#how to write smut scenes

[rookamell]

Other Plans for the Evening

Pairing: Lucanis x Rook

Summary: Scene after the Illario fight, but the way I would have written it. It's not that deep or different, but I think it's better. My Rook but mostly I wasn't specific.

Disclaimer: Whoo first Lucanis fic! I'm still trying to find the DA companions' voices so you might have to bear with me a little bit. This has been in my brain since the MOMENT he said "I have other plans for the evening". I tried to make him that weird mix of awkward and smooth so lmk if I did that or if I need to work on it. Might come back and edit.

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"You came back here just for coffee?"

Rook's voice startled him out of his thoughts.

When he looked up at her, his heart gave a lurch, the same lurch it had given every other time he'd laid eyes on her.

Her hair was damp and sligtly wavy from her bath, still, and she wore leather trousers and a shirt. It was difficult to see in the dim firelight, but he knew the blue of the shirt would be reflected in her eyes, twinkling above the bemused grin she was giving him.

"What, the stuff in that gigantic villa wasn't good enough for you?"

She folded her arms across her chest, eyebrows raised and dimples clearly visible as she grinned down at him. Mercifully, Spite was being quiet for once. He idly wondered if demons ever got tired, or overwhelmed after a long day. Something to ask Emmrich about, perhaps.

"It's better if I make it myself," he said, not quite managing to smile back at her, despite the lightness that smile brought to his chest.

"And besides, I wanted some quiet."

He hated that her smile melted slightly, her shoulders tightening ever so slightly. He doubted anyone else would have noticed, but he did.

"So," she said, "First Talon?"

"First Talon," he said, and if he was honest with himself, it did not fit right in his mouth.

"I still cannot believe Caterina did that."

Lucanis is the new First Talon. His decision stands.

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly, but her fingers tensed where they rested on her arm.

"Does that mean you're leaving?"

Ah.

He almost grinned.

"No," he said simply. "We have a contract. Besides, Caterina might have named me First Talon, but there's no stopping her from giving all the orders."

This time her smile was wider, and she tilted her head to the side so her hair shifted, glinting golden in the firelight. He ached to run his fingers through it.

"You know," she said, her eyes twinkling with laughter again, "You could have said, 'Of course not. I would never leave with you still here.'

Her Antivan accent was good. Too good. It made his chest feel tight whenever she pretended to be him. He grinned back at her despite himself.

"I would never leave with you still here," he said. "You'll have me for as long as I can put off the Crows."

He saw her brow furrow slightly, but she hid it quickly.

Before he could let his nerves interfere, he stood up, setting his half empty cup down on the table as he did.

"I may have had another reason for leaving the party early," he said, letting his voice drop slightly. He saw her eyes narrow, but then she gave him a crooked grin.

"Besides coffee, you mean?"

He walked past her, to the open space between the dining table and the door, and held out his hand to her.

"Dance with me," he said softly.

It was the first time he'd seen her truly taken aback. To his delight, her mouth even dropped slightly open.

"Dance with you?" She asked, as if he'd just asked her to jump into the Fade.

"What?" He asked.

"There's no music. Also, I told you," she said, shoulders tensing again, "I'm a terrible dancer."

She had. Technically she'd told all of them.

You'd have to get me drunk first, I'm afraid, it's mortifying otherwise. I got told I have about four left feet.

"You did," he said, still holding out his hand. "But you also said you loved to dance."

She tilted her head to the side, almost pleading.

"It's only me," he said softly.

"That's what's worrying me," she said, almost too quiet for him to hear, and he remembered that this was as new to her as it was to him.

What would a first kiss taste like?

Like hope.

She held back for a moment longer, then hesitantly, she placed her fingers in his hand.

They were warm, and her callouses scraped against his own as she allowed him to pull her close to him. His heart thumped in his chest, as if it was trying to get to her.

"I don't know how to do this," she said, and he knew she wasn't only talking about the dancing.

"Like this," he said, curling his left hand around her right, and placing the other one on his shoulder.

"Your elbow has to stay up," he said seriously, lifting said elbow so it was almost in line with her shoulder before dropping his hand to her waist. "Caterina would smack me with a cane if I got it wrong."

"If you try and smack me with a cane..." she started, leaving the threat unfinished.

"I couldn't find one," he said. She tried to hide a grin, but her dimples gave her away, and suddenly those hours with Caterina and her cane seemed worth it to him.

"Now," he said, "step back with your right foot."

She did, looking at her feet, and he followed, relishing the warmth of her hand on his shoulder, the way his hand fit perfectly on her waist.

"Back and to the left with the other."

She did so, and he followed.

"Now bring your feet together, and do the same with the other foot."

They went slowly, and he enjoyed watching the crease between her eyebrows as she concentrated.

Gently, he let go of her waist so he could tilt her face up to his own.

"You should look your partner in the eyes," he said, aware that his voice had dropped lower, but not really caring, "Not where you are going to step."

"And if I step wrong?" She asked, her voice slightly breathy. It felt like soft fingers tracing their way down his spine.

"Trust me to guide you," he replied, his hand going back to her waist.

The corner of her mouth curled up ever so slightly.

"Alright," she said. "I trust you."

As they moved slowly through the room, the firelight caught her eyes and hair, gilding her in gold and taking his breath from him. In fact, breathing felt suddenly like a very big effort.

"What is it?" She asked quietly, almost as if she was scared he would run if she spoke too loudly. He wasn't too certain he wouldn't.

"You are so beautiful," he said, before he could think about it too much, though his voice was markedly less smooth than it had been.

Her eyes, her beautiful, sparkling eyes, widened slightly.

"Really?" She asked.

"Would I ever lie to you?"

She smiled. It was small and soft this time.

"No one's ever called me that before," she whispered.

"Good," he managed to whisper back. "I would have to kill them."

And she laughed. By the blood of the Maker, she laughed and every terrible moment up until just then seemed as though it had a purpose.

"There's that smile," he said, when her laughter died down.

"Yours too," she replied, still grinning happily at him.

"Thank you, Rook," he found himself saying.

"You don't need to thank me."

She leaned in slightly, mischief in her eyes.

"For you, it's on the house."

His stomach tightened slightly when she did the accent, but he tried his best to ignore it.

"Did Illario hurt you?" He asked. "I'll skin him if he did."

She touched the scratch on her neck from Illario's, thankfully unpoisoned, blade.

"A scratch," she said dissmissively. "He hurt my pride more than anything else."

They moved for a few seconds in silence while he waited for her to ask the obvious next question.

"Do you regret..."

"Giving him a chance?"

He'd been thinking about it since they had left Villa Dellamorte.

Didn't you tell me he was basically your brother and your closest childhood friend?

"No," he said. "You were right. He's family."

Family. The word tasted sour in his mouth.

"I didn't even suspect him," he said. "When the Venatori caught me on the boat in Tevinter, it never even crossed my mind."

Almost without meaning to, he brought her right hand to his heart, his fingers tightening over hers. She lay her head on his shoulder as he pulled her closer, a solid weight against him. A comfort, for the first time in his life.

"He's better than I thought," he said, absently resting his cheek against her head. Her hair smelled of lightning, and a faint, almost unnoticeable trace of honey. "Maybe there is hope for him yet."

She snorted a soft laugh through her nose, making him grin. It vanished quickly, though.

"But this wasn't a mercy. Being watched by all the Crows, with their knives out? He will never live down being the Traitor Crow, brought down in front of everyone. There is nowhere he can run."

"I was surprised you listened to me," she said. He felt her breath tickle his neck, involuntarily clutched her closer against him.

"So was I," he said. "But... I don't have a lot to lose. What there is... Caterina, this team... you, even my idiot cousin. I'm not giving that up."

She stopped moving, lifting her head up to look at him. She wore the softest smile he'd ever seen on her face.

"What's that look?"

"You have a big heart," she said softly, "For an assassin."

He tried to look away at the tone of her voice, at the emotion in it, but she gently turned his face toward her again.

"That's not a bad thing," she said.

"If it brought me here," he said, taking her hand again and kissing it on a whim, "To this moment with you, then it cannot be a bad thing. I just... I cannot believe he would do all of this, only to be First Talon."

She frowned up at him.

"He said you didn't want to be First Talon."

"I don't. But how am I supposed to trust him with it now? How is anyone? The funny thing is, he might have finally proven he has the abillity for it."

"Right before getting humilliated in front of everyone," she said, grinning slightly.

"Exactly."

He sighed, though it came out as more of a frustrated growl.

"Fucking Illario."

"Hey," she said, gently reaching up and smoothing out the crease between his brows. The gesture made his chest ache.

"We'll work it out," she said softly. "Together. But for now... "

He took her hand again, holding it to his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

"Just be here with me," she said. "Just for a little while."

"I can do that," he said. "For a little while."

She smiled, and he could see the day was starting to get to her, the tiredness starting to reach her eyes.

"Rook..." he started, not sure what he was going to say, but needing to say something before his chest caved in on itsself. She cut him off before he could.

"Shhhh," she said gently, kissing him for a long moment before laying her head back on his shoulder. He forgot, sometimes, that he could kiss her. Usually, Spite was there to remind him, with enthusiasm. It scared him, how much he ached to feel her lips against his own.

"Don't ruin it."

So he held her close, and kissed her forehead, and later he let her fall asleep on his lap in the chair, savouring the way she held on to his hand even in sleep, and finally letting his fingers run through her hair, softer than silk against his skin.

[honeyblackberries]

feeling absolutely deliriously horny for true form sukuna (18+)

true form sukuna who barely waits for the cum to stop spilling out of his bottom cock before he jerks out and moves to fill you with the top one.

large hands grab your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces your gaze on where the two of you connect. his bottom cock glistens with your wetness but what catches your attention is the way he’s placed his top cock at your entrance. 

“wait–” you’re sore. taking his size again so soon would be too much. 

sukuna only grunts in response, annoyed by your pleas. he won't let any of his seed go to waste. you should be grateful he allows you such an honour, brat. but your body doesn’t make it easy for him, his thick head is barely able to fit inside. another sound of irritation slips from him and you can tell this is where his patience ends. 

it’s filthy the way he spits with his stomach mouth, saliva dripping down his tip and onto your pussy. his other set of hands massaging it in to loosen you up.

"kuna–"

"if you can still talk then i'm not finished fucking you."

[b1mbodoll]

need him in The Most primal way

[nenoname]

stan twins the canon cptsd brothers i will always think about all your unaddressed issues that would make perfect plot fuel for your spinoff

and also the whole 'stan getting that poem by bill via a website which contrasts with bill getting one from the axolotl via a website' foreshadowing thing

like idk i would love something like su future but like more optimistic, aka not an accumulated breakdown that has to be mostly resolved off screen at the end :/// but something thats being kinda addressed throughout? (although would love to see one of them turn into a monster thats always fun lol)

stan having severe issues from his dad and those years of being homeless that we keep on getting more info on but never really getting confronted on (the drifter catalogue and tijuana incident...), him being completely alone for like twenty years when running the shack before soos comes along to the point that 1998 is noted as his low point, and him not really learning about bill+what he did to ford until ages after he killed him if he ever did get the full context

while i think amnesia and everyone seeing him as a hero actually helped with stan's 'i'm a worse version of my brother' thing its still a lingering issue too and we now got him being insecure over his own hands

ford being immediately thrown from 'being tortured by bill' to 'being stuck in the multiverse and being chased by bounty hunters constantly', him fully expecting himself to die when destroying bill, and him only now being safe for the first time in 30 years ....relatively safe, he's still in constant danger because of course he is

idk in the end the series wants them to be happy and they deserve it, its why i wasn't too worried about the book being like 'ooh bill is back!! and the book is haunting ford' thing cos i knew they'll be ok

[clarabellashere]

Daryl Dixon x Reader

tw: +18, smut (without sex because I don't know how to write that 😭)

no use of pronouns for reader

Animalistic, that’s how you would describe your feelings. 

