#dick has the weight of the world on his shoulders bc he's put himself in the position to hold up this entire team and save the world

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

wait while I'm already kind of comparing Bart to Dick — they're both always playing a role. Bart literally makes a comment about getting into character before he goes to the past, and we all know the Dick Grayson way of performing normalcy/okayness because it's what's expected of him, what he's always done. and more than that, Dick is hiding so much in Invasion, keeping layers and layers of secrets far above the baseline secrecy of his and the other Bats' identities — and then Bart, whose entire demeanor is an act to convince people to trust him, to convince them he's just a silly guy from the future and not a traumatized, borderline-desperate kid on a mission, comes in and lays him out flat, verbally speaking. one of the first things Bart does is telling Nightwing I know you I know who you are behind that mask and how you were trained and I know how you work. and the scene is played for comedy, like Bart doesn't know exactly what just did, but considering how tightly he plays the rest of his role all season, even after his real purpose in the past is general knowledge amongst the Team, I'd be surprised if him revealing two of the Bats' identities WASN'T a calculated move — because much like Dick, Bart is constantly performing his own age. considering the world he comes from, he's never had a normal childhood but is constantly acting like a regular, boisterous teen once he's with the YJ Team. it's a definite front, at first, trying not to let on too much about himself or why he's there, but one that falls apart over time the more he's ALLOWED to just act his own age, the more time he spends in relative safety (and isn't it heartbreaking that the life the Team lives is so safe compared to where and when Bart comes from?). Bart and Dick are both always putting on an act, and to some degree, they can both see through the other because of that. which probably affects far more than we actually see onscreen — because Dick is an authority figure whose default setting is "no one can know the true me" (both as Nightwing, hero and co-leader of Young Justice, and as Dick Grayson, pseudo-big brother and son) and here's someone who DOES know the true him, possibly in more ways than just one. and Bart is arguably the key to stopping the Reach invasion, and he's juggling his mission, his fears, and holding up a mask to prove he's normal and okay and confident, but Dick has BEEN there — IS there — and he sees straight through that. he gets it, and that shows.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Cautious

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: I decided to do a lil something with dad to be/husband!Harry and Y/n bc they're cute, sweet, and spicy...this one is also a little bit funny too. there's also a tiny hint of subby wife!Y/n in here too...Enjoy🙃

Harry refused to give you sex. Anytime you asked him for his cock, he always said no, citing that “he didn’t want to harm the baby”. When you first found out that you were pregnant, your hormones and Harry’s sex drive were through the roof. You two were not only having sex everyday, that was normal for you two; you and Harry were going at it like three sometimes four times a day now that you were carrying. You guys’ sex life had managed to skyrocket to an even higher level than it was on before the pregnancy. Harry was amazed at how your body was changing and growing with his child (he has a bit of a breeding kink) and you had a heightened sensitivity in your breasts and between your legs which made you even more needy for him. This constant sex routine so to speak, continued on for a good while too. That is, until the two of you paid a visit to your doctor for your week 20 ultrasound. That was the day everything changed; and by everything, you meant you guys’ sex life. From the moment Harry saw the developed baby and all of her prominent features, Harry went into lockdown mode. He was already extremely helpful and careful with you ever since the beginning of this pregnancy journey and even more so when he found out that you guys were having a baby girl. But now that he could actually see his little girl and not just a little dot on the screen, along with feeling her moving around in your belly, he was on a mission to do everything that was in you and your daughters best interests. Even if that meant limited or no sex.

Now you could understand taking the rough part out of the equation, but sex overall?! That was absolutely not okay for you. Yes he was being the sweetest husband and dad to be in the world, and yes you loved him immensely for that. But you were horny! In fact, him taking all of those measures to keep you and your daughter safe was a big turn on. It’s not like you were demanding for him to pound you into next month. You’d find great enjoyment in that of course, but like Harry, you wouldn’t want to put the baby at risk. All you wanted was for him to be inside of you. You even offered to put some anal action onto play from time to time. Sure he gave you his fingers and mouth, and yes they were magnificent and got the job done, but his cock just hit different. You didn’t even want to use the dildo he got for you that was a nearly exact replica to his cock. But it’s not like you could really use it anyways since you couldn’t see over your mountain of a belly. Which speaking of your mountain of a belly, you were so desperate for his cock that you even bookmarked articles online that listed the different sex positions that could accommodate your bump. 

Now your neediness for Harry’s cock was also translated into tears. Along with your horny hormones being heightened, you also had emotional hormones that were a bit out of wack too. Since you weren’t getting his cock frequently, you started to think that he wasn’t attracted to you any more. But luckily for you, Harry nipped that right in the bud. When you told him how you felt, he spent the entire night pretty much worshiping your body. He gave you everything you’d been craving for in the weeks prior. He used his mouth, fingers, and cock in the most mind-blowing ways and pleasured you for as long as you needed. And in the process of making you feel good, he still made sure that you and the baby were okay. He was able to be the adorable worry wart he is and be pleasured at the same time, and you were able to be pleasured the way you so desperately needed.

 It was absolutely amazing; and about a month ago.

You were now one week away from your 8 month mark and you were still horny. After that amazing night together, Harry went from softly dicking you down to sex lockdown. His fingers and mouth were in heavy and really the only things in rotation, and you were dying to have his cock inside of you. It’s also notable to point out that this was the first time in you guys’ relationship that Harry tried to not have sex with you. Which meant that this entire situation was uncharted territory and you were extremely ready to get back to what you were familiar with. And that would be regular sex. And you were planning on getting it by any means necessary. Even if it meant that you would be the one on your knees. 

See, you’d been trailing behind Harry all day long. After he used his mouth on you first thing this morning, you were in need for more. Even though you were thinking it, you didn’t want to just come out and say “I want sex!”. You didn’t want to ignite one of you guys’ frequent and very trivial tit for tat battles, so you just followed him around and kept as close as possible. You even pulled up a chair and cuddled up next to him as he had a zoom meeting with his team. Even though he was kind of the reason why you had as a serious ache between your thighs, you weren’t going anywhere. You continued to sit there with him for the entire duration of his meeting, keeping yourself busy on your phone until you were able to have his full attention. And once you did, you pounced; you were going to get rid of that ache. As soon as he hung up, you lifted your head up from his shoulder and you carefully slide yourself down onto the floor before moving between your legs.

“Y/n, get up off the floor!” He exclaims concernedly, leaning himself forward to help get you up from the floor. 

“No! I want your cock.” You whine, bringing your hands up to tug at the waistband of his sweats. “This is the only way I can get it since you can’t seem to understand that the baby will be perfectly fine if we have sex.” You continue on, tugging at his waistband a bit harder for him to finally lift his hips so that you can pull them down. Once he does, you’re quick to tug them down to his ankles before pulling them off and tossing them to the side. You push his legs apart and you immediately reach out to wrap your hand around his soft and hardening cock. “Just wanna make us feel good.” You explain softly, keeping your eyes locked with his as you bring your mouth in and down onto his cock. 

“Oh my- Y/n!” Harry groans, feeling your warm mouth glide down onto him. Harry hadn’t seen you on your knees let alone with his cock in your mouth in a really good while. It’s almost as if he forgot about how good it feels to simply rest on your tongue and inside of your warm mouth. After you take a good amount of him inside your mouth, you just hold him there. You suck on his hardening and girthy shaft a bit but you just hold him on your tongue. Simply having the weight of his cock was already working for you. Once you’ve just head him there for a little longer while squeezing at his thighs, you pull you mouth up from his shaft and you immediately replace your mouth with your hand. You begin tugging at his glistening shaft, keeping your eyes on his cock.  As you do this, all you can hear is little moans falling from Harry’s mouth above you. Even though he didn’t want you on your knees at all, he couldn’t deny the fact that your mouth and hands worked wonders.

“So big.” You admire through a whisper, as you push your hand down his shaft one final time before bringing your mouth back onto him. As you do though, you can’t stop yourself from rubbing up against one of his legs. Your clit was tingling and on fire and you needed to quickly rub it out. But once you pushed yourself against him and realized how good it felt, you couldn’t stop. As you pushed your mouth back and forth on his shaft and took him all the way to the back of your throat at times, you managed to simultaneously rub your center against his leg through your leggings. You weren’t able to get much of a rhythm to your movements but you could care less since it felt so good. While you were contently and very happily taking care of yourself and Harry’s cock, Harry was in absolute heaven above you. He had a hand on the back of your head and his own head was tightly tilted back against the top of the chair. Even though he had no problem forgoing his pleasure at times to ensure that you and the baby were okay, it was still nice to have you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. He hadn’t seen that sight in a good while and he was looking forward to a time where he could see it more often. What was even better than you having your mouth on him was the fact that you were practically humping his leg and trying to get yourself off in the process. And not only could he hear your muffled whimpers and moans, Harry could also feel them. As you continued to suck and gag on him, he could feel the vibrations from your moans on his cock.

“Feelin’ good down there baby?” Harry moans through a string of pants, feeling your movements against his leg and cock become more feverish. To reply, you pull your mouth up from his shaft and you rest your head on one of his thighs as you continue to more for hand and yourself against him.

“So good.” You moan dreamily, feeling yourself get closer to a release.

“Look so pretty too.” He begins, bringing his hand that was on the back of your head to your cheek. “Love seein’ my pretty and pregnant little wife on her knees f’me.” He moans as he watches you play with the head of him and lick at his shaft while continuing your movements against his leg. “Even prettier when she’s using me to get herself off. Is that pretty little pussy of yours feeling good sweetheart?” He asks softly through his continued moans, as he begins to feel the damp spot that bled right through your panties and leggings against his leg.

“Feels so good.” You whimper before bringing your mouth to the swollen head of his cock to suckle on him. Your tongue was swirling all around the sensitive edge of his swollen head and you even pushed the tip of your tongue against his slit, causing him to practically melt into his seat.

“Wanna cum with me sweetheart?” He asks shakily through a string of strained moans as he feels his own release speeding towards him.

“Mhm!” You mumble, keeping your mouth on him. To push him right into his release, you use your free hand thats resting on his thigh down between his legs to squeeze his warm and full balls in you hand. 

“Fuck! Cum with me baby!” He shouts, feeling himself falling right into his release. And as he does, so do you. You keep yourself pressed tightly against his leg as you let go. The grip you had on him with your mouth gets tighter as the wave of your release washes over you. You could feel yourself just melting away as you came. Harry could feel your juices coating his skin as he came right in your mouth. It felt so good to just let go with each other and ride out the blissful waves of your releases.

Once you’re all done swallowing every drop of his cum, you pull your mouth off of Harry’s cock and you move back off of his leg before reaching over to grab his pants and help him put them on. But he quickly brings your actions to an immediate halt. 

“You don’t have to help me with that sweetheart, let’s just get you back up and comfortable.” He directs, taking the pants from your hands and sitting them on the desk before helping you get up from the floor below him. Once you’re up, he guides you back to the seat you were once sitting in before swiftly putting his pants back on. 

“Feelin’ better lovie?” He asks sweetly, leaning over to plant a kiss to one of your chubby cheeks. Before you could even think about it, you just blurt out how you were actually feeling.

“M’feeling good al all, it’s just that we’re getting real close to the due date and I want to get as much of you and your cock in as possible because once I have the baby I’ll be all stitched up and healing, during and after that we’ll be tired from taking care of a newborn, and I don’t know how I’m gonna feel and stuff afterwards so I really want you as much as possible. So stop being overprotective and let me have your cock!” You bluntly and quickly explain, feeling a little pool of tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“Don’t cry baby!” He coos softly to you, pulling up from your seat and into his lap. “M’sorry for not taking better care of you and being so over protective. Just don’t want anything to happen to you or bubs.” He explains, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

“You do an amazing job at taking care of me and I love you so much for that. But we’ll be fine. And if bubs isn’t for it, she’ll just kick me like she always does.” You reassure him with a little smile spread across your face.

“I guess you’re right.” He chuckles, bringing his hand down to your swollen stomach. 

“I know.” You sigh happily, nuzzling your head down into his shoulder. “Now I think that we can agree on cockwarmimg every night, even when we have little naps during the day.” You propose.

“I can do that and anything else you want doll.” Harry readily agrees, more than happy to give you what you wanted.

“Good! Now can we go upstairs and take a nap, I’m a little tired? Being on my knees and getting up wore me out.”

“Anything for you my princess.” He chuckles.

In these next couple of weeks, Harry was going to make sure you got everything you needed…but obviously with caution of course because it was still Harry you were talking about here. 

Masterlist

[delusionland]

i really do think it only makes sense for bruce wayne to start at batman at like, 30 years old afkdlsjfksjdflkj like he canonically has 70 phds and had a period of traveling around the world so it just makes sense for bruce to like! be so prepared bc he spent 12+ years preparing for this eventuality. even 30 is pushing it tbh but it makes sense for like batman: year one bruce to be 30 like thats just fair and valid.

a batman in his 20s just doesn’t hit right. batman needs to come out nearly or basically fully formed and realized. sure there are alterations to the formula after he puts on the cape and the mask for real---but like. everybody knows batman has prepared for every eventuality and like. tbh a 22 year old fresh out of their bachelors program is LITCHERALLY not even prepared to own their own home. bruce DOES own his own home at that point but he literally leaves all the care and operation of it to alfred---and alfred needs every year of bruce’s childhood and preperation to become as good at being batman’s wingman as he is, as i have alfred significantly younger than canon so he doesn’t die of old age---though there’s a large weight off his shoulders when dick rolls around, as dick can pick up the emotional slack that alfred never could bc he wasn’t out there with him every night even tho he was enabling him to do so

alfred basically had to lowkey become a surgeon. of course there was also leslie---but alfred felt the need to learn himself how to fix up his son. as much as he trusts and loves leslie---there was no way he could possibly trust anyone else to keep bruce’s heart beating and keep the bullets out of his chest u know?

[kimnjss]

[ waking up hard ] requested.

@jaiuneamesolitaiire​: (bc iM still not over sleep humping Tae). he wakes up with a hard on.

warnings: dry humping, (slight) somnophilia, cum in pants, suggested penetrative sex, heavy petting, (slight) exhibitionism, mentions of drunk sex; angry sex, some stuff happens in a car.

A/N: requests for reactions are now open and without commissions. if you want to send a reaction request in, simply send me an ask!

NAMJOON

It has been weeks since you've properly seen your boyfriend. What with the comeback just around the corner, it really called for long hours at the studio or days spent in the practice room. He was always coming home beat, too tired to hold a conversation let alone have sex. Simply sliding into bed behind you, mumbling a goodnight before drifting off into sleep only to wake up early the next morning to repeat the routine again.

You missed him, of course, but you knew that this was what you signed up for when deciding to be the girlfriend of the leader of the World's biggest boy band. And you knew that he loved what he did, so who were you to stand in the way. It was just going to take some getting used to waking up in an empty bed, having breakfast alone.

This morning was a little different, though. Like normal, the sun shined through your flimsy shades, brushing against your face and filling your bedroom with warmth. You moved to stretch, preparing yourself to fix yourself some coffee, body stilling from the strong hold around your waist. All at once taking in the light breaths tickling the back of your neck.

Was today his day off or had he slept in late? You couldn't bring yourself to figure out the answer, quickly becoming overwhelmed with happiness. He was here and he was with you and holding you and snoring, getting the rest that he deserved. Who were you to ruin that by reminding him of the schedule he could be missing.

No matter the trouble he could get in, he needed to rest. He was perfectly fine here holding you close, leg over your thigh and hands on your stomach and hard dick pressed against your ass... wait. You tried to be subtle with the shift of your hips, only wanting to ensure that what you were feeling was actually what it was.

The sound of the groan that fell from his lips, followed by the upward thrust of his hips were answer enough. Murmurs words fell from his lips and you couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming of... you, maybe?

It had been so long since he touched you last, since you felt the delicious stretch of having him deep inside of you. So naturally, you did what any sexually frustrated girlfriend of a pop star would do and pushed back. Slowly wiggling against him until his covered cock was wedged right against the crack of your ass.

Joon was quickly shifting behind you, arms tightening around your waist as a whisper of a moan fell from his lips. He was blinking awake behind you, pressing himself harder against you. “What time is it?” His words came out groggy and whimpered, but your attention was so far from what he was saying, no your main focus was the stiffness between his legs.

With a shrug you were turning in his arms, hand finding the curve of his neck, taking in his sleepy eyes before capturing his soft lips into a loving kiss. “I'm sure you have enough time to rest a bit,” Words mumbled against his mouth, hands traveling from his neck down the front of his shirt. “Or something more,” Teeth biting into your lower lip as you looked up at him, hands reaching down to toy with the elastic of his shorts.

Namjoon grinned down at you, eyebrow arching as he leaned down to press his lips against yours fully. “Hm, you're right. I think I could make some time for that,” He spoke on a chuckle, hands inching up the front of your tank, as he moved his body closer. 

JIN

He was always good about waiting for you when you were working late. Oftentimes falling asleep on Yoongi's couch while he waited for the two of you to be finished in the studio. No matter how often you told him it was fine, that he didn't need to hang around every night during this collab, he didn't mind it. Liked watching you work and liked seeing the look of satisfaction on your face after every session.

Tonight was no different. Yoongi sat in front of his laptop, putting the working adlib vocals into the track while you stood in the studio booth, headphones over your ear while you recorded whatever notes you thought would fit. Jin fast asleep on the couch, laid on his back, his arm over his stomach as quiet snores fell from his lips.

“Let's add some whoas for echo,” Yoongi's voice broke through the speakers and you were instantly nodding, vocalizing the tune in different ways, watching the look on Yoongi's face shift as he listened.

Yoongi was such a serious worker which was why you tried so hard to make sure you were doing a good job. Never arguing, trusting his artistic vision. You learned a lot from working with him and hoped that you could be as talented as he was soon.

He was nodding when he was satisfied, hand lifting to stop you. “I think that should be good for tonight. Thanks, Yn.” Reaching up, you pulled the headphones from your ears just as Yoongi was lifting himself from where he sat.

A small grin spread across his lips as he glanced down at you. “Why don't you get him tucked into a real bed, I'll see you tomorrow.” He was gesturing to your boyfriend with a laugh, a sound that you echoed.

“He's so nice, always waiting.” You commented. “He really likes you,” Yoongi grinned, reaching his hand to ruffle your hair, pulling a grin onto your lips. He was turning to lift his laptop from the desk, making his way to the door. “You did great today, we're almost done,” One last compliment before he was making his way out of the room.

With bounced steps you were heading over to Jin's sleeping body, a single leg slinging around his waist until you were perched up on his lap; straddling him. Palms finding his covered chest, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

A gesture that was intended to be innocent, a cute way to wake up your ever so dotting boyfriend, until you felt it. Twitching to life against your thigh as his nose scrunched from the feeling of your lips. Was he hard? This whole time? Or since you got on his lap?

Something entirely different, something more sultry fueled your motions as you leaned back down, lips finding the length of his neck. Open mouthed kisses pressed against his skin as you began to rock your hips against his, whimpered moans dying against his skin as you shifted to feel him better.

