the nape of her neck while the other one roughly cupped her breast through the silky fabric.

She rolled her hips against him, earning a deep groan from her best friend – or former best friend? best friend turned lover? Boyfriend? That’s something future them would have to figure out. All she cared about right now was getting him naked.

“No teasing.” He growled when she rolled her hips again. She couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped her lips as he wrapped his hand tightly around her throat.

He arched a questioning eyebrow at her, an amused smirk stretching his lips. “So, miss ‘strong independent woman’ likes being choked, hmm?”

She felt her cheeks heat up, but all she could do was whimper softly in response. His fingers flexed, digging deeper into her skin. He pulled her closer to him capturing her lips roughly again before releasing her throat. Both hands dropped to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down quickly.

“Take this godforsaken thing off, my love.” His warm breath caressed her skin with each pant he breathed out.

“I thought you liked my dress.” She said, getting up. She resented the loss of contact between them.

The playful smile he’d adorn grew more wicked. “I do, I just think it’ll look much better once it’s on the floor.”

She rolled her eyes but watched him intently as he pulled off his tie and started to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Come on, darling. I want to see you. All of you.” She felt her cheeks flush once again, but she complied. She let her dress fall at her feet, carefully stepping out of it once it reached the floor.

Dick had taken the opportunity to stand up as well, shrugging his shirt off. His defined abs and pecs made him look like he’d been sculpted by the Gods themselves.

She watched him carefully as he approached her. Her heart hammered frantically in her chest. Are we really doing this?

His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her harshly against him. “You look perfect, angel.” He breathed out against her neck.

A shiver traveled down her spine. His lips were attached to her shoulder while his hands explored her body. She didn’t think she’d be able to stand much longer, her legs were shaking under her weight.

Her hands reached for him, one holding tightly to his muscular shoulder, trying to hold herself up, while the other worked to rid him of his pants. Why do they have to be so fucking tight? I mean… great for his ass but Jesus Christ! I want them off. Now.

There was no getting around the issue. She couldn’t get them off while trying to hold herself up. So, she figured it’d be easier to just get him to take them off himself. She let her fingers brush against the strained fabric still covering his cock. A small grunt escaped the back of his throat.

“I thought I said no teasing?” He growled at her.

Alright, this might just work. “Oops, sorry, Sir.” She kept her voice innocent, but her eyes made it clear she was well aware of what she was doing to him. She brushed her fingers against him a bit more firmly. She felt his hips buck into her hand, searching for more friction.

Her legs finally gave out when he harshly bit down at the junction of her neck and shoulder. A pained gasp escaped her as her back hit the cushions. He’d used the distraction to his advantage and had thrown her on the couch.

“Didn’t know you were such a brat, Y/N. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” His voice was low, almost threatening.

Oh, she realized she might have misjudged the situation. She hadn’t thought he’d be quite so dominant. Well, she guessed it made sense. He didn’t really have control for part of his life. It was only logical he’d seek control in one area.

Fuck. She had never been more turned on in her life. She whimpered when his fingers trailed down her legs, dragging her lacy underwear at the same time.

He knelt back between her legs and examined her; a wicked grin plastered on his face. “Already so wet for me, baby.”

He pressed soft kisses on the inside of her thighs, his fingers rubbing small circles on her bare hips. He started nipping and sucking at her skin soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Dick” she pleaded. He was getting so close, but every time she thought he would finally reach her soaked core he’d kiss down her thigh and up the other one.

She felt him smirk against her skin. He looked up at her from between her thighs. It was probably the hottest thing she’d ever seen. “Didn’t I tell you I was going to teach you a lesson?”

“I’ll be good. I won’t tease you again. Please, Dick.”

He leaned back in, kissing her thigh again. “Di – Oh!” She felt his tongue slowly travel from her entrance to her clit. He circled her swollen nub with his tongue a few times, before leaning in closer and sucking on it. She felt her pleasure grow hot and tight in her lower abdomen.

She tried to keep her moans to a minimum. She knew there could be party-goers anywhere on the first floor, but it grew more difficult when Dick slipped two nimble fingers between her slick folds. He started pumping his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace he matched with his tongue.

Her fingers gripped his locks tightly, her brain too lost in pleasure to think of anything other than him. “Oh, oh my god, Dick!” She panted; her lungs were screaming for air. He kept going, sucking her clit harshly again. “Fuck I’m – I – Dick!”

He shushed her. “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me.” She came undone the moment his tongue made contact with her swollen clit, his fingers never stopping their curling motion as she climaxed.