When the end of the world is upon you something changes within yourself. Some would say that a part of you dies, humanity vanishes, but deep inside, you know nothing of you is different, you are no different than before, you have always been like this, felt like this, suppressed the need and hunger. 

You used to feel so weird when eating in public, something akin to shame of your inappropriate behavior when any sane person would know that eating an apple while walking is not inappropriate or “weird”. The hunger has always been there, your primal instincts have always been in you, embedded in your genes, your dna. 

Humans always forgot that they were animals. Now there isn’t really a difference, we survive and eat like any other pig, any other animal. 

There’s not much thinking, you act for your survival. And there definitely wasn’t any when you kissed Daryl Dixon. You had an appetite and acted upon your needs. And like the animals you both are, he answered by deepening the kiss and evolving you in his arms, flexing his muscles and pulsating with adrenaline. 

You were both on a run, being surprised by a dozen or so walkers in the abandoned grocery store. Your bodies drenched in sweat and black blood from the corpses, hollow breaths and heat emitting from your bodies. Your eyes locked once the last one of them dropped to the ground, gun and crossbow still aiming. You didn’t feel the small rise of your lips, Daryl did. 

Oh, how he loved that smirk of yours, that something tingling in your eyes. Your hair definitely escaping from your hair tie and sticking to your wet forehead. He fixated on a small bead of sweat glistening and traveling from your neck, to your clavicles until deep inside where he could no longer see but couldn't stop thinking about. 

With his eyes traveling from your chest to your body he lowered his crossbow and as his gaze went to your eyes, he walked closer to you, the proximity making you lower your own gun and rotate your body to his, stepping back once he was close to you, way closer than you have ever been. The cold wall making a gasp escape from your lips. 

With his eyes still fixed on yours, he touched your arm but didn't dare to move his hand, as if all the bravery he had in him vanished once he touched you, once he was sure it wasn’t one of the many dreams he had just like this. Once his skin was on yours, it was over. You didn’t care about being inappropriate, professional or any other crap you once used to hide your feelings, your needs. You launched yourself to him and pressed your mouth to his, tongue slipping in. 

Daryl didn’t hold back now, if you wanted him, he was yours. His body was yours. He hugged you tighter, your body fully pressed against him, your hands in his hair or on his shoulders, feeling him. His hands found their way under your shirt, loving the feel of your warm skin of your back against his calloused hands. 

Legs intertwined, moaning and gasping for air, sloppy kisses and playful bites in each other's skin. Animals is all you were.

[necrotic-nephilim]

"Can you two manage not to tear each other apart while I'm gone?"

Bruce, Jason, and Tim (With JayTim or maybe even BruJayTim)

send a quote and a ship and I'll write a short fic!

god, this one was so good. so, you get the catch-22 of this being a bit longer, 4.5k, but with the warning, i have not edited it so it might be a little rough. but the whole point of this is quick fun so! this is basically Tim and Jason trying to kill each other bc they're under the influence of a toxin. both have a relationship with Bruce and are mad about it. it does end in some short JayTim porn and an implied BruJayTim ending. you could argue dub-con, but it's mostly consensual. enjoy <3

Tim honestly would’ve preferred if it was fear toxin or Joker venom.

Those, he at least knew the tricks for dealing with. How to keep his heart rate down, how to focus and not give in to his body’s adrenaline response. And even if none of those failed, the worst of the fear toxin was just something Tim could wait out while playing distracting music.

This was different.

Anger was different.

“It looks like someone took Crane’s compound and modified it,” Bruce, the lucky bastard who had managed not to inhale the substance, was stood perfectly calm in front of the Batcomputer. “It’s difficult to tell though without a direct sample.”

“If you would just let me look at it maybe we could get somewhere,” Tim hissed through grit teeth, aiming a lethal scowl at Bruce. His nails were digging into his palm. He frowned and tried to take a break. “I’m sorry.”

Bruce looked over his shoulder at Tim with concern and pity. “Are you sure you don’t want to be tranquilized until I synthesize the cure?”

“Bruce, if you try to get close enough to tranq me, I’ll probably try to rip your larynx out with my teeth,” Tim said. The itch for violence sat right underneath his fingertips. He was desperate for it, already twitching at the thought.

Logic and reasoning were hard to hold onto. Every straight thought Tim had was immediately consumed by the fire of fury, burned into something unrecognizable.

Tim didn’t feel like himself when he was angry. That was the worst part. He never liked his anger before and now, it was the only part of him on display. An ugly and twisted thing.

“He could just shoot you with a tranq dart,” Jason said smoothly. “I’d pay to see it.”

Jason was also affected by the rage toxin, though compared to Tim, he looked barely bothered. His head was tilted back to rest against the back of his chair, eyes closed. Both hands were in his lap, fingers calmly laced. His hands were forced together by the same cuffs that Tim was also wearing. Tim had suggested the cuffs when he tried to claw out Bruce’s eyes because Bruce put a hand on his shoulder. Despite Jason’s lack of reaction, it was universally decided to also put Jason in the cuffs. The handcuffs were chained to the chairs Tim and Jason were sitting in, with at least six feet’s distance between them so they couldn’t try to grab each other.

Which Tim had done at least a half a dozen times by now.

“If you’re not going to have helpful input you can keep your goddamn mouth shut,” Tim snapped, holding himself still in the chair from trying to launch across the room again. His muscles were so tense from clenching them that he was starting to shake.

“Tim,” Bruce said softly, giving him a look. Bruce was perfectly fine if Tim snapped at him. But when Tim snapped at Jason, he got a stern reprimand.

Which only pissed Tim off more.

He didn’t understand how he was fine with Bruce sleeping with both of them now. The thought was ridiculously enraging, how he could allow Bruce to even be around Jason Todd. It usually didn’t bother Tim, and was one of the things Tim accepted about Bruce. The lack of monogamy.

But now? Staring at Jason’s smug face that Tim itched to break? It made Tim’s blood boil.

He was more important and useful to Bruce than Jason could ever be. And Tim didn’t have a pile of bodies on his ledger. He actually knew he to behave like a person and not a wild animal.

Ironic how they looked now, then.

Jason’s face split into a feral grin. He leaned forward. “Yeah, Tim,” his tone mocked the one Bruce used. “Let’s behave ourselves.”

Tim could see it in Jason’s eyes. How angry he was, how he was holding back everything that Tim couldn’t. His little show was a facade and Tim damn well knew it.

He wanted to rip Tim apart just as badly.

Now it was Jason who Bruce gave the look to. “This is easier for you to control than it is for him, Jason. Don’t try to provoke him.”

Tim hated how he was spoken about as if he wasn’t even there. Like he was some hapless child throwing a temper tantrum that Bruce was indulging, but sharing quiet whispers about with the real adults.

Like he thought Jason could control himself better than Tim just because Jason had experience with the Lazarus Pit, making him less susceptible to anger manipulation.

At least that was the working theory, currently. Jason’s working theory was simply that he was better than Tim. It was when he said that, that Tim suggested the handcuffs. He had enough of his wits left about him to know he’d sort of regret killing Jason Todd, no matter how badly he wanted to right now.

Jason just shrugged at Bruce’s words and relaxed back into his chair, crossing his legs. “He shouldn’t be so easily provokable then.”

“You know damn well-” Tim started.

“Timothy.” Bruce put a command in his voice that he rarely used with Tim. It made Tim straighten on instinct. The endless patience Bruce had was getting worn more and more thin with every jab and insult traded between Tim and Jason. He looked like he was at his wit’s end. “Don’t listen to him.”

A slow, deep breath did nothing to calm Tim’s nerves. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and then resisted the urge to spit it at Bruce. “B, I love you, but you have no idea how hard this is. Especially around him of all people.”

The look that crossed Bruce’s face was pained. They always danced around the elephant in the room, that was Bruce accepting Jason back into the fold a little too quickly for everyone’s comfort. It was his soft spot showing. Even when Tim wasn’t under the influence of a drug he didn’t like it and had tried several times to warn Bruce that Jason was a lost cause.

It’d caused a lot of arguments on their best days. Weeks of not speaking to each other on their worst.

And because Tim was the dutiful partner, the loving Robin, he always gave in first. Bruce needed him. In some ways, romantically. But in most ways, Bruce just needed genuine companionship from someone who wasn’t batshit crazy and murdering drug lords like it was a sport. That was Tim’s job. A job he liked, even.

Not that he was too fond of it right now.

They both knew, deep down Bruce had desperate wants of Jason and Tim getting along. The soft comments Bruce made about how well Tim and Jason could work together in a hypothetical always held an unspoken meaning. It wasn’t actually about Tim working with Jason on the field. It was about the fantasy of them being in Bruce’s bed at the same time, loving each other the way they loved him.

That would happen over Tim’s cold, dead body.

“I know,” Bruce said quietly. He reached out for Tim, then seeing the look in Tim’s eye, seemed to think against it and pulled his hand back. It only made Tim angrier. Angry Bruce didn’t currently trust Tim to give him affection. Angry Bruce was right not to trust him. So goddamn angry that despite craving comfort, all Tim wanted to do was bite the hand that fed him. A frustrated growl came out of Tim’s throat and he kicked the ground.

“You know,” Jason drawled, studying Tim with his barely contained madness, “I’m glad for it, honestly. I was starting to think you didn’t have any bite in you at all, Drake. Least we all know what it takes for you to finally snap.”

Tim opened his mouth for a biting insult, but looked at Bruce. He took a deep breath. “I hope all this self-restraint you’re showing is a lesson you keep when all this is over. The last thing we need is for you to go on another murder rampage because someone hurt your feelings.”

Jason’s eyes flared. His hands curled into fists. “Oh, you have no idea the self-restraint I show. If you want to see on a real rampage I’ll fucking-”

“Enough!” Bruce slammed a hand on the console. He ran his hand over his face and sighed. “I have more files on fear toxin in my study I need to find.” Bruce looked between them, giving them both a hard stare. “Can you two manage not to tear each other apart while I’m gone?”

“Ask him,” Jason shrugged. He was trying to sound nonchalant again, but he spoke through grit teeth. “I’m just fine over here.”

Tim just held up his cuffed hands, showing where the chain ended, keeping him firmly connected to the steel chair. “I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to.”

Bruce nodded. He passed one more look between the two of them. “I’ll be right back. We’ll figure this out, I promise.” Again, he looked like he wanted to reach out. To which of them, Tim wasn’t sure. probably both, which sent an involuntary wave of disgust through his body. If Bruce touched Jason in front of him, Tim was probably going to puke. Bruce turned on his heel and walked out of the cave. They both watched his figure slowly disappear from view.

Before Tim could even turn to Jason and say something, he was tackled to the ground by a blindingly fast and heavy human body.

“What the-” Tim started, raising his hands to protect his face when a fist tried to come down on it. “How the fuck-”

Jason was wearing a grin that had gone completely mad, in every definition of the word. He had easily pinned Tim to the ground, a knee on Tim’s chest. Jason’s hands were still cuffed together but somehow, he’d undone the chain connecting him to his chair. Which boded particularly poorly for Tim, who was still chained to his chair, giving his arms a limited range of movement to defend himself.

Of course, Jason had picked the lock without either of them noticing.

“Thought you were the smart one, Drake,” Jason sneered. His hands were forced together, so when he reached for his waist with one hand they both had to move away from Tim’s face. “You really fucking thought I’d willingly hand over all my weapons to Bruce in a room with you?” He pulled a small, switchblade out from under his waistband and flipped it open. “I wouldn’t have even if I wasn’t drugged.”

“I knew you were acting, you fucking bastard,” Tim snarled. He didn’t have a weapon. It had been his suggestion to hand all of them over to Bruce because Tim was trying to be reasonable.

He should’ve fucking known better. There was never any reasoning with Jason.

Tim still had his bare hands. He launched them toward Jason’s throat. They managed to curl around flesh, nails just starting to dig in, when Jason stabbed Tim in the hand. Tim yelled, yanking his hand away and taking the other one with it.

