#dick thread: finally bonding

[dramatisperscnae]

@messeduphood [x]

"Seriously? At least wine me first, bitch," Jason Todd muttered under his breath as he found himself locked in a fierce battle with Dick Grayson. The tension crackled in the air, each blow exchanged fueling their rivalry. As the fight raged on, Jason's back pressed against the unforgiving ground, pinned beneath Dick's weight. The pain surged through his body, but Jason refused to let it break his focus. Summoning every ounce of his physical prowess and mental fortitude, Jason's muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring. The anticipation built as he prepared to strike, channeling the power of a cobra ready to strike its prey. Then, with an explosive burst of strength, Jason arched his body forcefully, mirroring the lethal grace of a cobra in motion. His goal was clear: to catch Dick off guard, pushing him against the wall with a force that would leave him reeling. The element of surprise was on Jason's side as he propelled himself off the ground, his muscles screaming with exertion. The maneuver was audacious, an audacious attempt to gain the upper hand and assert his dominance. In that moment, the clash of their bodies against the wall echoed the intensity of their rivalry. Jason's unyielding determination and calculated moves sent a clear message to Dick: he was not one to be underestimated.

Sparring with Jason was always a test. Big as he was, it was easy even for Dick to forget just how fast Jason was. Most bruisers on the streets weren't all that quick, either in thought or in body, but Jason? Jason was fast. Almost as fast as Dick himself. The one thing Dick had to his advantage was his agility, and even that wasn't always enough.

That was why he hadn't been able to help the grin when he'd finally pinned Jason down, astride the other's waist, mind already working on how to keep him down. If he couldn't think of something fast, Jason was going to break free. Dick might be strong in his own right, but Jason was a goddamn wall of muscle; in a test of pure strength, Jason was going to win.

Okay. So count on him breaking free and use that to some advantage. Dick shifted, unable to help the grin as he tried to get his feet under him enough to be ready without sacrificing any of his hold on Jason. A tricky order, that, and one he didn't quite manage; when Jason bucked, Dick went flying.

He had managed to get some traction, but not enough to actually steer himself; the wall knocked the breath out of him long enough for Jason to be on his feet and against him. Not that he planned on surrendering just yet; it would take more than this for Dick Grayson to throw in the towel. This was half of why he enjoyed sparring Jason, after all; it kept him on his toes. Underestimating Jason Todd wasn't something anyone did more than once.

Dick braced himself against the wall, considering which angle to try for in his own attempt at escape. Going straight forward was just stupid, given he currently had a 6'4" wall of muscle blocking his path, but trying for an angle? That he could do. Just as soon as he found a good opening for it.

[iydiamartinx]

UNEXPECTED GUESTS IV

jason x reader, platonic!damian wayne, ft. batfam

divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto & @omi-resources word count: 2k synopsis: Jason’s secret relationship is discovered by Damian—who keeps showing up uninvited. Jason’s patience is tested, popcorn is made, but at least Damian brought cinnamon rolls. a/n: Here it is! The final part! Hope Y'all enjoyed! Also I hope I got everyone who asked to be on the tag list, if I missed you I am so sorry!

Bruce lifted a brow at the sound of heavy footsteps and the sight of Jason sauntering into the manor kitchen, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder like he owned the place.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, pausing mid-bite, fork suspended halfway to his mouth.

Jason didn’t break stride. “Gee, thanks for the warm welcome,” he drawled, dropping the duffle beside a chair with a solid thud.

Bruce sighed, setting down his utensils. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just you have your own place.”

Jason shrugged, nonchalant. “Maybe I just felt like spending some quality time with dear old Dad.”

Bruce’s gaze narrowed, eyes flicking over him like a scanner calibrating for irregularities. Jason was calm. Casual. Civil. Voluntarily in the manor. Something was wrong.

Jason would rather set himself on fire than willingly spend an evening under Bruce’s roof. He was being too… not-Jason. Polite, even. Pleasant. 

Clone? Possibly. Cyborg? Wouldn’t be the first time. A mind-wiped doppelgänger sent to spy on the family?

Then it hit him.

He paused in growing horror…

Did he finally kill the Joker?

Was that why he was in a good mood?

Bruce stared at him. Jason just blinked back innocently, which only made it worse.

No, something was definitely wrong.

“He’s lying,” came a voice from the doorway, smooth and amused.

Dick entered, mug of tea in hand and an unbothered grin on his face. “It’s because everyone’s crashing at his place.”

Now that he mentioned it, the manor had been suspiciously quiet lately.

Bruce glanced between them. “Why?”

Jason froze, his posture stiffening like someone expecting a sniper shot. His eyes flicked to Dick, silently warning him to shut up.

Dick, of course, did not. If anything, his grin widened.

Bruce’s gaze sharpened. “Why?” he repeated.

Jason shot Dick a glare, the kind that promised swift and bloody vengeance, but the little shit was immune. He grinned wider, practically radiating delight.

“Oh, because of his girlfriend,” Dick said, drawing out the word with far too much delight.

It had been unspoken—agreed upon, even—that whatever chaos was unfolding at Jason’s apartment stayed there. The last thing he needed was his personal life dragged into the manor spotlight and have Bruce interrogating his girlfriend. He was already hanging on to his sanity by the thinnest of threads.

But Dick had two fatal weaknesses: an insatiable love for family bonding… and a disturbing amount of joy in watching Jason suffer.

“You should see him at home,” Dick went on, far too pleased with himself. “Total domestic bliss. Folding laundry. Cooking dinner. It’s like watching a lion try to do ballet.”

“Shut the fuck up, dickhead,” Jason snapped, his voice a low snarl.

Bruce paused, fork halfway to his mouth.

The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a Batarang.

Very slowly—deliberately—Bruce looked up. His eyes locked on Jason.

Jason had a what?

Before anyone could speak, Alfred appeared beside Dick with the poise of a man who had seen war, death, and teenage Bruce Wayne at his most dramatic—and had emerged utterly unshaken.

“Master Jason is bringing her for dinner, of course,” Alfred said, smooth as ever, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Master Jason is not!” Jason barked, visibly horrified.

Alfred raised a brow. 

Finding out you’d been invited to dinner at Wayne Manor wasn’t exactly a shock. If anything, you’d been expecting it. Most of the family already knew you—had dropped by Jason’s place uninvited enough times that introductions were inevitable. It was only a matter of time before Bruce caught wind of your existence too.

What surprised you more was how not nervous you felt.

Jason, on the other hand, looked like he was mentally preparing for battle.

As the iron gates of Wayne Manor creaked open, you watched him through the passenger-side mirror. Your six-foot-two, weapons-grade boyfriend was pacing beside the car like a man about to face execution. His hair was a mess—freshly wrecked from his own anxious hands—and while the tousled look worked unfairly well for him, it didn’t do much to hide the storm brewing behind his eyes.

“Just… don’t let them suck you into anything,” he muttered, half to himself, half to the universe. “Don’t be too funny. Or too smart.”

You arched a brow. “So… you want me to be dislikable?”

“What? No! I mean—maybe? I don’t know!” he snapped, throwing his arms up. “If you are, maybe they’ll finally stop showing up at my place uninvited. But I don’t want them to hate you either.”

He paused, then groaned. “God. Don’t mention cinnamon rolls. Damian’s still holding a grudge because I ate the last batch.”

You laughed. “Of course he is.”

Jason stopped pacing only long enough to glare at the front door like it personally offended him. “Just… don’t be nervous. We’ll be in and out. Quick and painless.”

You blinked slowly. “Jason. I’m not nervous. You’re the one spiraling.”

By this point, you weren’t even sure he realized what he was saying anymore. He was just venting aloud—burning nervous energy like a fuse inching toward a powder keg.

With a soft breath of amusement, you stepped into his path, catching his hand in yours before he could wear a trench into the manor’s immaculate brickwork.

“Babe,” you said, gently squeezing his fingers. “I’m fine. I got this. You’re the only one falling apart here.”

So you reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It was brief—grounding—but it worked. His shoulders dropped an inch, the rigid line of his jaw easing ever so slightly.

When you pulled back, you were already smiling. You laced your fingers through his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Ready?” you asked.

Jason exhaled, long and slow, like he was about to walk into enemy territory. Which, for him, wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

“Fuck no.”

Alfred greeted you at the door with the warmth of a man welcoming a long-lost friend.

“Miss Y/N,” he said, voice smooth with genuine affection. “We’re delighted to have you.”

You barely had time to smile before Damian appeared—materialized really—at your side.

“You’re sitting next to me.”

You blinked. “Hello to you too,” you said dryly.

He didn’t acknowledge it. His attention was already on the dining table as he pulled out a chair for you with the gravity of someone bestowing a great honour.

 “What? No! That’s my girlfriend, demon spawn.” Jason snapped. 

Damian didn’t even flinch. He turned to Jason with a droll look, sharp and effortless. “And I pity her for that fact every day.”

You muffled a snort behind your hand and slid gracefully into the offered seat.

“Thank you, Damian,” you said, smoothing your napkin onto your lap with a smirk. Then, with mock innocence, you patted the open chair on your other side. “There’s still one free spot left.”

Jason moved toward it—clearly ready to reclaim his territory—only for Dick to slide in smoothly at the last second.

“Y/N!” Dick beamed, overly bright, already leaning his elbow on the back of your chair like he belonged there.

Jason’s jaw ticked. “Oh no you don’t, Dickhead.”

With all the grace of a man well-versed in brotherly warfare, he hauled Dick up by the collar and dragged him out of the seat with zero ceremony.

“Hey!” Dick protested, arms flailing like a cat being relocated. But Jason was already dropping into the seat beside you, triumphant.

Dick slunk across the table with a wounded pout, muttering something about uncalled-for violence.

You raised a brow at your boyfriend. “You know we practically live together. You see me every day.”

Jason scowled. “So do these assholes. They break into my apartment every day.”

Damian arched a brow from your other side, utterly unbothered. “Careful, Todd. Green isn’t your color.”

Dinner was… everything Jason feared.

Tim asked how you two met—twice—just to watch Jason twitch with increasing irritation.

Stephanie demanded relationship details with the energy of a late-night talk show host, bouncing in her seat as she eagerly listened to answer her questions.

Cass watched you in silence, head tilted with a quiet, steady kind of approval. She didn’t need words. She’d already decided she liked you.

And Dick?

Dick was the worst.

He had a seemingly endless supply of Jason’s most humiliating childhood stories, and he recited them with theatrical flair, smirking each time your laughter made Jason’s eye twitch.

Meanwhile, Bruce sat at the head of the table like a statue carved from shadow and marble. He didn’t speak much—hardly at all, in fact—he mostly just watched. His gaze never drifted far from you, sharp and evaluating, like he was measuring you against an invisible checklist. Determining whether you were worthy of his son.

Eventually, between the second course and murmured side conversations, Bruce set down his glass with a soft clink against the china.

“Y/N.”

Jason stiffened like someone had pulled a gun on him. You felt it in the sharp shift of his knee against yours beneath the table. Without looking, you placed a calming hand there.

Jason’s fork paused mid-air. “Bruce…”

You didn’t flinch. You turned to meet his gaze, calmly. “Yes?”

Bruce didn’t blink. “You’ve been with Jason for how long?”

“Almost a year,” you answered easily. “Give or take a few near-death experiences.”

Dick leaned back in his chair with a grin. “That’s basically a vow renewal in this family.”

Bruce continued, tone even. “And you know.”

It wasn’t phrased like a question. You nodded anyway. “Didn’t take long.”

“You stayed.”

“I did.”

Jason muttered, “Why does this feel like a background check with extra judgment?”

Bruce studied you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. “You’re aware of the risks.”

“I’ve had them explained,” you said dryly. “Repeatedly. With charts.”

Tim snorted into his drink. “Please tell me one of them was color-coded.”

“That was mine,” Damian muttered, arms crossed.

That earned the smallest twitch at the corner of Bruce’s mouth. It wasn’t often anyone got Damian’s seal of approval. 

Bruce went quiet for a moment, and the weight of his silence settled over the table. He studied you like a strategist surveying a battlefield.

Finally, he spoke. “You’re either incredibly brave… or incredibly foolish.”

You shrugged, unbothered. “Probably both. It’s part of the application process, right?”

Cass smiled behind her teacup. Steph stared at you with wide, glittering eyes and whispered to Jason, “Marry her.”

At that, something flickered in Bruce’s expression—approval, maybe. Something harder to name. Something deeper.

He nodded once, almost to himself. “You’ll be here for Sunday dinners moving forward.”

Jason nearly choked on his drink. “Are you serious?”

You ignored him, smiling sweetly. “Of course.”

“Babe!”

You patted his thigh. “Ignore him. We’ll be there.”

Dick leaned over, grinning at Jason’s dramatics. “Wow. He likes her more than he likes you.”

Bruce didn’t answer.

Which, of course, meant: yes.

After dinner, Alfred insisted on tea.

Damian insisted on sitting next to you again—claimed it was “for tactical proximity,” though he was clearly just making sure no one else got the seat first.

Stephanie suggested you move into the manor under the guise of “Jason’s health,” citing stress levels and his lack of basic nutrition, and how beneficial it would be for the two of you two live here. Cass offered you her bedroom if the “shoebox you’re living in” ever became unbearable. Tim asked if you could cook, already planning meal rotations. And Dick—of course—invited you to game night next week with a wink and a warning: “Lose to Damian at your own risk.”

Jason looked like he was developing a migraine.