She must have blacked out for a second because when she opened her eyes Dick was hovering over her, holding himself up a few centimeters from her face. He was caressing her cheek lovingly, letting his other hand rub her hip in soothing patterns.

“Welcome back, love.” He kissed her softly. The fact that she could taste herself on his lips made her desire spark again. She moaned into the kiss.

Dick pulled back, a low chuckle escaping the back of his throat. “Who knew you were so desperate to get fucked?”

He was infuriating. He wanted to mess with her? Fine, but she’d give him a taste of his own medicine. “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me for years, Grayson. It took you long enough to understand that I almost gave up and went to Jason.”

He growled. His fingers wrapping tightly around her throat once again. “He’s not allowed to touch you. Ever. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?”

She knew mentioning his brother was risky, but what was the saying again? High risk, high reward? She felt the coil in her abdomen tighten as his grip tightened, reminding her he wanted an answer. “Y – Yes, Dick” She croaked.

He kissed her roughly, teasing her slick folds with the head of his cock. “You are mine.”

He finally slipped in, in one swift motion. She would’ve screamed loud enough for guests to hear if his strong hand hadn’t been restricting her airway.

They stayed like that for a moment. Dick’s grip on her throat had loosened slightly, but his hand still rested on her throat, reminding her he was in control. He kissed her lips softly as if he was apologizing for being so rough. She whined softly. She wanted him to move.

He pulled back slowly, his hips snapping quickly as he entered her again roughly. He set a brutal pace, drawing strangled moans from her.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight. You feel so good.” He breathed against her skin.

She knew she wouldn’t last very long. She felt the coil tighten again, almost ready to snap. Dick’s rough thrusts never faltered bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

She let out a particularly loud moan when Dick’s free hand snaked between their bodies to rub harsh circles against her swollen clit.

She tried screaming his name as she was pushed over the edge, but he swallowed the strangled sound into a passionate kiss. He kept his hand tightly wound around her throat to keep control over the volume of her release. Her entire body shook as he kept pummeling her into the couch cushions.

“Dick, please” she sobbed as he released his hold on her throat.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I know you have one more in you. Cum for me again, angel.” His voice was sweet, though his merciless pace didn’t falter.

Dick breathed out her name and let low deep grunts escape his throat repeatedly. She felt her third orgasm approach quickly, her overstimulated body in need of finding release once more.

Dick’s thrusts became erratic, frantic even. His finger found her clit again. She felt him twitch inside of her as thick ropes of cum painted her walls. The feeling of being filled with his warm seed brought her over the edge one more time.

He collapsed on top of her, both hands now resting on her waist. They both breathed heavily, chests pushing against each other with each intake of air. She felt completely fucked out. His heart was beating as frantically as her own.

She hissed when Dick finally pulled out. She could feel his cum seep out of her, undoubtedly onto the couch.

“Are you okay, love?” She appreciated the concern in his voice. God, she loved him so much.

She knew he’d left bruises all over her body, her lips were swollen, and she was starting to feel just how sore she’d be in the morning.

She smiled at him. “I’m more than okay, Dick. As much as I’d love to stay here with you… we should probably get dressed.” The puzzled look on his face drew a giggle from her. She added: “You know, before Bruce finds us?”

That snapped him out of his daze. “Oh, yeah, yes. Definitely. Maybe we should, uhm, go upstairs, uhm, to my room?”

He was so adorable she could barely believe he was the same man who’d just fucked her senseless. She winked at the man she loved. “Alright, lover boy, lead the way…”

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The Potato of Mass Destruction

Hello, everyone! Here is a little something to make up for all the angst I’ve been writing lately. This is my submission for @ruckystarnes Rae’s Summer of Satire Challenge, the prompt is “If I’m dying, let me eat cake.”/“You’re not dying.”/“Let me eat cake anyway.” The prompt is in bold.

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2745

Summary: It’s your kids’ birthday party today, and everything is going well until some of your family arrives with an early birthday present for the boys. Chaos ensues. It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt; Bucky, to be exact, when he is the victim of an extraordinarily random freak accident.

Warnings: There’s not much here, kids. Some mild profanity (but seriously, you should expect that from me by now), mentions of guns, Bucky gets hurt.

Also - I used some characters from one of my other fics (WEMtbB), so this story *could* be viewed as kind of a spoiler, however it can also be read as a complete story by itself. I hope you all enjoy it!

Oh! And the pic at the bottom - yes, I did that. I am that extra.

