#imagine they met up after so many calls ugh

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The Thousandth Time (Astarion x GN!Tav)

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Summary: Astarion and Rogue!Tav make love for the thousandth time. In a bathtub.

Tags: Smut, Slice of life, POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Spawn Astarion, Post-Canon, bathtub sex, sloppy sex, seriously just sickeningly sweet smut, Spawn Astarion, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Domesticity is romantic, Hand Jobs, Blood Drinking

A/N: Some context-- I wanted to write soft, gender neutral smut. And by the gods is this soft. I tried to look at what it's like to love someone for so long. In my experience, when you've been with someone for so many years, you still find a lot of love in the little things. which I hope I hit? Anyway, enjoy!!

Word count: ~5.3k

The thousandth time you make love to Astarion, you don't know it's the thousandth time.

It's a day like any other, really.

After a long day at the guild, you've arrived home, a sigh on your lips, a furrow to your brow.

"Whatever is the matter, my dear?"

You compose your expression and turn toward your lover. "Astarion," you start, a reflexive wistfulness to your tone. Gods are you glad to see him after a day like today. "Nothing is the matter. Nothing important anyway. Simply glad to be home."

Astarion gives you a look that says he doesn't quite believe you, but knows better than to pry too deeply into issues you'd rather not bring home. "Very well, darling. But you know I'm all pointy ears. Especially if Nine-Fingers has been difficult again."

"Ugh," you say, wincing in annoyance. "Do not say her name right now."

The vampire gives you a bright, toothy laugh. "That bad, eh?" You nod. He walks toward you, arms outstretched. "Mmm in that case, shall we call it an early night tonight?"

You dive into the comfort of his arms, holding him to you, inhaling his fresh, familiar scent. It feels like the day's troubles melt in his cold embrace, and the tension in your body finally relaxes. "That might be nice."

"Dinner first?" he asks, pulling away from you slightly.

You look into his warm crimson eyes, feel that same warmth reflected in your face. Of course, he’d check to see if your mortal needs have been met. "No need, I've eaten. How about you?"

Astarion brings a hand up to inspect your face, this way, then that. It’s as if he’s examining you for injury, not assessing if he can partake in a bit of your blood. "Mmm, you seem a tad tired, love."

"You know I'll manage. Besides, get my blood while it's still boiling with rage," you say, craning your neck for him in response.

"As delectable as that sounds,” he begins, letting go of your face, tracing his fingers along your neck. “I think a bath and bed ought to come first."

You want to argue the point, make sure he's fed to the best of your ability, but the yawn that escapes you is irrefutable. With nary another word, his hand is on the small of your back, guiding you toward the bath.

"Would you like to join me?" you ask him as you open the door. Your expression is calm, the question harboring no hidden intentions. Any other day, you may have raised an eyebrow at him suggestively, begun taking off your armor in a tease– but you're tired, simply not wanting to relinquish the feel of his arms around you.

"Certainly, if it keeps you from falling asleep in the tub…" he trails off, looking at you warily. He appears torn, somewhere between keeping you from drowning and keeping you from resting.

You give him a wry smile. “Imagine that. After felling all manner of beasts and men, finally succumbing to the tub.”

Astarion offers you a reluctant smile in return. “My love, I swear to every god above and below, if you die in any manner even remotely that ludicrous, I shall have to pretend not to know you at your funeral.”

“That’s fair,” you say, holding a hand out to him. “Best to make sure that doesn’t happen then, don’t you think?”

The man can’t argue with that, nor does he seem to want to. After an entire day away from each other, this closeness is exactly what the two of you crave. So he takes your offered hand, and follows you into the bathroom.

It has been years since you had added a tub big enough for the two of you in your house. While the two of you had accrued wealth enough for an entire bathhouse, you’d settled for a more modest setup. At least, modest in Astarion’s eyes.

The floor is made of the finest marble tiles, the walls of intricately laid and patterned brick. And in the center of the room, is the room’s main attraction: the enormous, magical tub. It’s long enough that you could comfortably lay down across the entire bottom, wide enough that you have to extend your arms to reach both sides. The outer edges are infused with enchantments to improve your bathing experience, and the tub itself is made of the highest quality crystal that gold can buy.