He sat beside you on the long couch in the grand living room, shoulders hunched like a man awaiting trial. Laughter echoed around the walls—walls he used to call cold and empty. 

Now they rang with bickering, teasing, warmth.

You nudged him gently with your elbow, barely hiding your smile. “Still want to fake my death and move to the Alps?”

Jason glanced at you.

Then at Damian, practically glued to your side like an emotionally constipated barnacle.

Then at Tim, who was deep in concentration trying to download your favorite show onto the Batcomputer, muttering about file formats and codec errors.

Then at Bruce—stoic, silent Bruce—watching his family with a small, unmistakable smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Jason sighed. A long, suffering sound, that was too dramatic to be sincere.

“…Yes.”

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[spiderb00bs]

- DAMN RIGHT

Jenna Ortega x Reader

"Jenna just wanted you to beg for her"

Genre - smut 18+ MDNI Warning - strap referred to as your dick

Now Playing - Dawn Right, by JENNIE ft. Childish Gambino & Kali Uchis

"Let me do my thing, make you hear the angels sing"

“baby, please…” You begged, swallowing as you felt the sweat dripping down your forehead.

Jenna's hands were running through your muscles, it was almost as if she was trying to map your entire body. Your hands were raised above your head, tied to the headboard of the bed - with the tie you had worn earlier that night - that you shared with your girlfriend. Jenna ran her nails down your biceps, down until her hands were on your breasts.

When you received an invitation from your girlfriend to accompany her to the screening of her new movie, you imagined that the evening would be a bang, but not in this sense. You weren't complaining, of course not. You didn't complain when Jenna started caressing your thigh in the middle of the movie, you didn't complain when Jenna pulled you into the car as quickly as possible, and you certainly didn't complain when she got on top of you.

But you knew your girlfriend better than anyone, you knew she had a real thing for making you beg, and of course she was going to make you get on your knees for her tonight. The leather of the strap rubbed perfectly against your clit, and every time the brunette rolled on top of you, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. But it would never be enough.

You wanted it all.

“Please what, baby? Let me hear you…” The smile on your girlfriend's face made you whimper, you knew she was going to make you suffer in the most pleasurable way possible.

But Jenna's hands caressed your breasts, teasing the nipples from time to time. The smile on her lips was beautiful, and for a moment all you could think about was how that woman had you in the palm of her hand.

“Baby, let me touch you! Please!” You begged, pulling at the restraints, making red marks start to appear on your wrists.

Laughing at your desperation, Jenna moved her hips harder, making you moan. “Do you want to touch me, mi amor?”

“Fuck, yes!” you gasped. Jenna leaned in and captured your lips in a lust-filled kiss.

The feel of Jenna's hips rolling on top of you, along with the feel of her hands caressing your tits made you feel like you were in heaven. Her lips were soft as a cloud and you couldn't even feel her untying you. When she pulled away from the kiss, a thread of saliva left the two of you connected, breaking only when Jenna smiled proudly at you.

“Do your best, baby.”

Realizing that you were finally free of your bonds, you quickly grabbed your girlfriend's waist. Your arms lifted the woman slightly off you, without taking your cock out of her, only for you to slam into her all the way back. Jenna opened her mouth in a silent moan, lying on your shoulder and scratching your back as if her life depended on it.

“Fuck baby! So deep, I can feel you so deep inside me!” Hearing that made your ears perk up, causing you to start pounding into your girlfriend at an unbelievable pace.

The muscles in your abs ached, your arms ached from holding Jenna for so long, and your back ached from the scratches - which probably oozed blood - that your girlfriend was making on your back. The material of the strap stimulated your clit perfectly, and you moaned along with your girlfriend.

“Baby, I'm gonna cum!” You said, holding Jenna tighter in your arms, hugging her small body as you tried not to stop the movements with exhaustion.

“Me too baby!” Taking her head off your shoulder, the woman looked into your eyes, lifting her hand and brushing your hair out of your eyes. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and tears - probably from the stimulation - began to well up in them.

“Fuck!” Going faster and harder, you and Jenna screamed together, thanking the gods that you had your own house, where no one would complain about the noise.

Jenna's body began to spasm, as did yours. You could feel your orgasm leaking into the leather of the girdle, while you could see your girlfriend's juices pooling around the strap.

Lying on the bed, with the woman still on top of you, you let Jenna breathe, nestling into your chest. Kissing the top of her head, you stroked the brunette's hair, making her relax completely - although some spasms were still present.

“I'm so proud of you, my star.”

“I love you!”

“I love you more, Jenna.”

Hello everyone. I'm just posting this 'cause after the exams I had a severe creative block. I'm still recovering, but I wrote this with the help of my obsessions.

Jenna and Jennie.

Jenna is looking amazing at the premieres of her new movie, and Jennie just released one of the best albums I've heard this year. So why not put the two of them together and make something for you?!

Anyway, that's it. Drink water and stay safe

xoxo, spider.

[cheolaholic]

bonded love; jww (bty - patreon exclusive bonus teaser)

summary; Now with twins and a wonderful husband, your dreams of a perfect family was just that - perfect. That is... until your husband enters an early rut.

a/b/o universe • mafia au • arranged marriage • fluff, smut

pairing; jeon wonwoo x fem! reader | wc; 5.1k (teaser is 288) | rating; 18+ explicit nsfw

contains; alpha! wonwoo, omega! reader, alpha! twins (yes, you read that right), mentions of JxW, wonwoo wears glasses, simp! wonwoo, paris fashion week, reader walks a runway, cute family moment, wonwoo refers to reader as ‘my wife’, jeonghan being jeonghan and poking at wonwoo

mature/trigger warnings; dom! wonwoo, sub! reader, big dick! wonwoo, wonwoo being thrown into an early rut because his omega wore a dress he made for her, creampies, squirting, fingering, doggystyle, biting/marking kink, knotting, aftercare, mentions of rut suppressants

petnames; his (Nonu, Alpha), hers (Babydoll, My Sweet Omega)

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When you walked, the screen behind you displayed the designer and the room fell into stunned silence. 

JWW – Fait Pour Elle

They weren’t staring because you were beautiful, though you were.

They weren’t whispering because the dress was flawless, though it was.

They were whispering because he had made it.

Gasps echoed softly through the audience, heads turning, eyes locked. No one was looking at their phones. No one dared to blink.

“The Jeon Wonwoo designed that?”

“But, he never made dresses. That was always Jeonghan’s thing, wasn't it?”

“Haven’t you heard? That’s Jeon Wonwoo’s wife.”

“His mate.”

It spread quickly, The realisation. The awe. The understanding.

Jeon Wonwoo never designed gowns. He was known for his structured, clean menswear – subtle, powerful, precise. Dresses were always Jeonghan’s territory, always fluid, expressive, romantic.

But, the dress you wore out on the runway was more than just a deviation from his norm.

It was a declaration.

Wonwoo knows the saying that a designer’s love for his work is evident in the final piece.

And tonight, not only did the world witness his love for his work, for his design – they also witnessed his love for you.

Because the dress itself was a confession, that it was made only for you.

Each movement made the dress reveal something quiet and tender, the slight flare of the train that shimmered like moonlight trailing behind you; how the back dipped just low enough to feel like a secret only someone madly in love would dare to show. If one were to look close enough, the hand-stitched hem spelled out a single word over and over in tiny, almost imperceptible thread.

Yours.

You were wearing more than just a dress.

You wore his love.

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[clockwayswrites]

Ficleting Together Start:

cw: internalized abelism as issues with therapy and mental help, injury

Jason had an imaginary friend. He hadn't always. He wasn't like most children who had one when they were just learning to understand the world around them. He hadn't even had one on the streets when he was so desperately lonely for anyone to offer him kindness. No, Jason hadn't had one until he had become Robin— until he had become magic.

He didn't actually think his friend was so imaginary.

Bruce and Dick did, though. It was actually the first conversation that they had that didn’t end in shouting in months. Jason had listened to the whole thing through a vent on the other side of Bruce’s study. There were concerns of him regressing. Apparently it was something that could happen to traumatized— and fuck he hated that word, traumatized— children when they finally got somewhere safe.

Dick thought Jason would benefit from therapy. Worse, Bruce agreed. It turned out that went Jason took part in the shouting match it could be so much worse.

“I’m not crazy! I don’t need to see a fucking therapist!” Jason screamed.

He wasn’t helping his case, he knew that. But he wasn’t crazy! They couldn’t lock him up. He wasn’t crazy. It already felt like he was locked up. The study felt suddenly small. The lights too bright. The furniture too big. Bruce and Dick were too big.

“Jay-lad, that’s not what we’re saying,” Bruce tried.

“I’m not talking any pills!”

“No one is talking pills, Jay,” Dick said. He stepped forward, reaching a hand out.

It would be comforting. Jason knew that. Dick’s touch was always comforting.

He gave great hugs.

He wasn’t like—

Jason ran.

Jason bolted out of the room and past Alfred and out the door and into the woods that surrounded Wayne Manor. He ran past trees and shrubs and rocks that all looked the same. He ran until his legs were burning and he couldn’t catch his breath and—

The dirt, damp from the fall rainstorms gave under Jason’s feet. For a moment he was standing on nothing. It felt just like when Bruce had said that he had arranged a therapist for Jason. It felt like his world had fallen out from under him. And then Jason was falling, tumbling down the rock face that up the small hillside that Jason had been running along.

He screamed as something in his leg snapped, the noise was cut short as his head bounced against the rock and snapped his jaw closed. Even when he stopped rolling, the world swam around him. Jason closed his eyes and tried to stop himself from hurling. It was close. Jason lost time counting his breaths through the pain.

And then they were there.

Jason knew it, he always knew it.

It’s why he didn’t think they were imaginary.

He couldn’t help the sob that ripped from his throat as he felt their presence settle against his side. “I’m not crazy. You’re real. I know you are.”

Jason didn’t hear their response. It wasn’t like they spoke. But Jason could feel their response: a rumble of reassurance, a bubble of wry humor that Jason didn’t understand, and an undercurrent of worry.

“I’ll be okay,” Jason said. It had started to get dark. When had it started to get dark? “I’ll be okay.”

A cold sensation pressed against his brow.

He could close his eyes for a little longer.

He’d be okay.

“Jason! Oh god, Jason. Bruce! It’s over here! Please be alive.”

Jason whined as hand touched his neck.

Murmured Romani filled Jason’s ears as his world went black.

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The voted prompts were Danny/Jason, soulmates/bond, Eldritch. This isn't going where I thought it would, but that's the fun of it! I might just tack all the parts onto this thread an not do an update thread since this shouldn't be too long (famous last words) but we'll see. I have at least two scenes that I know I want to do.

[rizzanon]

undoing fate is so good omg

the idea that it's so obvious to reader that these people bond the most or even exclusively in the mask (and tbf it's a decent assessment of their social lives)

and them all seeing her as someone who wouldn't be able to handle fighting crime and trying to protect her but it being rejection to her because how else do they bond? she'd tried everything else before the lie was revealed! do they just not see her as worthy? they always say she's not ready but is it just an excuse? (it is) do they not want her around?

and their perspectives are so flawed but reasonable (from their perspective and emotional intelligence/understanding lol)

reader realizing that you can fight to the death for something and still not have anything to show for it.

dick realizing that his rebellious teenage phase and the reveal were both massive strains and stephanie being batgirl was the final fray on a bond that's only hanging on by a thread (if it's still there at all) and him not knowing how to fix it because he's never had a relationship go so sour that a charismatic smile and a bit of sweet talking couldn't help smooth over the rough patch

(and babs realizing that choosing one over the other, while easier also means you're gonna lose that relationship if you don't go back to buildup anything)

bruce getting hit in the face with the fact that holding someone at arms length means you're not going to be close *shocked pikachu face* and that eventually they're going to tire of trying to close the distance and just let it grow

tim realizing that he never let there be anything so he isn't sure what they are but he hates it because he thought they were siblings! he wants them to be siblings

damian thinking that her quitting is her giving up and still wanting to fight alongside her which turns into a fight that they both apologized and made up for!! (and now he can get his hair ruffled and some deserts and they talk and joke and he's going to get a good grade in little brother which both normal to want and possible to achieve)

and i really wanna comment on jason and cass but we haven't gotten to them yet and i can't wait

i read everything so far and cried so much and this became way longer than i originally planned on writing and it's very messy sorry

bro i couldn’t have phrased it any better, you perfectly summarised everything that i wanted to show in these past few chapters 😭🫶🫶

this made me even more motivated to write chapter 8 because surprise not surprise, jason’s gonna be a main one (and spoilers—barbara too—but i have a feeling yall will either hate her even more or understand her pov better after the chapter drops so 😬)

[writeroutoftime]

pawns in your game

pairing: cassian x fem!reader

summary: when you get injured working a job with rhys, your mate - worried for your safety - loses it and finally lets go of his pent up anger

warnings: angst, injury towards reader, cass getting angry at rhys and also rhys kinda being a dick (look I have a lot of thoughts of conversations that never happened in acosf lol - I just hope this isn't horribly ooc)

words: 1.3k

a/n: first cassian fic! honestly, I know I said I'm in love with rhys, but it's the same for cass and az - so this one is for my fellow cassian people! wasn't sure how to wrap this up, so I left it open for a part 2. let me know if anyone is interested and/or has any ideas? but either way, please enjoy!! (also, if you could let me know what you think because I'm so nervous about posting this!)

tagging @captainsophiestark as requested! (hope you're having a lovely day!)

oOoOo

"Cassian, I need you to visit Windhaven and deal with Devlon. I'm getting reports of unrest, and I want this handled before it becomes a problem." Rhys commanded, not looking up from the papers on his desk.