“Oh fuck,” You hissed, feeling him brush against your clit. The unintentionally loud words hitting his ears and making him stir. With heavy blinks, Jin's vision was quickly focusing on the bouncing girl on top of him. Your eyes screwed shut, lips biting into your lower lip as you rolled your hips.

His large hand landed on your hips, forcing your eyes to snap open as your movements stilled. “Don't stop on my accord,” He mumbled with a grin, lifting himself up into a seated position, mouth finding where your jaw met your neck.

Too stunned to speak, arousal buzzing through your veins, nothing on your mind but your nearing release. Jin picked up on that, all too aware with the way you got when you were turned on. “Keep going, I want to watch you make yourself cum,” His words hushed, cheeks tinting from the sound of them.

You were grinning, hands finding his shoulders as you began to move against him again, breathy moans slipping past your lips as he lifted his hips to meet yours.

YOONGI

Like most nights, Yoongi had fallen asleep with his head on your chest. A leg between yours and fingers hanging loosely off the hem of your shirt. You laid on your back, hand in his hair as your chest rose and fell. It was his favorite position to fall asleep in, part of you were convinced it had everything to do with his slight obsession with your breasts, but with how cute he looked asleep like this, you couldn't bring yourself to argue.

Not like your argument would hold much ground when it came to him. Whatever Yoongi wanted, he got and he made sure to make it well known around your small circle of friends or the millions of fans that were constantly screaming his name. You fell into both categories which made it that much harder to say no to him.

Sleeping like this, though, was more comfortable than you thought it would be. You quickly found yourself yearning for the weight of his head on your chest and an unbearable emptiness rising when he was not here to snuggle you. You just slept better this way.

So your annoyance was understood when you were being pulled from your peaceful slumber by a pair of wandering hands. At first, you were sure that it was all in your head, your sleepy mind playing tricks on you as you were being pulled from your slumber.

But there were things that your mind never seemed to get right and the exact feeling of Yoongi's cock was one of them. Pressed firmly against your thigh as hand slid underneath your shirt, inching higher and higher until he was able to grasp your bare breasts. Arousal pooled between your legs from the sound that left his lips, the breathy groan that had you squeezing your thighs together.

Quick to snap your eyes shut as his head lifted to check if you were awake, his face twisting with confusion but it quickly being forgotten as he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Skilled fingers tugging and pinching at your hardening nipple as he began to buck his hips, rubbing his hard cock against the outside of your thigh.

“I know you're awake,” He spoke in that morning voice that always seemed to turn you to putty, but because you were such a committed actress you kept your eyes screwed shut, curious to see how far he'd go without interruption. “Not saying anything?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Yoongi was ripping his hand from your chest, the action shocking you but not enough to stir you; you knew him well enough to know what he was up to. The same smirk still playing on his lips, he reached his hand between your legs, easily wiggling his fingers under the lace of your panties.

“You're so wet,” He whined out, pushing his hips forward to create some friction for his pulsing cock. Fingers completely bypassing your wanting clit to stroke your damp folds, teasing your entrance but careful not to push his fingers inside. Without thought, you were spreading your legs for him, silently begging that he gave you more than he was willing.

“Want something?” He taunted, fingers sliding up to find your clit. He was moving his hips as he would while fucking you, groaning at the friction and creating small quick circles against the sensitive bud.

Your back was automatically arching, hips rounding forward as you tried to feel more of him. “Yoongi, please.” Eyes sliding open just in time to see the smirk on his lips grow into a smile.

All at once he was pulling his fingers from inside of you, hands working to push sweats from his hips. “I have thirty minutes before Hoseok starts collecting for practice,” He grinned, reaching for your waist to lift your body onto his. “And I would really like to watch you fuck yourself on my cock,” 

HOSEOK

It wasn't the first time Namjoon was calling you to come collect your drunk boyfriend, although you wish it were. Hoseok was a lot of things, talented, artistic, comforting... but someone that could hold their liquor was not one of them.

He wasn't one of those wild drunks that went out and vandalized shit or cheated or anything like that, more of an emotional drunk that would loudly express his love for the people around him before passing out on someone's couch.

Most nights, it would be cool for him to spend the night, sleep it off and head home in the morning. But ever since Joon got a new girl in the house, you found yourself making the thirty minute drive more often than not to come collect the love of your life because his best friend wanted the house empty for him and the love of his life.

An annoying desire on Joon's part, never understood why the drinking couldn't just happen at your place since everyone knew how Hoseok got after a few beers. It would just save you the drive. And having to see Namjoon who never seemed to warm up to you no matter how much Hoseok promised he would.

Met with the signature bored expression and eye roll as he pulled the door open, Namjoon waved you inside. “He's on the couch. You need to be quiet, Hua is already asleep,” He pinned you with that disciplinary glare he was always pulling on the guys. As if you cared about that witch's sleeping habits.

Of course, she never gave you a reason to believe that she was a witch, but someone that would willingly date Kim Namjoon? Yeah, they couldn't be that great in character.

Joon led you all the way to the living room where Hoseok laid sprawled out on the couch, shirt riding up to reveal his well worked on abs and hair sticking up in all directions. “I'm going to bed, make sure to lock the door when you leave,” Nodding, halfheartedly, you waited until Namjoon was making his way up the steps before making your way toward your boyfriend.

“Wake up,” You mumbled, crouching to poke your finger into his side. “Wake up, baby. Time to go,” A second attempt with a harder poke when he didn't as much as stir on the first go around.

A grumbled response fell from his lips, body shifting before he was settling himself again. “Hoseok,” You tried, louder this time, shaking at his shoulder. Slowly, his eyes began to blink open, a sleepy smile taking over his features.

“I'm dreaming of my pretty girlfriend,” He announced to no one in particular, lazy hand lifting to brush his fingers against your cheek. From the dazed look in his eyes, you could pretty easily piece together that he was still drunk. It didn't matter, he could sleep it off in the car.

“You're not dreaming, baby. Let's go home where you can sleep comfortably,” You tried again when his eyes began to shut, hand reaching to push at his hip. You were not expecting to have your small hand grasped in his large on, him lifting it to his lips to press soft kisses against your knuckles. “I'm hard,”

Loud laughs left his lips at the end of his words, his eyes opening to take in your expression that was quickly shifting into one of intrigue. “You want to do it?” He followed your silence. “Right here, on Namjoon's couch,” That dopey grin of his was growing, lips wrapping around your finger leaving a wet kiss against it.

If anyone understood the distaste you had for Namjoon it would be Hoseok, easily picked up on the way you did things just to spite him. Having sex on his couch? Would definitely fall in that category. But at the same time you weren't completely insane.

“What if he comes down?” You uselessly wondered, already lifting yourself from your crouched position in front of him, maneuvering his body until you were able to comfortably sit on his lap. His hard cock instantly meshing against your covered slit.

“So what if he comes down?” He countered with a smirk and that was enough to convince you, get you to push down against him, a hushed moan falling from your lips from the friction. You could feel Hoseok's grin on your lips as he reached his hands up to grasp your ass, fingers gripping the waistband of your leggings and slowly pulling them down.

JIMIN

Jimin always made you feel loved. Heard. Seen. Special. He knew you through and through and he loved you with every fiber of his being, there was never any confusion with where you stood with him.

Which was why you were riddled with surprise when visiting him today. He knew that you were coming and even if he hadn't, you'd never guess he'd act the way that he was acting right now. Openly flirting with the pretty blonde that was supposed to stand cameo in Yoongi's music video. The same pretty blonde that spent more time with him that you could ever imagine, what with the fact that she was their stylist.

Now let there be no question, you trusted Jimin with your life. He never once gave you a reason not to, it was just that he was standing a little too close for comfort, laughing a little too hard at something that couldn't be that funny, allowing too many suggestive strokes of the shoulder to go unchecked.

Your disgust must've been written all over your features, Jin moving to stand beside you with a plastic coffee cup in hand. He handed the chilled drink over to you, a small smile spreading across his features.

“Why don't you just tell him to knock it off?” If his best friend with no romantic tie to him whatsoever was noticing the blatant flirting, there was no way all of this was just in your head, right?

He was flirting. Right in front of your face. Didn't even bother to check if you came to say hi, because he was too busy talking up this leggy bitch. And what was he even doing here? It wasn't like he was a part of the shoot? Just came to say hi and decided that a simple word took hours to deliver.

So you charged over, gave him a piece of your mind in front of everybody, despite the tint in his cheeks at the fact that he had just been caught you let him have it. He deserved it for acting the way that he had.

Now, you knew Jimin would never cheat on you... it just wasn't in his DNA, but that didn't mean you'd readily excuse flirting, allowing this hussy to think she even had the chance to steal him away. What did he think this was?

Jimin was rushing behind you after the dramatic way you splashed your iced drink in his face, effectively ruining his white t-shirt. You ignored his attempts to explain while entering the car, ignored his apologies the entire way home, ignored his promise that you were the only girl he had eyes on.

Banished him to the couch when he tried to climb into bed beside you. No way would you share a bed with the likes of him. You needed a moment to cool down, get your feelings in order before you were ready to wrap yourself in him again.

But that was hours ago. Now after 2AM and your king sized bed was feeling a little too roomy. You missed the rumble against your back as deep breaths let his lips while he slept, the strength of his arms around your waist. Wide awake with half the mind to go downstairs and propose sharing the couch.

Your pride was too strong for that, so you just laid there, staring at the ceiling as the minutes ticked by. Thinking, wondering if you had overreacted back there. If the drink in the face was a bit too much, no matter how much you wanted to do it since seeing it so often on TV.

Almost positive you had thought yourself into delusion with the sound of your bedroom door opening. The quiet, “Baby?” filling the room in your boyfriend's voice easing your worries. Jimin took careful steps toward the bed, “Are you awake?”

Nodding, you turned your head to the side to see him. He was quick to start up his apologies against, regret written all over his features. A soft smile was quickly spreading over your face, head shaking as you waved him over.

“It's fine, I'm not even upset anymore.” Jimin was quick rushing toward the bed, quickly sliding beside you. His arms wrapping around your hips as he planted soft kisses against the side of your face. “You know I love you so much, right?”

“I know,” Your head moved at his words, accepting the warm kisses with a large smile. He was quick with maneuvering his body onto yours, shifting your legs to either side of his hips as he pushed forward, covered crotch pressed against your panties.

“And you know you're so sexy when you're upset,” He pushed forward again, hardened cock somehow bumping against your clit perfectly. A soft moan fell from your lips, one that he was quickly swallowing with his own. “You want to?” His hips were moving against yours slowly, hands mapping out the sides of your body.

A quiet giggle was leaving your lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you nodded, reaching down to the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling the fabric from his body.

TAEHYUNG

Apparently, dating Taehyung meant more than just having him as your boyfriend. He was something of a package deal and that package included going on impromptu road trips with his friends and not offering up a single complaint.

Now you loved road trips as much as the next man living out of his car, but you had your heart on spending this weekend alone with Tae, at your home, where pants were optional. Not squished in a too small car, sat on his lap with his arm as a makeshift seat belt. That couldn't be safe.

You kept a brave face, though. Smiled brightly each time if he asked if you were good, not wanting to let on this was at the bottom of your list of ways to spend the very little time you two had together

Taehyung loved his friends and he loved you, so in turned he'd love it if you got along with his friends. Which you did, for the most part. They weren't your best friends in the world or even your first pick, but you could definitely see why Taehyung liked them so much.

They were cool guys that had a lot of opinions on things that weren't really any of their business, for example your relationship with the second youngest of the group. Oh, if you had a dime for each time Hoseok weighed in on one of your disagreements, the amount of times you rolled your eyes when Jimin expressed how he'd handle a situation.

But this weekend wasn't about you, it was about Taehyung and making him happy. So you were going to endure all the annoyance, suppress all the eye rolls until Sunday night where you two were finally alone again.

Fast asleep with his head resting on your back, fingers clasped together as he held you close to him. Jungkook had taken the spot beside him, head leaning against the window as he tried to get some rest too. Namjoon on the other side, headphones pressed in his ear as he typed away on his phone.

Jimin and Hoseok sat in the singular seats placed in the middle. Jimin argued profusely with Yoongi in the front sleep, while Hoseok navigated for Jin who tried to drive through the heavy rain.

Tae shifted underneath you, grip tightening on your waist as his hips rose. A mumbled sentence left his lips as he rolled his hips. Eyes widening at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

See!? This was exactly why the two of you needed to be alone. That way you'd be able to do something in this moment, instead of trying to ignore the growing dampness with each rock of his hips. “Baby...” He mumbled out quiet enough to not be heard over the arguing men.

Taehyung pushed up into you, hands moving to grasp your hips and you began to wonder if he was actually asleep. Although, there was no way a conscious Taehyung would try anything like this with his friends so close. He had to be asleep.

You could feel his breathing shifting with the way his hips sped up, fistfuls of your shirt being grasped under his palm, ensuing a fire at the pit of your belly effectively melting away all restraint.

Subtly, you pushed back against him, teeth cutting into your lip to trap any moans threatening to slip. There was no telling how worked up whatever was going in his mind had gotten him, but all it took was a few rolls of your hips to push him over the edge. A hushed curse fell from his lips as his body tightened, wetness bleeding through his pants and meeting your legging covered bottom.

Fuck. You definitely didn't think that through. Taehyung flinching awake from the sensitivity of your butt still pressed against his sticky cock. “Move, babe.” He groaned, not fully aware of his surroundings yet.

“She can't,” Namjoon spoke evenly, not even bothering to look up from his phone. Your head snapped in his direction with wide eyes, confusion taking over Taehyung's features as he gently shoved you from his lap, only to catch sight of the wet spot on his upper thigh, the thin wet lines that connected your ass to him.

“Oh, uh... shit, fuck.” He stammered, hands reaching for your hips again to pull your body back down onto him.

JUNGKOOK

If anyone deserved twelve hours of sleep it was your hard working boyfriend. With his obsession with perfection, he constantly overworked himself to rework every last thing he did until he was satisfied, or until he was being forced away by a deadline.

You loved that about him, his desire, drive to be the best. Loved to see how focused he got and that small smile that would shine when he got close to the end he was hoping for. That didn't mean he didn't mean you were willing to let him work himself to the bone trying to achieve it.

Which was why you texted his management after he had slept through his first alarm, letting them know that he didn't feel well and would be resting for the day. Of course, they were understanding, wanting their golden boy to get his rest so he would be at his best when they needed him to be.

If only Jungkook understood that the world wouldn't implode if he took a day off. That the next day would be business as usual and he'd more likely reach his goal faster now that his body was all well rested.

How lucky he was to have you in his life.

In the time that he slept, you were able to eat breakfast, shower, shave, wash your hair, go to the store and make lunch. You ate quietly in the kitchen, putting away the ingredients you had left out just in case he woke up while you were eating.

Now you sat beside him in bed, back pressed against the headboard as you flipped through your latest read. Recommended by Namjoon and filled with large words that you constantly found yourself having to look up. But other than that, it was a really good read.

His teammates, friends had taken a real liking to you. Constantly congratulating the boy on the lasting relationship that he had with you. You couldn't help but feel prideful at the praise, knowing that it was hard for you two to get to where you were now. A lot of trust was needed when dating a worldly loved pop star.

That was a learned trait that took a while for you to perfect. Jungkook, though, ever gave you a reason not to trust. Took care of you like no one else, loved you like his life depended on it and you loved him right back, just the same or even more. Wanted to be with him for as long as possible.

Your attention was being pulled from the book at the feeling of the bed dipping. Jungkook laid flat on his back, bare chest raising and falling as quiet snores left his parted lips. He must be waking up, the loud snores that usually left his lips slowly disappearing. Planning to finish this chapter before going down to whip him up something to eat, you turned your attention back to the words on the page.

Three sentences in there was a tug at your wrist, gentle but filled with purpose. You let him drag your palm toward his body, until you were feeling his hardened cock underneath it. Eyes snapping up to his face, only allowed a second to take in his smirk before he was sitting up, leaning to press open mouthed kisses against your shoulder.

“Where's your shirt?” He mumbled, fingers brushing against the clasp of your bra while his hand moved yours against his. “I got chili powder on it, I-,” Words cut off by the way his cock jumped from the flex of your fingers.

“You called the boys, right?” Despite his worry, he still worked on the clasp of your bra, grinning in triumph at the snap, wiggling it out of the way enough so he could grasp your breast. You nodded, full focus now on stroking him through his shorts.

“Such a perfect girlfriend,” Jungkook pulled your body back against his chest, fingers teasing your quickly hardening clit as his hand left yours, sliding down the length of your body between your legs. “How could I ever thank you?”

Tilting your head to look up at him, a smirk spread across your features. Hand slipping down the front of his shorts, closing around his heavy length. You watched the way his eyes fluttered from the way you pumped him, slowly you leaned up to press your lips against his. “I think you could come up with a few ways,” You grinned, while pulling away.

[inexchangeforyoursoul]

Hey... hey @transhawks ​,,, happy afterbirthday :D

(I “finished” something,,, the DabiHawksTwice thing. The one that is spicy. Something that’s positively not for small beans’ eyes, shoo, little ones.) Also it’s one of the v few things I have that are of this nature and the first I’m legit publishing, so sorry if it’s awkward (not a single beta has seen this either asfasfds)

(And to anyone who may not know, this is to go with the art I already have on my blog, but especially the one that I had to put elsewhere bc of the policy lmao: dA tweet) (babies don't click is2g)

Hawks' consciousness phases back bit by bit, blissful oblivion turning into the itch of drying tears in his eyes, the press of warm bodies against his, and the rhythm of their soft panting. The perfect peace after a cascade of wonderful, wonderful feelings, noises and sensations. He could stay like this forever.

"Welcome back, angel," purrs Dabi's gravelly voice next to him; Hawks can feel every vibration underneath him and his fingertips as he lays on top of the man. The golden irises slide into focus and look upwards to meet smoldering blue ones. Another pair of lips brushes against his cheek, tickling his face with the surrounding stubble. He turns to have them press against his in a deep kiss; his holes twitch at the sensation, and even more so at the fingers tugging at his hair. So full… so filled. So whole.

"You are all ours now," the fire user continues as Hawks lays his head back down panting, Twice doing the same on his shoulder while his hand slips back down from the blonde feathery locks to caress both the hero and Dabi's sides. "All mine and Jin's. Nobody else's."

Something blooms in Hawks' chest upon hearing that while Dabi's fingers replace the previous ones and rub into his scalp. Something dangerous, terrifying, awe inspiring, something that cannot be anything else but his heart singing in utter joy.

His sex and anus twitch around the half hard dicks again.

Claimed.

"Really?" Is it really true?

He's been claimed.

Dabi shifts to pull him into a kiss of his own, excessively hot and wet and all kinds of right. Whether he's humming into it in pleasure or as a way of agreement is questionable; perhaps it's the reason why he reiterates upon breaking apart. Twice's arm has slid in meanwhile and is supporting their heads, making sure that they don't lose each other from sight. "Really."

A small, but all the more genuine smile appears on Hawks' exhausted face; this time around, it's his wings that want to flutter, smushed as they are under the comforting weight of Twice. "I'm glad," he squeaks in a small voice, earning him another kiss on the temples as he basks in the sensation warming his chest.