Once you enter the room, you activate the heat and water sigils along the basin’s edges and turn back to Astarion. “Would you mind grabbing some soaps from the shelf?”

He gives you a lopsided grin, eyes crinkling with amusement, but still moves to do as you ask. “Would you also like me to bathe you while I’m at it?”

“Oh, would you?” you ask half-joking. You begin to strip your armor off, piece by piece.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, picking out a few of his preferred scents from a shelf on the wall. He’s accumulated quite the collection now, enjoying mixing and matching as his nose guides him. “That could be arranged.”

You’re almost halfway through your armor when he returns, bottles of lemon, bergamot, and sage soaps in hand. “Ah, you know how much I love bergamot,” you say, smiling at it fondly, pausing halfway through undoing your leather straps.

“I know,” he says, placing them next to the tub before turning his attention fully to you. “I also know that you need help with that armor or we may be here all night.”

Holding your arms out wordlessly, Astarion starts to unbuckle each and every strap from the front of your padded armor. As he releases you from its confines, you take a deep, relieved breath and say, “Thank you, love.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he murmurs, leaving a long lingering touch along your now exposed collarbone. “While you strike quite the image in your armor, I think I much prefer you without.”

You laugh, feeling quite light in the now steaming room. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your mind is straying quite far from rest, Astarion.”

The vampire shrugs, beginning to tug at your undershirt and small clothes with each of his hands. “Merely stating fact, my darling.”

With a few smooth movements, he’s taken off the last of your clothing, exposing every inch of you to the warmth of the room and the heat of his gaze. He seems just about ready to bury his head in your neck, begin covering every piece of you in kisses, when you speak, “Excuse me, are you planning to enter the bath in your house clothes?”

Astarion looks down at his own garb, the comfortable satins and silks of a man who spent the day lounging at home. When faced with your words and, ugh, logic, he says with a sigh, “Would you do the honors?”

You need no more invitation before your hands are on his soft, flowing shirt, running along it appreciatively. “Is this new?”

“It is,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice. “Do you like it?”

“It feels magnificent,” you respond, beginning to undo its buttons. “I may just have to steal it for myself one of these days.”

His lips purse at you. “You know, you could simply ask, darling.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you taunt, pulling up on the shirt's edges, tugging it up and off of him. Now, faced with the plane of his ivory chest, your fingers act on instinct. They trail down his shoulders, trace the line of his pectorals, drop down the center of his stomach to the waist of his pants.

Astarion gives you a low, approving noise before asking you wryly, “Now whose mind is straying?”

“Not mine,” you respond, pulling his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. “My hands are just so tired, I’m sure you understand.”

“Surely,” he responds, as he pulls each foot out of his pant legs. “How is the water?”

The bath is steaming by now, visibly fogging up the room, but still, you bend down to skim your hands along its surface. “Ah, it’s warm,” you say, gripping the edge with one hand. “Maybe too warm?”

“No such thing,” he responds, and one of his hands lands next to yours as he bends down to feel the water for himself. The man gives a happy hum before asking, “Shall we then?” Then his now-wet hand is smacking your butt, his head gesturing toward the waiting water. 

“Excuse you,” you say, indignantly, as you turn toward him. “I'm tired.” But you don't feel tired. Not after running your hands over his cold skin. Not after feeling the quick contact of his hand on your backside.

“Not to worry, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

As in, bathing or–? Luckily you don't have much more time to think about it before he’s lowering himself into the tub. Even with his quick movement, even with the water’s slight obscurity, you easily note that Astarion’s cock has stirred in interest.

Ah. While you hadn’t meant to illicit anything by inviting him… it’s certainly not unwelcome. It’s a good thing that your exhaustion is all but melting away under his loving touches.

Acutely aware of his sharp gaze on the length of your back, you turn to face away from him, grab the edge of the tub, and slowly enter its warmth. As was customary in your baths, he would start with your back, so you take a spot in front of him, leaving just enough room for him to settle behind you as he pleases.

Too much room clearly, as Astarion immediately scoots forward, extending his legs to each side of you. You feel his hardening length graze your backside as he does so and can’t help the smile that curves your lips.