The clock reads shortly after eleven in the morning as you hum along with the radio. Despite the fact that you’re currently operating under a time crunch, you’re in your happy place. Zen mode. Relaxed and at ease in creative bliss. As the smell of vanilla wafts through the kitchen, you painstakingly create a one eyed minion on top of a cupcake.

Your twin boys are turning eight next week, and you had suggested a private birthday party for their friends. The boys had no problems with their friends coming to the family party, but you did. Your extended family happens to include Captain America and Iron Man, among others, and their dad is the infamous Winter Soldier. Your boys’ friends know this and are perfectly capable of acting like decent human beings when surrounded by people who save the world as their full-time job, but their parents tend to get a little…intense…especially two of the single moms and one of the single dads.

To get around the inevitable secondhand embarrassment – and to keep the attention on the kids, where it’s supposed to be – you’d proposed two separate parties on consecutive weekends. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it to make sure they get the birthday they deserve.

The goggles on the current minion finally meet your standards, so you carefully place it on the platter with the completed cupcakes and…wait…weren’t you finished with 11 cupcakes? Instinct has you whirling around, fears immediately confirmed.

“Bucky, no! You can’t eat that!” You snatch it back, inspecting it for any smudges in the icing.

Your husband stares at you, eyebrows drawn together, empty hand still held up to his wide-open mouth. “I can’t have even one? You always let me taste test.”

“No, Love, I’m sorry. These are for the boys’ ‘friends only’ birthday party this afternoon. The first batch failed miserably – it’s a new recipe and I had to play with the temp and timing – so now I have exactly the number of cupcakes needed for the number of guests. It’s a good thing I decided to make the boys a small layer cake to blow out their candles or I’d have to uninvite two kids.”

“So…just make more?” he suggests hopefully. “I like cupcakes.”

You pick up another cupcake and begin to decorate it. “Buck, I promise you can have all the cake you want next weekend when we have the family party. And honestly, next week’s cake will be better cake.”

“But it smells so good, Doll, please? You love baking,” he steps behind you and wraps his arms around your waist as he nuzzles into your neck, “and I love when you bake. See? Win – win.”

You snicker at his antics as you lean into his embrace. “I would if I could, Buck, but I can’t. The party is in less than two hours. Besides, I’m out of rice flour and can’t use regular flour until after the party because I can’t risk any cross contamination in the kitchen. So many of the kids have allergies that I had to make these gluten, dairy, egg, and nut free.”

“Gluten, dairy, egg, and nut free – what the hell is holding these things together?”

“Xanthan gum and flax seed.” You shake your head as you laugh, “One of the little girls that’s coming is allergic to all of those, plus citrus. I was so surprised when her mom told me that, I asked if her daughter survived on rainbows and unicorn farts. I mean, what else can she eat?”

Bucky chuckles as he stealthily reaches for the bowl of icing, but you catch him in your peripheral and bring a wooden spoon down on his knuckles.

Every now and then you manage to impress yourself with your reflexes.

“Ow!”

“Bucky! I took me six tries to get decent tasting dairy free icing and I don’t have any to spare, so if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, get out of my kitchen!”

“I just wanted some cake,” he grumbles as he pouts.

You turn to him and take his face gently in your hands. “Bucky, my love, I know and I’m sorry. I promise you’ll have all the cake you want next weekend. I’ll even make some with extra frosting – I’ll pile on the old lady flowers so it’s an inch and a half thick, just like you like. I just don’t have any to spare right now.”

“But next weekend is so far away,” he whines.

Your fingers slide back and tangle in his hair, and you press your lips to his before whispering, “I’ll make it up to you later tonight, okay?”

He pretends to think about it for a few seconds. “Deal,” he smirks before pulling you close and kissing you deeply.

Who knows how long you were wrapped in each other’s embrace before you hear the door open and close – could be thirty seconds, could be ten minutes – you can never tell when you’re like this with Bucky because time stands still.

“Aw man, they’re at it again.” Jimmy tries to sound disgusted, but you happen to know that he secretly loves that his mom and dad are affectionate. It makes him feel secure.

You giggle at your son’s observation, but Bucky doesn’t break form. He takes kissing his wife very seriously.

“Do you really have to do that here? We have people coming over.” Artie does a better job at sounding irritated, but when Bucky finally breaks the kiss and you turn to him, you can see the small smile on your son’s lips.