That was the other shitty part of the anger. It made pain harder to ignore.

“Had to convince Bruce it was okay to leave you alone with me,” Jason said, shrugging slightly. “Figured I would only get one chance.” He raised the knife and tried to bring it down on Tim’s face. Tim managed to stop him, getting the knife tangled in the chains. “For fuck’s sake.” Jason shifted his weight. He pulled the knife free and brought up his over leg, using it to pin down the chain under his boot. Without any slack, Tim’s hands were forced against the ground, tugging uselessly.

“I will rip you apart with my teeth if I have to,” Tim growled, trying to snap at Jason’s face to prove his point.

Jason easily dodged and laughed. “I’d like to see you try. Maybe It’ll make you interesting, for once.” He brought the knife down and held it to Tim’s throat. “Grayson, I could’ve understood. He’s a pretty guy. Got a good sense of humor on him. Even Gordon. I don’t like her, but I could’ve respected it.” Jason’s face twisted into an ugly look, staring down at Tim with utter contempt. “But you? I have to share Bruce with you of all people? My goddamn replacement? That’s just fucking insulting.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten yourself killed then,” Tim shot back. “You were easy to replace.”

“Yeah, provoke the guy with a knife to your throat,” Jason pressed the blade against Tim’s skin until a drop of blood was sliding down his adam’s apple. “I’ll show you what a dead Robin looks like.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “You really think Bruce will forgive you for killing me?” He tugged at the chain as hard as he could. It still wasn’t budging. “He’d tear you apart.”

“Yeah, I really do,” Jason mocked Tim. He leaned in close enough for Tim to smell mint on Jason’s breath. “He always does. He’ll just blame it on the toxin. We both know he always forgives me no matter what I do.” His grin was a ghastly thing. “Can you say the same, Drake?”

Tim just growled. He headbutted Jason, not caring about the knife. If he was going to die, he would at least leave his mark.

Jason jerked back, rubbing his nose. Tim had hopefully broken it. Blood was already starting to pour down Jason’s face. Jason had the audacity to laugh. “Cute.” He rubbed his nose for a moment, feeling the bone. “You know I’m not going to kill you, though. That would be way too nice.”

“Nice?” Tim scoffed. “Did you finally learn the meaning of mercy, or something?”

“For you? Never.” Jason brought the knife to Tim’s face. “I just want to make you wish you were dead.” he dug the blade into Tim’s temple and Tim yelled, feeling it cut through his skin all the way down to his jaw. “What part of you do I have to mutilate to make Bruce stop loving you?”

Tim didn’t say anything. He was too busy trying to blink through the pain of a shallow cut that should’ve felt like nothing. Instead, it felt like a hot iron had branded the entire left side of Tim’s face, melting most of his skin off.

“What’s so pretty it could make Bruce like someone as pathetic as you?” Jason pressed on. He put another cut across Tim’s face, slashing through his cheek. “You’ve got a nice face. Is that it?” He leaned back so he could rip Tim’s shirt apart, exposing Tim’s chest. “We both know Bruce is a physical guy. Maybe it’s something else.” The blade trailed across Tim’s chest, looking for the next place to cut.

Tim managed to get leverage against the concrete with his feet. He pushed himself up as hard and fast as he could, throwing Jason off of him. Before Jason had the chance to recover, Tim launched himself forward and wrapped the chain around Jason’s throat.

“Maybe his love for you is only skin deep,” Tim pulled the chain as tight as it could go, watching Jason’s face turn red without oxygen. The rational part of him knew he was taking too much pleasure in watching Jason struggle for air. The rest of him didn’t care. “But Bruce actually loves me.”

Jason snarled. “He’s loved me longer.”

He wildly stabbed at Tim until the knife sank into Tim’s forearm. Tim screamed and let go, giving Jason slack to breathe, getting a hand under the chain and yanking hard on it. Tim didn’t fall off of Jason but instead fell into him. Their bodies were pressed together, and Jason used it as an excuse to wrap the chain around Tim, forcing them against each other.

“Can’t get away from me now,” Jason whispered into Tim’s ear. He ripped his knife out of Tim’s arm.

“You really want to be this close to me?” Tim asked. He tried to headbutt Jason again but didn’t have enough damned room to move. “Your fucking funeral.”

“I’m the one with the knife,” Jason said in a sing-song voice. He wiggled his arms between them and brought the knife against Tim’s crotch. Tim had his pants as a layer of fabric protecting him, but he still went rigid. “Is it here? Is this what Bruce likes so much? Go on. Tell me how he likes to fuck you, Drake. Bet you’re real fucking vanilla about it and he has to be all nice to you.”

“You sound jealous,” Tim tried to bite Jason, who kept pulling his head away. “You’re the one who needs to hear him say he’s proud of you just to come. I’m not the one of us who cries during sex.”

“How the hell-” Jason’s whole body jerked in anger.

Tim knew his grin was feral. “Trust me, I know all the embarrassing details. Bruce talks about it all the time.” That wasn’t entirely true. Tim had just overheard it once when Bruce forgot to turn off his comms. But the lie was far more embarrassing for Jason.

“I could make you cry,” Jason sounded angrier than Tim had ever heard him, which was a hell of a feat. “He’s just not fucking you hard enough. Putting you in your goddamn place like you deserve.”

“You want to fuck me, now?” Tim taunted. “I thought you hated me.”

“Too vanilla to know what hatefucking is, Drake?” Jason shot back. He pressed the knife harder into Tim’s crotch. “I could make you fucking beg for it.”

“Like hell.”

“You wanna find out?” Jason asked.

Tim paused his struggles. He pulled back and gave Jason an incredulous look. “You’re not actually serious.”

“Either I kill you, torture you, or bitch you.” Jason shrugged. He dug the knife down enough to cut open Tim’s pants. The fabric tore loudly. “I’ll let you pick.”

“I’ll kill you first,” Tim shot back. He refused to take the offer seriously.

He didn’t know what his answer would be, if it was a serious offer, so it was better for Tim to not think about it entirely.

“Scared you’ll like it?” Jason was just mocking him now. “If I ruin you enough, you’ll come crawling back for me instead of Bruce. And besides,” Jason lowered his voice to a purr, “we both know he’d pay to watch. Bet he’d even help me hold you down.”

Against his will, Tim shuddered. His anger was clouding his judgment, making it hard to figure out what other emotions were there. Maybe there was arousal. Maybe it was fear.

Tim always had trouble telling the difference.

“Have you always wanted to fuck me?” Tim avoided everything Jason was saying. It made him too dizzy to think about.

Jason just gave him a shrug. “Can’t say I haven’t wondered what’s so special about fucking you that he keeps doing it. Is your ass really that good or something?”

Tim snorted. He had no idea Jason didn’t know. “He doesn’t fuck me in the ass.”

“What?” Jason’s brow furrowed.

“If I had a dick down there, you’d have cut it by now,” Tim pointed out, looking down at the knife.

Jason frowned. He dug the knife deeper, ripping open a bigger hole in the fabric of Tim’s pants until he could force his hand inside, thankfully the one that wasn’t holding the knife. Tim tried to kick, but he couldn’t stop Jason’s hand from groping until it found his cunt, pressing against Tim’s underwear.

“Son of a bitch,” Jason said. “Well, that makes you even easier to fuck. Now I don’t need prep.”

“You’re not fucking me,” Tim snarled, trying to get away from Jason’s hand. his skin was too hot, to have Jason that close to his most sensitive areas. He didn’t want to know what his body would do if Jason got past the thin barrier of fabric between him and Tim’s skin.

“You haven’t actually told me no yet,” Jason pointed out. He managed to cut apart Tim’s underwear, a cold reminder of how close the knife was to his cunt. Thick fingers pressed against Tim’s hole until two managed to sink in. “You’re wet.”

“No, I’m not,” Tim gasped, even though he could feel it. The easy slide of Jason’s fingers inside of him, the way there was no resistance from his body. He still wasn’t ready to admit to himself that he wanted this. Not when he wanted Jason dead just as badly. Tim opened his mouth to say something more, but Jason brushed a thumb over his clit. “Oh god.”

“if I’m being honest with you,” Jason hummed, starting to move his fingers inside of Tim, “I think it’s a lot easier to be horny than angry right now. That’s the only damn feeling that works to fight this.”

He was right and Tim hated him for it. The anger thrumming under his skin pulled back, just slightly, to make room for arousal. It made Tim want to give in, just so he could have anything to latch onto besides cold, empty fury.

And Jason’s fingers felt good inside of him. They arched right up into Tim’s sweet spot, making him gasp and jerk.

“How quick do you think I can make you come?” Jason asked. He worked his fingers and thumb together, finding a good pace. Like he knew exactly how Tim liked it.

“Fuck you,” Tim groaned, throwing his head back.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Jason said.

They both knew he wouldn’t. Tim didn’t want Jason to stop. If Jason stopped, Tim would probably grab the knife and gut him.

“I hate you.” Tim’s hips were moving against his will. He was acutely aware the knife was still down there too, but he put a small amount of trust in Jason to not let it trust.

“It’s mutual,” Jason agreed. He shifted his hips until they were pressed against Tim’s thigh. He was hard. Tim could feel the outline of Jason’s cock as Jason started to rut, grinding against Tim for friction. A low moan came out of him, going straight to Tim’s core.

Jason was kind of handsome, at least. Especially with blood all over his face.

“Now are you gonna come for me or what?” Jason growled into Tim’s ear. “Show me exactly how much you hate me, Drake. I want to fucking feel it.”

“You’re a bastard who doesn’t deserve Bruce,” Tim whined as Jason’s fingers worked him. Rubbing his clit and thrusting into his sweet spot. It was a sweet, torturous distraction from his rage, but it still didn’t make the feeling quite go away.

“Agreed.” Jason shrugged, seeming unbothered by the statement. He groaned again, pressing his forehead against Tim’s. “I’m still better than you, though. You’re the little bitch who’s never going to forget what being fucked by me feels like. Maybe I’ll be nice enough that you’ll enjoy it and jerk off to it every time you’re wet.”

The thought of jerking off to Jason repulsed Tim. Yet it was the same thought that sent his orgasm through him, like a shock to his core. He yelled, so loud it echoed through the cave. His hole clenched around Jason’s fingers as his body worked through the spasms of pleasure.

For one glorious moment, Tim didn’t notice his anger. He just had the beautiful crescendo of pleasure crashing down on him, making his body sing.

“Isn’t that fucking adorable,” Jason gasped, grinding harder against Tim. You’re finally not annoying for once. No wonder Bruce fucks you. It’s the only way someone can enjoy being around you.”

The words were mean and Tim wanted to snap back, but he was boneless. Every insult from Jason was a new aftershock of pleasure down Tim’s spine.

Tim opened his mouth to find something to say, but he was cut off.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bruce stood at the mouth of the cave, staring at them with wide eyes. He looked just as angry as Tim felt, stalking over to where they were pinned and bloody on the floor. “Jason if you hurt him-”

“I’m fingering him, actually,” Jason corrected lazily, still grinding his hips.

Bruce stopped walking. “What?”

Jason thrust his fingers inside Tim to make his point, pulling a cry out of Tim. He was oversensitive from his orgasm and couldn’t get away from the pressure against his g-spot. “You should be proud of us. We’re getting along pretty well.”

Sure they were. Like Tim’s face wasn’t cut up and Jason’s nose wasn’t broken.

“You…” Bruce trailed off, breath caught in his throat. Tim watched his pupils dilate.

“He’s enjoying himself. Just came on my fingers,” Jason said. He pressed the knife against Tim’s thigh as a warning. “Right, Drake?”

Tim bit back a remark. He nodded.

“I promise to behave if you let me fuck him,” Jason looked up at Bruce. He was definitely lying. “We should both fuck him. See how much he can take. I’ll even keep the cuffs on just to be nice.”