"Astarion, dear,” you start, placing your hands on each of his knees under the water. “Are you certain you want to bathe me?"

“And why wouldn't I be?” He leans closer, planting a soft kiss along your spine.

You debate backing up into his groin to prove a point but instead shake your head. "No reason, I suppose."

He begins by lathering his hands in a mixture of soaps, carefully measured out by eye and feel. All the while, you sit before him, hands on each of his calves, thumbs repeatedly rubbing the ridge of his muscles. While he’d had a nice, calm day today, his calves are always so tight from sneaking about– and it’s the least you can do for the man that’s bathing you.

Then his hands get to work.

At first he drags both hands along your back, once, twice. Once he’s made sure that soap covers every inch of you, he starts massaging you, working the soap into your skin, kneading into your sore muscles.

Astarion knows your body so intimately and, after so many years of tending to each other, he rubs all of your tightest spots. His knuckles press deep into your neck. His fingers work around your upper back. His thumbs dig underneath the edges of your shoulder blades, working out the knots he knows lay beneath. And, by the gods, if you thought you’d been melting under his caresses before, now you’re practically a puddle.

You can’t help the noises that come out at the sensation of his nimble fingers at work. Your shoulders ache from a long day of sneaking, stabbing, and general tension of dealing with people– the relief is palpable in the way you relax into his touch, grip his legs, and release several breathy moans.

And with each moan, you can feel his cock growing firmer against you. After the first few, you can feel him shift closer with every noise he draws from you. Knowing your affect on him has always done something to stir the fire in you, and this time it has you shifting uncomfortably as heat blooms between your legs. The both of you spur the other’s building lust, all the while the fresh scent that Astarion’s concocted permeates the air.

Then, when it’s clear he’s done with your back, thoroughly satisfied with each gasping breath of pleasure, his hands drop from your shoulders. They tail down your back, playing along your spine. And, in an almost leisurely motion, they wrap around your torso, where they finally settle on your chest.

I don’t think this is a relaxing bath anymore, you think distantly. Yet you’re unable to resist leaning into his palms, arching into his touch.

Sensing your shuffles, Astarion curls further into your back, almost entirely flush to you now. His fingers feel their way to each of your nipples, first gently brushing against them, then thumbing over them each in turn. They respond eagerly, perking up under his delicate sweep.

“Astarion,” you begin, turning your head back to him slightly and raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” Your tone isn’t exactly admonishing– your voice comes out too quiet, desire muffling all other emotions.

His hands trail down your chest, past the surface of the bath water, settling on each of your thighs before he responds, voice low, lips inches away from your ear. “Making sure that every single centimeter of my beautiful darling is clean, of course.”

“Astarion, I thought you would be, ahh… taking care of me," you say, barely holding on to your trail of thought as his hands dip between your legs, brushing your sensitive core.

“I am taking care of you,” he whispers, finally closing the remaining distance between your back, his front. At the feel of his stiff cock pressing against your back, you give an involuntary gasp. He seems to enjoy your reaction, taking a moment to slowly grind the entire length of his hardened arousal along your backside once, before he settles between your cheeks. “Unless you’d rather leave all of this stress pent up, my dear?”

You’d been tired– been ready to bathe and head off to bed. But something about this man never fails to ignite the fire in your heart– or your loins. “I suppose not,” you murmur, releasing Astarion’s calf, running up his leg with your fingers, landing on his arm, gripping it closer to you.

“I knew you would see reason,” he says, taking your grip as guidance. His hand moves down to begin stroking your heat, building up steadily to the fast-paced rhythm he knows you like. In the water’s buoyant embrace, his actions feel a touch more fluid, his fingers more silken.

It has taken time experimenting together to reach this place– one of utmost security and intimate knowledge of each others’ bodies. But now that you’re here, you’ve found that Astarion’s agile fingers are obscenely precise in their movements. Like he knows exactly which pins to tumble to unlock your utmost excitement.

So you can't help the way you buck into his touch, nor the way the water sloshes around you both in response.

"Careful, love," he says, hand stilling. "We don't want to make a mess this time, do we?"