Standing at attention, Cass nodded his head once, sharply. "Of course. I will go and pack, so that y/n and I may leave before the sun sets." He moved to exit the room, holding his hand out for you, but was quickly stopped before either of you got too far.

"Actually, y/n, I need you to accompany me." Rhys interrupted, directing his attention to you.

Your jaw dropped, caught off guard, and you hurried to school your features. It was not that you had to be paired with Cassian for all missions, but it had been that way for at least a century now since your mating ceremony. It served as peace of mind to you and Cass, and usually meant your missions were more successful compared to when you were separated. Surely, Rhys understood that.

"We will be leaving for the Spring Court in the morning, and I need my most trusted courtier with me."

Shock ran through your body, but you nodded your head regardless. It must be a serious matter, for you had not visited the Spring Court in many months. However, you instantly felt a sharp tug of your mating bond followed by waves of anger that poured off of Cassian.

"Spring Court?" he ground out, fists clenched at his side. "Why must you travel to the Spring Court? I thought we put that behind us?"

"Because I have official business to conduct with Tamlin that supersedes our personal desires. And I need the Night Court's courtier present for." Rhys snapped back.

You sent a soothing message down the bond, trying to calm Cass' anger you felt growing with each second that passed. "Cass, it's alright. Both of us will be fine."

"No. Rhys, you know what happened the last time any of us stepped foot there. You really want to risk it? Can't you send anyone else to go? Lucien, Mor, Feyre?"

Now it was Rhys' turn to growl. "Watch it, Cassian. I've told y/n she will accompany to Spring and that's enough."

"But can't you just-"

"I said that's enough!" Rhys shouted, his eyes darkened dangerously as the thread of his patience snapped. "I am your High Lord, and you will not push back against what I command."

A tension so thick that it threatened to choke you immediately filled the room. You kept your eyes locked on the ground, but you didn't have to look to know Cass wore a mask of despair on his face. It had been decades since Rhys had lost his temper like that.

Cassian merely bowed his head in mock respect before dragging you from the room. He did not speak for the next hour, only doing so to whisper his love and goodbye to you, before flying to Windhaven, not saying another word to Rhys.

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The next day found yourself in the ruins of the Spring Court. What once was a beautiful court that thrived for all its citizens now lay dilapidated and lonely, a reflection of the court's high lord's own feelings. It had rattled your nerves to set foot on Tamlin's territory considering the rocky history between the Spring and Night courts, but you would not leave Rhys' side.

Now, you were utterly exhausted from mediating with two, stubborn males all day; only for no new development to transpire, meaning you simply wasted a day away from your own court and your mate. Your only relief came from the swift exit Rhys insisted on, making sure you would arrive home before the sun set.

Yet, the tension from the previous day lingered as you and Rhys traveled to the border to be able to winnow out. But as you both walked in silence, you couldn't help but feel uneasy. Like someone, or something was watching you. Before you could communicate any of this to Rhys, you caught a solider out of the corner of your eye with an arrow notched and aimed at your high lord.

"Look out!" you shouted. With such little warning, you knew Rhys wouldn't be able to deflect the arrow on his own. And with a rush of adrenaline, you pushed your body to reach Rhys.

Mere seconds before the arrow could lodge itself in its initial target, your body collided with Rhys', knocking him out of the way and safely to the ground. Instead, the arrow lodged itself deep in your shoulder, burning like a thousand fires. You let out a guttural scream, immediately dropping to the ground. 

Being part of the Inner Circle - the Court of Dreams - meant you were no stranger to pain, but this was unlike anything you ever thought existed. Very briefly, you recognized that Rhys had neutralized the threat and now hovered over your body. 

His face was contorted in pain and tears clouded his eyes. He moved to pull the arrow from your body, but halted the moment he touched it. Your scream reverberated in the stone courtyard. 

"y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he cried, never seeing you like this. Quickly, Rhys gathered you in his arms and winnowed back to Velaris and directly into the med wing. He prayed Madja could mend the wounds, and he blanched at the thought of Cassian discovering the events that had played out. 

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Meanwhile, in the Windhaven camp, Cassian was meeting with a handful of males, attempting to negotiate peace. His focus wavered, however, as a blinding wave of agony struck his heart through his bond. He froze on the spot, his heart stopped pumping blood. While on a mission, the two of you had agreed to keep the bond closed - for safety reasons. The fact that he could feel this immense pain, meant something very wrong had occurred. 

"I-I have to go." Cassian mumbled, not bothering to offer any more explanation to the Illyrians - consequences be damned.

Immediately, he took to the skies and started the flight back to Velaris. The already long flight felt like it took an eternity. The wind strung at Cassian's cheeks as he soared, but the pain didn't register like the way the bond sung in pain.

Finally, Cass could see River House in his site, and when he finally entered the house, he was met with the site of his family huddled together in the sitting room. All eyes turned his way, a mixture of pity and concern as they looked at him. 

"What happened? Where is y/n?" he demanded, fully stepping into his role as Lord of Bloodshed, eyes darkened and wings drawn out menacingly.

Before anyone could answer, another scream could be heard from the halls. Cassian's knees buckled, and he would have fallen to the floor if Azriel hadn't been standing by. Rhys blocked his path, unable to meet his brother's eye.

"She was attacked, brother. We were ambushed while visiting the Spring Court." Rhys whispered.

"And they attacked her?" Cass questioned, though he knew deep down that wasn't the case. When Rhys, or anyone else for that matter, refused to speak, Cassian growled. "What happened?"

Unable to speak, Rhysand gently scraped against Cassian's mental shields and projected to him the whole truth of what had happened at the Spring Court; the ambush, you pushing yourself into harm's way for the sake of Rhys, and the pain you felt from the moment the arrow struck your body.

As Rhys withdrew himself from his brother's mind, Cass drew, deep rugged breaths. The silence in the room was so thick it felt suffocating, but no one dared to move or speak first. However, instead of speaking, Cass pushed past everyone and demanded his way into your room to be by your side.

One look at your crumpled form, sent Cassian to his knees by your bedside. He reached out, hesitantly, to grasp your hand in his and allowed the tears to fall. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he mumbled.

Madja made herself known from the corner, approaching Cass the way one would a frightened animal. "The arrow she was shot with was laced with a terrible poison - much worse than faebane. I've done my best, but some of the poison already made it to her system."

"When will she wake up?" Cass asked, not allowing the possibility of you never waking to cross his lips.

The healer sighed deeply, looking over the famed general, now brought to his knees at the sight of his mate fighting for her life. "Only the Cauldron and Mother know. It will be up to y/n to bring herself back from the brink." Madja spoke slowly.

With a final, soothing touch to Cass's shoulder, Madja made her exit. Now off to deliver the same news to the rest of your waiting family.

"Please don't leave me. Y-you can't leave me." Cass whispered, clutching your hand. "I'm here with you every step of the way." he vowed.

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And that was how it continued for the next four days as your body continued to try and heal itself from the inside out. Cass refused to move from the chair he had dragged to sit by your bed. Unwilling to leave your side for even a moment.

The rest of his family took turns sitting with you and Cass, bringing him meals, forcing him to at least take a bite. He knew that everyone else was suffering as well from your situation, but it felt like his heart was being torn apart, bit by bit, with each hour that passed and you still remained asleep.

He wasn't stupid. He knew the longer you went without improvement, the less likely it became you would heal. Cass heard the hushed conversations Mor and Azriel held outside your door, discussing what to do should the worst happen, Cauldron forbid.

It was on that fourth day that Cassian reached a tipping point. He heard the door creak open behind him, imagining it was Amren who would be sitting with him, based on the previous days' schedule.

What Cass had not anticipated was to see his High Lord approach the bed and pull a chair up on the opposite side of your bed. It was obvious to see the prominent dark circles that overtook Rhys's normally bright face, and the way his body and seemingly sunk into itself. But Cass could not bring himself to care for his brother's guilt or be the first to utter a word.

With a wave of his hand, Rhys summoned a tray of food for Cassian, and only sighed when he rejected the peace offering. Finally, Rhys found a sliver of courage and was the first to break the silence.

"Madja has yet to make headway on identifying the poison y/n was hit with, but she is not giving up. None of us are." he offered, unsure of how to breach the subject.

Rhysand could only imagine what Cassian was experiencing. The pain of losing Feyre had been so immense, but in a twisted sense, at least it had been quick. A blink of an eye and she was gone. Rhys didn't think he would have been strong enough to sit vigil, feeling her fade through the bond with each passing minute.

"Stop looking at me like she's already gone." Cass growled, eyes darkening towards Rhys.

"Brother, I only want to help her, and to support you."

"I think you've done quite enough. It's your fault she's even in this position to begin with." he spat, enjoying the way that Rhys flinched at his words.

"Now that's not fair, Cassian." Rhys tried to counter. "I never asked her to that for me."

Cass could only scoff at the High Lord's response. "Of course, you didn't have to ask. You're the fucking High Lord, of course she was going to risk her life for you. Isn't that we all do here?"

"All of you, y/n including, knew what you were getting into, what the dangers were, when you swore allegiance to my court. You don't get to throw that back on me. You think this doesn't hurt me just as it hurts you?"

"No, it fucking doesn't!" Cassian screamed, his blood boiling at this point. "Because you use us like your puppets to protect you and your mate-"

"Careful how you continue, Cassian." Rhysand warned, not caring for slander against his mate, even in Cass's state of grief.

"Ever since this "death bargain" you and Feyre struck, it's like the rest of us don't matter. All we do is making sure your asses aren't killed because Cauldron forbid the saviors of Prythian are stolen from us." Cassian blazed on. "Yes, you've lost your mate before, Rhys, but she came back to you, and you to her.

"Who will remake y/n if she can't fight this? You and your High Lady are so far up on your pedestal that you don't know what it's like for the rest of us. Yes, we understood what our duties would entail, but that doesn't mean we have to continue to stand for this." Cassian spat, finally allowing years of pent-up fear and anger to spill over.

With one last, murderous, glare, Cassian turned his back on Rhysand, letting his words ring out for all in the House to hear. His wings stretched out behind him, hiding both you and he from Rhys, the Night Court, and the rest of the world. If it was to only be the two of you against everyone else from that point on, so be it.

part 2

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a/n: part 2?

[lurkingshan]

10 Things I Love About Triage

I am extraordinarily late to this party but I am here to scream about Triage, a show which I started on a whim after a stray comment from @incandescentflower and subsequently finished in two sittings. This drama has been on my list forever (I didn't watch it live because the distribution was wacky) and then it just kept getting overlooked as I fought to keep up with the deluge of Thai BL coming at us at all times. But I am very glad I finally hunted it down and made the time and I would like to tell you why!

Hello Again, Dr. Sammon

I am on record as a Sammon fan. She is one of the best writers working in Thai BL and she has a knack for mystery and suspense. Her narratives are always really well constructed with tight plotting and smart character work, and Triage is no exception. This story feels confident, steady, and complete in a way few Thai BLs do.

The time travel rules are blessedly consistent

Part of what makes the story sing is it's a time travel plot that actually gets the particulars right. In a time loop, the details are everything, and this show understands that. The series of events are consistent, the rules of the time travel mechanics are clearly explained, and when our protagonists learn something new, it always lines up with something we'd gotten hints about before or gives us new context for old information. There are no loose threads in this show.

My boy Tin is going through it

Tin is a fantastic protagonist. He starts the show disillusioned with his work and hilariously grumpy about this time loop situation--he is a busy ER doctor and he does not have time for this--but as he starts to piece together how the loop works he gets more methodical in his approach, and eventually becomes emotionally invested in his mission to save Tol. Tin felt really well-calibrated in that he was smart and he tried all the things you would be shouting at the screen for him to try, but he's still a human being with flaws and insecurities and so he makes mistakes, learns, and has to try again. The show really successfully put us in the frustration with him.

Tol makes for an interesting damsel

Because he's kind of an asshole! Tol is rude and disrespectful when he first meets Tin, he hangs around with some truly awful bullies, he treats Rit like garbage, and he's all around an arrogant dick. Until he isn't. I like the choice to make the focus of our mission such a difficult character, not only because it makes Tin's challenge that much harder, but also because it invites us to consider the reasons why someone might be behaving the way he is and whether they can be redeemed.

This show has everything: action, romance, and agony

It's truly an emotional rollercoaster all the way through, and you can't relax for a moment. The pacing is relentless through most of the show, and even as a bond develops between Tin and Tol and they begin a tentative romance, danger is lurking around every corner. As soon as these boys started making out in episode 9 I knew something awful was coming for me and IT SURE DID.

Jinta, the ultimate frenemy

On that note let's talk about Jinta, my nemesis!! Jinta is some kind of unspecified deity/whimsical god and the one who appears to be responsible for putting Tin and Tol in this loop. Is he trying to help them? Is he trying to torture them? I definitely think it's both! He seems to delight in showing up to taunt Tin as he struggles to figure out how to get through to Tol, and when it's Tol's turn on the merry-go-round he sends him to the darkest timeline for his high stakes final attempt to save Tin just because he can. I love/hate you, sir!

Sing and Gap and the darkest timeline

Speaking of which, can we talk about how appropriate it is that Sing and Gap are a couple only in the darkest timeline? I don't know if people were shipping this for real during the live watch, but I definitely was not and so I started cackling when we got to the worst possible timeline and Sing was suddenly calling Gap his boyfriend. Sammon, you are hilarious and I salute you.