Tim couldn’t stop the soft moan that came out of him at the thought.

Bruce looked between them. His eyes settled on Tim. “Are you-”

“Yes,” Tim said. “Please?”

As soon as Tim said the magic word, Bruce was by their side, taking his clothes off. Jason groaned in victory. He grinned against Tim’s cheek. “Now we can have some real fun.”

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Have a slight feeling this may or may not be one of the longer fics I’ve done..

[renatogpadilla]

Bright and Early

Jinx didn't know how long she'd been out.

She just knew that she felt like a squeaky door with broken hinges when she came to.

She didn't open her eyes at first. She noticed she was in a bed, soft and large. For a moment she thought it might have been her own, but then she felt all the planks actually hold its weight and quickly put that thought out of her head.

She felt the sun on her face... Okay, so it was morning. So at least one night. Damn. She hoped someone had watered her plants.

When she finally decided to open her eyes, heavy and weary though they were, she thought she might have been dreaming.

The walls of the room were white, with a texture like brick and wood mixed together. The sunlight was coming from a window with bright, soft yellow curtains covering the glass, staining the room with an amber glow. It was a pretty empty room besides that, though. A little nightstand at the side of her bed filled with dirty bandages and wet rags told her she hadn't exactly been sleeping gracefully...

On the other side of the room, there was a little couch-bench-thing made of wood, and on it, sat a middle-aged man with what looked like a clipboard. He looked up as he saw her react.

"Oh, my. You're awake." He said, and he got up immediately. "Miss Isha, I must ask you that you don't strain yourself. Your wounds were quite severe, but you are expected to make a full recovery. As long as you don't strain yourself, of course."

Fat chance of that, knowing her luck...

She barely managed the word. She didn't know her throat would be that sore...

"...Lux?"

The man gave her a smile. "Yes, the Lady was also hurt, but nowhere near your degree of severity. She recovered in a few hours and has hardly left your side since. I'll go tell her you've woken up."

He didn't have to. As it turned out, she was here already. The door swung open and Lux came in carrying a tray with rags and a glass of water.

"How's she doing, do-"

She almost dropped the tray. Instead she practically flung it at the doctor's arms and knelt down next to Jinx's bed.

"You're awake!" She beamed, holding her hand with one of her own and flinging the other around her neck for a hug. Jinx was happy to reciprocate. "Of course you wake up in the two minutes I'm not in the room!"

"Well, I wouldn't want to get predictable now, would I...?" She buried her face in Lux's hair. Like a big, bright pillow made of straw... "Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Firework, don't mind me..." She'd been hurting for a different reason. "I'm just glad you're alright."

"Her and I both." Came the voice of Garen from the door, and Jinx almost didn't recognize him out of his armor. He looked a full foot shorter without it! "That was a nasty beating you took, friend. The Dauntless Vanguard thanks you for your bravery. And I thank you as a brother who gets to see his sister safe."

Lux knew Garen being polite to strangers was a rare treat, so she was enjoying every second of this while smooshed against her friend.

"Couldn't help it, sir. She saved me first anyhow."

Garen dismissed the doctor. "I don't doubt it." He said, coming closer to her bed. Yeah, no. He was still huge. "Oh, before I forget... You said a few things while you were asleep."

Jinx was suddenly very self conscious.

"What sort of things...?"

"Not many that made sense to me." He answered. "But we did manage to understand something, so we got you one of these..."

Lux made space for her brother and he opened a little drawer on the nightstand, stuck his hand in and pulled out...

Oh.

Oh, Gods.

That Mage should have killed her. She wanted to die.

He pulled out a flashlight.

Lux immediately let go of her hand, looking away. She was so red Jinx could have boiled an egg on her face.

"We don't have many of these here in Demacia, but you clearly aren't Demacian, and judging by those contraptions in your bag, you seem like the tinkering kind. You also clearly wanted one with how much you kept moaning about it, so we managed to find one in an old curiosity shop." He placed the scrappy thing on the nightstand and walked past his sister to lean on the door. "But let's face it..."

Jinx heard the door's lock click.

"That's not the brightest light you saw yesterday, was it?"

Ah. So that hidden steel in the voice runs in the family. Good to know. She wondered how high up this room was and if the fall out the window would be enough to kill her...

Lux stepped up before Jinx could say something out of pocket.

"She knows, brother." Lux turned on some steel of her own. "And that will not be a problem."

"Right, because if she tells, you will too? You said yourself she's not really a Witch."

"So she should have nothing to fear from you."

"Lux, you know what happens if anyone talks."

"And she won't." Her accent came out a bit. Lux was getting angry. "She's my friend and she has shown me how to be more like myself than anyone I've ever met."

"Right, cause that turned out so great last time."

That shut her up. She was never going to live that down, but she would not let her past mistake shape her whole future.

The room was quiet for a moment that felt way too long.

"I love you brother, but if I must fight you so you see reason, on the Spirits I will beat you so hard you'll need your armor to hold you to walk."

Garen didn't respond. He could have. He had the ammo for it. He just didn't want to hurt his baby sister anymore. Her friend was alive. He'd let her have that for now.

"Fine. But if something happens, I can't save you."

"I don't think she needs you to save her anymore, G." Jinx said, finally sitting up. "You know, I have a big sister myself. You remind me of her."

"Do I?"

"Yes, quite a bit, actually. She also made decisions for others that she thought were for the best and ended up destroying the things she loved." She wasn't trying to sound menacing, but with how sore her throat was the catscratch was in full effect and she was well aware how unsettling she could be when she got serious. "No harm will come to your sister from me. You have my Word, for whatever it's worth, and the solace of knowing that I am infinitely more terrified of her than you."

"Then at least I know you are wiser than most." He was still weary, obviously, but he couldn't say he wasn't starting to like this stray her sister had brought home. "Fine. I won't interfere. Goddesses know I've dealt with enough bullshit today."

He backed away from the door as he unlocked it to leave.

"Recover your strength. Lux can take the day off, given yesterday's events, so if you feel like walking about the complex, you're more than welcome to ask my sister for the tour." He seemed to relax a bit as he stepped out. He turned with a soft look at his sister. "Just don't knock on my door? I'd like to enjoy my sleep while I have it."

"Alors tu as encore envie de ta rousse?" Teased Lux with a smirk. Jinx didn't have to speak Demacian to recognize sibling banter.

"Tout va bien, ma sœur." He replied, with an aura of smugness. "Je sais que tu les aimes bleus."

"Tu es le pire!" Lux shouted, red in the face, as her brother chuckled and left the room.

And then they were alone, and they hugged again.

"Sorry lunch got cut short."

"You kidding? Food, fighting and a light show. What more could a girl want?"

Yeah... What more...?

It wasn't like Lux was thinking about that moment in the alleyway every single second of the last day since getting Jinx to safety, but... Gods, it had been so... so... What even was the word? Was there a word? 'Tender' might have been it...

It was a perfectly normal, entirely necessary and just coincidentally intimate strategy at the time, and it had paid off!

But... Jinx would know that there was a moment there, right? A small one?

Spirits, Lux was a mess inside right now.

She brought up the courage to say something. "Hey, Jinx?"

"Yes, Lux?"

"Did you..." Okay, here we go. "Yesterday, in the alley..."

"Oh, listen, I didn't mean to make it... weird, it just kinda happened..."

Oh, so she knew. And thought it had been weird, huh?

"Kissing my hand didn't just happen, Firework..." She was almost shaking, but she had to ask. "Is there... Is there something you want to say?"

Jinx had to think about it for a second. When they were invisible, alone with their pursuer, she'd seen a hurt in Lux's eyes she hadn't seen in another face often, because it was usually in her own face... The pain of knowing you were about to lose someone close to you.

"The truth? I saw you were hurting.... And I wanted to comfort you. I never really got to do that with Vi, or Isha or even Ekko... I wanted to be the one that said 'everything will be fine' and mean it. You needed something to numb the pain, so.... you know... smooch." She was pretty sure that's why she'd done it, at least.

Lux nodded her head. "I see... Well, for what it's worth, it worked. I was panicking pretty bad." Just for comfort... That's all. She wasn't sure if that was such a good thing anymore...

"Sorry... I guess my intrusive thoughts won at the moment.

Well, that opening was too good to pass up.

"You get a lot of those...?" Lux couldn't even look at her. She just asked like she wasn't interested at all.

Jinx sat cross-legged. Staring at her with those big violet eyes...

"Every now and again... Not all of them positive... But I'm getting better at keeping them in check, so don't worry. No more unexpected smooches! I'm sorry if I crossed a line."

"You didn't. And I'll admit, I thought it was really sweet. So thank you..." It was taking all of Lux's willpower to play this cool... But you know what? See how she likes it! "And here..."

She finally made eye contact, and it was her turn to scramble Jinx's brain for once. She leaned in and placed a hand on her cheek, brushed her hair out of the way with the other and pressed her lips against her cheek as softly as she could, squeezing her face with her hand, and pulling away with an exaggerated 'mwuah!' for comedic effect, leaving a warm, glowing lip mark on her witch's cheek where her mouth had been.

Lux contained her smile and pretended to be as proper as she could. "There. That's for saving my life. And now you can say you got kissed by a princess!" She was technically the princess of Knight's Rock, when she really thought about it...

Jinx beamed a big smile. She hoped the lip mark would stop glowing soon, or Garen would probably jump her as soon as she was out the door. "Well, now who's having intrusive thoughts? Thank you, Flashlight. You're wonderful."

Jinx also hoped Lux didn't notice how her brain did a full factory reset right there and then.

They giggled together and Jinx asked her glowy friend for something to eat. Lux nodded and left the room to get her some food. As soon as she was out of the room, her cheek stopped glowing.

Jinx ran a hand where the mark had been. Now that she was alone with her thoughts (which was never a good place for her to be) she had to ask herself something: What the hell was she feeling about Lux? Yeah, the girl was sweet and cute and beautiful, but that wasn't it... She had checked out plenty of girls in Zaun during her time as Silco's closer and none of them had felt like this. It was a mix of the friendship she'd built with Lux and how she wasn't afraid to reciprocate in kind. How she, despite being much better raised and educated, was fully willing to match her crazy when it came down to it.

She guessed the mutual life-saving had something to do with it, too. And she admitted it, to herself at least: The moment in the alleyway had been hot as all hell! She could admit to feeling that! She hadn't intended it to be, but looking back, she had really liked just being held... No, that wasn't it. It wasn't just being held.

Jinx, for once, noticed she liked being protected. She felt a bit wrong for that, but maybe she was being too tough on herself. Too tough... That's right. She'd had to be tough her entire life in Zaun. If anything happened, she'd only had herself to count on. Sure, occasionally, there had been Sevika, but come on, that was Sevika! She could understand how some people might find her hot (everyone had their own issues over there) but at most she'd been more like another big sister to pester...

But Lux...? Damn it all...

Jinx liked Lux. (She grabbed the little flashlight on the nightstand and played with it a bit.)

And a part of her felt guilty... This was different than the love she felt for Ekko. She knew that was real. Was this real too...? She'd hallucinated people and voices before... Was hallucinating feelings that far-fetched?

And speaking of Ekko, none of this was fair for the guy! What the hell would she even say when she saw him again? 'Hey, love! Surprise! I'm not dead! I just fucked off to another city so I wouldn't curse everyone that loves me and then fell for someone else! I know, crazy right?'

How fucked up would that be?!

And 'fell for'...? Would she go as far as to say that's what she felt? Between fighting Fiddlesticks and this moment, there had been a full 2 days, and she had been unconscious for most of day 2... This could be just a crush! Or maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment thing... Either way, she saw Lux as someone who radiated joy and comfort, and she had needed those in spades when she first faked her death... She was so bright and sunny aside from her powers that Jinx thought she could take on the world if she was there! Like there was nothing wrong in the world... She wanted to feel that more. She wanted to forgive herself, but how can you when you're literally a jinx to everyone you know?