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember the last time this had happened, how the floor had been practically flooded. You should agree with him, make sure that such an incident doesn't occur again. But the front of your mind is wholly occupied, thinking only of how he's stopped moving his hand, how being careful may mean that he takes it too gently. "Mmm, we managed to clean it up well enough," you respond, jerking your hips back, pressing against him with need.

Astarion's laughter rings upon the bathroom's stone walls, before it turns into a groan as you roll your hips once more. His voice is a bit huskier when he responds, "You know we’re going to regret it later.”

You smile back at him, satisfied with the noise you’ve elicited. “Sounds like a problem for later, doesn’t it?” Then your hand squeezes his arm, motioning it back down to your now throbbing arousal. “For now, what was that about releasing my stress?”

“Oh very well… in that case, let’s find where you ache most, shall we?” Astarion murmurs, dipping his head, placing a kiss on the base of your neck. “Here?” Your shoulder. “Or perhaps here?” Then his hand settles back between your legs, fingers touching you in a rather delicate caress. “Or maybe here?”

You hum a noise of approval as his . “Oh, there.”

His fingers close on your swollen sex, rubbing languidly as he whispers in your ear, “Mmm, darling. So much tension…” A bit more pressure. “I must simply…” A bit faster pace. “Massage it all away…”

If anything, his touches cause you to grasp at his legs harder, all of the muscles in your body responding in kind to his ministrations. Your back arches instinctively, earning an exquisite groan from Astarion. So when his next stroke causes you to clench, you lean into it, grinding your ass back into the full length of his erection, sliding easily in the water’s low friction.

His other hand finds its way to your hip, helping you match his pace as you continue to rock into him.

The two of you fall into a beautiful, raucous rhythm, each open and generous with your vocal pleasure, the water’s regular splashes punctuating each movement.

“Yes, yes, gods, Astarion.”

“My sweet, you’re the only divine thing here.”

Then your words begin to lose sense, your rhythm begins to falter, and it’s clear that you won’t last much longer under his caring fingers.

You also know that Astarion hasn’t been tended to nearly as well as you have.

So you move to turn toward him. With how his full length twitches against you in urgency, your own nimble fingers ought to return the favor.

Astarion stops you, placing his unoccupied hand back on your chest to hold you in place. "Ah ah ah. Love, I'm here to help you."

"You are helping,” you start, pushing back against his hand. “But I don’t want to leave you like this.” ‘This’ is obvious as the man clearly exercises every ounce of self control he has judging from the visible veins on his arm, the way his legs squeeze reflexively around you each time he strokes you.

He gives you a reluctant groan, one that does nothing to hide his desire. “Must you always be so selfless?” His hand doesn’t release your chest though, and he begins tracing delicate, wet circles around one of your nipples, as he murmurs, “Fine, just let me continue.”

Staying in place for him, you reach back with one hand to feel for his cock. It’s almost unreal how naturally you slot around him, the way your fingers circle around its girth. The entire length, inch-by-inch, the pattern of his veins, the sensitive lip of his head– they’re all intimately familiar to you now. As is finding just the right grip, the right pace.

When you start to pump him in earnest, Astarion can't help but shudder, his movements losing their steady, pulsing beat. In losing his pace, he takes on a new one– erratic, a bit fumbling, but utterly intoxicating.

You're both stoking each other’s fires in tandem, wildly offset in your desperation to touch each other more and more and more. 

The water feels almost cool compared to your heated core, to the sweet friction you're building together.

Astarion's face tilts into your back, grunting as he strains to right his tempo– his forehead presses against you, his cool exhale grazes your searing skin. His chilled touch is a reprieve in the sweltering fog of steam and heady lust. Hearing your sigh of relief, he seems all too willing to make more contact.

His lips crash onto your back roughly, and his fangs nick your skin. An involuntary shiver runs through your body as you imagine the pleasure his drinking evokes from you. As you imagine the man behind you lapping at your neck, moaning in satisfaction, flushed pink with your very blood–

"Take some blood,” you offer, breathless. Imagining would never be enough, you find yourself craving the real deal. So when you say your next word, it comes out more pleading than you intend, “Please."