Fantastic side characters

Let's talk about the sides I did love. First of all, aside from his weird aggressive flirting/not flirting thing with Gap, I actually did like Sing's friendship with Tin a lot. I also loved the hospital gang who were around to alternately tease and help Tin, most especially Toy and Fang. Toy is a sweetheart and a gossip who never misses a trick, and Fang is an actual badass who first cracked the case with that evil doctor and saved Tin's life. They are fabulous. Rit was also an excellent character with a lot of complexity and he added some much needed depth to the school storyline (does anyone else think he was basically the proto-DFF Non?). And while Mai and Heart were not my favorite people, I did appreciate that the show gave them a sympathetic portrayal instead of making them evil villains (we had the organ harvesters for that).

That beautiful clocktower

I must give a shoutout to this gorgeous clocktower featured in several important scenes. I got so excited every time it showed up. Fun fact: in the first clocktower scene I was like oh hey I recognize that from gifs, but it can't be that scene because it's too early for a kis--TIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING! (I was right, it was too early for a kiss and Tol was Big Mad but bless you for going for it anyway, Tin).

The romance is balanced and rootable

And on that note, let me give a shoutout to the romance part of this story for actually feeling balanced. This is not an epic swoony love affair, but more a story of two people putting in the time to understand and empathize with each other. Sometimes in these kind of time loop stories the romance can end up feeling very one-sided because one character is holding all the knowledge and all the cards. But in this show we have the neat trick of Tol taking over the loop to try to save Tin in the final arc, which means he got to go through a similar process of getting to know the darkest version of his lover and figuring out how to get through to him. I was delighted by all the events of the long loop playing out again, but this time with Tin being the obstinate one. Tol got a taste of his own medicine and it left me feeling like they were both equally invested in this relationship.

TL;DR: If you haven't watched this yet, you really should! It's a fast binge and a great time with some Thai BL favorites. It's unfortunately still not available for international streaming, but it's very easy to find grey now and it's worth the effort. Go forth!

[thegremlininyourcloset]

teehee

I finally did what was promised!!

and thus I bring you...

the snippet of keep on walking (don't look back)

with an interesting POV...and a light attitude that Will Not Last

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Robin occupies herself by bouncing on her toes. Up for two, down for one. Up for two, down for one. Up for two, down for one. Up for two, down for one. 

It’s probably good exercise or whatever, but mostly she’s just bored. 

A year ago, if you told her it was possible to be bored while being Robin, she would have called bull straight to your face. 

But well, she hadn’t been Robin a year ago, had she? Honestly, it was kind of crazy to think about—last year felt so far away. So much could happen in a year, y’know?

Like. Just so much. Like, multiple alien invasions, learning how to fight crime, mapping a solid half of Gotham’s Underground, and—

A flash of amusement brushed across her awareness, an impression of a familiar smirk flickering through her mind’s eye. 

Reminiscing, are we?

What, has the great Damian Al Ghul Wayne never experienced the agonizing pain of boredom? 

I am above such plebian emotions.

Don’t even try to lie to me, you weasel.

Maps feels the faint flush of embarrassed irritation that always heralds her friend’s affronted pout.

She sends back an image of her sticking her tongue out at him.

There’s a beat of silence (or at least what counts as silence) across the bond, and then the moment breaks and they’re both laughing.

Really laughing, the kind that lights the threads between them gold.

Fondness ripples back at her from several directions, the strongest pulses from who she thinks are Dick and Steph and probably Cass. Or maybe they’re just the ones she has the strongest bonds with, it's kind of hard to tell. The link’s weird like that. 

Maps gently tugs on the tangle of excitement-anxiety-anticipation that is Steph.

Are you ready?

Well. I have all my stuff packed and double-checked and triple-checked, I reviewed the “So, you’re going to space” PowerPoint Tim inflicted on me, and  I have my suit on. So I better be.

Yeah,  but I asked if you were ready. Not packed.

Oh? Then what’s the difference, Robin?

She’s deflecting. 

It’s almost funny how the Bats still aren’t inclined to truth-telling even among themselves, despite the actual psychic link connecting their minds.

But, well.

Said psychic link does make it significantly easier to call out all the omissions and obscurities and straight-up lies. 

“Packed” means you could leave. “Ready” means you should.

A little jolt of touched surprise. A raise of eyebrows, metaphorical or not. 

When did you get so introspective? 

Eh. Robin-ing will do that to you.

Maps can hear Steph’s harsh bark of laughter just as well as if they were in the same room.

Thanks, kid.

[g00seg1rl]

A Civil Shitshow

For once in his long life, Eris finds himself looking forward to a family dinner. Plans for tonight have been in the works since Lucien's mating ceremony, which was also the last time he saw the majestic, broody Shadowsinger.

The high ranking members of Night, Day and Autumn gather to honor the newly mated and married Lucien and Elain Spell-Cleaver. Ever the opportunists, Eris and Azriel plan to take advantage of the occasion.

Thank you loads to @Brunetterebel010 (a03), @the-darkestminds and @astro-h0e-4azris

ERIS

He checked himself out in the mirror one last time. He looked fucking good. He detested Day’s weather—the sun was always too present, his sweaty skin chafing. The top of his silky hair was pulled into a top bun, two small braids pulled out front to frame his face. The rest was flowing freely over his back. He went with a hin, copper colored, linen tunic, with golden iridescent threads glinting throughout. The cut of the garment made his waist look impeccably trim. He had caramel trousers of the softest fabric made specially for the occasion. The fabric was breathable, and his ass looked scrumptious. He topped the look off with a small kingdoms’ worth of jewelry. Elegant, bedazzled brass knuckles borne of gold signet and various gem-filled rings. His pointed ears were dripping in complimentary, albeit mismatched, arrays of studs and hoops. And he wore a delicate thin gold chain around his neck, a small, unnecessary excuse to leave a fastening or two at the top of his top undone. He pulled on a pair of lightweight loafers and winnowed to the front door of Lucien’s estate in Rhoades. 

His mother had specifically requested Eris be on his best behavior as this was the first time the Vanserras, Spell-cleavers, Archerons and Illyrians were attempting to amicably share a meal. Elain and Lucienhad finally had their mating ceremony, and it had gone so smoothly (no one died), that Feyre proposed they have a dinner in the newly-mated couple’s honor. And so in place of the typical haughty demeanor Eris stressed in front of other Court’s members, Eris attempted to appear more relaxed. It was not all too difficult to pretend considering there really shouldn’t be any problems, they’re there to support the new pair and Eris was confident that the group of grown fae could conduct themselves accordingly.

If everything went as planned, and everyone survived, there was a chance Eris could flirt Azriel back into his bed. It had been months since they’d gotten the chance to see each other, let alone spend the night together. Eris was not above admitting he was a bit desperate for the Shadowsinger. He’d taken on lovers in between their opportunistic trysts, but no one compared—or no dick compared, Eris supposed. 

He approached the marble monstrosity that the Vanserra-Archeron couple called their home and raised his fist to knock, before he could make contact the door swung inward and Elain welcomed him inside with a warm smile. 

Elain looked lovely wearing a rose colored sleeveless dress that framed her curves and a golden circlet in her light brown wavy hair. Her round brown eyes were lined with kohl, but that was all the makeup she wore. His brother really did have a beautiful mate; her voice was warm and her eyes were inviting when she herded him inside and gathered him into a small hug. They’d grown to be good friends, Eris and Elain; they bonded over poetry and nature, and she and Lucien loved to come and play with the hounds.

“Come in, come in. Lucien’s right this way,” she said with a friendly smile. 

They walked arm in arm through the expansive white entrance and hallways, the grand chandeliers that seemed to be threatening the downfall of diamonds. Eris found their style to be a bit garish, at the very least the greenery and large windows overlooking their vast fields of flowers surrounding, gave the manor life. 

“How have you been, dear sister?”

“I’ve been very well. The gardens are flourishing, especially the petunias. And yourself, High Lord?”

Eris had given up on attempting to ask Elain to drop the titles. They were family; bus she insisted. 

“No complaints. Are you excited for tonight?” Are we here for you and Lucien or fortifying Court relations? It wasn’t not that Eris particularly minded a dinner among allies, but he’d prefer a family dinner. A real one. He was hoping tonight wouldn’t feel staged. 

Elain, with her soft but strong tone, assured him, “I’m looking forward to having everyone here, and it’s touching to be so celebrated by family.”

He responded with a simple approving hum. Now he was really hoping to enjoy a relaxing evening with friends and family. Although he found Helion and the Night Court to be a bit obnoxious, exposure therapy seemed to have increased his tolerance to their presence.  

They made a right turn toward a large lounge area decked with white leather couches scattered beneath the high stained glass ceiling, which cast a warm hue over the room. Tall gold vases containing large-leafed plants surrounded the perimeter and in his peripheral vision he could see the dining area, with extravagant place settings waiting for their diners. 

Already seated among the various couches and chairs were his brother, mother and the High Lord of Day. Thankfully, Helion was the only one wearing a toga. Lucien had worn  one to his mating ceremony and Eris nearly had an aneurysm. It wasn't that he disapproved of Lucien embracing his heritage, but those glorified bedsheets were just not Eris’s style. In the slightest. 

His brother was wearing a cream colored blouse and fitted peach trousers that matched Elain’s dress, and he was adorned by an amount of jewelry that rivaled Eris’s. Perhaps his brother could finally introduce some proper fashion taste to this damn court. 

His mother wore a long, flowing, emerald gown, the cowled neckline showed off her freckled skin and defined collarbones. She rose from beside Helion to meet Eris as he entered the spacious area and embraced him. Elain left his side to join Lucien on the loveseat he was occupying. 

Aurora always smelled of honey and apples, the scent was almost as comforting as her gentle voice as she welcomed him. Eris made his way towards a very comfortable looking armchair that was conveniently located near a bar cart. They better have not finished that bourbon I brought the last time I was here, he thought. 

Eris leaned down to kiss his brother on the cheek and received one of his own as he traveled towards the booze. Lucien smelled of Elain. That tracked, he was constantly holding or touching her. It was nauseatingly sweet how attached they were towards each other. 

“How are you, brother?” 

“I’ve been well, and yourself? How’s the mated and married life?” The chair was even more comfortable than it looked. And they did have the good shit. The outlook for the night was only getting better.

Lucien gave Elain a disgustingly adoring look, “It’s been truly amazing. Perfect. Thank you for coming, Eris. I know how busy you’ve been.”

Busy was a fucking understatement, he’d been swamped with reestablishing intercourt connections with Winter and aiding Tamlin with his recuperation efforts. He’d had a consistent migraine from dealing with fixing his Father’s excuse of an economic system that his best healers couldn’t rid him of. But this was Lucien.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially considering you’d never let me live it down.” Eris responded sincerely. 

He nodded towards Helion, “And how are you Helion?” So far, so civil.

“Doing great, the weather’s been wonderful and I spend most of my time reading or with your Mother. How’s Autumn doing? I know you experienced some trouble from those fools loyal to your Father.” The bourbon was just as smooth as he remembered. 

It had taken  some time for the elders to come around after such a bloody ascension. A High Lord, Lady and four heirs diminished to solely Eris in just a few days. He’d asked his mother to move to Day with Helion; they both knew it’s where she wanted to be. He missed her frequently, but she visited every few weeks, appearing happier and healthier every time. He disliked Helion for his inactivity regarding Aurora, as well as his publicly known debaucherous lifestyle, but Eris couldn’t deny the positive effects he had on her. All three of Beron’s other sons fought Eris to their needless deaths. He mourned them for a small period, but they were all clones of Beron and wouldn’t have places within Eris’s Autumn anyway. 

“The transitions went nicely, the older fae started to come around because of the new tradings.”

His mother added, “The court is already more cohesive since Beron died.” She flashed him a prideful smile that warmed his heart. 

Or perhaps it was the alcohol that was warming his already abnormally hot body, he didn’t remember it being this fast-acting. 

“That’s good to hear.” 

The conversation resumed, with Elain and Aurora discussing Day court dishes. All the males would occasionally throw in an opinion. So far, so good, if not a little stiff.

Two knocks at the door signified the arrival of Night. Eris was really hoping no one could hear how his heart sped up. It had been far too long since he’d been properly fucked. The last time he got laid was by two females, they had been gorgeous but they just didn’t have the same all-consuming effect on him that Az always did. Perhaps if these dinners became more common, so would their trysts.

Elain went to answer the door with a bright smile on her face. 

Azriel, donning those drool-worthy fighting leathers that were wholly out of place for the event, sat directly across from Eris on a low backed chaise and dipped his head in acknowledgment. 

“Shadowsinger.”

“High Lord.” Azriel seemed off, slightly more extroverted than normal. Not that he minded, he always preferred when Az initiated conversations in public rather than pulling him aside after whatever convenient occasion concluded.

Eris made sure he was less than subtle while checking out his muscled body head to toe. Especially those ridiculous biceps on display. His wings looked ethereal under the sunlight. Unfortunately, all his shadows were seeking solace from the sun—Eris always thought that they were fascinatingly stunning. 

“It’s been too long, Azriel. How are you?” Eris wanted to see precisely how outgoing the Shadowsinger was feeling, beyond the intense eye contact he was getting now. His eyes looked golden more than hazel.

“No complaints. Drinking already?” Azriel asked. 

“It’s five o’clock, judgy.” Azriel huffed in amusement, he was clearly in a good mood. Playful.