And suddenly, here comes Lux. No 'I wish you were still Powder!'. No 'I can't love a criminal, Jinx!'. None of that... And then it clicked. Something so obvious that she couldn't believe she hadn't thought about it before!

Lux was the first person in her life, more than Ekko or Vi or even (and this thought made her recoil) more than little Isha, that had seen Jinx for who she was, as she was. Without Silco. Without the accusations and the terrorism. Without the drama of who she had been and where and how she had been raised...

Lux wasn't just a loving friend.

She was a clean slate.

And she could be anyone, and figure out who she was now without fearing breaking the illusions of whoever knew her before...

Lux was safety in a bright, glowing, admittedly gorgeous package. (Jinx had caught her staring a lot... She was glad Lux hadn't caught her. Teasing her was fun, but damn, she had to keep her cool sometimes!) And now that she accepted that...

Jinx didn't know what the fuck to do...

She slumped on the bed and swore under her breath staring at the ceiling in frustration.

She wouldn't push it, she decided. She was still into Ekko, and she wasn't ready to love like that again. She wondered if she'd ever been ready for that... If she had would be when she went home...

Would she go home...?

Too much to think about at once. Put it out of your head.

She resigned herself to just be the raggedy witch friend. She would not hurt Lux on a fling. She would not break her heart like that. Gods know that girl had been through enough on that front!

Yes. This was what she wanted...

She thought.

*****

Lux was coming back with a hot cup of coffee and a croissant when she walked into an empty room. A little note on the nightstand explaining her missing friend.

'Went out for air. Be right back!' it said. It had a little Jinx face drawn on the side with a big smile.

Well, that was rude... But Lux guessed she had the right to some alone time. After all, they'd been practically glued together since their big hug and after yesterday...

Gods, yesterday.

Lux now had some time to think about something other than her friend's safety, and her mind just kept replaying the look she'd given her in the alleyway...

Lux knew she liked Jinx now. She wasn't fooling herself anymore. That moment while invisible had opened her eyes. And it wasn't lust, or just temporary crushing, either. She'd known those before. This was different. This was more honest than any love Lux had felt before.

Because here were two people that were hated by their own societies, who had had to hide or run away from themselves and the people they cherish to be accepted, and in each other they had found a solace and a homelyness that neither could have gotten from the places that birthed and raised them...

Thing is, she knew Jinx's story now. And she would never judge her for it, but she did have a boy back home... And Lux genuinely admired the guy! Plus, she'd heard how Jinx had deflected the whole hand kiss thing earlier...

She didn't want to get in the way of anything that she might be saving herself for. 'Hah! Add that to her list of titles!' she thought to herself. 'Lady Luxanna Crownguard: Illuminator! Mage! Homewrecker!'

Part of her wanted to be selfish. She deserved love, dammit! But not at the expense of joy for her friend.

...

Fine then... She wouldn't push.

But she felt like she should let her know... It would feel wrong if she didn't say anything.

But how to say that? Would it be mean? 'Hey, friend! I know you're going to go home to the hottest guy known to man and your amazing punk sister and her mega rich dictator girlfriend to make up and live adventures beyond my wildest dreams, but can I tell you how I'm in love with you and how your loss would break my heart...?'

To be fair, that's probably how Jinx would put it...

Lux slumped on the bed. She brightened the blues in her vision and sure enough, scattered on the pillow were a few strands of hair...

She felt like she was twisting the knife on herself.

"You have a type, Lux..." She told herself. And that type is 'unhinged criminal'. She noticed she may have some issues to work out.

She also noticed that the flashlight was gone.

Well... That was slightly comforting.

...

That coffee's gonna get cold.

******

Jinx was pacing through the bastion halls, smacking the flashlight on her palm to stim until she found somewhere nice to stop. She was wearing her dress... guess someone must have put it back on her as she slept... Had it been Lux?

She kinda hoped it had been... Her face had probably been priceless, the prude!

She chuckled to herself. She kinda enjoyed not having her braids for once. With her hair down she looked like a ghost, roaming the halls of some ancient castle, haunting the poor knights stationed here for a crime they didn't commit... She made sure a couple of the knights that passed her in the halls were properly unsettled. For the vibe.

Eventually, she came across a small balcony overlooking the city. 'Lots of overlooking over here.' she mused. 'That is a Piltie-ass view!'

She was slumping on the brick railing when she heard familiar footsteps behind her.

"Weren't you going to sleep?" She called out to Garen, who was seemingly making his way back to the room she'd stayed in. He was carrying her rucksack.

"Forgot to get these back to you, now that you're awake." He said, leaving the bag at her feet. "My sister not with you?"

She didn't answer that. She looked at the massive man. Same eyes as his sister. She figured she'd ask, if only to get it off her chest.

"About that..." She'd never been nervous around a soldier before, so what was it about talking to her friend's brother that made her watch her tone...?

Oh, right. He's Lux's brother.

"Can I talk to you...?" She patted the railing next to her and Garen leaned on it as much as he could without going over. (Have I mentioned he's HUGE yet?)

"What ails you?" He asked more out of genuine curiosity than concern. "And does it have to do with my sister...?"

"Nothing gets by you, huh?"

"You don't make Lord Commander by looking without seeing, friend."

Oh, great. Whole family had jokes...

"I'm going to feel incredibly weird asking this, but... Lux. Does she... I mean, has she..." She just kept stammering, but Garen was patient. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to find the words."

"She cares for you." He said. Well, his sister glows. Jinx thought. Maybe he reads minds and just doesn't know it! "Deeply, as a matter of fact. She's been happier than I've ever seen her since coming across you, if the way she ran out of my office yesterday when I caught her with a strand of blue in her hair was any indication."

Oh, fuck. She HAD to clean her pillows better.

"Well, that's... I'm flattered, but I don't think I'm doing that much." She was trying not to look as red as she felt and failing miserably.

"Two of my men died. And she showed up the next morning damn near skipping down the halls, like she hadn't just witnessed it. Whatever you think you're doing? It's more."

"Right... No pressure then." She was all the more terrified for what she wanted to say, but better Garen hear it than Lux... "Listen, G."

"Oh, we are not there yet."

"Listen, Garen. To make a tremendously long story short, I left my home because I brought some terribly bad luck to the people I loved." She might as well just give him bullet points. Context was important! "But I still adore them... And I know at some point I'm going to be ready to go back... To the people I left behind. The people I... the man I..."

Garen visibly cringed. Don't talk about love to me! I suck at it! "Ah. I see... Does Lux know that?"

"Well, yeah, I kinda told her everything..."

"Then she knows it'll happen. But a part of you feels like that would be hurting her."

"And it would be, wouldn't it? And I care for her a lot... She's... Heh. She's made my life brighter. I don't think I even thought about going home before she showed up... I didn't know how much I missed..." She was going to say 'how much I missed being loved', but it just got caught in her throat.

Garen seemed to catch on.

"When you left... Were you hurt?" He hadn't been the most gentle person for most of his life. This was weird for him, but he tried to sound sympathetic. A skill he'd found himself training more since his sister came out as a Mage to him. "Not your body, but your heart?"

"I... Yes. I was a bad luck charm to everyone that knew me and I'd just lost a few people I cared about in disgustingly quick succession..." She said it and her heart squeezed a bit harder than usual. "So yes. I was hurting. Bad."

"And had you been alone the whole time until my sister showed up? Had anyone or anything made you smile or laugh?"

"I..." Nothing. The occasional chuckle when talking to herself, or a performative cackle when scaring villagers that came too close, but never something real. "I had been... And no. No laughter. She changed that."

"Then you're still healing." He said it so matter-of-factly that Jinx got a little angry. It's not obvious when you're the one going through it! "And it's because you're still healing that you need to tell her how you feel. Don't push her away, Isha. Just be honest. I may be overstepping by saying this but, my sister is healing too... The last man she loved betrayed her and everything she believed in. And you got to be someone different for her. Someone she could be herself with for herself. Even I..." He caught himself. He was ashamed of admitting this to himself, and saying it out loud didn't help much on that front. "Even I tried to ignore who she was for the longest time. I tried to ignore and hide from my sister's... uniqueness because I'd been raised to hate it. Her own brother didn't love her for who she was. And then she found you. And I can't say she feels like herself, because the young woman wearing my baby sister's face is infinitely happier, infinitely brighter, than my Lux ever was. And that's because of you."

Jinx felt her tears finally reload from last night. She didn't shed any, of course. He's the fucking Lord Commander! Have a spine! But they were there, waiting.

And then something else inside her clicked.

"I guess you don't make Lord Commander by not knowing how to give a speech, huh?" She allowed herself a smile.

Garen returned it. "I've been told I have my moments. And for the record, I like you far more than her ex."

"The revolutionary mass murderer? Gee, high bar." Oh, he would TWEAK OUT if he knew!

"Well, you haven't tried to kill me, so that's already a better start."

And she actually laughed at that.

They stared out over the city together for a while. So they were both healing, huh? Well... maybe there wasn't a reason why they couldn't heal together... For a while, at least.

"Thanks for that, sir. I really needed to hear it." That might've been the very first time she called somebody 'sir' unironicaly. "I think I've figured something out."

"Glad to be of service." He turned to leave, feeling pretty good about himself. "And if there is love waiting for you back home, make sure Lux knows that the love here isn't any less real because of it, alright?"

"I will." She picked up her rucksack and put the flashlight inside with her Chompers... Huh. A flashlight... "Hey, Garen?"

The walking wall that was the Lord Commander turned on his heel. "Yes?"

"How do you say 'Flashlight' in Demacian...?"

*****

When Jinx made it back to the room she was staying in, she found Lux fast asleep on her bed. Not tucked in or anything, just laying sideways over the sheets, like she'd been waiting sitting up and then dropped.

Yeah, you kinda stood her up for a while there. That's on you.

She was really cute when asleep, Jinx thought.

She saw her and Garen's words swam to the front of her mind. 'Had you been alone the whole time?'

She had been. But she didn't have to be. And she wasn't anymore.

"Lux...?" She whispered. She put a finger out and prodded her friend's face. Nothing. Heavy sleeper!

She supposed she'd earned the rest. Come to think of it, Jinx had earned the rest too.

She laid down next to her friend... Her Lux. Her Lux. And she held her hand as she let sleep take her.

And they both dreamt of flashlights and fireworks...

[cursed--alien]

Honestly how it feels being on this website sometimes ngl

[ofthemorningstars]

Delicate Work

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut 1.8k words A continuation of an idea explored in Water's Edge

Ao3 Version

Terzo and Omega try something new. ---

Omega had been waiting for this moment for a long time. 

Of course, he didn’t know he was waiting for it. He didn’t expect it to happen at all. Yet here he was, about to embark on a new adventure, after all these years, with the only being he wanted to take along for the ride. He couldn’t believe it’d taken more than two decades to find an answer that had been literally staring him in the face every day.

He certainly felt more than a little silly, standing there in his human form, completely naked save for his mask, but he needed its glamour magic tonight. He couldn’t do what he had in mind with his claws. No, this was far too delicate work for those.

If Terzo felt similarly silly, if he were uncomfortable at all, he didn’t show it. He, too, was completely bare, spread out on the bed of tonight’s hotel room, his calves dangling off the side. His face and chest were flushed. His arms were up above his head, the perfect frame for the dreamy smile on his face. He was visibly excited, already rock hard and throbbing with anticipation. The sight made Omega’s heart skip a beat. “Mio caro,” Terzo spoke softly, reaching out a hand to Omega. Omega took it in his own now smaller, much more human hand, the back of which Terzo smoothed over with his thumb. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t hide the slight tremor. “It’s alright. I want this. I promise.” 