“Yes, I do,” Bucky replies before you can shoo them away. “I will have you know that, as your father, it is my solemn duty to show you how a man should treat his partner.” Bucky’s hands rise to cradle your face as he speaks, “If you don’t see me treat your mom with love,” he pauses to press a sweet kiss to your lips, “adoration,” another tender kiss to your forehead, “and respect,” a gentle thumb glides over your cheek as he kisses the other, “then how are you supposed to know how to treat the person you love? You can think it’s gross, but I’m doing my best to raise my boys to be loving, respectful men.” He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Besides, your mom’s hot.”

“Oh, gross,” Artie makes gagging noises while Jimmy rolls his eyes.

The conversation is interrupted by a brief knock on the front door. “Hello! Everyone decent?”

“Grandpa!! Uncle Eddie!!” The boys run to the door and into the arms of the two men standing there. Technically it’s your grandpa and uncle, but Great Grandpa and Great Uncle Eddie is just too much.

“Hey boys, guess what?”

Your uncle has an impish glint in his eye…you know this look. You don’t know what he’s holding behind his back, but whatever it is isn’t good. “Uncle Eddie, no.”

“Uncle Eddie, yes,” he declares, presenting what he was holding behind him. “Happy birthday kiddos!”

“What the hell is that?”

You speak at the same time Bucky does, but louder. “No! You are absolutely NOT giving my seven year olds a potato gun!”

“We’re practically eight, Mom!”

“Wait, it’s a what?” Bucky looks both confused and delighted.

Your uncle smirks at the chaos he’s sown. “It’s fun!”

“It’s a weapon of mass destruction!” you shoot back.

Uncle Eddie shoots you an unimpressed look. “You’re being a little dramatic here.”

You march over to your uncle and lift the white plastic barrel of the gun. It still has its old Scooby Doo sticker on the side of it – the one you’d put there as a little girl. “It’s your old gun?? The one you souped up to make it even more powerful?! No. NO. And I’m not being dramatic – it’s works by combustion and the barrel is wider than two inches – it is classified as a weapon of mass destruction.”

“She’s not wrong,” Bucky interjects, sounding slightly impressed that you knew that.

“Aw, come on, peanut, you know we’re safe! You let Bucky teach them gun safety and you’ve let us take them deer hunting for the past two years. You trust us, you already know they’re in good hands!”

“Okay, first of all, the reason Bucky taught them gun safety is because there are guns in the house. They’re inaccessible to the kids, but he did it as a precautionary measure. Second, I am a grown ass woman. I officially outgrew the nickname peanut years ago. Finally –“

“No,” your grandpa interrupts gently, “You were my first grandbaby. You’ll always be my peanut.”

“I – okay, fine. But finally, your gun safety isn’t in question, the potato gun is. It doesn’t even have a safety!”

Uncle Eddie grins as he pulls the can of Aqua Net out of its chamber. “There, satisfied?”

You fold your arms and glare at your uncle.

“Please, Mom? Pleeeeeeeease?” Twin sets of beseeching eyes turn your way. “Just until the party?”

You can feel Bucky’s stare boring into the side of your head. He’d never contradict you in front of the boys – the two of you always back each other’s plays, and if ever there’s an issue it’s discussed later – but you can practically hear his curiosity begging for permission.

It’s pretty clear you’re outnumbered. And, truth be told, it’s practically a right of passage in your family. There was a time when it was you and your uncle begging your mom…

“Fine,” you relent, “but it needs to disappear before any of the kids get here for the party.”

Five beaming smiles are your reward as your boys, grandpa, and uncle race to the back door to get to the back yard.

“You know they’re gonna be fine, right?” Bucky holds in his excitement to pull you into a reassuring embrace; even now, your well-being is his priority. “Your family is really good about firearm safety, even by my standards.”

“You do realize that I just agreed to let my uncle – who drove through town last Saturday night with his bare ass smushed against the back window of his car while my aunt drove – take our boys out back to fire a homemade device that has enough power to shoot a potato over 200 yards?”

Bucky grasps you by the shoulders as he pulls back, eyes wide. “When you put it that way…”

All you can do is nod when you see his curiosity overtaken by common sense.

“I’m gonna go…supervise…” He doesn’t even have the sentence fully out before he’s speeding toward the door.

“They’re gonna be fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine,” you mutter to yourself as you return to the cupcakes.

* * *

It’s about a quarter past one, and the cupcakes are finally done. The boys’ friends will probably start arriving within the next 40 minutes or so, so you take the platter of cupcakes and the boys’ small cake for the candles and head out to the back yard to set up the cake table.