“No judgments, just hoping you’d share.” 

Eris got up from his comfortable chair and headed to the bar cart and poured some of his precious liquor into a glass for Azriel. He walked over to give it to him and sat down on his right. Az gave him a smile that was so cute, he nearly said so aloud. 

The other male raised his drink to Eris, “To tonight.”

Considering the look in Azriel’s eye, that referred to more than dinner. Eris was definitely going to be enjoying this impromptu event. Thank the Mother for Feyre.

“Mm, and what’s tonight, Azriel?” Eris knew what it did to the other male when he spoke in that low and slow tone. Shamelessly rolling his ‘r’s and leering at the pretty bat.

“I’ve got some ideas.” Eris was probably smiling like a giddy child because Azriel merely rolled his eyes in amusement and sipped his drink.

Before Eris had a chance to reply, and he really wanted to respond (it wasn’t often Azriel was so open), the Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death walked by with knowing smirks. 

“Aw, not going to pour me a drink too Eris?” He asked with ridiculous puppy eyes. The male was built like a wall and still pouted. It was quite amusing.

“No, I get special treatment Cass.” Azriel said with a teasing grin. 

“Oh come on! That’s not fair,” Cass pouted at the High Lord, like an overgrown hound. 

“Apologies Cassian, he’s just prettier.” 

The general clutched his chest dramatically. “Oh, how you wound me,” he said as they walked off to presumably find drinks. There was only one male here who Eris planned on serving tonight.

“Hmm, so you think I’m pretty, Eris.” Azriel said from below batted lashes; he was a dork tonight.

“Oh, I think you're the prettiest princess, Spymaster.”

Azriel developed a beautiful rosy blush atop his sculpted cheekbones, “It’s a shame you had to come wearing the whole brutish uniform, this certainly isn’t the place.”

“If you’ve got such a problem with my outfit, High Lord, perhaps you need to make me take it off.” It seemed blushing can be contagious. Like yawning. 

Since everyone had now arrived and said their greetings, Lucien invited everyone to sit at the long table and asked Eris to sit on his right, his mother was across from Eris, Helion at her side. Elain sat on the side opposing Lucien, flanked by her sisters sitting next to their mates. Azriel sat right next to Eris and across Amren. Morrigan was off on business in Vallahan. They’d definitely warmed up to each other but any friendships formed would be strained, so they settled for civility whenever they encountered each other.

Out of the nine other people present, only Lucien and probably Elain knew that Azriel and Eris tended to get intimate during any event. He’d like to say that Lucien figured it out with his brilliant deduction skills inherited by yours truly, but in actuality, he walked in on them fucking after Elain’s birthday party. 

He’d never seen his brother so shocked. Eris had actually laughed while bent over the desk in Azriel’s room at Rhysand’s river house. Even Az chuckled, and he had kept going the entire fifteen seconds Lucien was frozen in shock. A very unbecoming moan came out of Eris and Lucien slammed the door shut and couldn’t face his older brother without looking uncomfortable for weeks. It was fucking hilarious. 

They all started eating and making small talk. It was a comfortable, chatty atmosphere. Nesta would tell a funny story from Elain’s childhood, and Eris would throw in a mortifying tale of Lucien’s.

“Oh, Eris?”

“Yes Elain?”

“You mentioned at the mating ceremony that you’d tell me what Lucien named some of your smokehounds.”

Oh fuck yes, he’d been waiting for this.

Lucien looked terrified, Eris WAS giddy.

“Of course, well I have a dozen hounds, Lucien named four of the-”

“Eris, y’know I’m really not sure this is necessar-”

“No, I’d really like to know,” Elain piped up. His mother looked extremely uncivil at the moment. 

This night could not be going any better, Azriel was on his right, his shadows had started curling around his ankle, slowly working their way upwards. Kind of distracting.

“Well, little Lu decided my fifth hound’s name would be Broccoli.” Eris was definitely being an asshole but he’d do whatever it took to hear that chuckle he heard from Azriel again. He was now immensely grateful that Lucien was a very adorable kid.

Larger Lu groaned, “Eriss,” and kicked his shin (worth it). He hadn’t heard his mom giggle in a terribly long time. The rest of the table was listening and laughing along, but Eris was focused on the people around him. 

“My seventh pup was named Turtle-”

“Turtle?” Elain looked at Lucien like he was insane. This was amazing. Amren cackled.

“In my defense, it was either Turtle the Hound or a tortoise I found while Eris and I were in the forest and Beron would never have allowed that. So yes, his name is Turtle and he’s a very good boy. And furthermore, any terrible name beyond Broccoli and Turtle is entirely his fault for letting me name them,” Lucien testified to Elain. 

She just smiled sweetly at him, then turned to Eris and asked him what the last three he named were called. His mother’s amusement was clear, as was Lucien’s frustration which was extremely satisfying.

Eris lifted his glass, “Bourbon, Mango and Theodore.” He took a sip. 

Even Lucien was laughing at that point, the wait paid off, he refused to tell Elain without her mate present. 

He looked over to Azriel just in time to the tail end of what was now his favorite sound. His laugh was deep and smooth and Eris shivered. The shadows grew bolder.

Feyre happened to be the first one to stop laughing at the scarlet Lucien who was trying to break Eris’s shin and disappear in Elain’s neck. The High Lady looked at his brother incredulously.

“Who’s Theodore?” Rhysand chuckled from the seat beside him.

Once Lucien reappeared from the depths of his mate’s hair, still blushing but far more composed, he glared at Eris. Eris laughed, then turned to Feyre, and said, “I didn’t personally know any Theodores actually, I just liked the name and at that point I had heard my fair share of teasing so I wanted to choose a good name.”

“Wait, do you think that’s a good name for a dog?” Cassian asked.

Eris never considered that. He’s appalled, “Holy shit you do-” 

“I mean it’s better than Mango and Broccoli-”

“Brother, that is not a high bar.” 

Everyone laughed a bit more. Then they all drank some more. Eris was right about tonight going well, he loved being right. Lucien seemed enthralled enough with his mate that Eris figured he could risk trying to feel up Azriel a bit, the dinner was nearly over— under the table groping could be romantic, right?

He felt the need to test the waters first so he ran the tip of his boot on the underside of Azriel’s calf. He only needed to do it a few times before a scarred hand gently laid above his knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the outside of his leg. Eris lowered his foot and spread his thighs just enough to touch the side of Azriel’s. The other male simply trailed his hand up further and settled on grabbing the inside of the High Lord’s leg. 

As the conversation carried on, varying from Varian’s wellbeing to Helion’s pegasi, all Eris could focus on was the weight of Azriel’s hand, and it was driving him crazy in the best way possible. He needed Azriel’s perfect cock A-S-A-fucking-P. 

Thankfully all the main course magically cleared and in came trays of fruits, little cakes and cookies. Eris poured himself and Azriel another glass. He felt Azriel’s thumb petting the inside of his thigh. He was not going to survive dessert. 

Lucien nudged Eris’s foot and upon gaining his attention, the smug fucker sent him a grin that would pair nicely with a broken jaw. It appeared their romanticism had not gone unnoticed. He must’ve given brother dearest a look because their mother let out a soft huff. He met his Mother’s amused eyes with a raised brow.

“Oh sorry dear, I just imagined a Spymaster to be more discreet when feeling up a High Lord at a dinner table.” 

Eris felt all the molten heat instilled within him surface at his mother’s blatant audacity and color his freckled cheeks. Just as he was about to be granted a reprieve from the building need, he heard that deep chuckle to his left and he was reminded of his urgency. Of the last time Azriel gave him what he wanted. What he needed. He felt the flush reach his neck.

“Well, my mission is no secret tonight, my Lady.”

Oh. 

Oh.

Was he being fucked with? Or did he really get sloshed enough to imagine his lover joking about their mutually minded rendezvous scheduled for later in the night, to his Mother? 

Because this could not be happening. He could not possibly look as beat red as he felt. If he did, well, that would be pitiful. And Eris Vanserra was not some pathetic lovesick fool, quick to scarlet over some blatant flirts. 

Helion chuckled in that uniquely rich tone of his, and looked to Aurora with the same eyes as his own, “I told you my dearest.” She radiated a soft laugh and took a long sip of her Rosé and returned the same sweet gaze as her mate’s. 

He caught the glint of gold on the mark Rhysand tosses to Feyre, with a smirk on his arrogant face that would pair with a split lip like Chardonnay to salmon.

Eris decided to redirect his focus to the selection of small confectioneries spread before them, attempting to do anything but lose himself in the dizzying feeling of Azriel having practically announced they’re going to be spending the night together. 

But, combined with the finger practically petting his thigh, Eris would be utterly lying to himself if he were to say he was anything but stranded within his infatuations with Azriel. He needed this male now. He needed all of him. 

Eris saw Cass give Az thumbs up out of the corner of his eye, he heard more than witnessed Nesta swat her mate for his lack of subtlety. The thwack of her hand silver bangles against Cassian’s leather clad chest and the sound of a large bear being winded. 

Lucien’s voice was smiling as he concluded their meal. “Well, as flattering and entertaining as this dinner party has been, I feel we should extend our joy to another evening,” Oh thank the Mother above- Eris had been three seconds from climbing into Azriel’s lap. He needed more. 

“Absolutely, this was lovely. We look forward to the next gathering.” Feyre looked proud her endeavor proved to be more than a pipe dream. Rhysand looked proud to be Feyre’s mate. As irritating as those two can be- they seem to be a handsome couple. 

“Perhaps everyone would be available for Nyx’s birthday?” Rhys freely addressed the rising table.

“I don’t see why not. Send out the invitations.” Aurora said to Feyre with her beaming smile. Well,  another opportunity on the horizon. 

Azriel finished his beverage before shifting his weight to his feet, standing up and extending a hand to Eris who accepted with a raised eyebrow and small smile. 

As soon as their hands made contact, cool shadows enveloped the pair and Azriel transported them back to the suite at the Moonstone Palace, where they had seen each other the most. Where Az would help Eris heal from Beron. Where Eris would help ease the tarnishing aura of the Court of Nightmares. 

He felt the cool marble to his back, he felt like he was overheating. Every part of him was burning with want. No, this was not just desire. He needed Azriel, any part of him. Every part of him. His beloved had the eyes of forests, of his home. On lonely nights, in his own forests, his rightful surroundings that have many times been his solace during chaotic times, he’d find himself homesick over the greenery within this male’s eyes. 

Azriel smelled of the outdoors too. Especially when the presence of his arousal is practically edible, he imagined the scent of dewy musky mist and cedar will taste of salvation. 

Before Eris could register more than that frigid contrast of the wall behind him, Azriel was crowding him, large wings expanded, blocking out much of their surroundings even the pigments of the Night sky pouring in through the windows he already knew took up the majority of the wall across them. 

Soft lips and a demanding tongue took control of his mouth, from the way Azriel was consuming him, he would assume the male hadn’t eaten for centuries. He was a male starved.

But he was not the only one.

And so when a strong hand claimed his hips tightly enough to remind him the joys of life for days, he reached up with one of his own hands to the back of Azriel’s nape and buried his fingers within silky ebony to tilt his neck down, miraculously further deepening their kiss. He’d craved this. He prayed for this. He was hungry for this, for him. 

He grinded his hips filthily forwards and reciprocated the delicious groan he earned when Azriel mimicked the action. Eris pulled slightly back, cementing his head to the marble, and gave himself enough room to say, 

“I need to taste you, need you. Now, in my mouth.” He shimmy down, effectively pressing his stomach into Azriel’s apparent and insistent cock. Azriel moaned shamelessly at the friction, and it was the sexiest sound he’d heard in far too long.

“Mn, fuck baby, go ahead.” Azriel’s voice was low and gravelly. He loosened the hands that had been encasing Eris, allowing him to sink to his knees, where he'd been wanting to be since Feyre sent the damn invitation. Or maybe even since the last time he had kneeled before this glorious warrior. The feeling would never age, looking skyward and witnessing one of Prythian’s most powerful males turn into a moaning mess whenever Eris pulled off a particularly impressive maneuver. 

Eris always loved the sensation of sucking dick, the velvety slick skin pounding its weight onto his tongue and as far down Eris’s throat as possible. On occasion, impossibly far. Tonight seemed to be a night for pushing limits. 

As Eris settled on his knees in between the wall and the looming mass that was his desire, he couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch into a grin, he was shamelessly eager. Thick fingers laced themselves in his hair, he let his own begin working on the laces, nimbly working through the fastenings. He let his right hand trace up the visible skin, trailing up his carved hands, resting in the midst of what felt like a ten pack of abs, fingers itching to tease Azriel’s nipples. The right grabbed hold of the base of Azriel’s heavy cock and as he parted his smiling, kiss-bitten lips to wrap around the object of desires, he couldn’t help but wish he did this far more frequently.

The first taste felt like a goblet of cold spring water after a lengthy therapeutic training session, refreshing and so very necessary. Azriel rewarded him with a rumbling groan and jerked his hips into Eris’s mouth, roughly feeding a third of his long dick into the unnatural heat that accepted it  sinfully. 

“Oh Cauldr- Eris..” Azriel husked, he sounded just as desperate as Eris felt. 

“Eyes up, Autumn. Want- need to see.” How could Eris deny the male who was fucking into his’ mouth just as harshly as he was bobbing his head against Az’s hips to the best of his ability, which was heavily impeded by the solid wall to his behind.  