“Whatever my dearest desires,” Astarion replies, voice low and rumbling. He removes the hand from your chest and places it on your shoulder, holding you in place as he places his lips at the crook of your neck. His nose rubs gently against your fleshly washed skin. “Mmm, you smell so good.”

Then his fangs pierce you.

When you first began your relationship, you hadn’t intended to enjoy his bites as much as you do, but after years and years of them, the pain hardly registers now. All you feel is close– So very close to the man you would gladly give your lifeblood to.

He draws a gulp, and you feel the blood course through you, into him.

Another drink, and heat builds in you as you feel his cock grow harder in your hand, his veins more prominent.

A third long pull of your blood, and you feel his fingers quicken at your aching arousal.

You jerk into his hand in reaction, trying to seek an outlet for your pleasure. Your mouth emits a whimper– you hadn’t been comfortable whimpering with Astarion at first, but after he drew one out of you, he couldn’t get enough.

He still can’t, and you feel his lips curl into a smile at your neck, his fingers move with more urgency.

All the while you continue stroking his length, fingers sloppy in your own hazy state. It doesn’t seem like you need your usual dexterity though, because Astarion is practically writhing with newfound reactivity. Drinking blood always leaves him especially sensitive.

One last shaky swallow and he removes his fangs from your neck. But not his mouth. His tongue begins lavishing your puncture wound furiously as he struggles to hold back his approaching peak.

With the way he haphazardly tilts his hips into you, it’s all too evident to you that he’s reaching his limit. He’s not afraid to tell you so either.

"My sweet," he all but moans into your ear. "I–I can't last much longer. May I?"

You know what he means, and you honestly can’t last much longer either– you’re positively light-headed from a mixture of bliss and blood loss. So you stop your movements, nod your addled head at him.

He removes his hands from your core and neck, reaching out to your legs. Pulling them out and apart, he shuffles behind you, moving impatiently.

Realizing he can’t do this alone, he gestures, motioning for you to put your legs up.

Still a bit dizzy, you carefully place each leg on either side of the tub’s edges, hooking yourself in place by the ankles. It feels a precarious balance, but you can hardly care when you’re this eager to have Astarion inside you.

Astarion seems just as eager, rubbing his length against your ass hungrily as you get into position.

Perched and ready for him, the man is quick to help once more– his hands grip your asscheeks and lift in a swift movement. You’re particularly buoyant in the water, and you rise higher than either of you had expected. Your hand instinctively reaches out, gripping the edge of the tub to brace yourself, and you hear Astarion give a deep chuckle from behind you.

Holding back your own almost giddy excitement, you try to compose yourself for him. Angling your hips up, you’re almost floating on the water for a moment as Astarion lines the tip of his cock with your entrance.

However, you’re instinctively clenching a second later when a pair of your lover’s fingers tease at your opening. You barely avoid clamping your legs back together at the sensation. 

Recovering from the tickling probe, you look back to see a lust-drunk fanged smile, lips smeared with red. "Astarion, please,” you mutter. “I can't balance like this all day."

"Come darling, I know you’re quite talented," he taunts, easily gliding his fingers back in, curling until you truly do begin to lose balance.

"Astarion," you breathe out, clutching the side of the tub even harder to stay afloat.

Then his fingers slip back out, replaced a moment later by the head of his cock. “No need to worry, I have a seat for you right here.”

His palms cup your backside, his fingers squeeze, as you lower your hips back down, taking in his entire, slick length effortlessly in the water.

“Now isn’t that better?” he asks, grabbing your hips with one hand, the other finding yours on the side of the tub for support.

“Mmm,” is all that you manage, as you adjust to the sudden fullness. You haven’t lain with anyone else in so long, it’s hard to remember a cock other than his. Still, you can’t help but feel like he settles in you just right. Especially when you both slot together neatly, you taking him to the hilt.

Astarion drops another kiss on your back. “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you mumble. Now that you’re securely held in place by Astarion’s hips flush to yours, your legs hanging off the tub’s edges, you place your second hand back at your aching arousal. You begin to stroke yourself back into the same fervor Astarion had you in moments ago.