When you step into the afternoon sunlight, the sounds of giggles and shrieks meet your ears. They’ve been busy – all of the folding tables that had been placed are now decorated for the party. The potato gun is sitting on top of one of the tables, abandoned for a game of chicken. Jimmy is on Uncle Eddie’s shoulders, and Artie is on Bucky’s as they race around the yard.

As you lay out the cakes, everyone comes over to see what you’ve done, including the squirrel that lives in the tree providing the shade.

“Mom, those are so cool!” Jimmy’s practically jumping up and down.

Artie wraps his arms around your waist, “You’re the best momma ever,” he whispers, and your heart promptly melts.

Unbeknownst to any of you, the squirrel had shifted to get a better look at the brightly colored confections, not catching anyone’s attention until it let out a loud squeak as it fell out of the tree. This wouldn’t have been exactly catastrophic except that it landed just right on the potato gun, somehow managing to fire a potato straight into Bucky’s crotch from 20 feet away.

The former assassin drops to the ground like a sack of apples. His mouth opens in a silent scream as the blood drains from his face and he curls into the fetal position.

“Bucky, are you okay? Bucky?” You rush to kneel next to him, trying to offer whatever comfort you can. You’re reasonably sure that this can’t kill him, but that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt.

“Oh my God, I think this is the end of the line for me,” he groans, trying unsuccessfully to roll to his knees. “I can see flashing lights.” He gives up his efforts to move and curls into a ball in the grass. “This isn’t how I thought I would go.”

“Buck, you’re going to be okay.” Recognizing by his tone and actions that he isn’t in any actual danger, you have to swallow back the laughter that’s suddenly threatening to bubble out of you.

“No, I’m not. I really think I’m dying, and if I’m dying, let me eat cake.”

Yep, he’s fine. In pain, but fine. “You’re not dying.”

“Let me eat cake anyway.” He grins up at you with watery eyes.

You sit back on your heels, unable to fully hide your relief as you mutter, “You’re a shameless little shit.”

The boys approach slowly. “Dad?” There’s a hint of fear in their voices, and this is enough for Bucky to pull himself together.

“I’m okay,” he whimpers as you help him sit up. “I’m okay.”

They both kneel in front of him. “Are you sure?” Jimmy whispers.

Bucky nods while grimacing. “It’s just your standard potato to the balls, not much worse than Auntie Nat’s cheap shot in a fight. I’ll be fine, just gotta walk it off. Now help me up.”

As the boys help their dad, your eyes turn to your uncle, who is trying unsuccessfully to hide behind your grandpa. “Seriously? You forgot to pull out the hairspray and the potato?”

Uncle Eddie stares at you in mild terror. “I’m, uh, I should probably take that thing and leave because you have guests coming soon. See you next weekend, guys!” You’ve never seen your uncle walk so fast in your entire life.

You turn to your grandpa, and he starts chuckling. The laugh you’d managed to hold back earlier comes out in a snort, and the boys, understanding now exactly what happened, begin giggling uncontrollably.

“I can’t believe I still don’t get cake.” The disappointment in his hoarse voice is crystal clear. Shaking your head and completely unsuccessful at stopping your laughter, you pull his arm over your shoulders and help him limp back to the house. When you pass the fridge, you pause to grab a bag of frozen peas for him to ice his tender junk.

* * *

Later that night, after the party is done and the boys are all tucked in, you do what you can to make up for Bucky’s ordeal. He’ll be fully healed by tomorrow – the bruises are already beginning to fade – but you still feel bad for him.

Giggling to yourself as you put on the final touches, you listen carefully for any sign of your husband. Not that it really matters – if he doesn’t want to be heard, he’s as silent as night. Satisfied that he’s still upstairs in your bedroom either reading or writing in his journal, you snap the lid onto the dish, grab a fork, and make your way to him.

When you enter your bedroom, you realize why you were able to get away with preparing your little surprise. He’s outside on the balcony with the doors closed.

Bucky turns his blue eyes your way when you join him, smiling softly as he reaches for you before noticing the thing in your hand. Immediately recognizing the cake carrier, his eyes grow wide with delight. “Is that for me?”

You smile as you gently place the dish in his lap. “Mmm hmm.”

He removes the cover and bursts out laughing at what he finds.

A chocolate cake, decorated with an abundance of flowers and frosting at least an inch thick all the way around, with a message that leaves no room for misunderstanding as to whom this cake is for.

“Here’s your damn cake, you little shit.”

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