Fuck. His own pants were straining. Azriel’s voice always affected Eris, but the low, gravelly bravado tone of his words made it feel glorious when he removed the hand he used to take Az’s cock into his mouth to palm at his own dick for some relief. 

He set his eyes to Azriel’s face and groaned around the cock thrusting in and out of his salivating mouth, he could feel spit spill down his chin and his jaw ached; but the view of his blissed out partner under the moonlight falling apart from Eris’s mouth and the music he could never forget orchestrating as he took the cock as deep into his throat as he could. 

He was no quitter, and Azriel was no saint. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, the messy slurping sounds of Eris’s wet mouth were nothing short of whorish. For Azriel, Eris could be a whore. He would be. He was. 

He realized with a deep thrumming moan that he was Azriel’s whore. He’d never felt so needy for dick, but Azriel was different, he always had been. He could feel the muscles under abs tightening, he could hear the quickening of groans and he knew he was going to get what he was really after when Azriel began reverently moaning his name. No one could say Eris’s name like Azriel.

Eris swallowed around the cock in his mouth, he pulled back as far as he could to tongue at the tip, stealing a scrumptious direct preview and attempting to coax Azriel to finish as quickly as he could. He was getting desperate. He dipped a hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and rolled his hips forward, grinding into his cupped hand. 

“Fuck Eris, you feel so fucking good. Always suck my cock so well, baby.”

He came in his dishevelled pants with a moan that was the epitome of slutty. He hadn’t felt this light in ages. 

Eris lifted his decorated hand from his own mess and rolled Azriel’s balls in his sticky hand, not very gently, and it was either that or perhaps it was the sharp sting of one of Eris’s nails across his nipple that led to Azriel groaning, moaning, coming and filling his mouth, deliciously so. Az always tasted slightly tangy and he always gave Eris a mouthful of cum, he felt spoiled. 

Azriel was panting heavily, leaning his forehead against the wall. He looked wrecked. Eris felt a bit smug, despite knowing he looked just as destroyed. Az moved a hand from copper locks to wrap around a long pale freckled throat, squeezing and hauling Eris up. Eris went eagerly into the deep kiss that felt just as sloppy as the blowjob. 

Azriel’s hands moved down to knead his ass, pressing their still half hard dicks together, creating the feeling he knows he’ll be craving for months. His own hands began working on undoing Azriel’s leather vest, confined by far too many buckles, revealing glistening bronze skin decorated by dark and wavy inked tracks that Eris was intimately aware flowed all over his perfectly toned physique. It felt like unwrapping a present. He felt like returning the favor. 

Although his every instinct was disagreeing, Eris pulled back slightly to murmur against eager lips,

“Missed the way you taste, Az”

Azriel groaned and reclaimed his lips with bruising force, “Fuck you can’t keep saying shit when you’re not open for me, Eris. You don’t know what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“Maybe not, but I know many things I want to be doing to you, my Star.”

“Eris” Azriel truly is just the prettiest male when he whines. 

“What is it you want Azriel,” Eris purred and then kissed him sweetly, he finally freed all of the stunning tan expanse that was Azriel’s upper half. 

He was gorgeous. His pants were already gone, he must have kicked them off while Eris was preoccupied. The Shadowsinger was completely bare before him and Eris couldn’t help but want to fall back to his knees. 

“Fuck you”

“Hm. Eloquent.”

“Oh c’mon- I need to fuck you Eris.”

“Well what are you waiting for, do you need directions on how to fuck me Azriel. Have you forgotten?”

“Never, I could never forget taking you baby. Nothing like it.” Azriel ripped open his shirt, yanked down his pants and gathered up the naked High Lord with a hand under each opalescent thigh. 

Azriel walked them over to the bed in long, sure strides. Both of them were focusing on keeping their lips attached, the kiss only broken when movement required so, those breaks in between kisses were beautiful glimpses at a hungry Azriel. 

Just as Eris began to move to kiss Azriel’s stubbled jaw, he was thrown abruptly. The cushy landing did little to soothe his annoyance. He was fucking naked and he was thrown across the room like he weighed no more than a pillow. 

And he did not squeal. He did NOT SQUEAL. 

Eris was sure his face matched his hair at the moment, “Az- Azriel, I am not some sack of potatoes, what the flying fuck was that.” Fuck he sounded whiny. But why must the bat display no manners? 

“Oh I know you’re no sack of potatoes, sweetheart. No, Eris, you are the most gorgeous male I’ve ever seen. Fuck Autumn, look at you.” Azriel was leering at him in a reverent, predatory manner. Azriel’s gaze was always intoxicating but this was getting overwhelming,  Eris was sure he resembled a tomato. A very needy tomato.

Fuck he needed. Azriel was only a few steps away from the foot of the bed but Eris felt that was much too far. 

“Come get a closer look,” he scooted up the bed and spread his legs, he reached up and released the hair tie that had already loosened significantly from Azriel’s previously insistent fingers; He ran fingers through his hair, flexing his triceps, he pulled his knees close to his chest and spread his legs invitingly, sinfully. 

He could hear the wind ripping against enormous wings as Azriel practically shot across the room, two perfectly marred hands painfully grasped his milky thighs, spreading him even further, he leaned down and and erupted Eris’s spine as he pressed the flat of his tongue to Eris’s exposed hole and began feasting. 

Eris’s back arched when Azriel sunk the first finger inside, he moved his face to paint hickeys and love bites over Eris’ hips and thighs, he neglected the weeping cock that rested just underneath Eris’s navel.  

“Mm, Az I need more,” he was writhing against Azriel’s finger, he felt so undone from just one finger, but Azriel knew his body like no other. He knew just where to twist and turn to have Eris meeting and white-knuckling the sheets. He can not come before Azriel’s inside him. 

“Whatever you desire, you’ll have Eris.”

“Oh Mother above, I just want you to split me open on your fat fucking cock until I can’t thi-”

Azriel moved up to three fingers, Eris wailed in pleasure, the stretch was painful but he felt so full. He was given no time to adjust, Azriel’s saliva coated fingers were thrusting in and out at a mind-numbing pace. Eris was rolling his hips towards those miraculous fingers. 

“Is that good, baby? Fucking you good?”

“Fucking perfect Az, so good for me” 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart.”

“Azriel, please”

“Please what, use your words.” Azriel was smirking wickedly at the thrashing male, he was very clearly hard again but just taking his sweet fucking time with his fingers. Don’t get him wrong, Eris lov- really likes Az’s fingers, more so than most dicks, but he was open, ready, waiting and so very fucking hard he could feel the pre-come tacky on his lower stomach. 

“Az, do I need to find someone who can give me more than fingers? I want your cock already.”

The strong hands on his thighs moved to his waist and Eris was grabbed, flipped and manhandled to straddle Azriel’s lap. 

And he did not squeal. 

His hands quickly found muscles shoulders to dig his fingernails into as his hips were lowered onto Azriel’s granite cock-

“Don’t need more lube, right baby? Want me so bad?” He was definitely prepared but taking Az was no joke.

At his hesitation, Azriel spit down onto his own cock, gripped its base and lined the head up with Eris’s malleable hole. 

Eris attempted to brace himself for what he knew would be a painful stretch, but there was no amount of mental awareness that could have lessened the shockwave to his nervous system when he tilted his hips down as Azriel filthily grinded upwards and only stopped inching Eris down when he bottomed out. Eris was shaking, his head was swimming, there were no thoughts, only Azriel’s dick and what used to be a properly ordered set of organs. 

Azriel’s wrapped his strong arms around Eris’s waist, holding him still as he planted his feet on the bed and lifted Eris’s halfway up his cock just to slam him down again- hard and fast. Eris didn’t have to do anything but hold on for the ride. Even if he wanted to do something, he was too busy holding onto Azriel’s shoulders for dear life as he was reduced to jelly. 

“Azriel! Fuck yes, right there, just like that, harder, so good, Az- so good- fuck-”

He felt the base of his dick strain and when he looked down he saw one of the familiar black wisps grip him tight enough to remove him from the precipice he hadn’t realized he had been delivered so closely too. 

He let out an undignified whine, “Azz! I don’t want games- please- want to come-”

“Oh, you wanna come, Eris?’

“Yes! Yes, please, please move your shadow and keep fucking me just like this- I can feel you so deep, want your come-”

The shadow moved- Azriel was always too giving to tease him for long. Eris knew that his lover just appreciated hearing him beg. 

“You look so good like this Eris. Come for me. Now.” Every thrust was rough and well aimed, and so Eris didn’t need to be told twice. He came screaming as much of Azriel’s name as he could manage before turning boneless in Azriel’s arms. He could feel the far away warming feeling of his insides and the blankets being moved around them as Azriel repositioned them to be lying down- Eris’s face resting in the crook of Azriel’s neck. Mindless patterns were carefully soothing his back. He felt himself drift to sleep, cradled in the arms of his solace. 

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And so we continue! Part Two:

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Robin II (1991)

Tim Drake vs. The Joker! I can only assume they created this set of comics to prove that Tim Drake is better than Jason.

AHHH! Finally I get to see some examples of Normal-90s-High-School-Boy (TM) Tim Drake lol! I am so excited to see Tim as this like "TOTALLY NORMAL NERDY RELATABLE BOY" even though that gets stripped away over time. Having read some modern comics, Tim Drake is NOT a normal boy and considering some of the hijinks I've heard about I refuse to believe he was ever a Normal Boy.

As part of his relatability he plays DC's version of D&D. But also he's got a way cooler fit & hair compared to his equally nerdy friends. God your shonen protag vibes are showing, Timmy!

Maybe I am gushing too much but this is such a fun civillian dynamic to have! Why don't I see this in fanfics!! Tim who is being courted by the popular crowd and refusing them. Fuck peer pressure Timmy! I know this is 9th grade. I am sure his high school experience evolves but still... I have ideas now for fics!

He does like coffee!

Hmmm.... don't love that. I heard about this aspect of Tim's character. Gonna keep my eye on this thread.

So I guess people don't realize there are multiple robins huh? Thats fun!

I know stories are happening in between Robin I and Robin II in the Batman & Detective Comics series where Tim is working with Batman. And both Robin I and Robin II are fairly early in Tim's run, but it is interesting that the boy who volunteered, who insisted that Batman take him on is so filled with self doubt. It gives an interesting characterization of Tim. Tim Drake is a boy who doubts himself but can't stomach not trying anyway. Or maybe...Tim Drake is a boy with a gut of steel and a heart full of fear.

Alfred is really holding it down! I love his relationship with Tim. He is Tim's mentor just like Bruce. <3

Ah Tim! You little GENIUS! Bruce is out of town and Tim is afraid the Joker will realize the Batman isn't there to keep things inline. So he makes a hologram of Bruce to scare small time criminals and keep the Myth of Batman going! What a smart cookie! He's truly the Robin with The Plan!

Aw man, the hologram fell apart and Joker realized Tim isn't Jason. What will happen next!!

Politicians such and these old geezers suck a lot. Learning more about the political system and the cops in gotham, Gordon doesn't really strike me as a model cop -- especially considering modern standards. He's very much that 90s cowboy of a cop. Obviously, a victim of the time period. Thats why i maintain the only decent rewrite of Gordon I want is a Gordon who was a former Internal Affaris investigator who witched to officer just so he could become a Commandor who pours most of the budget into Internal Affairs to get rid of corruption in the GDPC and reform the cops!

He and Buffy should meet! I think they'd have a lot to bond over.

Dick where are you! Your little brother needs you! For real though its interesting to me that Joker is around and Batman is out of town and neither Alfred or Tim are like "We should call Dick to help so Robin is facing the Joker alone." Of course i know its to get the Timmy vs Joker show down we want and prove Tim can outsmart the Joker! Like comics are always ready to manufactor that drama. But taking it at face value, how poor is Dick and Bruce's relationship in the beginning of Tim's time as Robin that Tim doesn't think he can rely on Dick despite admiring Dick and Dick helping Alfred convince Bruce to keep Tim as Robin in Batman #442!

Woo! He beats the Joker in the end. It takes a lot out of him but his plan comes together and he wins! So proud of you Boy Wonder!!!

Robin III (1992):

Okay we've skipped some time ahead (note to self go back and figure out when Tim's Dad woke up!) and Timmy is back with the Drake's, shit is going down in gotham with gang wars galore and he's struggling to balance that Superhero-Civilian lifestyle

I get why people write Jack Drake as jealous of how close Tim and Bruce are in fanfics.

The Drakes being neighbors means we get cool shit like this:

Why isn't this in more fanfics!! Thats cocol as hell!

WOOO! King Snake is back in town!!

Also Tim has lied to Bruce in like every comic I've read about him except his intro and Robin II (where he couldn't lie to Bruce because Bruce was out of town lolololol). Tim you king

OOOO! I didn't realize this plot happened! Thats awesome! Again WHERE ARE THE FANFICS!

Fucking Teenages Man! Even when they know the right answer, they don't do it!!

Okay thats enough for this run. I will continue in part 3!! I am excited to get to Robin 4 :D

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part 4 of season 1, episode 10

49. “I’m not letting jace sacrifice my sister for his girlfriends pointless crusade.”-can we at least talk about how angry Alec is????? he found out his parents lied about their history, how jace lied about taking clary back (not agreeing about the meliorn thing but it is added irritation for Alec.) to the institute, how he stole the cup, and now Izzy’s life hangs in the balance. and it may seem dramatic but it would mean Izzy could never be a shadowhunter ever again. Jace and clary running off while Izzy’s life is hanging by a thread

50. some may look at Alec and think he’s overreacting but you have to take a look at Alec and everything he has been dealing with. he’s broken so many clave rules for clary, “has” feelings for jace and is watching jace do things he would never do for Alec. this bond is so weak and half sided that I’m surprised it ever did repair. I think 100% jace is the issue because he’s the one who weakened it. he takes advantage of Alec and this is something I’m not willing to argue with. it’s very clear that jace expects Alec to do whatever he wants him to do. how many times have we seen or heard jace ask what Alec needs or wants? he’s always putting his needs before Alec’s.