Dabi sighs as the sandwiched bird's hips sway a quiet minute later in an attempt to get him balls deep in again. "Eager for more, aren't you."

"Need you… deeper," Hawks mumbles through a pleased sigh as the blonde behind him accommodates the voiced need to be filled proper and kindly shifts him lower to have Dabi bottom out as well. He could… he can go again.

"Dabi… you ready for round two? I have a couple more in me," Twice says as if reading Hawks’ mind, pulling out halfway only to slam into the hero, making him whimper into the crook of Dabi's neck. Hawks would love to have him fill his heated cunt with his own cum as well, but doesn’t want to waste time with cleaning up, and neither does he want to do something unsanitary. "Need a timeout?"

He’ll also gladly take another load of Twice's up the ass, though. And a clone’s down his throat, if it comes to that.

"As long as you two stop using me as a chaise-longue, I'll be fine," moans Dabi as Hawks pushes himself on shaky elbows (was sex always meant to be so exhilarating?), minding the staples that came loose somewhere down the line, a few of them still bleeding. He can feel stains of fresh rust on him, too.

He sighs a soft “oh dear” and leans back down to kiss and lick the wounds better, relishing the metallic taste he laps up. It satisfies another, entirely different carnal need of his- he can practically feel the invisible shackles inhibiting him snap off by the dozen as his heart starts racing again. Warm, sticky liquid pools around Dabi’s cock inside him as his walls tighten around it once more. The man acknowledges this with a shaky sigh, a tentative hip roll and one of those thigh squeezes that drive Hawks mad for more.

It's then that Twice starts moving to set a slow pace; oh, he’s just so good to him… knows exactly what his body needs. Hawks lifts his ass a little so they can return to the intoxicating rhythm of pounding into the hero in quick turns of never ending pleasure, just like they did a couple minutes ago. The fact that his legs fell asleep in the awkward position and he cannot actually feel them apart from the prickly needles of blood pressing into his veins doesn't bother him in the slightest; the boys can just take the reins if he can't keep up.

He can feel everything that matters, anyway; this includes the piercings of the fire user that are escaping in quick succession until barely more than the head remains.

The eyes of a predator meet a ghastly, pristine sea again. “Your blood is so sweet,” Hawks says with a smile that is way too sharp to be taken lightly. “I could eat you right up,” he clicks away then, impaling himself on the game ready villain with a lewd smack. Just in time for Twice to pull out and ram the monster of a dick he sports back inside, making that pierced wonder escape once more- almost out, but never entirely. The push and pull of bodies, working in wonderful tandem.

“With a look like that in your eyes… I’m certain you would,” grunts Dabi, slamming him down by the thighs himself this time around; it pulls Hawks’ feral grin even wider. “You look as fucking gone as the little freak does when high on blood.”

His initial answer is a trill of a giggle that is stopped by a throaty little moan when Twice hits a sweet spot, bumping him forward into the pyro’s face. "Then you better make sure I can’t move an inch afterwards,” he breathes in an airy voice, then plants a butterfly kiss on Dabi's lips. Not having anything to say, the fire user slams him back down which is much appreciated. Yes, all Hawks wants is this. His brains to be thoroughly fucked out of him. Wants to be bred into an incoherent, twitching mess filled with bodily fluids. Suppose the fact that he is even thinking of such things is proof of them doing a damn good job already. Maybe this round will draw out an even higher note of him as he screams out in orgasm.

The world is already becoming little more than static background noise and he’s beyond excited to find out.

[phobiadeficient]

what if, Sniper is a little on the bottom spectrum and at first he has a hard time knowing what to do to Scout. He's just overwhelmed with feelies which ends up in Scout kinda taking a lead most of the time. Scout gets a bit frustrated bc he thinks Sniper doesnt really enjoy what theyre doing, so Scout puts Snipes on the spot and asks him clearly what's bothering him. Snipes ends up telling him the things he'd fantasized about doing but has held back. Then they both get super confident :>

dude you can’t just roll in here with these galaxy brain takes, the world aint prepared for them yet!! like damn go off

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Scout pulled away from his lips with a wet smack, and when he spoke, his voice was suddenly very much not suited to the mood in the room, tone bright and focused rather than quiet and playful. “Okay, so here’s the thing.”

Sniper frowned at it, prickling immediately. It felt like a dynamic had shifted all at once. And with him lying there with his hands tied to the headboard, bare down to his waist and pinned under Scout’s weight on his thighs, he wasn’t sure he wanted too significant a dynamic shift. “Yeah?” he asked slowly, trying to get a read on Scout.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Scout assured quickly, hands lying on his chest, applying a light and admittedly soothing pressure. “I just wanted to, uh, talk about somethin’ real quick. And you kinda have this thing of tryin’ to avoid conversations like this because it makes you all nervous and stuff and I just sorta figured it would be a lot easier to talk to you when I kinda had you, uh…”

A pause.

“Okay, so the only word I can think of right now is captive but that’s not the right word for it,” Scout said quickly. “Like, what’s the word for when you’ve got someone’s full and total attention? Like they’re totally just listening?”

“Focused?” Sniper tried.

“I guess? More like, uh… centered, maybe. I dunno. But you get what I mean, right?”

Sniper nodded hesitantly.

“Anyways. Uh. What was I sayin’, uh, focused… a conversation, right, okay. So here’s the thing,” Scout started in, shifting a little. “So for the past like, two month, basically since we kinda took the leap, y’know? Into, uh, more than just making out and whatever?”

Sniper nodded again.

“Well, that first time we just kinda jerked each other off since we were here in my place and I didn’t have any stuff to do anything else, then the time after that I had lube and so I rode you. And then I did that again the time after that, and the time after that. And I asked if you wanted to spice things up a little, and then I tied you down like this, and that was great, and then I rode you again. And, I dunno, it’s just…”

“…You’re getting bored?” Sniper tried, carefully.

“No, I’m not bored, I’m just…” An exhale. “I just kinda feel a little bit like you’re… I dunno. I’m worried you’re bored. Or, not bored, more like… not into it. It feels kinda like you’re just goin’ along with what I wanna do, just going through the motions sorta.”

Sniper felt a pang of guilt.

“Like, when we were sitting around and hanging out all the time, I could tell you were into it. When we were making out between matches and whatever, I could tell you were into it. And now we’ve tried doing this, and it feels like you just… not that you don’t like it, more that you don’t… I dunno. It feels like you’re just kinda along for the ride.”

“Not enthusiastic?” Sniper tried.

“Yeah. Exactly.” Scout was playing with his chest hair idly. “I just… is there somethin’ you want me to do that I’m not doin’? It’s… it’s okay if you aren’t… into this. I just want you to tell me, and… to talk to me. What’s up? What’s making you act all weird?”

Sniper considered the question. “I do like you,” he started out with, and that took away some of the storm clouds brewing behind Scout’s eyes. “I do. And I do… want you. I suppose I’m just…” He turned his words over a few times. “I’m not used to this sort of relationship. And I know some of the things I used to put up with, before this one, weren’t all that good for me, and I’m still… sorting out what I liked and what I made myself try and like. And… well, sex was always a centerpoint of those relationships. So I’m figuring out that I’m not as rock-solid as I thought, and I’m not sure how to ask for things that I do want.”

“So… what, should I ask you more? What you want?”

Sniper shrugged what amount he could.

“Well what do you want then?” Scout asked, chuckling, lightly dragging fingernails against Sniper’s sternum, a surprisingly pleasant sensation.

Sniper swallowed hard. He kind of wished he could look away inconspicuously, but Scout took up pretty much his whole field of view. He blinked once or twice instead. “Er,” he tried, hesitated. Sighed a little at himself. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Yeah,” Scout agreed without having to think about it too hard.

An inhale, an exhale. “Could you get down here at least?” he asked, and Scout smiled, leaning in and setting to work kissing over the expanse of Sniper’s neck, made easier when Sniper tilted his head obligingly.

“What’s up?” Scout asked, mouth free for only a moment before he was right back to work.

Sniper swallowed again. Steadied himself. “Want you to fuck me,” he admitted. “Hard.”

A moment of stillness was all the surprise Scout allowed himself to show. “What else?” he asked, voice teasing.

A breath. “I want you to stuff me full of a toy and fuck my mouth,” he admitted.

“What else?” Scout asked, and there was heat in his voice, in the way he carded fingers through Sniper’s hair and tugged. It made Sniper’s pulse thump.

“I want you to flip me over and eat me out and make me beg,” Sniper managed, voice tight with the combination of thrill and arousal.

A shaky breath from Scout, whose enthusiasm had only jumped with every phrase and who finally pulled back enough to kiss him hard on the mouth. “So the gist of it is that you wanna get fucked more?” he asked, a little out of breath as he pulled back again. Sniper nodded. “Hell yes.”

In the span of a moment, Scout had parted Sniper’s thighs and moved to sit between them, shucking him of his boxers with efficiency and only fumbling a little bit when he reached to grab the lube from where he’d put it a bit earlier.

“You wanna stay tied up for this?” Scout asked, eyeing the binding, and Sniper considered it for a moment before he nodded. “Okay. I’ll take it slow and all, we’ve got all night and I kinda—“

“You,” Sniper cut in, face flushing, and Scout stopped talking, looking back up at him from where he was warming the lube on his fingers. “You, er, won’t need to go terribly slow.”

Scout frowned. “What?”

“I…” He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. “Only been a few days is all. Tend to… when I’m sort of, er… taking care of things on my own, it’s… I’m not far out of practice, is what I mean.”

“Hot,” Scout quipped, and Sniper rolled his eyes, fighting down a grin. “Yeah, alright.”

While Sniper was still staring up at the ceiling, the first finger circled, pressed, and finally pushed, and he released a breath somewhere between surprise and relief.

Scout moved slowly at first, but soon enough started working him open with speed and confidence earned through experience. And once he was probably opened up enough to start in, he didn’t let up, instead moving to prod at Sniper’s prostate, pressing and rubbing in almost punishing movements, and all too soon Sniper was gasping, arching, unraveling enough to start making noises, cries of pleasure as the pressure didn’t let up. He bucked his hips almost desperately, and wailed outright when Scout promptly moved to pin one of his thighs beneath his knee, his free hand pushing the other into place there at the edge of his flexibility until he felt pinned open like a butterfly under glass. His thrashing and wriggling was then reserved for his waist up, eyes falling closed under the assault of pleasure on his senses, his dick woefully under-stimulated even as pleasure coursed through him strongly enough to make him lose track of words, of volume, of everything. His fists clenched up above his head, his eyes clenched shut, his toes curled, his breath caught.

A kiss just above his navel grounded him again, and he managed to blink his eyes open, looking down. Scout was smirking up at him, extremely self-satisfied as he allowed a brief reprieve in the assault on Sniper’s senses just to take in how wrecked Sniper already was. “God. If you weren’t beggin’ me to fuck you a little bit ago, I’d kinda be tempted to just get you off like this. You look real good, like nothin’ I’ve ever seen, even in those magazines.”

“I wasn’t begging,” Sniper protested, belated and weak.

“Heh.” Scout’s grin was sharp and sent a thrill through him, a quiver through his thighs and a spin through his head. “You will.”

“Like you won’t snap first,” Sniper managed, trying to work up his own courage, the task made easier by the way Scout was eyeing him, clearly extremely pleased with what all he saw, a vague kind of wonder. “Like you’re not desperate too. Bugger off with the superiority, mate, you know as well as I do that you want me.”

“Damn fucking right I want you, have you seen you?” Scout scoffed, and flickered his fingers, and Sniper’s head rolled back, a moan rising clear from his throat. “Fuckin’ look at you. Christ, I’d keep you like this all night if you’d let me. And if my dick didn’t just straight up pop first.”

“Don’t make me beg, Scout,” Sniper finally warned.

“Fine,” Scout laughed, and pressed hard one more time before he slid his fingers free, wiping them off on Sniper’s boxers and freeing himself from his own clothing. He then promptly grabbed Sniper by the calf and tossed his leg up over his shoulder, turning him nearly sideways. A moment of fumbling, and then the first push, and a firmer one when that didn’t get him much of anywhere.

Sniper managed to hold back the majority of his noises while Scout waited for him to adjust, shifting his arms in his bonds just slightly. And Scout was sweet enough to wait until he was well past ready, until he was earnestly rolling his hips and trying to get that sweet friction.

Scout stroked a hand over his thigh soothingly, moving in short, firm strokes as he tried to find the right angle. Long moments, long attempts, and then he seemed to realize he needed to shift them, moving to pull Sniper’s other leg up as well, pinning it back and making his lower half jerk off the bed as finally he shifted and rolled his hips just right.

“Buggering—“ Sniper started to swear, and then Scout did it again, and his voice jumped up an octave. “Oh, oh Christ, ffff—fuck me, Scout,” he practically pleaded, head rolling back listlessly.

A breath from Scout, and then he did, starting into a rhythm, steady and easy for Sniper to cope with, but at the same time, not nearly enough.

“Harder,” he groaned, trying to roll down into it, barking out a sharp sound of pleasure when he listened, speed and strength increasing. Scout’s thighs collided with him on every ingress, and they were hard and firm in a way that was exactly punishing enough to make him melt. The onslaught was so perfect, so much better than he could recreate in his head, and he found breath difficult, distantly aware of the sweat rapidly starting to bead on his face.

With plenty of partners, Sniper could expect the pace to shift, falling into something more relaxing for a few moments to gather up some more energy. But Scout didn’t pause, didn’t falter, the strength of his legs and core put to an unexpectedly pleasureable use as he damn near fucked Sniper’s brains out, hard and unrelenting like a machine. It left his head spinning, the edge slinking into view almost embarrassingly quickly, and he was secretly a bit glad for the way his wrists were bound just then because otherwise he was sure he’d be spilling over his own hand in seconds.

Scout held him there, teetering, close but unable to close that last bit of distance before the finish line, until his own breath was ragged, until his pace shifted into something heavier. “Ready?” Scout asked him, practically a croak, and Sniper could only stammer a few words in the affirmative before he was back to wordless exhalations as Scout spat into his hand and started jerking Sniper off, firm and straightforward, and his moan of defeat was largely hidden under the curses Scout managed through gritted teeth, both of them spent at damn near the same moment.

Sniper’s descent back down to earth was slow, and he murmured a sort of complaint when Scout pulled out and got free of his legs. But then his arms were untied, and he was being pulled close into an embrace.

“Wanna get clean now, or in the morning?” Scout mumbled into his hair, sounding downright contented.

“Morning,” Sniper said.

“Cool. Roll over.”

Sniper did, a bit confused, and chuckled when he was pulled back against Scout’s chest and cradled. “Mate, don’t need coddling,” he said, amused.

“Bottom gets to be little spoon. It’s the rules. Shuttup and let me cuddle you,” Scout pouted into the back of his neck, words muddled by his lips being pressed against skin.

“Fair,” he agreed, and adjusted his head a little to get more comfortable, clasped an arm around one of Scout’s. “Worried about my, er. Enthusiasm anymore?”

“A little,” Scout said. Sniper frowned and was about to ask some follow up questions, but Scout elaborated. “I mean, fuck, I bet the whole base heard you, even from way out here.”

“I’ll make you go sleep in your own room,” Sniper warmed, tone dead serious. “Don’t test me.”

A little laugh, a squeeze. “Nah, but really. I’m glad you said somethin’. And now I’ve got somethin’ to look forward to next weekend.”

“And what’s that?” Sniper asked quizzically.

“What was it you said, uh—“stuff me full of a toy and bugger my mouth, mate, that’s aces, oh holy dooley”, wasn’t it?”

“Right, I’m showering and you’ve got fifteen seconds to get out,” Sniper said flatly, starting to get out of bed, even as Scout laughed, starting to protest, holding on tight to him and refusing to let go even at the threat of falling out of the bed.

To be fair, it wasn’t the next week. It was the next morning when they woke up and Scout saw the fingerprint bruises all over Sniper’s thighs. But either way, Sniper would begrudgingly admit that he was glad he’d said something too.

[abiik]

@vhsgf replied to your post “this song made me realize i've never written about jason missing zoe”

heather this might be too forward and angsty of me to say (pls lmk if is) but now i am curious about zoe reacting to jason's death and then mirroring w jason coming back from the dead and then finding out his best friend is dead. like it sounds so PAINFUL but like. also i wanna know about it. heather what have you done i-

i had to put my hair up for this. im literally so emotional about this rn,,,like when am i not but STILL OKAY IT MAKES ME VERY [SCREECHES] (also a read more because this is fucking long im so sorry)

okay let’s start with zoe because jason’s death is a traumatic thing for her on like multiple points all relating back to when she was like elementary school aged (im pretty sure i have it where she’s like 8 ish when this happens). before jason and before going into the whole vigilante business – no matter what version of zoe you prefer – she loses her two younger brothers in a joker related accident. he kills them. and zoe… zoe is so,,, well she’s angry. because no one does anything. no one. not that fabled batman, not the police, not the fucking government – NOBODY. and she’s just supposed to keep living her life like everything is fucking fine because oh that’s just the way gotham is. and like why the fuck would she just keep living her life when her barely out of toddler aged little brothers are now dead?? why wouldn’t she want to do something about that?? why the fuck should she just let it roll off her back like no biggie?? (of course, this is a catalyst for her mother’s downward spiral and eventual disappearance, and then keme’s).

then of course, there’s zoe’s powers. at that age she didn’t really understand the extent of them, what she could do with them and all that, but as they develop and her own awareness of them develop, she is faced by like intense guilt and remorse. if only she’d been able to do something. if only she’d been there. if only she could’ve stopped the joker. if only, if only, if only. and like, realistically, there wasn’t much she could do. it wasn’t like she knew fully how strong she was; she’d barely gotten flying down at that point, but then she’s growing up and she realizes she never really had a limit. and she kind of has this complex, i’ve said it before but she really does try to bear the weight of the world on her shoulders, so everything that has happened to her up until this point after the twins die, it’s partly her fault; if only she could have been better, she could have saved them, she could have her mom, she could have keme – she could have her family back.

then, of course, there is in all of this her intense hatred of the joker. and by correlation to the whole fucking issue, gotham city and batman. (ive said that they kind of grow to like each other more, but when z and jay become friends and through their teen years until his death, it’s kind of like whenever youre gay and your bff is gay and you both kind of hate the other’s really fucked up parent who’s okay sometimes but isn’t all the time and you would totally like throw down with them if only there weren’t like,,,repercussions)

anyway, so when jason dies, it’s a big fucking deal. like he’d already been acting weird, bruce was worried about him, z was worried about him, and then he dies okay. and zoe… bruce doesn’t tell zoe right away. he doesn’t tell her and when zoe does find out, she. is. pissed. all of the shit with her baby brothers comes back. she wasn’t there. she wasn’t able to save him – because she sure as hell KNOWS that she could have at this point. and now he’s GONE. AND THIS ENTIRE TIME, SHE HAD NO FUCKING CLUE BECAUSE BRUCE DIDN’T TELL HER!!! she couldn’t even go to his funeral!!! and then, AND THEN, on fucking top of that – it was the joker who killed him. so jason’s death was like a fucking quadruple blow to her.