Omega desperately wished he could kiss him. Instead, he reluctantly pulled away after a moment to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He coated the fingers of one hand with a generous amount, but then hesitated, looking down at Terzo for reassurance. Terzo’s smile was warm as he nodded, spreading his legs. Taking a breath and trying not to have an out of body experience as he watched those strange, alien hands doing something so intimate to his mate, he reached out. His slicked fingers found their target, carefully slipping inside Terzo, starting with just one digit. Terzo’s eyes fluttered as Omega entered him, groaning softly. Slowly, almost shyly, Omega began to move, sliding in and out. He could hear his breath echoing harshly inside the mask. Oh, but if there was a heaven, surely this was it. Terzo felt even better than he’d imagined.

Taking great care, Omega added a second finger. Terzo gasped, nearly causing Omega to withdraw out of fear that he’d hurt him, but Terzo caught his hand. He guided Omega into fingering him, flushing deeper, breathing hard through his nose. Omega was aching, obscenely turned on by just how excited Terzo was, by how excited he had been from the very beginning of this entire process. Terzo had said yes practically before Omega could even finish explaining the idea the night before; Terzo’s face had turned such a lovely shade of pink at just the thought of it. His teasing on stage had been exceptionally unbearable that night, and Omega kept catching Terzo staring at him, those big eyes twinkling with mischief. More than a couple of the other ghouls had picked up on the tension, had snickered as Omega passed by. If Omega didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn that Terzo wanted this even more than he did. 

Omega began curling his fingers, eliciting a long moan from Terzo, his back arching. Omega shivered. Terzo began to move his hips in time with Omega’s motions, making soft sounds that grew a little louder with each sweep. Omega knelt on the bed next to him, cock dripping onto the sheets. He wished he could kiss every inch of skin on display, could lick up the precum that was pooling on Terzo’s stomach. The mask was feeling increasingly heavy and oppressive, but oh, Terzo felt so good under his fingers. So tight, so warm, so responsive. This was an experience he thought was barred to him, and he wanted to savor every second. Terzo reached out and grabbed the side of Omega’s mask, forcing him to meet his gaze, his eyes glazed over with a feverish lust. He held it until Omega gave a particularly forceful thrust, causing Terzo to close his eyes, raising his own hand to his mouth and biting his finger against a whine as he squirmed. 

“Omega,” Terzo panted, eyes pleading. Omega could feel the heat coming off of him; Terzo was going to cum soon. Omega wanted to bury his cock in Terzo in place of his fingers, but he was too mesmerized by the sounds Terzo was making to stop. Wanting to hear more, he grabbed Terzo with his free hand and began to stroke. Terzo’s hips nearly arched off the bed at the added sensation as he cried out. He was so close. Omega picked up his pace, beginning to sweat, waiting for Terzo to shatter. And then came the absolute last sound he wanted to hear at a time like this: a knock at the door. They both froze. “Just– Just a minute!” Terzo attempted to shout with a hoarse voice, forcing himself off of the bed and onto shaky, unstable legs as Omega pulled away reluctantly. Terzo looked around frantically for his robe as Omega hid in the bathroom, heart racing and ready to attack if necessary. Dammit! Who the hell would come barging in at 1 in the morning?! On a Wednesday, no less! What if a crazed fan had followed them back to their hotel room? What if one of the other idiots had gotten hurt? Worst yet, what if the ministry had finally caught up to them? Omega felt nauseous. “Oh, what the hell!” Terzo whispered, voice filled with anger and confusion. Cautiously, Omega peeked around the corner. There was no one else standing in the open doorway, but there was a white envelope sitting on the floor in the hallway. Terzo quickly looked around and picked it up, shutting the door behind him as softly as he could. They huddled around the envelope together. Inside, they found only two things: one of the Ghost-project branded condoms from their tour, and a note that read, “Have fun you two, remember to wrap it before you tap it!” followed by a crudely drawn winky-face and two hearts. At the bottom were all of the ghouls’ signatures, save for Omega’s. Omega felt his face heat up, his normally even temper threatening to break, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Terzo begin to swear like he’d never heard before, in English, Italian, Latin, and something else that he bafflingly couldn’t identify. He stood slack-jawed, the wind taken out of his sails as Terzo spat enough vitriol for the both of them and then some. His back was turned to Omega, glaring at the paper still clutched tightly in his hands as though it held some secret. Omega finally took his mask off, dropping it to the floor with a thud.

“And that is another thing! Even if it were any of their business, why would those idiots think that we need this?!” Terzo spun around and waved the condom around in the air, eyes wild. “We have been together for ages, and it’s not as though I can get pregna–” Omega cut off Terzo’s ranting, pulling him forward by his robe, their lips meeting in a crushing kiss. Terzo froze for half a second, dropping the condom, before kissing back furiously. Not wasting any time, Omega stripped Terzo in what felt like one smooth motion. Terzo backed Omega to the edge of the bed before pushing him down onto it. Omega pulled Terzo down with him. 

Straddling Omega’s hips, Terzo broke away from Omega’s mouth to suck at his neck, leaving possessive marks in his wake before biting at Omega’s earlobe. Heat speared through Omega. Clearly, he mused, Terzo was just as horny as before, only now also frustrated and aggressive at being denied release over a stupid prank. He saw with a thrill that Terzo was already hard again. It wasn’t what he had pictured for their evening, but with the things Terzo was doing to him with his mouth… Satanas, he’d take it. As Terzo was licking and biting his way down Omega’s chest, he reached up with a now-clawed hand to leave marks of his own down Terzo’s back. It was nice having his own body back, even if tonight would have been earth-shattering, were they not so rudely interrupted. 

As though reading his mind, Terzo growled against Omega’s skin, “We’re doing that again,” staring Omega down before taking him in hand and roughly stroking him. Omega whimpered.

Terzo briefly dismounted him to reach the lube that had managed to roll to the floor at some point during the night. Bottle in hand, he hurriedly prepared Omega, moving like he was on a mission. Climbing back on top, Terzo lined himself up before sinking down on Omega’s thick cock, throwing his head back and letting out a shuddering sigh of relief. Omega groaned and involuntarily bucked his hips in overstimulation. Terzo took a moment before he began to move, and then he was riding Omega mercilessly, bouncing and grinding, moaning loudly. His hands roamed over Omega’s body as though he didn’t want to leave a single inch within his reach unexplored. Terzo was making such intense eye contact that Omega almost wanted to look away, but he was hypnotized. Terzo finally broke the spell by leaning forward to catch Omega’s nipple with his mouth. Omega shivered, quickly taking over thrusting, desperate for friction. Omega was reaching his limit, but he refused to allow himself release until Terzo was satisfied. Gently he encouraged Terzo to sit upright enough that he could slide a hand between them. Breathing heavily and trying to hold on, he took Terzo in hand, jerking him off while thrusting harder. Omega could see Terzo was quickly unraveling, he just needed one more push…

With one last powerful buck of Omega’s hips, Terzo came across Omega’s chest with a sob. Omega tumbled off the edge right behind him, his hands clutching at the sheets, claws tearing the fabric. Terzo pulled himself off of Omega while he still had the strength before collapsing in a heap beside him, Omega’s cum trickling out of him. Omega gathered him up in his arms. They lay there together for a long while, catching their breath.

Omega was the first to speak, audibly winded. “I take it you liked it, then?” Terzo lifted his head weakly, eyes full of exhaustion but overflowing with adoration. He threaded his fingers together with Omega’s. “Si, amore mio. Very much.” Omega’s face lit up. He stole a kiss before sheepishly asking, “Does that mean we can do it again?” “Si.” Terzo had that twinkle in his eye that made Omega’s stomach do backflips. “I want you inside of me, mio caro,” he purred, kissing Omega’s fingers, never breaking eye contact. Omega’s heart skipped several beats. “But tonight, we rest. I have several ghouls to kill in the morning.” Omega laughed in surprise, having completely forgotten about the note in his ecstasy. “I’ll help you bury the bodies.”

[handkinkbis]

Notes from the ep 15 sex scene after my 10th rewatch 👩‍🏫👩‍⚕️👩‍💻👩‍🔬

hongjo giggling in the doorway and acting all shy like sweety YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO HIM

the way he went from cute and clumsy to AMBUSHING HER 👁👄👁

for a giraffe he's quite wolfish in his table manners 😏😏

PINNED AGAINST THE WALL, GOD IS GOOD

WHY WAS THAT CURSED LIGHT SWITCH RIGHT THERE

[wet kissing noises]

THOSE 6'2/187CMs ENGULFING HER

he started unbuttoning her almost immediately, (the shirt DOES look better on the floor, shinyu, u ARE absolutely correct)

the horny-cute gasp of "wait a minute [we should do it on the dresser, follow me"] WE LOVE A WOMAN WHO SHOWS INITIATIVE

the way hongjo backed up against the dresser and shinyu followed her like she was his preyyy

she was smiling but he was on a MISSION TO GET BETWEEN THEM THIGHS

he lifted her up on the dresser like it was nothing 🥵🥵🥵

hooded eyes, jaw clenched, heavy breathing 🌶🌶🌶🌶 10/10

they both looked like they were just lost in the sounds and sensations like literally blissfully unaware of anything outside that room

god bless u and your hard work in the gym, rowoon, is that a 12-pack (thanks for zooming in on the ahem scar camera crew)

the way they cooperated in stripping shinyu's shirt off him, TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK

his hands doing SOMETHING outside of the frame whatttt are they doingggg

him kissing her hard and pushing her down 😌😌🙌🥂

shinyu's big hand flexing on hongjo's thigh and calf like YES SIR, GRAB IT

hongjo grasping two fistfuls of his hair to keep him where she wanted him YES QUEEN

him helping her wrap her legs around him 🥵🥵🥵🍿🍿🍿🍷🍷

the final shot of hongjo's shirt slipping off her shoulders and him moving on top of her in a pose not dissimilar to dracula and mina's in that One Scene in the garden in bram stoker's dracula

they were feraaalll

no for real he might actually be part beast

no wonder because shinyu/mujin waited 300+ years to Do That

[i-dare-say]

When life has me down, I know that random ao3 comment will save me

[cityselcouth]

at this rate the caleb birthday fic is gonna come out next june.

[geektrashfan]

Had an epiphany about my research while writing Zosan smut. Specifically, writing a steamy scene of Zoro being very obsessed Sanji's legs. Somehow, the action of writing about them fucking nasty made me think about how I could improve the analysis I'm doing.

[amtrak12]

I don't really wish this because daydreaming fic is my survival mechanism -- but I do kind of wish that if work is going to wear me out so much that I can't write anything, that it would also make me too worn out to daydream up more fic ideas. Because when I said 'I'd love to write a remix one day', I did not mean 'right this second with the same story I'm also writing a missing chapter for'. And yet -- ONCE AGAIN -- that is what my brain is doing: brainstorming my own take on this 22 year old fic plot just because I interpret the characters differently than the original author. 🫠💀

[quezzzs]

(TW FOR VERBAL HARASSMENT, VERBAL VIOLENCE, HOMOPHOBIA/USAGE OF F-SLUR, AND EXPLICIT SMUT SCENE)

^ if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, you can skip to the end for a summary of this chapter

Also this chapter is far by the longest I have written for this series so just another heads up for that

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"Since Hank is out on sick leave, the both of you will be accompanying Connor today. Just make sure you bust up anyone's asses if they're being a nuisance like you are detective."

"Jeez, fine. Don't need to fucking call me out."

"You're both dismissed."

Gavin rolled his eyes and leaves while shoving his hands into his pockets as he yawned, Nines following pursuit.

Captain Fowler made it clear for the boys that the anti-android protesters have been getting out of hand, enough for Gavin, Nines, and Connor to work on one whole patrol job for today.

Why? Because Markus had personally sent a message to Captain Fowler if he could have some DPD members to act as security in New Jericho's Q&A.

Over the course of time, humans have started to accept androids little by little but there are still many who wish to destroy them or still see them as servants for their own pleasure.

The Q&A was a chance to form a bond with the public and provide some intel on android life and have people be educated on how androids are like.