51. “Promise you won’t let it break.”-hodge “Jace is dead to me.”- now that’s my Alec 🔥✨ I’m actually surprised how much Alec has allowed without going off on jace. I’m not as nice apparently lmao SORRY IM PETTY LMAO

52. want to make a small parallel:

53. the “to us” scene is almost the exact same as the one in episode 4, but also “to us” has a lot of meaning because this line has been used on three separate occasions. in episode 4, 10 of season one and also the third season finale. it’s got a lot of meaning ✨

54. I believe AU Alec and Magnus met up and just fell instantly in love and lived a happy life together and they had zero worries because there are no demons and no jace and clary to “protect”. they just do their own thing away from Malec as they fucking should. THEY ARE HAPPY OK?????? 🫶🏼

55. this is probably the most I will ever like jace (not counting clary since technically it’s the same clary) because he’s not being self centered that we see and he actually seems relaxed and not a irritating dick

56. I think it’s funny how clary has had barely an training besides with alec which lasted not even a minute and jace telling her how to hold a blade- that she knows how to fight now. she’s had barely any training and all of a second, a skilled shadowhunter? it doesn’t make sense and this realm, they no longer have need for shadowhunters. unless she’s had training before when they were needed (and if Jocelyn and Valentine told her everything and trained her as a shadowhunter- yes that does make sense) but it’s still weird that she suddenly knows how to fight (wait for Alec and clary training towards the end of this list)

57. oh no jace is injured. how awful for him

58. let the useless dickhead die PLEASE

59. Alec is like I tried little sis 😭

60. at least they are on speaking terms, right???? (I know it’s basically the same gif but it warms my cold heart)

61. goodbye AU alec 😭🥰 I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH OKAY CAN YOU BLAME ME

62. also another parallel that won’t be mentioned until season 2 for those who are reading and haven’t watched the show

63. bonus scene I didn’t get to add for episode 5:

64. I’m sorry but it’s just so fun to watch lmao she could’ve used that more often

65. small note- I really love the differences with show Izzy and Alec vs the books. when I read the books, I didn’t get the feeling that Alec and Izzy were all that close. but in the show, they’re super close with Alec growing and starting to tell Izzy things. izzy and Alec barely fight- except for this episode instance and when the demon enters the institute in season 2. also I like the fact that shadowhunters can shapeshift as in the books, Tessa is the only one known to do it.

66. Alec can fight on his whole and proudly handle his own affairs and business. he’s not displayed as some ratty weak fighter who can’t learn anything and has to wish he was like jace. he’s his own person. and this is something that is very important when it comes to Alec. from these first 10 episodes, he is trying to manage his emotions as best as he can while also figuring out the path for him. he obviously is attracted to Magnus but is fighting it the best he can in this cat and mouse game they have going on

67. Izzy is a wonderful sister. she’s such a girls girl. befriending clary, always having Alec’s back, being one of the fiercest fighters as well as aiding her family in any way she can, and constantly trying to do the right thing. I’m not a fan of book Izzy all that much. but that’s on the writing.

68. Simon has also been going through many changes. leaving his old life behind and creating a new one. I think he’s doing marvelously well and show Simon is so much better

69. Jace and clary are still insufferable but not as bad as book CLACE. oh and “valentine” is there at the end of this episode and basically taunts jace and clary in almost handing over the cup- just like Alec predicted 😬

70. I’ve already touched on magnus. he’s caring, supportive, opening his heart to a new love even if that love is tricky. warlock, fortune teller, spell enthusiast, PLUS LAWYER. I’d have him represent me ✨ I have so much love for show Alec and Magnus and I have already bothered so much of y’all about that. Matt and Harry made sure show Malec mattered and didn’t take a backseat like they did in the books

okay so 70 was the number today. I originally thought there was 5 parts but forgot the trial doesn’t take place until next episode. thank you for joining we love AU magnus and Alec and ugh more CLACE scenes WHY debate and discussion ✨ stick around for next episode aka malecs first fight lmao

and also thank you anyway who reads my content, much love to ya (THESE GIFS ARE NECESSARY)

[33max]

Thank you to everyone that participated, we managed to bring twenty two wonderful pieces of fic/art into the world!

Please show the authors/artists some love for all of their efforts, comments and kudos make everyone’s day ♥️

All you need is love and some cats by Astron03

“I think Teddy is finally getting used to the flat.”

One sentences was enough to completely break Daniel's world.

A story of misunderstandings and some olympic level jumping to conclusions.

Comfortable in chaos by winhighmaintenancemachines

Max and Lewis know the terms that they both deal in, the choices they make every day. Their whole world is walking on a spider’s thread.

Or, the NICU doctor/nurse au.

De Sebly (Part 2) by @miesgaga

Most people only meet one soulmate goose with a connection to them. Soulmates were sometimes romantic and sometimes platonic. Family bonds happen too, but those were rare.

Max met his goose, fell in love and felt like his life couldn't get better.

This is not that story.

Max meets his second goose, this is that story.

GBB Server Exchange by anangelwillfly

Headspins by @albertparks

“I do have feelings for someone else though.” Max’s comment breaks Daniel from his thoughts. “I broke up with her because of it.”

Daniel’s gobsmacked at first, before saying, “Who is she, Maxy?”

It’s a poor attempt at a joke, but now it’s his turn to be nosey, to put his beak in business that isn’t his. Max has never been single for long, he can’t imagine now would be any different.

Except Max says, “It’s a man. And it doesn’t matter.”

I don’t get much sleep most nights (I’m seeing you in every dream) by @enjoythebutterflies

In the real world, Max is well-versed in breaking more than just records.

The one where Max and Daniel dream.

in paper rings by @thewindowatkirkland

"Maxy I would fly to Vegas with you tomorrow and pay some guy dressed as Elvis to marry us. I don't care about any of this crap, I don’t care about anything other than you being happy and us being married. I thought you wanted all this, but if you don’t, then fuck it all."

And Max just has to kiss him, hard and fast and certain before he says "okay, let's fucking do it. Let's go, tomorrow. just me and you and a fake Elvis."

OR: after a ten year engagement and with an extravagant wedding all planned out, they decide to elope to vegas instead.

It was written in the stars, but you erased it by @formula-maxiel

Max was twelve when his father had his soul mark removed. He had no idea how much anguish it would cause him.

Let me guide you by @waddlingpenguin

Max learns something about himself.

Daniel is more than happy to indulge.

listen to the slow parts by winhighmaintenancemachines

Neither Max or Daniel are the one to find the baby. That honor belongs to Christian, and Christian alone.

lock it up by @33max

Max is in their bed frantically humping a pillow that he’s folded in half. He’s shoved his little dick into the crease of it and he’s rabbiting his hips, he’s not got the equipment to properly thrust – if he pulled his hips back too far his cock would slip out of the fold.

the meaning of a flower by @meecamille

silly cute fluffy stuff led me to flowershop and hopeless romantic boys.

of angels and demons by @shitferraristrategy

Daniel loves to corrupt his little angel~ <3

platinum trophy by togenkyo

Fame, fortune, fortitude: For the man who has everything, what's left?

postcards from the past by @thatsapodium

I’ll send you another postcard soon. Miss you, love Max

A selection of postcards from the time Max backpacks across Australia.

Punch it! by @stardust-speedway6

An animatic of Lando and Max.

Max admonishes a punching bag.

Static by @chaoticzoomies

Walking into the Red Bull garage that Friday something felt off but Max couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling but just slightly off kilter, like someone had shifted things a few centimetres to the left. As he rounded the corner to the operations desk it clicked.

stay in for the summer (it's quiet, i'm trying) by @33and3

Take me to the Water by @fricative-pharyngiale

Still, he yearned for more, for everything Daniel could give him and then the rest too, his greediness all-consuming until it was all he could feel. He wanted to be the muse of every song Daniel wrote, so that they would be immortalised together. He wanted to take his poet to the river and drown him in his waters, keeping him close forever. He wanted to let his body liquefy so Daniel could drink him entirely, not a single drop left behind. He wanted to drain him of his blood and replace it with water from his river so they’d be the same, always.

A series of vignettes about nymph Max and his poet

The Tale of Max Verstappen by @danielfuckingricciardo

During the summer break, Max and Daniel take a trip to the Lake District to spend some time together alone.

When Max suggests they visit the Beatrix Potter museum, Daniel is only happy to take him on a date and treat him to a gift.

until I hear it from you by @fourmula1

DeuxMoi (also stylized Deuxmoi or @/deuxmoi) is a pseudonymous Instagram account which publishes celebrity gossip.

with the right amount of sugar by flyingkageyama

Max only wanted to find solace in one of the coffee shops he knew was a few miles away from campus, he didn’t expect one of the employees with a crappy drawing of a honey badger on his name tag to come try and get him to talk about his problems.

[stxr-wxrs69]

My Imperfections are Your Perfections

Adam Warlock x Loki Laufeyson

Soulmate Au, Canon Divergent

Excerpt 1

“I have seen this phenomenon before. Only once where both parties are intact.” He spoke in his usual condescending way, treating the group as lower intelligence visitors. 

“Then that's our sure confirmation; Adam’s soulmate tore their soul bond apart.” Gamora chimed in grimly, clutching Peter’s arm. 

Peter clenched and unclenched his fist at an inconsistent pace. “That dick! I’ll kill him myself. A blaster straight to the brain. Doesn't seem to use it anyway.”

The wizard in front of them turned, pausing where he was, “I assume you know the man’s soulmate based on your crude talk.” His eyebrow raised slightly, “I venture that I am correct?”

Quill looked at his crew, waiting for their judgement. Adam made no sound or acknowledgment there was conversation around him. “We don't really know the guy. All we've got is a name and a home. Names Loki, Asgardian?”

Strange’s look turned grim, “I know the god of Mischief quite well. I can not say we are terribly acquainted, however.” 

“So you know who he is? What kinda guy are we dealin’ with? Thunder cheeks said he wasn't there.” Rocket waved his arms around and accidentally jostling the equipment on his back. 

The doctor stroked his goatee, eyebrows cinched together, “He was most likely watching you while you were there, hidden among his peers. Loki can shape-shift quite well and quickly from what I've seen.”

Excerpt 2

Loki crossed his arms, “I see not how that matters. I do not want it. I do not want possession of  the soul bond.”

The silence returned, not a sorrowful one, but a guilty one. A silence that spoke of horrors and pain. Thor turned Loki towards him with a hand on his shoulder, “There is a way,” a second hand made its way to Loki’s other shoulder, shaking the man slightly. Electricity buzzed through the room, Loki’s gaze downcast. 

“There is a way to remove the soul bond. There is a way to rip strings from the threads of life and time, so remove every possibility of a soul bond in your life.” Thor spoke slowly, his voice quivering, “But it is not safe. It is not just, Brother.” 

“A last ditch effort, then.” Loki decided, sneering, “How come you get the simplicity of an unconnected life? You have no expectations to meet.” 

Thor frowned, “I did not choose it. If I could go back, I would save her, no matter how it must be done.”

Loki looked around, bristling, “I will find it myself, and I will remove this gods forsaken bond.” Thor reached for him, but did not close the distance, knowing Loki would not appreciate it. 

“Why do you hate it so?” He tried to sound indifferent, he tried to show he did not care what Loki did with his life. He was afraid Loki would take it the wrong way and turn on him again, like all those years ago.

Thor had believed Loki changed. That his hatred for the galaxy and community around had diminished. No, Thor knew he had changed. More than he had in the timeline of his complex life. 

Loki still hadn't responded to his question, staring out into the vastness from the window. his fingers wrung together, in a sort of nervous manner. 

He sighed, closing his eyes briefly, “The commitment, I suppose. The expectation to be just as perfect as him.” 

Excerpt 3

The sky above them shone with its radiant shades, the Bifrost below glowing. The weight of them standing there did not cause the crystals harm, but made them chime beautifully. 

Loki opened his mouth to speak the last number, but Adam interrupted him, calling the countdown quicker. “One,” Adam breathed, using one hand to press his soul into Loki, and the other to pull Loki’s face forward. 

Loki pressed his soul in at the same moment, the soulmate’s actions flawlessly mirrored. There was pain, but it wasn’t a bad pain, it was a final pain. Pain that let Loki know this was it, something forever. The strings of fate had been pulled, and straightened themselves back out. 

Buzzing in his head, prickling in his limbs, and softness in his bones. Adam’s hand lay on the back of his head, carding through his ravenette locks. His hand pulled the god forward, harder against Adam’s forehead, harder against his chest. The souls shone together, bumping against their chests.

full fic on ao3, open to guests!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66572020/chapters/171718633

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 69 🔞

Prompt: Yoongi is a total cockslut and his boyfriend indulges him

Tags: Unprotected sex, rimming, Taehyung is traumatized, hair pulling

A/N: Full disclosure - this is actually a repost of a repost. It started as a thread on Twitter, then I transferred it to AO3, & now it’s here with some editing from the original. You’ll see today’s 100 words somewhere else 😏

Usually they’ll be in bed and Yoongi will wake up from a nap. Jin was reading in bed while Yoongi was napping. Half asleep, Yoongi reached over and started pawing at Jin’s pants.