after finding out the details, zoe goes binary for the first time. and it’s… well it’s scary. it takes a whole lot of coaxing from old teammates and being physically restrained by diana (who lowkey is kinda like why?? are?? we?? stopping?? her?? from?? killing?? the?? joker??) and clark and donna, and they can’t even really knock her out because when she’s binary, there’s only really waiting out the duration of the high until she passes tf out from using too much energy. which she DOES and then after a good long talk with gran-gran, zoe’s going on a much needed retreat with diana to themyscira.

during that time, zoe’s super depressed. like reasonably, so. she’s so exhausted and she’s still angry but she’s also just like,,, so tired. she lost her best friend dude. like she loves jason so much, she loves him so much, and then he was just gone. poof! and at least, at least with atsa and ahiga, she got to like, be there for their send off. jason ends up being another hole in her life, like her dad and her mom and keme. he’s added to this list of people who all were just…g o n e. she didn’t get to mourn them. like obviously, she can, but every time she thinks about jason, she begins to spiral. (this is kind of when she starts drinking,,,, human alcohol can’t really touch her but she does therapeutically – which is!! not good!!) she also begins to distance herself – from jason’s titans (connor holds on with an iron grip and eddie still checks up on her, but rose was just as distraught and kyle is still kind of numb), from the original titans, from bruce and alfred, from diana, even from gran-gran and uncle bell. she fills the void with work as well as the alcohol that doesn’t really do anything to her except make her mouth taste gross and weird and she hates it but it’s become a habit. if she isn’t out doing some reckless thing while saving the world, then she’s at a bar or just sitting by the ocean.

she has bad dreams too, like horrible dreams. and like,,, they’re not necessarily horrific or anything,, she usually dreams about good times, memories with jason or with atsa and ahiga, sometimes some weird mixture of all three of them hanging out together and it’s the worst fucking thing because she wakes up and she wishes she was there too, that she could stay with them, because she misses them so much. she just wants her family back, she wants the family she had before jason and dick and alfred and the titans, but she also wants them too – she wants all of it.

and then it all comes to head with her dad’s sudden involvement with earth and shit. zoe sacrifices herself not only because she carries the fucking world on her shoulders and has a stupid martyr complex, but also because she thinks she’d be okay dying like this. she doesn’t. die that is. she doesn’t die but she also doesn’t come back.

jason’s revival story arc thing is all a bit murky for me bc I kind of like mix the whole waking up and clawing himself from his grave and also the under the red hood storyline (and like correct me if there is a version like that bc like,,, idk I can’t remember). anyway, so jason comes back, and like it’s kind of messy bc of timeline shit but he doesn’t really come back, come back, until z’s gone. like gone gone. like they held a funeral and everything for her. jason didn’t get to go and THAT is SHIT. like yeah, he wasn’t fucking alive, nobody fucking knows he’s alive anyway, but it still hurts.

and like,,, you know what else kind of hurts, is like he kind of thought that after he came back, if no one was on his side – if for some reason literally everyone was against him – he’d still have zoe. that’s the worst fucking part. he hears about what happened. he hears that she literally went ballistic. and like,, jason KNOWS that zoe would have his side, that zoe would be there for him, that even if she might not have agreed with some of the things he’s done, that she’d be right by his side, showing she cares. because like. like I know bruce is kind of stunted with emotional expression, but it’s really hard to feel like you’re appreciated when someone else’s love language is so fucking hard to translate, when you need constant validation, to be told you matter to be shown you matter to them and they can’t accommodate even a little bit, because of their pride or because they have to deem that you deserve it all of a sudden. and like I love bruce, but they way he treats his kids is shit. so yeah. jason feels hella alone when he comes back and his best friend, his rock, his ride or die (literally wfkejvnk) is fucking gone.

jason definitely has nightmares too. he doesn’t know how zoe died, like really know – no one does, because there hadn’t been a body. and jason’s mind can be a pretty dark place already, add on top of that the nightmares about his best friend dying the same way he did, or being like dick, who actually witnessed the explosion that ‘killed’ zoe. he can’t even fathom what zoe went through with his death, but eventually, as jason kind of comes back into the batfam and shit, he also kind of gets to be with the last of zoe’s family. gran-gran and uncle bell are much warmer than bruce wayne and that too big mansion and that cold fucking cave. jason goes to the ranch a lot, or finds himself at uncle bell’s antique shop whenever he needs a breather, to just be alone with something that close to zoe.

they literally both go through that period where they’re extremely reckless with mourning and regrets and fuck i never got to say this and fuck what could I have done differently, what could I have changed if I’d been there? but where jason is able to recover more effectively, zoe doesn’t do so well in space.

really, that song had triggered thoughts about jason going through her things, the things she left in his bedroom – that bruce refused to touch or move or anything – and just thinking back on their life together. it was definitely shorter than they expected and when jason thinks about it, it’s a whole bunch of salty anger and throat swelling sadness that has him kind of crippled. because like,,, he also knows how the twins died, he knows how it happened, not only did he have the firsthand accounts from those most effected, but also like, he read the reports. he KNOWS, and he feels kind of guilty, just a little bit, that what he did put her through a similar version to losing her baby brothers.

NREJKVNERLFEWLFJNEKR FUCK OKAY I THINK I NEED TO STOP LIKE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JUST A BIG DUMB BUT BFJKERNFKJEN F   U   C   K  OKAY

[jay-wells-writes]

Chances are (Ray x Reader) smut

ok my lovelies this story is shorter then normal, but it was one that gets right to the point. Again I have combined to requests into one, no I will not always be doing that its just these two really played off each other very well. 

So first request was from my smut mama @smutfornerds. She asked for a story based off the pictures Brandon has been posting on Instagram, if you don’t follow him go do it. Do it right now, you wont be sorry. the second request just asked for Ray and reader trying to get pregnant. Now the way I took this is to give Ray a breeding kink, BUT it is not anything dark. He just gets really excited in more ways then one when reader mentions getting off her BC pills. Let’s hope you all enjoy it.

This was your favorite time, just sitting in the heart of the Waverider reading a book and watching Ray as he fixed little things. Not only was it quiet and peaceful you also got to see Ray getting dirty and nine times out of ten he was wearing jeans and a tank top. Really you would bring a book to read but majority of the time you were to busy watching Ray to even open the book. Every time he catch you looking he give you a smirk and shake his head before going back to work. 

“You know y/n I am beginning to feel like a piece of meat dangling in front of a pack of starving wolves when you look at me like that.”

Shaking your head you looked down to your hands and smiled. 

“Can’t help it. You look like a whole snack standing there like that.”

“Is that why you are drooling?”

Looking up at Ray in shock he began to laugh as you threw a rag at him. 

“I DO NOT DROOL!”

Walking up and between your legs Ray placed his hands on either side of you. Before he laid his forehead against yours.

“Hmmm. Ok maybe you don’t drool, but you do stare. I keep wondering why you bring a book, you never read them. Where do you go y/n?”

“I am here. I just think about how peaceful and quiet it is at these moments. I like watching you work, you look at home with your hands inside some machine. Like you have no care in the world, and that you don’t put your life on the line some days.” Feeling a bit frisky you ran your hands up Ray’s chest, over his shoulders and down his arms. “But I will admit that there may have been a couple of times I see you strong arm something and my mind drifts to how those arms feel around me. To how I love feeling your hands digging into my thighs when I ride you or when you rub my back; working out the knots you find. Most importantly, I think about how safe I feel in them. Which brings me to something I have been meaning to talk to you about.” Standing straighter you could see that Ray was giving you all of his attention. “So I did something on a whim and I feel kinda guilty because it involves you and I didn’t ask you beforehand, BUT it is an easy fix…….. I stopped my birth control.”

You were beginning to feel like you had made a mistake with your birth control when all Ray did was stare at you with no expression on his face. Although he was just staring, you could feel Ray’s hands move to your thighs and begin to run up them. You could feel your heart began to beat faster when the tip of his fingers brushed against your ass. Blinking a few times Ray shook his head slightly before looking at you. 

“So that means you want to try and have a baby?”

Smiling you placed your hands around his neck. 

“Kinda? I figured that I could stop the pills and we could see what happens?”

“What about condoms?”

“You wouldn’t have to wear them if you didn’t want to.” Suddenly Ray’s expression turned lustful and he was pulling your hips closer to his. Where you could feel him growing harder. “Is this something you are okay with Ray?”

Giving you a smirk Ray’s hands slipped under your gown and began to run up and down your back. His caresses causing to you shiver. 

“Am I okay with this? Does Mick love fire? Of course I am okay with this. Not only are we trying to make a new life, but I get to slip into you and feel everything. I get to feel your warmth without a barrier, feel your wetness as you coat my dick and feel your juices mixing with my cum when I thrust into one last time and cum deep inside you. You don’t know how many times I have thought about this moment and in case you are still doubtful, maybe this will convince you.”

Not saying anything else Ray rolled his hips forward and you could feel that he was completely hard; and straining against the confines of his jeans. Moving your head slightly you brought your lips to Rays and instantly he was slipping his tongue into your mouth. Pulling his hands from behind you he brought them to your face and held onto you as he deepened the kiss even more. Having your hands free you ran them down his chest and to his jeans. The minute you undo them you could hear Ray moan into your mouth. When you worked his jeans down some and wrapped your hands around him Ray broke away from the kiss and you could hear him groan out “Oh God” as he thrusted into you hands. Gathering some of the precum that began to leak out you coated his cock so he could thrust into your hands a bit easier. Resting his forehead against yours the both of you looked down and watched as Ray thrusted into your hands. Even though you were getting no stimulation, hearing Ray’s moans and the feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs had you clutching onto nothing. 

As if reading your thoughts you felt Ray’s fingers release your thighs and graze over them to your underwear. When he began to pull at them you were forced to let go of his cock so that you could use your hands to steady yourself as Ray continued to pull them down. After placing your underwear next to you Ray pulled you to the edge of the crate. Wrapping your legs around his hips Ray began to roll his hips against you while his lips attacked yours again. Suddenly you let out a gasp when Ray picked you up and turned the both of you; air leaving your lungs when your back connected to the wall. Resting your head back you felt Ray lifting you slightly while he placed his cock to your entrance. When he began to lower you down the both of you let out moans. Resting his head near your shoulder you heard Ray whisper. "Grab the bar above you" not even looking up you brought your hands up your head and felt the bar he had been talking about. 

The minute your hands wrapped around the bar Ray dug his fingers into your ass and began to rock you. Even though your arms were holding onto the bar Ray was holding all your weight and as he watched himself thrusting into you, your eyes focused on the muscles in his arms and under his tank top moving when he did. As your pleasure continued to build and you began to tighten around Ray, he adjusted his hold so that he could bring his hand to the front and slipped his thumb down between your bodies and to your clit. Feeling the shock of pleasure running through your body you couldn't help but try and move away from his thumb. Unable to move you dropped a hand to Ray’s shoulder and dug your fingers into him as your legs started to shake with the impending orgasm. Ray brought his mouth to yours and swallowed your scream as you started to cum, and feeling you tightening around him triggered Ray into cumming himself. Breaking away from the kiss Ray looked down and watched as he held himself inside of you. Dropping your other arm down to rest on Ray’s shoulders, Ray pushed to the both of you into the wall which allowed him to stay in you, even as he softened, and left the both of you touching in every way you could. 

Once Ray had finally caught his breath you felt him tighten his hold once more before he moved you back to the crate. Setting you down he then reached for your underwear and helped you get them on before tucking himself back into his jeans. When you tried to stand Ray held a hand out to stop you. 

“No. Don’t move.”

“Ray, we need to get back to our rooms and get cleaned up.”

“And we will, but we have better chances if you keep as much of me in you as we can.”

Without any warning Ray was picking you up in a bridal carry and walking towards your room. As much as you wanted to roll eyes at him you felt nothing but love pouring off of him. So you just rested your head on his chest as you spoke quietly. 

“You know Ray, I just got off my pills and it usually takes around three months for them to get out of my system. So chances are it’s going to take that long to even have a chance to become pregnant.”

“I know, but we better our chances if I carry you. Oh a warning of advice, get used to being carried because any chance I get I am going to be taking you no matter where the location.” 

Ray’s voice could be heard laughing throughout the quiet halls when you placed your forehead on his shoulder and whispered “Oh God I created a monster.”

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[sauveteen]

Imagine where your Shawn’s gf but also his photographer bc that would make my heart actually melt 😍😩

not my best work but i really wanted to post wksjs i'm Sorry

"I don’t think this was in my contract?”

“What contract are we talking here?” Shawn’s arms reach towards you, fingers ghosting your sides as he slips his hands under your top, “Shawn Mendes’ Official Tour Photographer Contract, or Shawn Mendes’ Girlfriend Contract?” He pulls you towards him, thighs parting to adjust your body between his legs. There’s an indescribable look on his face; soft, yet teasing. His cheeks are an unabashed shade of red, a result of the cold and the alcohol alike. Huddled between a horde of plushies, Shawn fits right in with his gentle demeanour and soft nature. Lips quirking into the faintest of smiles, he lifts a hand to boop your nose with his finger, singing Booooop to make sure you’re aware of his intentions.

“There’s a Shawn Mendes’ Girlfriend Contract too?” You tease, letting him warm his cold hands on your skin. You shudder at the contact, but the satisfied hum he lets out is reward enough to endure his freezing touch. He tips his head forward, resting it gently against your stomach. The hand that isn’t holding your camera tangles into his hair, softly scratching his scalp as he murmurs incoherently into your sweater.

“You didn’t know?’ He pulls back, tilting his head to the side to smile at you, “My assistant probably misplaced it.”

“Probably,” You decide to humour him, letting go of your camera, the strap pulling taut against your neck as the camera hangs down to where Shawn’s head had previously been, “And what did it entail?”

“Hmm, a lot of things,” He sneaks a hand out from underneath your sweater, reaching up to curl around the back of your head. Shawn pulls you towards him, craning his neck upwards to capture your lips in a sweet, short kiss, “Like constant kisses,” He pecks you several times, nose brushing against yours, “And letting me warm my cold reptilian body with yours,” His fingers playfully squeeze your sides, a chuckle bubbling up your throat and putting a smile on his face.

“That’s it?”

“And cuddles,” Shawn falls back onto the soft toys, pulling you with him, and groans when your camera juts into his stomach. Laughing, you roll off, cradling it with one hand and letting your boyfriend grab your other, pulling it towards his lips to press kisses against your knuckles, “Loads, and loads, and loads of cuddles.”

“Sounds pretty okay,” You grin, tilting your head to catch his eyes staring at you, all the stars in the universe pooling in his hazel eyes. If there was one thing that you used to hate, it was being cheesy; and if there’s one thing that Shawn’s got you to fall in love with, it’s being cheesy, because there simply is no other way of describing what the two of you have. The way he makes you feel. Like you’re the most important person in the world, and nothing matters more than your happiness. Like your laugh is his medicine and his yours. Your fingers unconsciously tighten around his at the thought.

“Okay?” He echoes, feigning offence, “Sounds okay?” And then his fingers are poking into your sides, clawed hands sneaking under your top to relentlessly tickle your bare skin. You squirm, laughing, your head thrown back in mirth. Shawn simply sees it as an opportunity to dance his fingers under your chin, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and try pushing his hands away.

“I lied!” You exclaim between bouts of laughter, leaning away from your childish boyfriend, “The contract sounds amazing.”

“That's what I thought,” He sounds smug, and you tip your head up to see him smirking down at you. Pursing your lips together, you swat his chest, muttering, “Ass.”

“Dick, ass, heart,” His arm over your shoulders, he pulls you into himself, “All yours, baby.”

You smile to yourself, shaking your head, and bring your camera to your face. Switching it on, you feel your grin start to grow as you click through the pictures, a sudden warmth spreading through the inside of your chest.

“Babe, look,” You say, holding your camera a little higher so he can see. You giggle, zooming in on Shawn's face. Tangled between hotel sheets, hair tousled, eyes droopy, he's midway through a yawn, slack jaw pulled tight with the movement, “You look adorable.”

“I don't think sneaking pictures like that was in your photography contact?”

“No,” You smirk, shifting to press a kiss against his chest, “But it was in my girlfriend contact.”

So the two of you lay there, flipping through the images on your camera, reminiscing on the fond memories the two of you had made together. At one point Shawn's eyes avert from the tiny screen to spare you a glance, your head tucked under his chin, chest rising and falling in sync with his breath. You're zooming in on random faces in the photos, laughing to yourself, and he's never been more in love with you. The reminder that this tour is drawing to a close, that you'll probably pack your bags and head home and so will he, has something sour burning in his mouth. He's grown so accustomed to having you around, so used to hearing your evil laugh every time you catch him doing something stupid on camera. The sound of your shutter clicking is registered in his brain now, and he perks up every time he hears it in the distance. He never knew he'd be as gone for you as he is right now, but as long as you're smiling, he's okay with whatever the future holds.

“You looked amazing that day,” Shawn comments, combing a hand through your hair, curling the tresses around his fingers. The picture on the screen is of the day of his album release, when all of his friends and staff had gathered in his condo and drunk their weight in alcohol. Shawn doesn't remember much from that night — his head feels like a woozy, dizzy mess, but he remembers you. You in your band tee and weird pants, red lipstick staining your lips, camera cradled in your hands. You a stark contrast against the dolled up beauties, you a beacon of light in the otherwise dark thoughts that he was trying to drink away. The way you had combed his hair away from his face as he had bent over the toilet seat, the way your reassuring words had fought to replace the doubts in his bloodstream.

“You’ve done amazing, Shawn, they're going to love the album,” You had muttered, helping him to a glass of water as you rubbed circles into his back, camera long forgotten on a kitchen counter. Shawn didn't know a lot about you, but he'd never seen you without a camera, and he knew you wouldn't take it off without good reason. For a reason he still can't put into words, that simple gesture had warmed his heart beyond words.

“What if they don't? What if I peaked when I was sixteen and it's only downhill from here?”

“Shawn, come on,” Your voice was calming, and although gentle, it floated atop the loud trap music, “The album is beautiful. Take it from me. It's fucking flawless, okay? It's your best work yet.”

“You have to say that,” Shawn had turned away, gulping the water in his glass and slamming it back on the counter, “You work for me. I'd probably fire you if you said it was shit.”

He remembers you wincing, him immediately regretting his words, and then expecting you to walk away. You didn't. You stayed, although silent, but a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone in this. That no matter how deep he fell into the inevitable pit that is self-doubt, there was someone to help him coax him right out. And he had never been more glad.

Now he's staring at his own face on the screen, hair a little tamer and cheeks flushed just as red, wishing someone had taken a photo of you. He'd like to frame it, signing it in bold letters, The Day I Started Falling for Her.

“I looked like a bum, Shawn.”

“Well, that you always do,” The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk, “But that doesn't make you any less amazing.”

“I'd be offended if I didn't love you.”

“I'd be offended if you didn't love me, honestly.”