Although Markus was fortunate to have Connor by his side as an informal bodyguard when he would be off from DPD, the extra security was more of Simon's idea.

Gavin and Nines walked down the small steps from Fowler's office to see Connor standing and waiting for them to come out. As he heard the two get close, he fixed his collar and gave his signature smile.

"Shall we get going now to New Jericho?"

"I don't even know why you still work here after the shit you pulled almost two years ago."

"Solely for keeping our bromance alive, Detective Reed."

A crabby glare was shot at Connor from Gavin before he reluctantly nodded his head forward.

"C'mon tincans, the metal messiah is waiting." As much as Gavin didn't want to go on some boring security patrol today for more androids than the ones he has to deal with at work, he can't lie that he wasn't interested in meeting Markus.

"Technically," Nines started, his hands folded behind his back as the trio was going to Gavin's car. "That can be a term used to address Markus when numerous deviants believe him to be rA9. Using such a name for him isn't insulting to his character but instead a compliment, in a way."

A blank stare was caught in Nines' direction. "Please shut the fuck up."

"So you have manners now?" Nines raised an eyebrow at the temperamental human's sudden use of the word 'please'.

The RK900 was then met with the bird.

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The trio walked into the Q&A area where reporters, journalists, and curious people/families gathered in front of a well put out panel, some deviants in their seats and simply talking to each other while the empty ones were still taking their breaks.

Connor was more acquainted with the place so Nines and Gavin simply followed Connor, moving around the crowd and getting through the security. The three then finally came across Markus, who was off to the side seemingly lost in deep thinking.

"Off and wondering about someone, Markus?"

Markus looked up from where he was sitting and a smile of relief washed over his face. "Connor," He nodded his head before standing up to be more presentable. "It seems that your captain had gotten my message."

But then Markus narrowed his eyes when he saw the two other detectives, specifically Gavin.

"And he appears to have a sense of twisted humor."

It doesn't take much of a genius to understand why Markus is acting the way he is. Gavin sharply turns his head at Connor. "You talkin' shit about me, toaster?"

"Maybe, maybe not. My daily routines have no play or concern over your own life, Detective Reed."

The only face Gavin made was of him non-verbally asking: 'Are you being phcking for real right now?' But he chose not to respond as Connor and the deviant leader made conversation.

It was discussion over what Markus had ready for the Q&A, Connor's interest on how it all came to be, blah blah blah all that boring stuff.

However, one small bit of dialogue caught Gavin and Nines' attention.

"You have an abnormal pump rate. I advise you not to stress yourself for the rest of the day, leader."

"I wouldn't dream of having anything else take your role, hunter."

Gavin glanced at Nines.

Nines glanced back at Gavin.

Oh yeah, that was pretty clear.

Finally, Gavin and Nines were assigned their post to be near the small set of stairs leading up to the panel as the event was about to start soon, Connor leaving to his own post on the opposite end.

So far into the Q&A, everything was going really well for an event somewhat significant(according to Connor). All smilely and bright faces of genuine care.

Gavin covered his mouth to yawn as he checked the time. It was nearly 3:15 PM and he felt like he needed a fat nap right now.

Nines had his hands folded together behind his back as he spoke to Gavin, not breaking his stare monitoring the crowd. "I suggest taking up a regular, beneficial sleep schedule than consuming, what you would say, 'shit tons' of caffeine. This has been the 27th time you've yawned today."

Turning with scrunched eyebrows and a sneer, Gavin counters Nines' doctor recommendation. "Since when did you keep track of how much I yawn? You gonna keep track on how much I piss next?"

"If it becomes a concerning amount, I would."

"Fucking perv."

"By my presumptions, you've been having restless nights lately haven't you? Is it anything relating to your workaholic behavior?"

"Nines, you're getting-"

"Do you experience unpleasant nightmares?"

Hearing Nines ask Gavin straight up about his lack of sleep was ticking him off now, causing Gavin to hiss back more loudly than intended.

"Shut your goddamn mouth. I'm not experiencing shit alright?"

Realizing he overstepped in speech, Nines remained quiet after he was given the warning. Though that was strange of him to ask.

Gavin was doing fine with work so why ask something almost trivial?

...

Probably boredom?

But that's not important right now, because what is important is to keep on watching over-

"You sir, in the red flannel."

"How do y'all androids make love seem so realistic to your kind?"

"I'm sorry?"

"C'mon, I'm sure all those hushed kisses and weirdass skin retractin' thing y'all do is for show. You're not meant for our human shit."

...

...

...

Phck.

Out of all the goddamn days.

Connor, being much closer to the loud man, traversed over to where the stranger stood with audacity. From where Nines and Gavin stood, it was clear that Connor was trying to be polite first as to prevent the scene from escalating.

The guy didn't listen.

"Back off, tin-can." He pushed Connor away, making a step forward as people backed away, obviously not attempting to get involved. He then pointed and yelled with an accusing tone.

"Is CyberLife paying youse guys to do sappy shit because there's no way you can even feel a thing like love and all. You don't even have real dicks or pussies, all of it is just plastic toys to be used."

Markus stood up from his seat as he leaned towards his microphone. "Sir, you're not allowed to use that kind of language at a civil event-"

"Go suck my fucking dick, you little sex toy." There were a few gasps to be heard faintly and some parents either making their kids turn away from seeing the man or completely leaving the Q&A. Connor is now firmly warning the man of his actions, his LED gone a constant yellow.

"Refrain from using graphic name calling."

"Don't get fucking aggressive with me-"

Connor was able to get reinforcement from other security guards but the dickhead didn't stop his tantrum. Nines and Gavin went in next to attempt to reduce the stranger's temper and voice.

Nines did a quick facial scan on the guy to see what they were dealing with before confrontation.

/// BROGAN, DAVID Born: 02/24/1989 Criminal Record: Assault

Nines stood near him.

"Mr. Brogan, if you have a problem with this event, I suggest you leave the premise. This is a public space and you are currently disrupting the peace and harassing others. If you keep this on-"

David didn't register the RK900's words, his eyes instead wandering and locking in with Gavin's greyish-green eyes.

And he smiled.

And he laughed.

Now who the phck was reading my thoughts?

This cocky man wiped away fake tears of joy and weirdly beamed bright in a condescending sense.

"That thing hasn't healed yet?"

David pointed at Gavin, referring to the scar across his nose.

He was taunting him.

Gavin was livid.

Gavin scoffed as he brushed his hand through his hair, vexation growing rapidly. "Fight with me later, prick. Either buckle down or it's a second time behind bars."

David raised both his hands all innocently, a cheshire cat-like grin appearing to continue in provoking Gavin.

"Don't tell me you've gone soft. Again?"

The emphasis on 'soft' made Gavin's eyebrow twitch from the well acquainted word.

"I gave you a warning, so you better listen up."

"You don't got no rulin' over me so don't talk to me like that."

I'mNotGonnaDoItI'mNotGonnaDoItI'mNotGonnaDoIt-

Not wanting a new addition to his disciplinary folder, Gavin shot a look over at Nines and Nines got his non-verbal message, taking out his cuffs and the wrists of Mr. Brogan.

"You are under arrest for public disturbance and disorderly conduct."

"Eh?!"

Nines continued to recite the rest of the Miranda rights whilst Gavin takes out a cigarette and lights it up.

"Be an ass on your own time."

He grumbled and turned away, trusting in Nines that he was able to handle David.

"DON'T TURN AROUND AND ACT LIKE I DON'T EXIST!"

David kept yelling profanities to get more attention but Nines was doing well in shutting him up...

Until he couldn't.

Resisting Nines' grip, David jerked his arm hard enough so he was let loose and while he had his hands cuffed behind his back, he made an impervious shout.

"KNOW WHAT? YEAH, RUN AWAY LIKE YOU DID BEFORE, FUCKING FAGGOT!"

A crimson red LED became instant once Nines got ahold of what his audio processors just heard. Just as he took back David, Gavin stomped back with haste, fury in his face, ready to take on this fight.

This was not to happen.

Connor was faster and held back Gavin from approaching any closer, but it all dissolved to disarray.

"FUCKING SAY THAT TO MY FACE! SAY IT!"

"GAVIN, STOP."

"CONNOR, LET ME FUCKING GO THAT BASTARD IS ASKING FOR IT."

"C'MON YOU FUCKING WUSS, HIT ME LIKE A MAN."

"ALL OF YOU, CUT IT OUT."

Everyone that was there at the Q&A soon fled far from the group, taking their leave and finding escape. Guards from their posts soon came by to decrease the situation at hand but there wasn't much to do when Gavin was dead set on fighting.

"I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING FACE APART!"

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The hum of the ceiling light hummed louder than ever.

The ticking of the clock on the wall was consistent.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Captain Fowler had his hands folded with his forehead resting on the tips of his index fingers, mouth closed and deep into his mind.

Across from him was an RK900 with cycling yellow LED, sitting up with his legs closed and the palms of his hands on his lap. Right next to the android was a was a detective in late 30's to early 40's who was slumped in his seat with his arms crossed and one leg up on the chair, a face of passing(but still present) anger that hasn't left even before the duo got into the office.

Fowler removed his forehead from his index fingers and look at the two sitting in front of his desk, eyes darting between them to watch every detail.

He deeply sighed and rubbed his eyes, waving the two off. "I'm aware of what happened, and if it was outside of business, I would've let it slide. However, you were on duty and had almost gotten into a physical fight, if not for Nines and Connor acting in as the blockages."

"Captain-"

"Personally I think a fight would've put that son of a bitch into the right mindset, but legally that wouldn't be allowed. You're off for the rest of the day and taking a one week suspension."

Jumping out of his seat, Gavin threw his arms into the air while retorting back. "YOU CAN'T PUT ME ON SUSPENSION."

A loud slam resonated in the room, Fowler had a stern expression on his face. "I swear to god if you keep testing my fucking limits, Reed, I can make it two. As your supervisor, I'm trying to give you the best fitted punishment for this case, now go home or I can make it three."

The glass office room became stunned and still. The two grown men had a stare-down, neither of them keeping their glares away.

It took 2 minutes until Gavin had taken out his badge and gun to place firmly onto the desk, his eyes still kept onto his Captain's. Captain Fowler reached his hand over the items and slides it to his side as he leans back into his chair.

He only grumbled some curses underneath his breath before leaving the room without another try at defying orders.

Captain Fowler then looked over at Nines, who was currently stuck in his headspace processing information based on the yellow LED color he still had going on.

Fowler cleared his throat to gain Nines' attention and gave the bot an instruction.

"Make sure that knucklehead doesn't end up doing anything reckless." Fowler sighed before softening his gaze just a little. "He's actually been pretty tamed for the past months so whatever social tactic you're using, keep it up."

Nines hoped that the rush of thirium that went to his face didn't appear as blue blush from that last comment.

Truth be told, Fowler wouldn't be that far off in his assumption. He made an affirmative nod and went out the door, his mind already playing out the soon to be scenario when he's faced with his human coworker.

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This was really not Gavin's day today.

First he woke up in fear and sweat, nearly having a panic attack.

Then the lingering fragments of his nightmare couldn't leave him alone since it had been a sort of dry spell.

And just when he thought he could've been distracted by patrol, that David showed his face and wreaked havoc on everyone.

AND he had provoked Gavin enough to trigger him into getting the job done in battle, which led to a long suspension.

God.

Phcking.

DAMN IT

Gavin hits his fist down onto his knee hard, taking in the atmosphere for a moment before he looks up at his now trashed apartment. Folders and papers spread all around the floor, furniture knocked over or were tossed to a different area, and a broken picture frame he didn't even mean to hit.

He got up from his couch and had his eyes drilled onto the photo, carefully picking it up as he swept off the glass pieces.

A old brunette woman that had the essence of a party-goer holding her toddler in her arms, grinning like she won an arm wrestling contest against a burly man. Confidence yet so much care in her eyes. The child's face was marked out with permanent marker but there was a faint image of his smile too, crooked and yellow but as joyous as his mom.