“It’s that time is it?” Jin asked, looking down at him over the top of his book.

“Mmhmm,” Yoongi noised, wrestling with the button on Jin’s jeans. He finally picked up his head and got Jin’s pants open. Jin lifted his hips so Yoongi could pull down his pants & underwear. Jin went back to his book while Yoongi worked him to hardness.

“Missed this,” he mumbled, still not quite awake.

“All yours again,” Jin smiled at him before turning the page. When Jin was completely hard, Yoongi grabbed the lube and doused Jin’s cock. One time they all got drunk and had a literal dick comparing contest. Yoongi was quite smug when his boyfriend won by a long shot.

Yoongi pulled off his sweats and underwear. He reached back to open himself up, but not much. He loved how Jin stretches him. Once the initial burn passed of course.

Yoongi lowered himself onto Jin’s cock, moaning loudly as he quickly bottomed out. Jin smiled to himself, but didn’t look up.

“So full,” Yoongi moaned.

“Happy?” Jin asked, rubbing Yoongi’s side.

“Uh huh,” Yoongi dropped his head back, pushing his hands against Jin’s hips.

“Enjoy yourself, babe,” the older man told him even though Yoongi didn’t really need permission. He started grinding on his boyfriend’s cock making no effort to stay quiet. They’d been apart for almost a month and Yoongi missed their routine. They’d been together long enough that Jin hardly even noticed anymore. He’d periodically hum or rub Yoongi’s side, but mostly left Yoongi to enjoy Jin’s cock as he pleased. They both know when Yoongi actually wanted sex and not just to ride Jin. After a month of not seeing each other, the couple is well aware that Yoongi’s cock slut side will dominate for at least a week.

“Fuck, Jinnie. I missed this so much. That dildo you gave me wasn’t the same,” Yoongi whined.

“I’m sorry, love. I tried. I even measured for you,” Jin told him.

“I guess I just...need you,” he grunted as he started to bounce on Jin’s dick.

“Nice to know you’re gonna keep me around,” the older man grinned.

“A-always,” Yoongi breathed, leaning closer into Jin’s chest. Then someone knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” Jin called.

“It’s me. Are you watching porn in there?” Taehyung asked through the door.

“Nope, no porn,” Jin replies. Tae opened the door to the sight of Jin sitting on the bed with his pants partially pulled down and Yoongi naked from the waist down bouncing on Jin’s cock.

“Holy fuck, Seokjin! You could’ve told me you’re having sex!” Taehyung turned his head.

“Eh, not really,” Jin shrugged. “What did you need?” Jin put his book down and Yoongi was pressed against his chest, moaning and whining.

“I don’t remember now,” Taehyung said.

“You should try this sometime. It’s a great way to bond as a couple,” Jin said.

“By having someone walk in on you?!” Tae still hadn’t totally processed what he’s half seeing and definitely hearing. Jesus, Yoongi’s loud.

“Ever have Jimin just ride you until he comes?” Jin asked.

“No! We have sex! Like normal people!” Taehyung protested.

“Something you might want to consider,” Jin put his hand on Yoongi’s back as he rode him even harder. “I’m sure Yoon would agree with me if he wasn’t so preoccupied.”

“I...you...bye,” Taehyung closed the door without another word.

“Only trying to help,” Jin said, mostly to himself. “You close?”

“S-soon,” Yoongi grunted into Jin’s neck.

“Okay,” Jin replied. He picked his book up and started to read over Yoongi’s shoulder. When he felt Yoongi start to shudder around his cock, Jin put the book back down and moved Yoongi just enough so he can take off his shirt. It only took once for him to learn he didn’t like getting come on his shirt. Yoongi circled his arms around Jin’s neck. As Jin rested his hands on Yoongi’s lower back, the younger man came in a fit of keening and bucking - his cock smacking against Jin’s stomach. He came for what seems like forever, but likely just the product of a month of pent up orgasms. Yoongi slumped against Jin when he finished, ignoring the sticky come on both of them.

“Staying,” he muttered into Jin’s neck.

“That’s fine,” Jin replied. He’s still hard and nowhere near coming. Yoongi will fall back asleep for a bit, still on Jin’s cock. Then he’ll wake up and shamelessly abuse the older’s impressive dick again. Jin thought how much he missed it too as he felt Yoongi lull into sleep. Nothing could replace the feeling of his completely sated boyfriend asleep on his chest and a good book.

-

Yoongi stirred against Jin’s chest. He’d gotten off twice since Taehyung walked in on them earlier. Jin was still chuckling to himself about that.

“Ready for another round?” Jin asked, ruffling Yoongi’s hair. The younger man gives him a sloppy, lazy kiss.

“Sex,” he whined a little.

“So you actually want me to fuck you now?” Jin laughed.

“Please,” he rubbed his nose against Jin’s.

“How should I take you? From behind? On your back? I definitely think you’ve ridden me enough,” the older man kissed him.

“From behind. I always feel so dirty spread open for you like that,” Yoongi replied.

“And I love seeing you spread open for me like that. Nice and wide for me. Ready to ruin you,” Jin put his hands on Yoongi’s hips.

“Fucking ruin me, Jinnie. Please,” he whined.

“Up you go, baby,” Jin guided Yoongi off his cock. It’s a little sore from being ridden hard for several hours, but that won’t stop him. Jin got a raging case of blue balls after the third time Yoongi came.

Yoongi rolled over on his stomach and stuck his ass in the air, practically presenting to Jin. The older man couldn’t resist.

He mouthed at one of Yoongi’s perky asscheeks and ran his fingers around the rim. Yoongi whimpered. Jin pressed gently without actually entering him.

“Jinnie...not fair,” Yoongi whined.

“What’s not fair, baby?” the older man picked up his head and rested his chin on Yoongi’s ass, still teasing his hole.

“You’re teasing,” Yoongi pouted.

“I think I’m allowed a little teasing. You’ve come 3 times and I haven’t come at all,” Jin massaged the other cheek. Yoongi whined in protest, but didn’t move. Jin grazed his teeth across the perfect white skin of his boyfriend’s ass. Jin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s thighs and dipped the tip of his tongue into the younger’s pulsing hole.

“Fuck Jinnie!” he gasped. Jin giggled against his rim causing Yoongi to squirm. He pressed his tongue in further, holding Yoongi in place. Yoongi loved it when Jin used his tongue. After being apart for a month, Jin can practically feel Yoongi falling apart. He picked up his head and kissed Yoongi’s lower back.

“Why’d you stop?” Yoongi panted.

“Because it’s not time for you to finish yet, baby,” Jin sat up on his knees and put fresh lube on his rock hard cock. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he was determined to try. Yoongi whined loudly at the empty feeling. Jin didn’t make him wait long as he thrust hard into him. Yoongi grunted and slid forward on the bed.

“Better, baby?” Jin asked, weaving his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair.

“Yeah,” he panted. Jin pulled him up onto all fours and began pounding into him. Yoongi was loose from sitting on him all afternoon, but it still felt good to be inside him. It still felt good to feel him contract around his cock as he struggled to keep his breath.

“Jinnie, Jinnie, please,” Yoongi whimpered.

“What, baby?” the older man asked, still holding on to Yoongi’s hair.

“Harder,” tears were starting to roll down the younger man’s cheeks. Jin tightened his grip in Yoongi’s hair and pulled his head back.

“Since you said please,” he replied, placing his other hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. He began to ram his cock into the smaller man, completely manhandling him. Yoongi moaned and whined giving no thought to the other five residents of the house. Jin saw Yoongi start to claw at the sheets.

“You ready to come for me, baby?” his voice was deep with need, his own orgasm tickling between his legs.

“Yes, yes...” Yoongi whimpered. Jin slammed into him one, two more times then Yoongi came hard all over the sheets below him, shaking under Jin’s grip. In spite of his best efforts, Yoongi’s orgasm tipped Jin over the edge. He let go of the younger man’s hair and falls across his back, thrusting hard into him as he came with the force of a lost month. He buried his face between Yoongi’s shoulders gasping his name like it was his dying breaths. When they finished, Yoongi dropped down with Jin on his back.

“I missed this,” Yoongi said, already half asleep and fucked out.

“Me too,” Jin agreed as he played with Yoongi’s hair.

“I love you,” Yoongi says quietly.

“I love you too, baby,” Jin replied. “Sleep well.”

“You too,” Yoongi yawned.

And they fall asleep that way, not a care in the world.

[sage-nebula]

Book Reviews: The Wonder Engine - T. Kingfisher

Rating: 3/5

The Wonder Engine by T. Kingfisher is the second and final book in the Clocktaur War duology. It picks up precisely where the first book left off, aside from a faux prologue in the beginning that summarizes the first book in case the reader decided to start with the second. The plot threads from the first book are further explored and tied together in the second, with no mystery left hanging by the end. As far as the overall plot goes, Kingfisher did an excellent job of seeing everything through to a satisfying conclusion, and the mystery, adventure, and action do not disappoint.

Unfortunately, a key tenant of this book -- the romance -- leaves much to be desired.

In the first book it became immediately clear that the primary romance was going to be between Slate (the forger sometimes referred to as a "ninja accountant) and Caliban (the ex-paladin of the Dreaming God). It was immediately clear because within a chapter or two of meeting one another the two characters were sizing each other up for attractiveness and musing about wedding ring scars. Fortunately, the incredibly rushed romance tapered off after Slate made a thoughtless comment about Caliban being a "ladykiller" (insensitive due to his recent past), and hope grew that the story instead would focus more on the band of four (Slate, Caliban, Brenner, and Learned Edmund) becoming an unlikely group of fire-forged friends and found family.

This was unfortunately not to be the case.

Near the end of the first book it became clear that Slate's feelings toward Caliban were warming up again, and that Caliban -- inexplicably, to a degree, because his PoV had been missing for much of the book -- returned those feelings. We also learned that Brenner, a past lover of Slate's, was suddenly feeling jealous and possessive, creating a love triangle that would prevent Caliban and Brenner from truly bonding. As exasperating as this was, I had hoped that it would not carry over too much into the second book, and that we could instead focus more on the journey at hand.

We couldn't.

The romance subplot (if it can be called that; it's better called a romantic plot tumor) dominates the second book. While the plot and intrigue are still there, everything is tainted by the forced romance between Slate and Caliban. To be honest, calling it "romance" is generous; the two hardly know each other for much of the story, and instead lust over each other to the point where Caliban thinks about "taking" Slate numerous times before they actually kiss, a phrase / fantasy that comes disturbingly close to rape (save for the fact that in Caliban's fantasies Slate enjoys herself, but nonetheless). The two constantly pine over each other's physical appearances and good looks, barely sparing a thought to each other's personalities. In fact, given that most of Slate's internal monologue is her complaining about Caliban's personality and wishing he acted more like Brenner while still looking like herself, it's truly hard to believe she's in love with him when she can seem to hardly stand him as a person. And unfortunately, this hardly changes by the end of the novel. Likewise, Caliban does at least seem to favor Slate's personality, but he also seems to constantly wish that she was more of a damsel than she is, and spends most of his time torn between lusting after her appearance, and wanting to protect her, rather than wanting to actually spend time with and get to know her.

All of this is made worse by the presence of the love triangle. Caliban and Brenner have dick measuring contests numerous times with one another, and each time it seems that they might have made progress toward becoming friends, that progress is immediately regressed again so they can fight over Slate. We never learn about Brenner's history or get any further insight into his character, because Kingfisher evidently didn't see fit to develop him given that he was the Love Rival. Worse still, Brenner is killed off at the end of the book, by Caliban himself no less. It is revealed that Brenner was possessed by the rune-demon in the first book, yet not only did that entire sequence in the first book leave no room for Brenner to become possessed as well, but this revelation came out of absolutely nowhere. There was no hint leading up to the fact that Brenner was possessed. None. As such, it feels like an excuse to end the love triangle by killing Brenner off so that Slate couldn't end up with him, which is extremely disappointing for those of us who would have much rather the group of four become an inseparable found family of sorts (or at least fire-forged friends, as I said) rather than just reduced down to a single questionably-written romantic pair.

Finally, the romantic plot tumor poisoned and killed another interesting plot point. Throughout the first book it's made evident time and again that Slate doesn't wish to return to Anuket City because there are people there who want her dead. We find out in this book that those people are a mob boss who wishes to hang her in a "crow cage" to be eaten by the birds after he cuts out her eyes. As you do when you bring up a plot point time and again, Kingfisher does have Slate captured by Boss Horsehead and strung up in the crow cage (before being taken down to be tortured). But instead of resolving this plot thread in a satisfying way, it was instead used to push Caliban and Slate together romantically (or sexually, rather, as the case may be). After Slate is rescued we never hear from Boss Horsehead or his goons again. No further threat is launched. It's mentioned a couple times, but they aren't pursued, they aren't attacked. It's clear that Slate was only put in danger so Caliban could rescue and literally sweep her off her feet in a kiss, and that is immensely disappointing.

All in all, while I enjoyed the overall plot, worldbuilding, characters, and Kingfisher's writing style, the romantic plot tumor that permeated most of the book was not to my taste. While I was previously eagerly awaiting devouring Kingfisher's book, I'm now feeling wary about the one I'll begin reading tomorrow. I would recommend The Wonder Engine to anyone who read Clockwork Boys so they can see how the story ends, but I am sad to say that, for me, this book did not live up to its predecessor.