“Shut up,” While your words indicate annoyance, your smile gives you away. Pushing yourself up, you uncap your lens, “Let's get this over with.”

“Nooo,” Shawn whines at the loss of contact, reaching out towards you with grabby hands, “I don’ wanna anymore! Come back and cuddle me.”

You place a hand on his chest, leaning down to quickly peck him, pulling away just as fast, “We've rented this entire room out for a day. We have to do this photoshoot now, though I still don't know what for.”

“Who cares?” Shawn grabs a random giraffe toy from the lot, cradling the plushie to his chest, “I can think of other things to do in this room.”

“We're not doing anything with seven thousand glass eyes staring at us, Shawn.”

“Really? Always pegged you for an exhibitionist, if I'm honest.”

You pluck a toy from the lot, playfully hurling it at your boyfriend. Hearing his laughter reverberate through the room, followed by a determined, “Okay, Ms. Official Photographer, let's do this.”

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[gamerwoo]

Yanan: Light

Characters: Yanan x reader (gender neutral) (featuring Hongseok, Yuto, Jinho, and Shinwon)

Genre/warnings: fallen angel au, angst, fluff, mention of blood and wounds n stuff, stuff about religion

Word count: 5,056

Summary: Nobody knows how somebody like Yanan -- not only angelic in looks, but also in personality -- became a fallen angel, but your friends find him in the woods after he fell, and you take it upon yourself to teach him how to live now that everything he's ever known has been taken away. 

a/n: I meant to finish this back when Yanan came back (bc I was excited and I wanted to write for him) buuuut it took a lil longer than expected. this also jumps around a lot but only because I don’t want like, a shit ton of filler so I’m sorry if things get confusing !!!!

“He’s...big.”

“Nah, he’s a twig; he’s just long. He’ll be easy to carry.”

“You’re not the one carrying him, are you, Yuto?”

“Will you both just shut up and pick him up? We can’t leave him out here in the forest forever.”

The voices Yanan heard sounded like he was underwater, but they slowly became clearer as he tried to swim to the surface of the darkness. Finally, his eyes opened to see the night sky above him, but his eyelids felt like they had weights tied to them. He groaned, feeling everything just hurt -- especially his back. It stung and he wasn’t sure why, but what should’ve been a sharp sting was dull as he slowly started to come to his senses.

Jinho turned his head at the noise, looking behind him as him and Yuto led the way back to the house. Hongseok was carrying the newest addition, who was apparently awake, though Jinho couldn’t see his face since he was slung over the muscular boy’s shoulder.

“I was hoping we’d get him home before he woke up,” Jinho mumbled.

“No, he’s definitely still kind of out of it,” Hongseok replied. “You remember how it is.”

“Barely,” Jinho snorted.

“What do you think he was kicked out for?” Yuto asked just to make time pass by faster.

Hongseok hummed softly as he thought, “Mm...maybe he got tricked by a demon.”

“Nah, he looks like too much of a goody-two-shoes to be working with demons,” Yuto decided, remembering his angelic face that was stained with tears, blood, and dirt. “I don’t think God would make somebody looking that innocent go do demon duty.”

“Are you saying I don’t look innocent?” Hongseok asked jokingly.

Jinho laughed, “Anything but.”

The house wasn’t too far away from what the group called “the drop”, which was where some fallen angels typically ended up. You lived right on the edge of a forest in a nice neighborhood with a cute little fence and a seemingly normal life. The five of you fit in perfectly, and now you’d have to teach this guy how to do that, too.

Yuto threw open the back door, and Shinwon looked up from where he was standing at the open refrigerator. As soon as he saw Hongseok squeeze in with somebody over his shoulder, he went to help.

“Is he awake?” Shinwon asked, helping Hongseok carry the softly groaning boy into the living room.

“Not really,” Hongseok replied as he laid him down on the towel that Jinho had laid out on the floor.

“Did you get a name?”

Everything after that sounded garbled to Yanan. He was slipping in and out -- either from pain or from blood loss -- and he couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore. He didn’t come to again until he felt sharp stinging in his back from Shinwon and Jinho cleaning out the gashes in his back. He was sat up against somebody as he whined and whimpered and gasped, trying to get away from the pain -- at least it had him wide awake now. 

The boys eventually took a break to let him rest. They learned his name was Yanan as they gave him water and fed him, figuring he must’ve been pretty hungry since nobody was sure how long he’d been passed out in the woods. 

That was when you walked through the front door, hanging your jean jacket on the coat rack. You strolled into the living room, your sneakers still on your feet since you heard murmuring -- and murmuring was not good. And lo and behold, there was a new person in the den.

The first thing you noticed were the two bloody gashes in his shoulder blades, so you knew he was like you, “Found another one?”

“This is Yanan,” Shinwon told you.

Yanan looked over at you curiously, and you literally laughed at him, “He was kicked out? No fuckin’ way!”

“Huh?” Jinho asked.

“Just look at him!” you exclaimed, gesturing to his perfect face. Blond hair that fell just right despite having a twig or a leaf here and there, innocent features, and perfect skin to top it all off. “He looks like he was sculpted by God Himself. No way he’s actually fallen. He looks way too pure.”

“And we don’t?” Hongseok asked.

“Jinho could be, Shinwon’s a maybe; but you and Yuto? Absolutely not.”

Shinwon leaned closer to Yanan, whispering -- but loud enough for you to hear on purpose, “Watch out for _____. They’re feisty.”

“Dick,” you frowned.

Yanan suddenly cried out in pain before doubling over. His breathing was shallow and his eyes squeezed closed. You already knew what it was: his new wings were coming in.

“This’ll be fun,” you mumbled, recalling the intense pain you went through with yours. “Let’s hope neither of his have to be forced out.”

“Don’t mention it,” Yuto grumbled.

It sounded like bones snapping, which made your skin crawl. Yanan let out something close to a scream as his new wings tried to push through the gashes where his old ones were torn away from him. It made his muscles burn, like a hot knife tearing through his body, so all he could do was shout in pain.

“Do we start pulling?” Hongseok asked.

“Give it a sec,” Shinwon instructed.

Sure enough, with a few more cracking noises, a large blur of black unfurled from Yanan’s back, stretching out behind him. His wings had you taking several steps back, your eyes widening at the span of them. They were much larger than anybody else’s, and it was both horrifying and absolutely amazing to see.

“Whoa...” you breathed.

Yanan gasped for breath as Jinho reached for the glass of water to give him. You glanced to Yuto who stood beside you, giving an impressed nod.

But despite the impressive wingspan -- which seemed to be half feathers, and half blood right now -- when Yanan lifted his head to look behind him at his new wings, his flushed face still looked as angelic as ever. Even being a fallen angel, Yanan still looked like he belonged in Heaven.

-

Adjusting for Yanan was difficult. Teleporting wasn’t as graceful, he wasn’t invincible, and you guaranteed him a newfound bitterness toward God and the world. While Yanan was still sorting out his feelings on the matter of getting kicked out -- nobody knew why he was kicked out, but nobody dared ask either -- he was putting more time into sorting out his new life with the five of you.

Truthfully, Yanan was scared. He wasn’t a mean person, and he never hated anybody. However, after what happened, he felt...something bad. He didn’t want to think about it, afraid the bad feeling would grow and make him a bad person, and he didn’t want to be a bad person. Even when he was alive, Yanan was basically a saint. So the fact that he felt like he could possibly change completely was scary to him.

Although he had heard that fallen angels were full of hate, he thought your group was pretty normal. None of you complained about how you were wronged -- unless it was brought up -- and you all tried to help him, and you even let him live with you. The living situation took some adjusting as well since the only spare room was an office, and your room was too small to fit two people -- they spent an entire weekend clearing out the office to make another bedroom for Yanan -- but you all made it work, and Yanan appreciated it.

“Why do you all only wear dark colors?” Yanan asked after a couple days there, looking at the clothes in his hands that Shinwon had let him borrow since his were torn up and bloody.

“We tend to keep away from white and lighter colors,” Hongseok explained.

Yanan frowned, “Why?”

“Him,” was all he said.

“Why? Do you hate Him?”

“Considering what he did to us,” you spoke up with a bitter tone, your brows set low in annoyance, “I’d say yeah, we kind of hate Him. What, do you not?”

Yanan just looked back at the clothes and sighed, “I’ll get used to the dark colors.”

-

“You’re keeping your hair like that?” you asked him after about a week of him staying there, making a face.

He subconsciously brought a hand to his hair, “What do you mean?”

“You’re keeping it blond like that?”

“Y-yeah... Why?”

You let out a puff of air that blew the hair that had fallen into your face as you crossed your arms over your chest, “I’ve literally never seen a fallen angel with light hair before.”

It wasn’t that the light hair was a bad thing -- in fact, you thought it looked good -- but you just didn’t get it. Yanan wasn’t trying to completely change everything about himself, and that was odd to you. Even Yuto who was shy and quiet immediately started to reinvent himself with dark hair and dark clothes.

“I-is that bad?” he stammered, suddenly reconsidering his choices.

"Never said that,” you shrugged, “but I’m just saying, most of us end up wanting it darker.”

“_____!” Jinho barked from the kitchen. “Leave him alone; he can do whatever makes him comfortable.”

“It’s just some advice, Jinho,” you sighed.

You glanced up at Yuto one last time before walking away to leave the house.

-

You barely glanced up from your phone as you heard the soft whoosh of somebody teleporting in, followed by a thud -- that thud told you exactly who it was: Yanan. He was still having trouble with the teleporting thing, and you were starting to wonder if he’d ever get the hang of it. It had already been a few weeks, and he was still falling over.

“Need some ice for those bruises on your ass?” you deadpanned.

Yanan frowned, looking like a child that fell over, “Why is this so difficult?”

You couldn’t help but think he looked kinda cute -- you’d never admit that to anybody, though. No matter what, Yanan always looked so damn cute, and you hated it because it made you feel bad for being hard on him sometimes. But at the same time, he had to learn to be tougher because he was still as soft as a marshmallow.

“You have to actually, y’know, use your muscles to stay up,” you reminded him.

Unlike teleporting when you were an angel, which was something you didn’t even have to try to do, teleporting as a fallen angel took some actual effort. As an angel, all you had to do was just teleport. There was no effort to it other than just thinking about where you wanted to go, which was easy. There were a few sparkles and some pretty white dust, and you were just gone and in a new place like that. But as a fallen angel, there was black smoke-like fog, and a gust of wind that you had to fight against to stay up. It wasn’t like a harsh push or anything, but you actually had to use your muscles a little to not fall over in the middle of it -- not to mention that teleporting with opened wounds or anything would cause blood to go everywhere, but that was a lesson learned the hard way.

You knew you couldn’t blame Yanan for still getting used to it, but he had to learn, and you weren’t going to baby him about it.

But little did you know that Yanan preferred that he wasn’t babied. He liked that the others treated him nicely, but he would never learn if they kept treating him like a child. You were blunt with him, and he knew that was what he needed to learn -- and he was determined to learn.

“I know that!” he huffed, pushing himself off of the floor and adjusting his sweatshirt. “It’s just a bit windy, so it’s disorienting. I forget to keep myself up.”

You groaned, standing up and shoving your phone in your pocket, “Fine, I’ll show you.”

You walked over to Yanan, discarding your jacket as you went. You had pre-cut slits down the back of your shirt from the top of your shoulders down to the hem of your shirt, and your black wings stretched out from them. They encircled you and Yanan before you teleported to the first place you could think of: the cliff. 

The cliff was where you went to be alone. It had a bench that was never occupied, and it overlooked the ocean with waves crashing into the rocks below. Everybody knew where it was since it was where they often found you, but you usually went there by yourself. They’d only go if they needed to get you for some reason. But now, you were bringing Yanan there.

You were so used to the awkward feeling of being practically thrown into a new place that you didn’t even think twice about staying up as your wings went immediately back into your shoulder blades. However, when you noticed Yanan about to tip over onto his butt, you grabbed his forearms and yanked him into you so he’d stay up.

Yanan’s arms wrapped around you, holding onto you like an anchor so he wouldn’t fall backwards. But once he’d gained his balance and realized how close he was to you, his body completely pressed against yours, his face heated up and turned red.

“Th-thanks,” he said sheepishly, taking a step away from you.

“See? Not hard at all,” you told him.

He looked down at you, watching how the ocean breeze blew your hair out behind you, and how the sunset was the perfect backdrop to the way you squinted out into the sea. He felt something fluttering inside him.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, “not hard.”

-

Over the couple months he’d spent with the five of you, Yanan noticed you were very...feisty. He noticed that it seemed like you were trying to be the ‘alpha’ of the group. You didn’t like taking orders from anybody, you always had something snarky to say, and you never backed down. The first full day he was even there, you didn’t go soft on him like everybody else.

You were tough and loud -- it was even why you were stripped of your angel status -- and he found himself both frightened and somehow content. Your personality was something familiar to him, and it made him both angry and feeling at home. He wasn’t sure if he liked that, but again, he chose to ignore it and keep it to himself.

Well, as long as he could until it was brought up.

That day, he hadn’t seen you at all. He usually saw you in the morning and in the afternoon at least, but he hadn’t seen you at all. You weren’t even there for dinner, and you never missed dinner.

“Where’s _____?” he wondered as the boys started to clean up the kitchen.

“At the cliff,” Hongseok replied, “but I wouldn’t go looking for them.”

Yanan was actually intrigued by this, “Why not?”

“It’s the one year anniversary of when _____ fell,” Shinwon told him, mustering up a weird, half consolation smile.

“I didn’t realize they took it hard...”

“Not all of us can just accept it like you can,” Yuto shrugged.

Yanan wanted to say that he hadn’t just ‘accepted it’ but he didn’t want to get into that right now, either.

But when Yanan got up just before midnight to grab water and noticed that your bedroom door was wide open, and the room was vacant, he started to get worried. Why hadn’t you come home yet? Were you okay? Were you hurt? So, despite the warnings to not go find you, that’s what he did.

He ended up at the cliff like he expected, staying on his feet -- he’d finally gotten the teleporting thing down -- as he looked around while the smoke quickly dissipated into the air. Sure enough, you were sitting on the bench, overlooking the ocean in silence. He knew you must’ve heard him, so he shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled over to you. He sat down beside you, but you didn’t look away from the ocean.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked after a couple moments of no sound other than the wind and the waves crashing against the rocks below.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah... Yanan, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he decided.

Still keeping your eyes on the horizon, you asked, “Why don’t you hate God?”

Honestly, he expected you to ask what got him stripped of his wings and halo, so the question actually took him by surprise. He shifted on the bench and cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to word his answer.

“I-I don’t really know,” he admitted. “I guess I understand why He kicked me out. I broke two rules.”

Your eyes widened, unable to believe that he could’ve even broke a single one, “What?”

When Yanan just nodded as a reply, you scoffed, looking back out onto the water, “There’s no way you broke two rules.”

You had already told him your story: how God didn’t save somebody you cared for deeply, and you essentially cursed Him out for it. You told Him where He could stick His “plan” before your wings were ripped right out of your back, and you were dropped down to earth. However, Yanan had never told you what he’d done, so this was news to you.

The two of you fell into another silence that lasted even shorter this time. You got impatient, turning to him.

“Aren’t you even mad at the situation?” you wondered. “Are you mad at all?”

Yanan looked down at his lap where he fidgeted with his fingers, letting out a deep sigh, “I want to be, but I’m not.”

“Why?”

“I guess...because the reason it all happened...was somebody I loved...”

Somehow, that made sense to you. You couldn’t think of any other reason somebody like Yanan would get kicked out other than falling in love.

You nodded slowly, resting a hand on his knee in some sort of comfort, “I’m sorry... But, that’s only one rule.”

“She wasn’t a human,” Yanan admitted nervously.

“But another angel isn’t--” you stopped mid-sentence, the realization hitting you as your jaw went slack and your eyes widened. “She was a demon...”

Yanan’s eyes were still on his lap as he gave a somber nod. 

That was definitely a shock to you. Goody-two-shoes Yanan had fallen for a demon that was literally all evil. You weren’t sure how that happened or how he was even allowed near demons when he was clearly so innocent, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. 

“I couldn’t help it,” he said, sounding upset about it rather than angry. “She was so tough and headstrong. She was everything I wasn’t; everything I wanted to be.”

“I get it,” you nodded, patting his knee. “You can’t control who you fall in love with.”

That seemed to be his biggest downfall lately. He couldn’t control the fact that he had fallen for a demon, and now, couldn’t control that he was falling for the person who reminded him so much of the girl he once loved. Yanan was falling for you.

-

You didn’t know why you couldn’t stop thinking about Yanan as you fell asleep that night. Maybe because he was the last person you spoke to. Maybe because you finally found out the reason he had fallen. Maybe it was because he had gone out of his way to look for you when it had gotten late. Or maybe it was just because Yanan had been on your mind a lot recently.

Something about his innocence intrigued you. It wasn’t like you wanted to destroy it or corrupt him or do anything dirty. In fact, you liked Yanan’s wholesomeness. He was like a bright light in the sea of darkness -- both literally and figuratively since he still kept his bright blond hair -- that you’d come to know. It was like breathing in fresh air after being in a confined space for a long time. 

But you knew how completely opposite the two of you were. Yanan, despite everything, didn’t get mad or hate anybody for what happened. But you? You hated the world and everything it stood for because He created it. You wanted to see everything crumble and burn, but Yanan wanted to move past things. You felt like you’d just drag him down even though you wanted to help him keep his head above the deep, dark abyss.

That was the only reason you wouldn’t admit that you were falling for the blond-haired fallen angel. You were afraid of ruining the person he was.

-

"_____?”

You looked up from the sandwich you were making at the sound of Yanan’s voice in the doorway. He held up a box, and you recognized it as hair dye.

“Can you help me with this?” he asked, pointing to his head. “I think I’m gonna change the blond like you sai--”

“No!” you blurted.

Yanan looked scared at your outburst, but then realized what you said, looking confused, “No? Why not? You told me to--”

“I know what I said, but now I’m saying this: no,” you stated. You left your sandwich to go over to the taller boy and snatch the box from his hand. “Don’t change it.”

He didn’t know why, but he felt his face heating up, “Why?”

You brought the dye with you when you walked back to the counter, tossing it in the trash as you went, “It suits you.”

"Really?”

Yuto walked into the kitchen, looking between the two of you, “Is _____ being mean again?”

You just made a face at him, sticking out your tongue.

“No,” Yanan chuckled, “_____’s being nice.”

Yuto looked shocked, before he narrowed his eyes at you. He looked carefully between you and Yanan before he smirked, walking over to the fridge, “Nice, huh? Alright...”

“You keep your mouth shut, Adachi,” you told him sternly before you took your sandwich and quickly left the room.

Yanan watched you leave, unsure of what exactly happened.

Yuto walked up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder, “Just so you know, _____ is hardly ever nice to anybody.”

Yanan couldn’t help but smile a little bit to himself.

-

“So,” she began as she kicked at a rock on the ground, “you have to go back now, don’t you?”