After a small, deliberate thrust of his hips, testing how you rise and fall in the water, Astarion starts moving against you. It’s slow at first, the water rippling out from you both in small waves. Then his hips rock back, only to drive back into you with sloshing force. 

“A–ahh!” Sweet hells, he knows exactly how to hit your most sensitive spot. You had already been so heated, but now, with your lover’s full, hardened length pressing into you? You feel dizzy with pleasure.

Years of lovemaking, and you’re still in awe of how well he knows your body. It’s more than his previous experiences culminating in some kind of skillful paramour. No, this was built through time, trial, error, effort.

So as this gorgeous man you call love bounces you up and down in his lap, you feel yourself coming undone. Your breaths come ragged as you ride his cock, water spilling out of the tub with each and every buck. Your fingers clench the tub, barely holding on as you feel your pleasure coil tighter and tighter.

Astarion places kiss after kiss down your back, and you hear him murmuring, "Gods you're perfect." A harder kiss. "You feel so good." Another thrust. "Each." A nip at your skin. "And every." A thrust. "Time." Another kiss. "I–I love you."

For your part, you’re finding entire sentences difficult. With the feel of him throbbing inside you, the way his lips feel along your back, each roll of his hips, you're truly only capable of a few phrases. "Astarion." A splashing bounce. "I love you–" A loll back of your head. "Oh hells–" A dip of your hips. "I love you too."

When your peak finally runs through you like a shockwave, when you clench around him in ecstasy, those very same words are still on your lips. "I l–love you."

He moans at the sudden tightness, the muscles that now hold him deep within you. "Darling," he breathes. "Oh love. I can't–"

Astarion means to say that he can't hold on much longer. He'd already been so close, holding back only to keep your pleasure going. So you reach down to his fingers on your hip, as best as you can while still hanging on for dear life, and squeeze his hand. A wordless affirmation, a plea to join you, as he always has.

And it’s that silent communication that has his fingers lacing through yours, his neck craning back, his hips stuttering.

When he comes, there's no pretense or performance. There hasn't been for many years. So when you look back at his face in a hazy fuzz of emotion, the expression you see is utterly unbridled.

It's a look of sheer pleasure– his perfectly pale skin flushed a light rosy color, his usually impeccable hair stuck to his face in a mixture of sweat and water. His eyes are shut, his mouth agape as he spills into you.

So enraptured are you by the mundane beauty of his climax, that you’ve strained too far from your precariously balanced position. Your foot unhooks from the tub’s slippery edge and you fall onto Astarion’s lap with a large splash as he finishes. You’re both left panting and wet in the wake of both your and the tub’s peaks.

Water drips down your face, all of the soap bottles have been knocked from the edge of the tub. The high you’d felt just moments ago feels doused in the stark reality of making love in a bathtub. 

However, when you feel Astarion’s breathy laughter on your back, feel his softening cock twitch with his last few thrusts, you know he’s still in fine spirits.

You stay together for a few moments as you both collect yourselves. Water is wiped from eyes, your second leg comes back into the tub, and several deep breaths are had. Once you’re relatively sorted, Astarion pulls himself out of you with a long, happy sigh.

The man falls back from you, sitting against the end of the tub in a tired flop. Then he’s patting the water in front of him, motioning you to join him in some post-coital cuddles.

You don’t need much more of an invitation.

Floating through the now much lower water, you stop just in front of him. Movements relaxed, you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, and scoot into his waiting embrace.

"So," you start, looking at the wasteland of water and strewn soap bottles around the tub. "Looks like we made a mess."

"I told you we would," he says, closing his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

"I know," you say, leaning into him comfortably. Your body is truly exhausted now, but your mind is a buzz of joy. "It was worth it though."

He laughs into your shoulder, squeezes you tighter. "Feeling better, I take it?"

"Gods yes," you say, tilting your head into his silver hair. "Thank you."

"Oh my sweet, it was my utmost pleasure," he replies, and you can feel his smile on your skin.

You both lean back, grinning at each other like fools. The smiles stay, even when your lips meet in a soft, wet kiss.

You will need to clean the room, the tub, likely your bodies once again– but all you can truly feel right now is content. Enjoying Astarion’s gentle fingers as they trace a pattern onto your skin, the warm water all around you, you very nearly forget that today was merely a day like any other.