Gavin's eyes lingered on, tightly holding the image in his hands.

But he snapped his neck over to his front door that had three loud knocks banging on it, a familiar voice to be heard from the other side. "Detective?"

Gavin tosses the picture onto his counter and covers it up with a cleaning rag, dragging himself over to the door knowing who exactly it is behind it.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I came here to check on your wellbeing-"

"You're not my goddamn babysitter Nines. I don't need you to watch my ass whether that decision was made by Fowler or not, just leave me alone."

Gavin was about to slam the door on Nines' face but his shoe came in between the door and the frame, stopping it perfectly in between the thin sliver. "I do not care, I'm going in."

Gavin then tries to push his whole body against the door and to kick Nines' foot away but it was no use when his partner was built to be a unit.

"You should know very well it is physically impossible to stop me."

Gavin backs away from the door and ruffles up his hair, his fingers sliding through his strands in frustration. "I don't want you here."

Nines, being the persistent android he is, refused to be shot down by Gavin's requests. "You need me."

There goes another twitch to his lips.

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Gavin turns around and puts his index finger directly onto Nines' chest. "When did I ever need you?" He then points to himself. "I don't need anyone to take care of me like I'm a fucking little boy."

It only took a glance around the room before Nines raised an eyebrow at the shorter man. "Judging by the room, your words are contradictory."

"Fuck. You."

"If you want, we could."

...

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What?

"What?"

"Have you forgotten our arrangement?"

"Well we didn't fucking agree on having it like this-"

"I'd rather have you take it out on me than yourself."

That shouldn't be hot but it is.

Jesus Christ.

Gavin closed his eyes and covered his mouth with one hand, giving this situation some time to think if this is where he wants to go for the rest of the night.

"Nines..."

He didn't even know how to respond to that. Although Gavin was tempted to just rail Nines, he couldn't tell how emotionally drained he was becoming and wasn't sure if this will be how he breaks.

But all that Nines had to do to fully convince him was take away the hand covering his mouth and whisper in a tone quiet but full of challenge.

"Fuck me like the bitch you call me to be."

It doesn't take much more before Gavin had his other hand slither to the back of Nines' neck and push their lips together for a rough kiss.

Shocked by the sudden movement, Nines let go of Gavin's wrist and instead held his waist, his mouth filling up his mind with an oral analysis on Gavin's spit.

He temporarily turns it off as they continue to heavily kiss one another, Nines roaming his hands over Gavin's body in a needy fashion. Gavin then brings them over to his couch and has Nines sit on his lap, continuing their make out session.

Gavin's tongue explored every spot inside of Nines' mouth as small whimpers left the android from how much this was to him.

Sure, they've made out before and yes they fucked multiple times.

What makes this time different?

It's not out of boredom or to get rid of a sensation.

This was driven by passion and boiled up anger.

And Nines was loving every millisecond of this.

He grinds his body down onto Gavin, hands now rested on the man's chest. As they separated their mouths so Gavin could have air again, he saw how messed up Nines had become.

It was the same flustered face he makes whenever they start out on the short foreplay but why is it now that Gavin finds it to be so attractive?

"Gavin~"

It doesn't make it any better when Nines sounds desperate for him.

Gavin then gets going on removing Nines' jack and shirt, tossing the clothes onto the floor as he relocates his hands to grip onto Nines' shoulders from behind and assault his neck instead.

A low moan left his mouth, arms tightly wrapped around Gavin as he leaned his head to the other side for Gavin to have more space at marking him up.

The small pricks of pain when Gavin bit down hard felt too appealing for the android. Nines should've turned off his pain reactive sensors at this point like the past session but this was the first he had Gavin bite him with the reactors on.

And he fucking loves it.

"Shit."

Static was heard in Nines' voice despite how minimal he was on talking during sex. He continues to grind himself down on Gavin, moving his hips in a consistent motion.

A groan escaped Gavin when he picked up on the bot sitting on top rubbing himself against the now apparent erection.

This was going too slow for his likings.

The space was too cramped to be doing this.

"Mhm...Oh!"

Nines tightened his hold onto Gavin when Gavin gripped onto the sides of Nines' thighs and carried him over to the bedroom instead. It was a surprise from the first to the next, the feeling of Gavin throwing Nines on top of the bed turned him on even more.

Gavin crawls on top of the bed as well and stares at Nines. His face now blushed with blue, his pale torso moving slightly in desire, the way his fingers pinched the sheets to feel anything, and to finish it off, the sounds that were coming out of him?

"A-Ahhh.."

Usually it was kept quiet but hearing Nines be so responsive unlocked something inside of Gavin he wasn't aware of.

He had enough with the foreplay.

Gavin took off Nines' shoes and socks for him and hoisted Nines' hips up by his belt and was quick to unbuckle it and unzip the zipper. He shimmied it off of the RK900's body, the thud of the clothing pieces falling down to the floor was prominent.

Gavin smoothed his palm on the side of Nines' thigh before giving it a nice smack.

A yelp of pleasure was heard loudly.

"A-AH!"

Gavin backed his palm away from Nines, stunned by what had occurred.

"Did you-"

"Y-yes, shut up and keep going-"

Another smack was dealt, making Nines jerk his body.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do."

"Then get on with it."

Gavin likes this new shine of brattiness from Nines.

Feeling every constraint of fabric, Gavin took his shirt off and undid his pants. Now in better relief, he hooked onto the elastic waistband of Nines' boxer briefs and took it off fast, the cold air now flowing against Nines' plastic cock made the bot shake and crave for more.

Gavin gathered up enough saliva and spat onto his hand, then wrapping the same hand to grasp at Nines' dick to start stroking fast.

"Oh~ s-shit- MMPH!"

Nines' mouth had been gagged by Gavin's fingers, his tongue lathering up his digits with the lube that was beginning to build up. Since he had most of his settings turned on, Nines felt every little sensation that was invoked.

Between this and the steady strokes Gavin was doing to Nines, it felt very overwhelming but amazing at the same time.

Gavin was having the time of his life.

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Nines whined when Gavin's fingers left his mouth, only to feel sensation of those very same fingers touching the rim of his asshole. Nines' hand writhed in pleasure against the bed sheets whilst Gavin stopped stroking him to hold onto Nines' hip and get him to a better angle.

He slowly finger-fucked Nines to avoid damaging the bot but his patience was wearing thin. Never has he had the urge to slam into Nines this badly before.

How much frustration did he build up to get like this???

Nevertheless, it took about a few more blissful nanoseconds before Gavin pulled his hand away from Nines' prepared hole(ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ).

He lightly tapped at Nines' hip and Nines knew to turn himself over. But he refused.

"The hell you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Fucking turn around?"

"And why should I-"

Gavin didn't have the time to deal with Nines' bullshit methods of getting him riled up. He grabbed Nines by the hips and turned him over to lay on his stomach, grabbing his ass up into the air and smacking it down hard.

Nines let out another noisy moan and buried his face into the pillows, holding on as much as he could, his body shaking from the sheer rawness of aggression coming from Gavin.

A reaction similar to a shiver went up Nines' back as he felt one of Gavin's hands press his hip down whilst the other one-handedly undos his pants and pulls out his cock, lining up at the entrance of Nine's ass.

Penetration wasn't the most performed activity between the two but hell it was always a performance.

Nines' body tensed up when he felt it first go in, taking time to adjust to Gavin's size and girth. More static pants were emanating Nines' mouth followed by a stifled gasp when it was all the way inside.

Once Gavin got used to the tightness, he pulled out and pounded right back in hard. Another whine from Nines as he shook from how painfully good it felt.

It was a repeated cycle.

In

Out

In

Out

In

Out

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A relentless pace that had Nines seeing the 1's and 0's floating in his code. The intensity of it was in its purest form. He swore he may be close to overheating.

Nines' thighs shake from pleasure, eyes glossy in reflection to the dim lighting in the room, voicebox stuttering and ecstatic with sounds that a pornstar would be jealous of.

Gavin's anger turned to a level of sex beyond the scowls and hostility.

So why does Nines get the idea that this was to compensate for something?

The constant rhythm was kept very well and went on and on.

Until it came to an end.

All that Nines could remember was a wave of electrical delectation throughout his body, dropping his head into the pillow as he let out one last moan.

"GAVIN~"

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Nines laid his face against the pillow for moments more, needing to recover from what transpired. As he gradually got himself up, he looked to the side where Gavin had his back faced towards him and the sight of smoke floating up.

Nines' eyes darted from the smoke to Gavin's scared back before carefully getting up from the bed.

"Gavin?"

...

"Get yourself cleaned up, Nines."

Right.

Routine.

Shortly after Nines cleaned himself in the bathroom and put on his pants again, he tried to converse with the detective.

Standing from the door frame, he spoke. "Gavin..."

"What?" His voice sharp and monotone, turning his head and looking over at Nines.

Nines, however, saw that he had still been messed up from what David said.

"How did you know him?"

"Nines, not right now."

"No, he talked to you like you knew each other,"

"Nines..."

"Was he the one who gave you that scar?"

"Nines-"

"If he was, I am legally allowed to-"

"NINES."

Once again, Nines didn't realize he was overstepping it until Gavin snapped.

"I don't need your fucking help. I can handle myself. All you ever wanted from this was a quick sex sesh and then a ditch. That's all this ever was. Don't start acting like this matters to you all of a sudden."

Gavin took another drag from his cigarette, blowing out the fumes of nicotine before staring right at Nines' grey eyes.

"Get the fuck out."

Nines thinned his lips and slightly nodded his head.

"I understand."

Before leaving, he looked back up at Gavin.

"Good night, detective."

...

"Night."

Gavin then turned back around, hearing Nines from outside his room pick up his clothes that were left in the living room and leaving out the door.

He puts out his cigarette into the ashtray and runs his hands throw his hair, placing his elbows onto his knees.

David's words taunted him over and over.

'Run away like you did before'

'Faggot'

Gavin punched the mattress of his bed beside him. Even his violent outlet was waring off now.

He knew himself.

And this was pathetic.

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The sounds of passing cars came out from one ear to the other as Nines is taking the automated taxi back to DPD.

Although tonight's hook up may have been eye-opening for him, there was a sort of guilt that grew when he believed he had pressured Gavin into talking.

He didn't want to, but he also didn't want to leave the detective alone in such a state.

The hurt in his eyes he saw earlier when the fight almost broke out. Any regular person would've thought he was consumed only by hate and anger, but Nines could tell.

There was a sliver of distress behind the defended walls.

CALLING Tina Chen

...

...

'Hello? Nines?'

'May I come over to your place tonight? I have something I want to discuss about with you.'

'Sure, man, it's fine. Is it private, private or can Vicky be in it for support too?'

'Vicky's presence will not be an interruption.'

'Okay, see you then.'

'Goodbye'

CALL ENDED

Nines connected with the taxi's song system and randomly played some songs to get rid of the uneasiness.

'Tell me now, what's that look on your face'

'She puts her hand on my lips'

'Begging, "Please end this conversation"'

Nines groans, bumping his head back against the headrest and having to endure the rest of the song.

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SUMMARY:

Nines, Gavin, and Connor are assigned patrol over New Jericho's public Q&A until a man named David Brogan starts yelling at the panel rudely. Connor attempts to stop him but when that fails, Nines and Gavin follows pursuit.

Gavin and David recognize each other and David riles up Gavin to fight him. It almost works but Gavin was stopped. He is then suspended for a week.

Nines went to his apartment to do a check in and Gavin wasn't having it. In trying to help Gavin, Nines suggested that Gavin should use their sexual relationship to relieve himself of his problems. They have sex but Gavin is still in his head. Nines tries to talk to Gavin about it but Gavin doesn't want to open up and tells Nines off and to leaves his place. Nines listens and left, leaving Gavin alone. Nines calls up Tina to talk to her about all that's happened today.

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SONGS REFERENCED:

Baby Said

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