“Yeah...” Yanan replied reluctantly. He didn’t want to go back. He just wanted to keep spending time with her. He never wanted to leave her. He’d never been so attached to somebody before, and he never thought it would happen with a demon. “I’m sorry.”

She looked up from the ground, looking at Yanan now, “Then you may as well go now.”

“W-wait,” Yanan began, not wanting to rush his last moments with her. His cheeks turned pink as he ran a hand through his hair. “Shouldn’t we say goodbye?”

“Yanan, you’re stalling, aren’t you?” she guessed, quirking an eyebrow. She could always read him like an open book.

He smiled shyly, letting out a quiet laugh, “Maybe a little bit.”

She smirked, “And why is that?”

Yanan stuttered, unsure what to say. He knew he wasn’t supposed to admit to loving somebody -- he wasn’t even supposed to love anybody except God -- but he wanted to tell her how he felt. She seemed to feel the same way, anyway.

“C’mon,” she cooed, looking up at him with a soft expression -- one she always used when she wanted Yanan to open up to her, “you know you can tell me anything, Yanan.”

“I...” Yanan trailed off, trying to build up his courage. Even when he did, all he got out was a quiet, “I love you.”

Her expression quickly turned dark as she chuckled at him, shaking her head and stepping back from him, “Oh, Yanan...”

Yanan blinked, unsure of what was happening. He didn’t understand her reaction at all, his blue eyes watching her as she ran a hand through her dark curls. She looked almost...amused with his confession.

“You sure were fun to play with,” she sighed happily, connecting all the dots in Yanan’s head. He’d completely messed up. “You might’ve been the most innocent little angel yet.”

Yanan felt himself being pulled away from earth, and his body filled with panic as she just giggled at him and waved.

“Tell the Big Guy I said hello,” was the last thing he heard from her before he was gone.

Yanan stared at the grass at his feet as he sat on the bench. He was still angry at her, but he was also angry at himself. He should’ve known from the get go that she was just toying with him -- she was a demon, after all. Even during his confession, it was like she planned it all out to make him say it. Why did he say it? Why did he bother?

But at the same time, what if he wasn’t so innocent? Would things have ended the same? Should he have changed? Did it all happen because he was so naive and pure? What if he was taken advantage of again because of it?

Yanan heard the soft whoosh of wind behind him, knowing it must’ve been you to look for him. Hardly any of the others went to the cliff, and while he knew it was your spot, he wasn’t sure of where else to go. He was starting to understand what you meant about hating everything, and he needed somewhere to think things through.

Except instead of hating everything and everyone, he was starting to hate himself. If he wasn’t so innocent and stupid, he wouldn’t have ended up here. 

You were no longer positive of how long it had been since you met Yanan, you only knew that you grew fonder and fonder of him each day -- maybe you even loved him. So seeing him missing from the house, you got worried and went to the one place you figured he’d be: the cliff.

You sat down on the bench beside him, stretching your legs out in front of you, “Hey.”

“Hi,” he mumbled, his dark eyes still fixated on the ground.

“Rough day?” you guessed.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then he closed it and clenched his jaw. He opened it a second time, but stayed silent for a moment.

“When you told me to change before,” he began slowly, his eyes not leaving the ground, “you were right.”

You sat forward so fast that you almost flung yourself off the bench, “What? Yanan, no I wasn’t! I was just angry and judge-y and--”

“Who I am go me to where I am,” he stated in a voice much stronger than you’d ever heard him speak in. He lifted his head and turned to look at you, his stare harsh. “I’m weak and naive.”

“What made you suddenly decide that, huh?” you asked him.

Yanan stared at you silently for a moment before quietly admitting, “You remind me of her.”

You already knew he meant the demon he loved. What other ‘her’ could it be? Your lips parted slightly, wanting to say something, but you couldn’t find any words. Your heart was fluttering, but you also felt bad about it. You didn’t want to be like somebody that hurt him, especially not somebody that made him think he had to change.

“So what?” you finally asked him. “What does me having to be like her have to do with anything? Do you expect me to love you if you change?”

“No, I just--” he sighed, running both hands through his hair as he pushed himself off of the bench and began pacing. “...I just don’t want the same thing to happen again. I don’t want to get fucked over.”

“You won’t,” you stated surely, standing up and grabbing one of Yanan’s hands without thinking. “Yanan, you are the only thing on this earth that I don’t hate, and if you change...” you just shook your head, not even wanting to think about that. “I’ll protect you from anything that tries to take advantage of you, okay?”

“Why?” he laughed dryly. “You were the one who went hard on me from the beginning, and now you’re suddenly going soft?”

“Because I love you, you big idiot!” you burst. “I’m the only one that gets to be blunt with you because I want to help you. And as somebody who wants to help you, and as somebody who likes you because you’re you, I don’t want you to change a single thing.”

Yanan froze, staring at you like he couldn’t believe you admitted all that -- and he couldn’t believe it. He thought you wouldn’t love him back, just like her. But he should’ve had hope things would be different because you weren’t completely like her anyway. You actually tried to help him and look out for him, and you never used him for your own gain. You were like her, yes, but you weren’t her.

Slowly, Yanan leaned in. Even with your confession, though, he was unsure if he could bring himself to kiss you. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves or fear or--

He couldn’t even consider what it was, because you had gripped his collar and brought his lips crashing down into yours. Your arms wrapped around him, keeping him close to you as his hands managed to find their way to your waist, settling there comfortably.

Surprisingly, you were the one to pull away, your cheeks flushed from showing affection toward the newest fallen angel. Yanan just laughed softly, keeping you held close to him.

“If I remembered that I could confess to you whenever I wanted without getting my wings ripped off, I would’ve told you I loved you a while ago,” he told you.

You just let out a sigh as you playfully rolled your eyes. You really hoped he’d never change.

[thotantics]

Hey ! Can you make a Sehun as a boyfriend post whenever you have the time :) thanks! I hope you’re having a great day/evening ! ♥️

hi hello he’s my babey and im a c t u a l l y working on my drafts again the rest of this week, and feeling in the mood for a sehun love fest so let’s do this

i think Sehun is absolutely one of those people who takes a while before he really opens up and is like his True self around you

he needs stability and feeling secure around people is something that is earned and worked for

once he decides you’re a person that he wants in his life and he’s willing to open up and be real with you, he’ll absolutely fight for his spot in your heart

he’s so SO good to you like right from the get go

he’s got rly great manners and if he has a crush on you omg lucky u the nicest sweetest handsomest boy in the world has a crush on u

will go out of his way to do nice things for you just at random

like buy you food or little presents

but he brushes all this off when you thank him like “hey nbd”

will be maybe too shy to like properly ask you out on a date and besides that, i think sehun will like “friend date” you for a while first?

meaning like he’ll just hang out and go out to eat and hang out at bars and just spend time with you without any like pressure on it

sometimes others are there, sometimes it’s just the two of you

but he always keeps the mood fun and comfortable

eventually it gets to the point that he’s not willing you share his time with you with anybody else, and you find less and less that anybody else is joining you when you go out on your friend dates

you might have the “what are we” sort of talk with him at one point but it’ll give him a good excuse to sort of smile and say something cheesy like “I was hoping we could be a couple” and u’ll just be like !!! ok !!!

when it’s official is when you realize the extent of how much sehun loves and trusts you because he makes sure to let you see it, feel it, KNOW it every single day

he confides in you

he comes to you when he’s happy, when he’s celebrating, when he’s sad, when he’s tired, he lets you in to see his soul and god, he’s so good, down to his core he’s a good fucking person

dating sehun would be a lot of fun too bc he’s a fun person to be around

he’s always making you laugh and you have about a million inside jokes together

like he probably has fun date ideas bc just going out to dinner or a movie is boring and you could do that any old day but amusement park dates? roller skate rink dates? cat cafe dates? air balloon dates? those are much more fun

he’s lowkey most of the time but when he has the free time and the will, he’ll plan something crazy fun that takes up the whole day and you always have a B L A S T

but he’s fine sitting at home teaching you to play fortnight or whatever the kids these days are playing

arguments are rare with sehun

like he might make some petty quip every once in a while and maybe bicker but it’s never anything serious

more in the vein of “maybe if somebody didn’t eat all the chips I wouldn’t have to eat their snacks”

if something major happens and you do end up in an argument, sehun shuts down. he’s quick to put up walls, to steel himself and hide his feelings

he’ll square his shoulders and keep his face neutral and you could be yelling at him to get mad to fight back with you but he’ll walk away before he yells at you

always the first to apologize, too, no matter who was in the wrong in the beginning, sehun’s sorry

he loves you so much and not even his own pride will put a strain on your relationship, he’ll make sure of it

occasionally you might go from lightly picking on one another to bickering and sehun will stifle it long before it gets out of hand and turns into a full blown argument

his go to is to apologize first and beg for forgiveness via kisses and his big hands gripping onto you tightly

NSFW from here

sex with sehun after even a little argument is so, so passionate

always missionary and his breath heavy against your skin, and he holds you so, so tight

but sehun holds you tight every time

if you’re fucking or making love, if his hands are free he’s holding you as tightly to him as possible

heavy handed, too, but he tries to be gentle (unless you moan for him to do it harder in which case he’ll be happy to)

like I imagine even his gentle touches just have such a weight to them, maybe it’s just bc he’s Big and Muscular that I picture his slightest touches can’t be feather light, but rather a gentle pressure if that makes sense?

like if he cradles your face he’s in charge of your whole face, if he’s got hold of your hips you aren’t going anywhere

his kisses are really deep and passionate, too

he fucks into your mouth with his tongue

loves hickeys and bruises, but don’t forget to put them on him, too

frequently gets scolded by managers and makeup artists bc he has obvious hickeys to hide but he’s weirdly proud of them

loves reverse cowgirl and various missionary positions

like your legs up on his shoulders is a favorite for both of you, because he can reach so so deep

speaking of i’m like 99% sure his is the biggest dick in all of exo so jot that down

thick and long, so he reaches deep inside and stretches you open real nicely too

adventurous and fun, he likes laughing during sex and unless you’re having “I missed you” sex or make up sex or st passionate, he might tickle you once or twice or mumble something ridiculous into your skin to make you giggle

also is definitely the type to blow raspberries on ur tummy when u think he’s going down on you

pins you down with his body on top of yours and grinds his hips down into you

lots of dry humping

lots of oral sex

lots of mutual masturbation

overall sehun would be a fucking amazing boyfriend - a sweetie pie, amazing in bed, very caring, mature, but still fun and goofy, a walking meme, an inspiration, pls cherish him forever

[unironicduncanstan]

hhh i got a huGE jackson lore dump below;;;

official age is 16 (i think most of the contestants are but yknow)

the setting i imagine him the most in is total drama island/season 1!

he has a single mom, shes a young hippie who had him when she was 17 (33 now). shes very supportive and loving

this sometimes backfires bc despite being a young mom shes just old enough that when she tries to be cool its more embarrassing than relatable. ie. jackson spill me the tea. the lgbtea. the mood. the worm. please, open up to me, fam. talking to your mom about your feelings is Lit. jackson you’re really snatching my wig

he figured out he was trans and started transitioning at around age 12, and his mom let him switch schools to find one that lets him identify how he wants and also as a fresh start

in the beginning hes not out to anybody but his mom and maybe 1 or 2 of his closest friends, by the end of the td season he feels comfortable not only with the rest of the campers knowing but being broadcast to the whole world as trans. im a dramatic gay who lov es lgbt self acceptance ar cs what can i sa y,

he owns a pair of brendon uries “ARE YOU NASTY?” shorts bc,,, ms Jackson,,,,

mom bought him these as soon as he chose his new name, of course

as i mentioned in the first post his personality is like mostly chill but with a competitive side described as [charlie day screeching sounds]

this is because he has adhd and he likes competition bc it lets him have a focus but the hyperactivity comes out majorlY

his habit of getting himself and others fired up is viewed as both a blessing and a curse by his teammates bc like yeah man win us a challenge but also [covers ears]

would be the guy that suggests they put on war paint to ‘get into the mood’ if theyre losing

he’s always the first to start cheering his team on

he has a huge phobia of water/drowning, to which noah is dismayed with because. “you’re on an island. surrounded by water. On a gameshow. With Chris Mcclean. What. Do you think. is going. To happen”  

he of course has to swim in a challenge and sinks like a rock

duncan grabs an oar and starts tryna get him to grab it while dj and owen are just yelling in fear that hes probably already dead. bridgette is the only one that thinks to jump in to grab him while the guys keep dicking around lmao

later when ppl do find out hes trans, the first person in the guy group to comfort him is geoff who goes “dont worry bro, its no big deal, i mean noahs gay-” and the camera zooms in on noahs face as he pretends to be shocked

duncans attempt at comfort is stating that nobody has the time to care about gender when theres a shit ton of money at stake. and that if anybody does care pummel them

owen is of course a ray of sunshine who always tries his best for his friends so his reaction is to just build him up with reasons why hes just like a ‘’’normal guy’’’ in his eyes. ie ‘well you wear boxers, you know how to fish, you can burp at least half the alphabet, that sounds like a guy to me’

dj is the most personally supportive one, they bond a lot over being i guess what you could call non conventional men? since dj embraces his lack of what most people consider to be masculinity

at first noahs like don t look at me like im your lgbt mentor just bc im gay but he absolutely becomes. the lgbt friend that jackson goes to for advice and kinship

when courtney and him become friends shes very adamant about reminding him to stretch/breathe in the binder and not fall asleep wearing it (bc he abs olutel y would and has)

him and bridge of course become allies after she saves his ass and gwen and cody just kinda work into his circle through other friends

assuming he doesnt win a season bc like. i gotta nerf him eventually right, his reaction is more calm than he expected considering how intense he gets about winning, it feels like a weight off his shoulders

he has absolutely no fear about going home and facing his peers now that hes out bc of the relationships hes formed on the island and what theyve taught him and im cryign in the club just thinking about it thansk fpr coming eveyrone,

[sandpapersnowman]

[PREACHER SECRET SANTA] i must be dreaming (or we’re onto something)

woo!! posting a little later in the day than expected but it is all in the name of Quality bc my gf has spent the last like 4 hours editing with me and she singlehandedly polished this stone into a Gem :’)

for the lovely @homelygrantaire who asked for ‘con artist cassidy/jesse/tulip’

it’s also on ao3 with proper tagging and links!

explicit, all fun and consensual, ot3!

This is the third hotel room they've been in since the talk happened, and they all came clean about their feelings and they all kissed it out.

But that's the furthest they've gone.

Yet.

"'Con artist' implies, like, betrayal," Cassidy says. "That's what 'con' stands for, y'know? 'Confidence'? Like, you gain someone's confidence, y'know, their trust, and then you fuck them over."

Tulip rolls her eyes.

"Okay, but it doesn't have to mean complicated shit," she replies. "If I tell someone they can trust me and I'll pay them back tomorrow, and then I don't, that's still a con."

"Sure, but what's artistry about that?" Cassidy scoffs. "That's, like, a con trick or something. Or just being a dick. Con art would be an elaborate plan to pay them back, and then paying part of it, but later they let you in their house to make a phone call and you steal a bunch of their shit."

"That's just robbery, Cass."

Cassidy thinks for a moment.

“Yeah, I guess it was,” he mutters, like he’s done that exact thing before. Of course he has. "Okay," he accepts, "what about this?"

He sits up on the motel couch and shuffles his ass to the edge; it's the position that means he's got it, the next thing he says is gonna be genius.

"The shell game," he says. "Or cups, or cards, or whatever. You put a ball under a cup and shuffle the cups around and have someone try to follow it."

"Yeah," Tulip says, "you let them win a couple times and then when you get them to make a bigger bet you swap out the ball without them seeing, or swap the card, or whatever."

"Yes! That's con art."

"Slapping some paper cups around is art but a good lie isn't?"

"I never said that," he says quickly, and points at her. "You know I love your lies.”

She snorts.

"Since when are you the expert on con artistry, anyway?" she asks. "Last I checked the only thing you were an expert of was getting on Jesse's nerves."

He snorts too, and, speak of the Devil, Jesse returns from a convenience store run.

"Jesse!" Cassidy barks. If he reels Jesse into the conversation first, he'll take his side, right? "Help us settle something."

Jesse sets the bags of microwave meals and alcohol on the big desk every motel always seems to have.

"One of these days," Jesse sighs, "you're going to run out of things to argue about, and I'm gonna come home to dead silence and have a stroke."

Cassidy and Tulip both snort, a mimicked, almost-identical sound that's arisen from spending so much time together, perfectly in sync, and Jesse smiles between the two of them.

"What is it now?"

He takes his jacket off and tosses it on the bed before he sits beside Tulip. Only one of her legs is hanging far enough off the end to touch the carpet, sitting with one crossed over the other.

"First of all, it's not an argument." She kisses him 'hello'.

Jesse freezes up against her.

He knows that Cassidy is in on this now, and none of them have any problems with it. It's great; it feels like all of his and Tulip's rough edges have been sanded down just enough for Cassidy to slot himself into their world. It's good.

But he's also more than aware that they've all been dancing around the actual sex part of all three of them being together. The way Tulip has brushed his hair back with her fingers and re-crossed her legs so her ankle catches his is just a bit too much contact for a 'hello'. It’s definitely instigating something.

He can feel Cassidy's eyes on them and that makes him blush more than Tulip's mouth does.

She finally pulls away, casual as can be, and returns to their conversation as though Jesse's not sitting on the edge of the bed with his fists in the sheets, looking halfway toward debauched.

"And second," she continues, voice as level as a gun to his head, "it's not a who's right, who's wrong thing, anyway."

Cassidy is smiling at them both with that big, lazy grin that shows all his teeth and looks dangerous if you can't catch the spark in his eye.

"Okay," Jesse says. "So what is it?"

Neither of them speaks. Glancing from one to the other again, he realizes that now they've both got the same expectant look.

"What?"

Cassidy scoffs. "Do I not get a kiss hello, Jess?"

Oh, the offense in his voice.

Jesse swallows. "Didn't know you wanted one," Jesse says, instead of 'you big dramatic baby' or 'you scheming fuckers' or 'I'll give you a lot more than a kiss if it'll wipe that smirk off your face'.

Cassidy stands smugly (and if anyone can be smug just by standing up, it's Cassidy) and puts himself at the end of the bed, his knees almost touching Jesse's. He isn't straddling him, or crowding between his legs, but the way Cassidy stands over him, waiting, says that he won't be bending down to kiss him until they get more comfortable.

Jesse chooses the less nerve-wracking option and slides his hands over Cassidy's thighs, slowly, and barely curls his fingers as though he'd like to pull him closer.

Cassidy follows the ghost of the motion, brings his knees up on either side of Jesse's hips as though he did go through with it, and Jesse breathes a shaky exhale when Cassidy settles his weight on his thighs.

"You alright?" Tulip asks quietly.

It's obvious now that this is a thing, something Tulip and Cassidy have both conspired about to ease Jesse into the thing without him having to directly address how bad he wants it. They know him and the second either of them pushes too far, they know he'll tell them to stop, but in a hundred years he'd never ask for any of it out of fear or anxiety or something).

"I'm good," Jesse whispers to her, but his eyes haven't left Cassidy's grinning mouth, unfamiliar lips thinner than Tulip's but equally inviting, screaming please, Jesse, kiss me.

Cassidy waits until Jesse's focus flicks back up to his eyes like he's asking permission, and then he closes the distance. Jesse's mouth is every bit as warm as he'd hoped, and after a few hesitant seconds, Cassidy tilts his head more to make it deeper, more involved, and Jesse groans into it.

They've kissed before, drunk or at Tulip's request or just a good morning peck on the cheek while they're both still too tired to overthink it -- but never with such blatant intent.

Cassidy's hands move from staying safely at his own sides to lightly hold onto Jesse's shoulders, and that is the right call because Jesse's hands press, up his thighs and then his hips and finally settle with one hand on his lower back and the other cradling his side. He’s holding him closer than they've ever been as he pulls Cassidy flush against his chest.

"Shit," Cassidy groans into his mouth.

Jesse feels cool fingers at the back of his neck, but they aren't Cassidy's. Tulip's fingers thread into the hair at the base of his skull and tug, not painfully but not gently. He lets her separate them so she can guide Jesse’s mouth back to hers.

He feels Cassidy's fingers next, his knuckles light over Jesse’s collarbone as he starts undoing shirt buttons.

Jesse continues kissing Tulip, but feels his way to Cassidy's front for the hem of his shirt -- nothing buttoned or tucked in like Jesse's, just a gaudy T-shirt he stole from the last laundromat they passed through, and when his hands move under it, Cassidy's hands move to meet his instead to help him get it off.

He had closed his eyes kissing Cassidy, and then Tulip, but he opens them and pulls back so he can take Cassidy in. He's seen him shirtless before, but never with an excuse to really look.

He can't help running his hands over Cassidy's tattoos while he looks at them; some seem much, much older than others, and he briefly wonders which is the oldest. Some are smooth, properly done so they don't leave scar tissue, and others are raised only enough to notice when you're running your fingers down them or rubbing a thumb softly along its edge.

"I like this," Cassidy says, breaking through his haze. "Sweet, speechless Jesse."

Jesse swallows against his dry throat and tries to laugh, but Cassidy is pushing him back so he can undo the rest of his shirt buttons.

He hesitates at the last of them, hands directly above Jesse's belt buckle.

"Do you want me to...?"

Cassidy runs a thumb over the smooth metal on his buckle. Do you want to go the rest of the way with this? Are you comfortable with that?

Jesse sits up on his elbows and looks down at himself, and where Cassidy’s hips meets his. It almost looks ridiculous because they’re both hard and still mostly-dressed, but he wants the image of them seared in his head.

He nods. Cassidy beams.

He opens Jesse’s pants and pushes them under his ass, and they both laugh when Cassidy has to shuffle completely off the bed to get them down over his feet. Cassidy takes his jeans off while he’s up, and God, Jesse can see half the detail of his dick through his thin, beat-up underwear. His face goes a few shades redder, and he covers it for a moment by pulling his undershirt off.

Cassidy is grinning at him when his shirt is discarded and he can see again. His grin redirects itself to Jesse’s left.

“Tulip?” he asks. “You joining us?”

Jesse had almost forgotten she was there, even with the weight dipping the bed in beside him.

“Jesse?” she asks. “Your call.”

“Yeah,” he says without hesitation. “Of course, if you want.”

She slides off the bed and turns her back to Cassidy, both of them now directly in front of Jesse and both looking like they want to eat him alive.

“Unzip me.”

Cassidy obeys easily, like he’s spent his whole life waiting to hear those words.

He ducks his head to kiss her cheek as he pulls her zipper, and something ugly and possessive rips through Jesse’s stomach out of habit, but then Tulip’s smile goes soft at him, and the feeling is forgotten in favor of heat.

“Slower,” Tulip whispers, and Cassidy obeys that, too.

His mouth moves down to her neck, kissing past her jaw and pecking under her ear as he makes his way to her collarbone. His hand stays on her zipper, almost to the end of its length, and the other rubs up her arm. His fingers tuck under one dress strap and help it fall, and his mouth follows that, too, open and wet over her shoulder and back up.

Cassidy’s fingertips distort the fabric at her sides as his hands slide under to help push her dress the rest of the way off.

(Is this the first time Cassidy has seen Tulip topless? Jesse imagines it can’t be, not with the constant close quarters lately, but like this? In this context?)

His hands slide over her ribs, prominent when she stretches back to lean into him. His fingers fit perfectly into the divots they make in her skin, thin and long like he could hold her lungs in place for her if she wanted him to.

The two of them are a vision together, both naked except for a pair of horrible bright green briefs and a pair of (definitely stolen, he remembers Tulip slipping them in her bag at a mall) deep blue lace panties. They have the kind of visual contrast he and Tulip have never had, Jesse always too tan for his hands to stand out so prominently on her skin. Similarly, he thinks the two of them are just differently built enough that Cassidy will look like even more of a noodle against Jesse’s thicker frame, he’ll have to lean down just enough to kiss him when they’re both upright.

Again, his and Tulip’s rough edges, huh?

“His fingers are fuckin’ cold,” she warns, and both the boys laugh. Jesse knows that already, from less intimate situations, but he appreciates the thought.

Cassidy gives her neck one last kiss, with a shaky scrape of his teeth that makes her shiver.

“Stop teasing,” Jesse groans without meaning to.

He doesn’t even know which of them he’s talking to.

“Go on,” Tulip tells Cassidy, over her shoulder, with a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Cassidy’s hands drag and hesitate to leave her skin, but return to Jesse’s like a magnet when he moves himself back up onto Jesse’s lap. There's something strikingly hot about Cassidy being so close that he can taste his breath while his dick is jammed up against his stomach.

"Hey," Cassidy says. The nerves in his voice aren't hidden, but he doesn't look like he’d bothered -- it's a good nervous. The kind of nervous that will fade into security and familiarity, and isn't that the sappiest fucking thing to think of while his hot new boyfriend is rubbing himself down onto his lap?

Jesse smiles. "What's the plan?" he asks, glancing at Tulip. She hasn't returned to the bed yet, and despite the brief moment of I can do this, he's not sure he can handle Cassidy one-on-one yet.

"The plan is relax," she chides. "You trust me. You trust him. Means you trust us."

She crawls forward to his side again and kisses his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and then her small hand is tipping his face up to hers so she can kiss him properly.

"We've got you, Jesse," she whispers.

Cassidy kisses the opposite corner of his mouth, the one Tulip didn't kiss, silently agreeing with her. He takes a shaky breath in, and it's even shakier out.

"Do you want to -- " Cassidy starts to ask, and rolls his hips down in a way that clarifies exactly what he's suggesting. "Y'know, you could -- "

"Not yet," Jesse answers quickly. "Not right now." God, one day. He'll fucking dream of the day he fucks Cassidy, but that isn't today. "Just hands, maybe?"

Cassidy nods and kisses him again. "You want me 'nd Tulip to both do it?"

That's the worst idea Cassidy has ever had, because Jesse holds back a moans at just the thought of them both, each with a hand on his dick and him watching both of them slicked up with lube and precum.

Watching himself spill over two sets of knuckles while they both kiss him stupid, hopefully.

"Jesus," he croaks. "Sure, yeah, if -- yes."

Tulip does something like a giggle beside him, and kisses his cheek again. "Yeah, Jess?" she asks, low and purposefully sultry. "You want both of us to jerk you off?"

His hips twitch into an involuntary grind against Cassidy, and his breath hitches the same as Jesse's.

"Yeah," he says again.

Tulip grins, the same dangerous show of teeth that she perfected when she got her braces off in 4th grade, and looks to Cassidy.

"Scoot."

Cassidy does as she says and slides himself more to Jesse’s right, slipping his knee between Jesse’s thighs to straddle just one.

He opens his legs more so Cassidy can comfortably settle back down, and Tulip mirrors his position over the other side of his lap. He's got the two most beautiful people on the planet in this hotel room, each straddling one of his thighs, and all he can think to say is a mindless, groaned-out "Fucking Christ, shit."

His hand twitches up to rub Cassidy through the single layer of cloth keeping his dick from being actually touching Jesse’s skin.

"Can I -- ?" Jesse starts to ask, but Cassidy is already nodding.

"Yeah."

Cassidy kisses him again as Jesse tentatively cups his hand around him. It’s not mindblowing -- Jesse has to get past the odd angle and all his nerves, first, but it’s something.

“You couldn’t have worn something cuter?” Tulip asks, referring to Cassidy’s God-awful, also-stolen underwear. “We could put CGI over those.”

“Sorry,” Cassidy says sarcastically, “I didn’t realize I needed to be dressed to the nines to sit on Jesse’s dick.”

There’s a split second where Tulip tenses, worried that Cassidy might freak Jesse out, but he gives a bark of laughter instead.

“They’re fine, Cassidy,” he says, and squeezes him through them with more confidence.

Cassidy bites his lip to shut himself up, but it doesn’t stop the flush spreading over his face.

Jesse’s other hand slides up Tulip’s thigh, and he gives her a quick kiss.

"Don't worry about me," Tulip sighs, even as she presses her hips forward.

“Shut up,” Jesse says good-naturedly, as he slides his hand between her legs. His fingertip pull lace back so he can slip his hand into her panties.

She rocks down against his fingers with a grin, and keeps rocking her hips -- he presses up for her, not dipping into her but giving her more pressure, more to use.

His attention starts to wane from Cassidy and focus on her, and she smacks his arm lightly when she notices.

“Jesse,” she scolds, “focus on Cassidy.”

He feels guilty that he can't multitask and actively get them both off, but Tulip's still moving her hips and he can feel how wet she is. As in most things, Tulip can handle herself.

“Fine,” he sighs, sounding exaggeratedly put-upon. His wrist already aches from holding the same tense position for Tulip to grind down on, but he wouldn’t care if it broke his wrist.

He kisses Cassidy again, and slides his hand up to his waistband as well. “Can I?” he asks again.

“Yes.”

Cassidy sits up higher on his knees so he can pull his briefs low enough for Jesse to touch him properly. While he does that, Jesse uses that time to really focus on Tulip.

She’s always been a hair trigger, and at times like this, where Cassidy is waiting on him too, he’s especially glad for it. She’s almost at the edge when Cassidy’s finally got his underwear down properly, and he admires her with Jesse while she shakes. She’ll need more than this, she’s always needed to cum two or three times to feel truly satisfied, but they can work on her again later.

She’s breathing out curses and her hand has moved to push Jesse’s harder against her when Cassidy leans over to help; he kisses her neck and up her jaw, while one of his hands starts roaming over her chest again to help give her just that little bit extra.

Jesse uses both hands, one still rubbing between her legs and the other sliding over her thigh and ass to help her shove forward into his fingers.

Tulip peaks with a strangled moan and Cassidy kisses her through it, scraping teeth over and over like flint against her skin.

Her whole body shakes as she dismounts Jesse’s thigh.

She falls down to his side, still panting. Jesse’s hand follows, sliding between her legs again to feel her, cum-slick and hot as the sun, and knowing that just because she can’t hold herself up anymore, that doesn’t quite mean she’s done.

They both ignore their own wants in favor of watching her, as she squeezes her eyes and legs shut while Jesse keeps stroking her. The new angle is easier on his wrist and allows him to press and push her further than she needs. As sensitive as she is now, moving his fingers too much would only hurt her, so he stills them and just lets her rock into his touch for those last few ruts she needs while her hands grip at the blankets with white knuckles.

Jesse’s hand is still trapped against her, making the pressure even worse, her body squirming like she can’t stand it. She reaches down to force his hand harder against her, still trying to get him closer, harder, more.

After a few more seconds, her hips stutter up one last time, hard enough she arches up off the bed, and she cries out one more overstimulated ”Fuck” before she collapses again.

She spreads her legs enough to push Jesse’s hand out of her underwear. He smiles at her.

“Jesus,” Cassidy groans against his cheek. The twitch in his cock that must be painful answers Jesse’s question of whether Cassidy and Tulip have gone this far yet.

Jesse lovingly squeezes Tulip’s thigh, a promise to finish up with Cassidy so they can join her all fucked up and half passed out. They smear tacky against her skin, but the lazy grin on her face says she doesn’t mind.

He tries to wipe his hand off on the blanket, but Cassidy catches his wrist before he can. He brings Jesse’s fingers to his mouth and licks at them, sucking the taste of Tulip’s wetness off and putting on a show for Jesse, gazing up at him like he wants a lot more than fingers in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck off,” he mutters, a pang of want hitting him at the same moment Cassidy’s mouth closes over a knuckle. Cassidy laughs around his finger and lets go.

“Come on,” he begs, rutting his hips up to push his cock through Jesse’s fingers again. Jesse wraps his fingers around him again, tighter, turning his full attention to him now, and stroking him feels as natural as breathing now that he’s gotten more used to it.

Cassidy pants against his mouth between kisses, but as Jesse keeps going, gets a little rougher, hand sounding a little more lewd as it moves, Cassidy can’t even keep up with that. He buries his face in Jesse’s neck and bites. Not hard enough to draw blood, he’s thankfully got slightly more self-control than that, but enough that it stings. Jesse pulls him closer and thrusts up against him too, because God, he wants Cassidy just as bad as Cassidy wants him right now.

Cassidy’s trying to swear against his skin, but Jesse can only make out the vowels and teeth of it. He catches something that sounds an awful lot like ”God, fuck, don’t stop”, though, and it’s only moments after that that Cassidy goes tense and spills himself over Jesse’s fist.

He keeps fucking up into Jesse’s hand as he cums even as Jesse loosens his grip, unsure of how sensitive he’ll be.

His teeth detach from Jesse’s neck, and he hears a long, satisfied ”God” on his pulse.

Jesse’s hand is gross, cum and sweat clinging to his skin, and that he wipes on the blanket. He’ll have to leave a better tip for housekeeping. Oops.

“We were supposed to be getting you off, Jess,” Cassidy finally says, still trying to catch his breath against Jesse’s neck.

“Sorry,” he sighs, certainly not sorry. He slides his hand around Cassidy’s waist and holds him there, arm slung around him. It’s strange; Cassidy is almost as cold as he usually is. Vampirism will do that, he guesses.

He’s still the hardest he’s ever been in his life, and Tulip has regained enough functioning thought to notice.

“C’mon,” Tulip says to Cassidy.

She’s wobbly as she sits back up, still barely shaking while she arranges herself so she can lean most of her weight on Jesse. Her hand slides over his hip and over his thigh, barely scratching her short nails over his skin. He’s still wearing underwear, and she tugs at the band to start pulling them down.

Cassidy barely moves; he stays on Jesse’s thigh, but lets his weight slide so he’s kneeling at Jesse’s side with a leg thrown over his. His face is still pressed against Jesse’s neck, though now it’s smeared sweaty and lazy over to his shoulder as he’s gotten more comfortable and limp against him.

“Tell us what you want, Jess,” Tulip says.

“Anything,” Jesse blurts out. “Just want you,” he sighs. It’s a general ‘you’, and he makes sure Cassidy knows that by squeezing him with the arm wrapped around his waist.

He feels Cassidy smile against his skin. He tucks his thumb into his waistband too, and they carefully maneuver his ratty white briefs down his thighs.

“Nice,” Cassidy says out loud. Jesse’s been leaking since Cassidy sunk his teeth into him.

“Right?” Tulip says. “At least he’s good for something.”

Jesse tries to laugh, tell her to shut up, maybe, but he’s already too overwhelmed to do much more than huff and put his arms around them both.

Tulip’s fingers wrap around him first, at the base of his cock, and Cassidy’s wrap around him above hers, and it’s… Hot... But awkward.

“Maybe -- “

“No, yeah, let’s -- “

“Yeah.”

Tulip and Cassidy wordlessly come to a solution, and then Jesse feels them thread their fingers over him.

His long-time girlfriend and brand new boyfriend are holding hands around his dick.

“Oh my God,” he moans, half because it’s ridiculous and half because it’s the hottest singular thing that has ever happened to him.

“That feel okay?” Cassidy asks.

“Yes,” he answers.

Their hands move slowly, a surreal kind of pressure that’s nowhere near what Jesse would need if it wasn’t the most incredible feeling, and probably the most emotionally climactic sex he’s had since him and Tulip got together for the first time.

He doesn’t last long at all -- between both of their hands around him and both of them tugging his head back so they can kiss at his neck, he’s amazed that he lasts as long as he does. It’s their hands stuttering against each other that pushes him over the edge, both trying to move faster for him but not managing the right rhythm.

He groans one last time into Cassidy’s hair, arms tight around both of them. He forces himself to watch, as much as he wants to shut his eyes against the feeling of it all washing over him. He doesn’t dribble over their fingers as much as he’d expected, too worked up and tense for it to come any softer than a slow gunshot up against his stomach.

He lays back, dragging them both down with him, and he tries to take deep breaths so he’ll stop seeing stars.

Tulip removes her hand, but Cassidy’s stays for just another moment, just a couple more admiring, overstimulating strokes that squeeze a few more fat drops out of him. His dick looks as spent as he feels.

The room seems too still while he’s dizzy from it all, and he’s just starting to feel like he can think again when Cassidy breaks the silence.

“Who’s getting the cum rag?”

“Gross,” Jesse groans, because that’s the worst thing to call it, even if it’s the most accurate. “Also, Tulip.”

Tulip groans too. “Why am I getting the cum rag?”

“Because you’ve had the most time to recover from sex brain. And the… The sex legs,” Cassidy explains, either agreeing with Jesse’s unspoken logic or just not wanting to be the one that has to get up. Jesse nods regardless.

Tulip groans again, but rises on shaky legs to go get it. Jesse barely hears the water running over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

She tosses it at them, her part done, and collapses back against Jesse.

Cassidy, the gentleman, wipes Jesse’s stomach off for him. He even sits up and tries to wipe his own dry jizz from where Jesse had smeared it on the blanket, as much as he can, and then tosses the washcloth back toward the bathroom.

Jesse pulls him down to lay next to him too.

"That's gotta count," Cassidy says, tucking himself under Jesse's arm. "He was confident making him go to the store wasn't a trap."

"But he got something out of it too," Tulip reminds him. "He didn't get ripped off, he got jerked off."

Cassidy and Jesse both snort, Cass with a proud "Good one!" and Jesse with a slightly disgusted but decidedly not-bitter "Gross."

"So a con would have been making him get us off, and then we just, like, didn’t get him off?" Cassidy looks up at Jesse with a snort. “He tried to do that anyway.”

Tulip snorts too.

“Just… Jesse can fuck off,” she says, like they’re not talking over his chest. “If he hadn’t been trying to do that and we’d just left the room or something, that would have been a con. Or something.”

She nuzzles her face down against his chest to get herself comfortable.

“I can’t think straight, who cares?”

Jesse and Cassidy laugh then.

“Is that what the argument was about?” Jesse asks. “What counts as a con?”

“It wasn’t an argument,” Cassidy and Tulip mumble in sync.

Cassidy turns so he’s more on his back, leaning on Jesse’s arm like a pillow and bringing his hand to his own chest to thread their fingers together.

Jesse kisses his temple.

Somehow, all tangled up, they sleep through the night.

[unavenged-robin]

Hi, i love your damijon fic, its everything! Can I ask for damijon where damian is shy of public affection but do it anyway bc jon want it

Thank you so much anon! I’m not sure this is what you had in mind, but.

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“Have you really never seen Pinocchio?”, Jon asks, looking up at him from his lap.

Damian doesn’t know how and when he managed to put his head there. It must’ve happened while he was busy arguing with Dick on why fourteen years old trained assassins should not be forced to watch Disney movies by their self appointed older brothers, or with Tim on who should be the one holding the popcorn bowl, or with Jason and his sideways jokes about becoming a real boy - which Damian didn’t really understood but offended him on a principle. (Movie nights always offers a wide variety of arguments).

“Have you really never seen a pillow?”, Damian mocks, looking down at him. “It doesn’t look like me, in case you were wondering.”

“Was not”, Jon answers with a smile.

Damian growls at him but doesn’t push him on the floor, and his lack of reaction earns him a curious glance from Tim, who’s currently sitting on the couch next to them, the bowl of popcorn in his hands and one of Kon’s long arm wrapped around his shoulders. Damian can feel the tips of his ears reddening under his brother’s stare, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the television screen while he waits for the teasing he knows is coming.

Surprisingly enough, Tim scrunches up the corners of his mouth in what could be described as a knowingly smile, but he doesn’t comment at all - which is kind of a first in Damian’s book, but he’s not going to question his fortune or Tim’s indisputable ulterior motives right now.

He settles back against the couch cushions and pretends to watch the animated nonsense along with Jon and their brothers, while in reality his attention keeps shifting on the solid weight of Jon’s head against his stomach and - a couple of minutes later, after Jon decides Damian’s definitely more comfortable than the couch itself - on the warm touch of Jon’s hands on his thighs.

Overall it’s not a displeasing feeling, and it’s not a totally improper contact either, but the unfamiliarity of the situation makes Damian too self-conscious about it.

Though, thinking about it, he shouldn’t be so surprised about Jon’s confidentiality. He learned long before tonight - and at his own expense - that Jon’s a very physical person with little to no regard altogether for such a basic concept as interpersonal distances.

And it’s not a new occurrence for him either, because even if most of his family members from both the Wayne and the Al Ghul side are immune to it, Grayson unfortunately suffers from the same disease and, to a lesser extent, Todd and Brown do too. They’ve all worn him out with hugs and hair ruffles and brotherly swats and many other unwanted displays of affection, so it’s not like Damian’s a total stranger to this whole touching business.

And it’s not even like he’s completely opposed or doesn’t care for it, quite the contrary actually - at least as far as Jon is involved. He just doesn’t understand why the touching must happen when they’re in front of other people.

Family, he understands. Father hugging him in front of his brothers is embarrassing, but in a soft way, because even if there are different degrees of intimacy between all of them, there’s the unspoken but still very solid agreement that they belong to the same household, and therefore to one another (again, with very different levels of ownership between them because there’s no way Damian would allow Drake or Todd or Brown to treat him with the same familiarity Grayson’s very hardly earned from him through the years).

Friends, he kind of understands. It took him a while to truly grab the concept of friendship altogether, but Colin and Maya helped a lot in rounding the corners of what it used to be, to him, only another word for minions. There are ties in friendships too, Damian’s learned, but they’re not as mutually mandatory as family ties are. You can claim a friend but then they have to choose if they want to claim you back or not, and they can also change their mind about it if you screw up. With friends, physical touch is of the brotherly kind - both Grayson-brotherly and Drake-brotherly, meaning that hugs and punches can both happen with the same person. (It’s a very complicate thing, having friends, and that’s why Damian has very few of them - they require a lot of time and maintenance, even more than pets).

Jon… Jon, he doesn’t understand at all. He thought he did, in the beginning, when all he wanted was a partner in crime - or in justice, as he repeatedly told to both Father and Superman to allay their concerns about him and Jon teaming up. But at some point their camaraderie changed into something else, something that’s more than friendship and less than family, and defining what, exactly, this new thing they have is it’s Damian’s current problem, because if he doesn’t have a name for it then he can’t do adequate researches to determine how whatever this is works and what its boundaries are. (And trust Jonathan Samuel Kent to make already complicated things even more complicated.)

“He always scared me when I was little”, the boy in question whispers, nodding at the screen and drawing Damian’s attention away from his metaphysical pondering and back on the television - and more precisely on the fat man with a black beard and a weird accent who’s currently occupying it.

“Why?”, he asks with a frown, after observing its ludicrous quips for a couple of seconds.

Jon only shrugs in response, but he curls up a little bit more in his lap and his fingers dig a little bit harder into the fabric of Damian’s cargo pants.

And it’s stupid, it’s totally stupid.

The movie, the characters, the very idea that someone - even someone as soft and mellow as Jon - could ever be scared of fictitious, simple-minded and stereotyped villains from children’s cartoon when there are so many real bad people in the world. And, of course, Jon is the stupidest thing of them all.

So there are really no good reasons for Damian to shift and drape an arm around Jon’s shoulder. There are no better reasons for Jon to fidget against him until he can actually reach back and take Damian’s hand in his own either. And there are definitely, absolutely no reasons at all for Damian to allow Jon’s awkward and sticky fingers to entangle with his own.

It happens anyway. Obviously.

And then Jon looks up at him again and smiles, grateful and happy and familiar, and for the split of a second, for an infinitesimal moment, for the longest, warmest instant of Damian’s night, well, it actually feels good.

Then, of course, he remembers that they’re not alone and that there’s no way his gesture went unnoticed by the others. Also, he knows he’s definitely blushing now, and he’s never been more grateful for the dim lights of the movie room.

He feels Tim and Kon’s eyes on them even before the damn clone boy reaches out his hand to give Damian’s hair a quick and good-hearted ruffle - an offense that in any other occasion would be washed in blood and kryptonite - and he knows, he simply knows that Tim’s smiling again, that stupid, obnoxious smile that practically begs to meet Damian’s knuckles, but if he jumps on these idiots right now he’ll attract everyone’s attention and no, that’s not what he wants nor what they deserve. He’ll settle this later, when no Superboy will be able to act as an alien shield for Drake against his righteous fury, and as for Kon-El himself, Damian’s more than positive he’ll be able to get Jon to help subdue him too.

Later.

For now he’ll just get comfortable, ignore everyone else’s opinion on a matter that doesn’t concern them in the first place and enjoy the rest of the night with the nice feeling of Jon’s hand in his own.

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

you know what who cares about clarity? have an incoherent ramble about pb, how she treats lemonhope, a couple parts about lemongrab, and proof that phlannel boxingday is the best Dad™ in the entirety of adventure time below the cut

I would die for phlannel boxingday he's so good for lh he is the Best father in the entire series and I almost cRied about it

there's a lot of shitty dads in advtime and a lot of dads that could do better but aren't like malevolent, and there's also phlannel, the best damn guy with the kindest fucking heart in the entire show, and he kills giant sentient birds for a living

Listen h

Wait am I about to cry rant about the one off character again

Yeah here goes he was so good he. I mean. I mean. He's so patient and understanding and gentle and lh nEEDS that h he was fucking broken up in his home and then pb spirited him away and put the fate of his entire family on his shoulders and treated him like he was Very Smart And The Chosen One But Would You Just Fucking TRY. and phlannel grabs him away and goes look. you're a good kid. and maybe you can save your family. but you can't beat yourself up over it, you can't put all that weight on your shoulders. you are able to go save them if you want but you are one of many champions in this world, and someone else will do it if you can't. and until then I'm going to keep you fed and clothed and be a person you can come to with anything, because I have no ulterior motives. I really literally don't. 

and every t ime he talks to him he talks low and gentle, he points things out like how he IS a smart kid he REALLY is he just learns differently, he doesn't force him to do anything he doesn't want to do like every other adult figure in his life has up to this point. he knows he has nightmares so obviously lh feels safe enough w him to talk to him about things like that, or he just pays attention and like. knows he keeps waking up screaming and instead of going "ha that's fine," he goes "kids shouldn't be waking up screaming so I'm going to keep an eye on it," he picks up on lh's concerns and gently tells him it isn't his fault when he drops things,

Like ok here's my thing. I know first impression pb is rly nice, yadda yadda I wrote a whole thing (didn’t post it tho lmao) abt how the Ugly Candy People seem to be the worse off ones and that might be her doing if it isn't just coincidence, and I don't feel like getting into that. but . here's my thing abt the lemonhope two parter and pb

Like first off I'm still pissed she put him in a Special School like. how transparent can you be. she's playing favorites and she's raising him for a specific purpose of being a champion. but it's not like, extracurricular champion school, bc she's clearly trying to also teach finn geometry. or maybe she's just. 

Idk but it seems really fucjibg phony. like. just set him up in a school where he can socialize and learn in an environment structured for teaching and socializing. I know lemon ppl don't Get Along With Others but like. singling him out is just. mmmmm don't like that

Anyways so that's one thing but like. she seems to be such! a nice and understanding lady right? she's soft and sweet and she's dangerous when she needs to be, but like. I know we all know she's kind of a dick and she monitors everyone in her kingdom closely to the point of creepiness, etc etc we know. but like. u know what really gets me in the lh two parter is just. how ......inconsiderate? she is maybe? 

like . yeah she wants to fix what went wrong (lg’s cannibalism and like tyranny etc). she can't or won't do it herself ('can't' meaning she's legally not allowed to, but what the fuck is lg gonna do to her? she can destroy him with a fucking flick of her wrist and literally the only person gaining anything from him locking up his kingdom on every legal level possible is himself if that, and we all know his earldom is quite literally overpopulated.So she has nothing but principle stopping her from barging in and demanding he stop, to protect all the other citizens he's hurting. He'll do anything she asks. like maybe once it got bad he wouldn't, maybe he started to realize she never cared about him and she never would, but honestly even if he did start to realize that, if she fucking walked in the door and said she needs to talk he'd be putty in her fingers. he'd listen and do everything she asks of him, and none of the lemon people are gonna fuvkinh stop her. they either know to fear her from lg or stories or experience, or they just know she's their boss's boss, so to speak, and would deliver her right to lg or just let her pass. Right? unless lg has them on orders to like. kill on sight or something. but those poor kids aren't any match for pb and pb's no idiot, she'd take backup or she'd straight up murder them. there's literally no reason for her to not go. she's gonna respect politics now? NOW? She's a fucjibg monolith and she does whatever the fuck she wants no matter what kingdom she's walking into, and now that her son is hurting every single person he's ever loved, NOW she decides she Can't Just Interfere? Fuck you) but uh since she can't/won't do it herself she needs lh to. ok. fine. But like. over and over she repeatedly treats him poorly, like...... like yeah ok she isn't Being Mean but. idk. you take a scared little kid out of his abusive family, then you repeatedly make him see what his siblings are going through now that he's gone, and tell him over and over that it's up to him to make them stop being hurt?

The lemon people are all just babies ? like ok they're not BABIES they're their own ppl but . but they're. so young of COURSE they believe what pb said and what lg2 said, that lh needs to come back for them; HE got away, so so can they, and he's gonna be the one to do it. They're poetic and tragic like the fire kingdom, but grittier and less pretty and performative. of course they'd latch onto the only hero they were given.

but like. to lh it was probably more like. this lady came and took me away from my family so they'd stop hurting me, but she left all my siblings behind, and now she's telling me I have to be the one to save them? lmao no you do it yourself. you did it once you can do it again.

so uh

so lh's adult interaction so far seems to have been like. 

wait was he one of the ones they made originally or is he a second gen lemon person/ someone lg2 made with lollipops like in that one fanfic 

assuming he was in the FIRST BATCH because I'm mean I guess, his adult interaction has been two people who adore me with all their hearts but can't figure out how to feed me-> probably some affection in here somewhere bc he had to get that harp from someplace -> guy who fucking electrocutes us and other guy who's too scared to stop him -> oh shit what the fuck -> lady who got me out of that situation but won't save my siblings and keeps pretending I'm someone I'm not

u know what, I think that's her whole problem

she made lg to be her heir, that's good, but he didn't act how she expected and she couldn't figure out how to support him, so she sent him away (much as I like to say she did it bc like. neddy was antisocial and scared of ppl too and he was ok if he was kept alone so maybe that was all lg wanted too,,,,, like there was still no reason to throw him at the very fucking edge of ooo aight. get him a house in the grasslands or something.). she tried to help him, realized she was making it worse and actually hurting him, so she tried to help again and it worked, bc all lg wanted was to be loved and not to be told over and over (symbolically) that he was REALLY unwanted, but still begrudgingly needed bc he's the only heir to the throne. so getting a friend who wouldn't hate him for who he was was all he wanted. so she did good and kinda let it be for a while. 

but he also really wanted his mothers love, and he tried to act like her so she'd appreciate him or even notice him. so he makes kids for her, he realizes this makes him and his brother happy (HAPPY), and can't stop doing it because he's alone with his brother and their newborn children and no one's telling them to stop. she fixes it, she lets it be.

He's still unwanted. she still hates him. she hates ppl who don't act how she wants them to. she HATES the duke of nuts whose only crime is eating her pudding (possible she hates him bc he's just So Good And Kind, too, and it's fishy), she clearly doesn't treat all her citizens equally (do you see how trashed some of the backstreets are? I mean maybe people are just smashing them faster than she can fix them, but like. I don't know. I don't feel good about it.), she won't fucking talk to the literal heir to her throne (i don’t thiiink he’s been replaced yet?) except when he makes a mess and needs someone to help him fix it. and then she does it as minimally as possible. she sends fnj to fix it or smth. she just. Really wants nothing to do with her failures I guess. maybe that's it. he woke up screaming and needing things other candy people don't need, and she called him her own personal failing. maybe she feels like she let him down by not making him so he could be happy in her kingdom. maybe she blames herself but instead of working with him and supporting him, she gives him anything he asks for and otherwise avoids contact with him like the plague. 

Anyways so what she wanted was a cute, competent candy person to take her throne right? and she goes to his kingdom and she wanders around and like. no one here is her kind of normal. they're all ugly and deformed and squawky and everything's yellow. and to lg and lg everything is BEAUTIFUL, those are their beloved babies that they risked their lives to have, but she doesn't know that, she just knows that MAN those lgs are weird, and when I try to help them, they get mad and lash out at me.

by her first failed experiment she means the first one that made her feel like she was capable of making mistakes that ruin lives. like even if we call that one comic canon, with that Sweet Pink Goop she made before lg, that goop didn’t seem sentient, let alone capable of feeling the consequences of being alive and different from the other candy people

she looks around and she tries to figure out what she doesn't understand. right? in too old. like maybe getting away from them and looking around their house will give her insight into why her heir won't just act like her, won't just be normal and quiet and do what she expects people to do, why she can't figure out how to help him without making him angry (and scared and hurt), figure out what it is HE expects, because he's a person too.

And she finds someone who ISN'T deformed or ugly or weird, she finds someone who honestly wouldn't be out of place (looks wise) in her candy kingdom. and he's bemoaning his unfair treatment and he's dressed in rags and he's alone and he's young and he's talented. 

And he's what she meant to make in the first place. Someone soft and cute, but with whatever traits she'd been looking for in an heir, presumably. someone who can rule a kingdom decently in her place, even better than her, i have my own hcs about that lmao. he’s someone who doesn't flinch when she touches his shoulder, who doesn't have such a cold stare, or such a shrill and uninviting voice. he's small and he's young and he's soft and he's talented and he's being mistreated

and like. she saw other kids getting publicly electrocuted and she saw lg hitting his brother and she saw the fucking evidence of really violent mistreatment, and she went ":/" until she saw someone who she could sympathize with.

and lh isn't who she thinks he is. He's a lemon person, he's Lemongrab's son (or... grandson or like. nephew. I don't know. young relative or like juvenile member of his species.) he's not a candy person, but he looks like one. he's symmetrical and visually healthy. so she gets maternal and concerned, because now it doesn't look like lg's hurting people she doesn't want to even look at let alone worry about (asshole). now to her it looks like he's neglecting and harming a young kid. And they're all young kids, they're all pretty new, they're all people and they're all being hurt. but she can't bring herself to care what he does so long as he’s hurting people she doesn’t care about, that's his business; when she gets involved he threatens to kill her or he upsets her people or whatever. but when she sees someone who looks like a person, who looks like a person of hers, who looks like a kid and who looks like a healthy kid being abused (chubby and healthy but tattered and shock collared and locked in a bathroom, as opposed to like. another lemon person walking around in nice clothes and a shock collar) she gets him out

and she plays on his feelings, she goes, you're the kid I always expected to raise. you're the kid I was supposed to raise to become a shining champion of my kingdom. I made lg, and he turned out wrong and I dropped him as far off the face of the earth as I could, and now I have Finn to be my champion. but you, you need to be great, still. you need to be my shining star. You need to go back and do what lg2 told you to do in his Fuvking Dying Breaths, because like, suddenly me and him are on the same page I guess. 

I don't super blame lg2 for putting all that on lh's shoulders tbh. He's not much older than the kids, really, and like I said, they're all poetic and tragic. and lg2 was getting eaten too so like can you really blame him for anything at that pt. he doesn't know pb really, all his interactions with her were probably Not Bad but lg hates her and would also do anything for her so lg2 probably hates her a little by association. You're the one who hurt my brother and hurt him and hurt him and hurt him, why should I trust you to come get my children away from a dangerous situation? how do I even know if you consider this a dangerous situation? glob for all he knows she electrocutes her people too when they don't please her. for all he knows this is normal.

actually no I give him more credit than that. he might not know if pb considers it normal or not but the fact that lg fucking destroys his spirit when just months ago he was telling him he was the best thing in his entire life, yeah, he knows hurting your kids isn't normal, he knows hurting your life partner isn't normal, he knows maybe how lg came to this conclusion, but he won't tolerate it if he can help it

Anyways I love him?

so in conclusion pb treats lh like he's a candy person when he's NOT, and phlannel boxingday is the absolute purest most wholesome character to ever walk into that fucjibg TV series and he's the only one who treats lh the way he needs to be treated - like a person, like a smart person, like a person who's been abused and been put on a pedestal, like a person with his own needs and experiences that are different from maybe what you'd expect or wish. That's my conclusion. It's 11 fucking pm I need my dam slEEP

real quick summary bc I think I see where I was trying to go with this long ramble: pb's inconsiderate in that she treats him like a gifted candy person, not a gifted lemon person, let alone just a scared little kid who's been really neglected and abused. she at least seems to just kinda ignore the whole thing where he gets defensive and... grabby? idk bc he grew up in a house where he was hungry and ignored and hurt

idk

you give a kid who was raised in a house where he's always hungry and competing with his siblings for food two cupcakes do you really think he's going to share them

especially when it's very clear that you have many cupcakes

do you really think so

also just. if we go w saying a LOT of lg's quirks come from him parroting how pb treated him, idk she just. doesn't do a great job of not treating lh the same way. sure she apologizes when she calls him unacceptable but still I get the feeling she treats him more like lg did than she'd like to think.