The thousandth time you made love to Astarion, it was messy and wet and silly– somehow, it was sweet, caring, and loving all the same.

The thousandth time you made love to Astarion, you didn't know it was the thousandth time.

Just as you hadn't known your tenth thousand kiss, nor your hundred thousandth 'I love you.' Were anyone to ask you about them, you might not even remember the days or events surrounding any of them.

What you do know is that each individual moment holds no less importance, that the affection shared between you doesn’t diminish with each recurrence.

You’re unable to quantify your love, nor would you want to. All you really want is Astarion– his soft lips, tender hands, and whispered words of love– until your dying breath.

[signedkoko]

Hi hi!

How would Striker, Bee, and poly Stolitz (romantic) react to their chubby s/o being very physically strong and working out a lot?

No pressure to write this, and If you don't write for this many characters, you can choose who to focus on!

Sending lots of love your way 💚💛💙

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Beelzebub | Blitzo & Stolas | Striker [Romantic]

In which you are considerably physically stronger than them, and work out plenty to match.

Naturally, all of the sins are extremely strong in comparison to any overlord or sinner

Even so, you were surprisingly up there, without her magic Beelzebub couldn't begin to carry half the weight you did, and usually had to resort to her larger form- or just asking for your help

It's part of why she found you so attractive, it felt like in some way you could protect her more than anyone she knew

A lot of the people around her were already small, so it was also nice that you compared to her in size, though she found you to be much more curvaceous than her own lanky figure

" Ugh. I'd kill for hips like these, babe. "

She loves to feel you up and down and hold you close because god, you are just sooo comfortable

And when you flex your muscles it drives her crazy! She thinks you're the hottest person she's ever met

She also may be partially to blame for your chubbiness, because she never stops feeding you sweets, oops!

Both of these fools are physically WEAK, however strong they might be with guns or magic

They recall their first encounter with you was when someone was making fun of Stolas for dating an imp, and you totally rocked their shit with a punch straight to the face

Blitzo is already on you, asking so many questions about who you were, why you did that, making jokes

And Stolas has a faint blush because god, that was so attractive

They kept inviting you over until eventually you were closer than most- present on every date, called by the same sweet nicknames

Stolas likes to go with you when you work out, he especially loves to see you boxing

Being able to cheer you on against an opponent, or imagine you protecting him- oh it was just so exciting

Blitzo enjoys walking around hell with you because he gets to see everyone fuck off

Scary dog privileges

Stolas is always squishing your cheeks and hugging you tightly while speaking of all his fantasies involving you both

Blitzo is sneaking pictures of you after workouts for his office

Stronger? Than him? Sure thing

Striker first heard it at a place he frequented for drinks, that there was a guard for hire poster put up on their bulletin, someone new

When he hired you to see what'd happen, you sweeped the floor of some royals security team in minutes, and all he had to do was pull the trigger

Admittedly, he didn't feel the need to work with you more than that, as he enjoyed the hunt as much as the kill

But it was certainly fun seeing what someone else pulled

He’s straightforward about that, but also admits that he'd like to keep in touch

OBVIOUSLY so he can hire you on tougher missions, not because he thought you were interesting or fun

Suddenly, he's always popping up in the places you go, always offering you a drink, always getting tipsy enough to invite you to dance

Oh yeah, he certainly wants you

Fortunately for him, you're his lovely significant other only a few weeks later

He enjoys practising sparing with you, though he usually loses with just strength to strength, hsi wits certainly make him a tougher opponent

Striker find your resolve fiery, and something about you ignites something in him that leaves him wanting more

Author's Note - Actually love these guys sm... good crew you chose bear non I respect it!

Also I CATCH all the love you sent my way and EAT IT 🖤

[lightlycareless]

I was on Twitter/X and saw someone mention why Naoya is popular among Japanese fans and a big reason apparently is that he speaks in a cutesy dialect that’s only used by girls. And that it’s the kind of way of speaking where girls can insult you and it’s hard to be offended. And now I can only imagine Y/N reacting to this grown man insulting her in this cute dialect 🤭

Heya anon!!!

Yessssss! I quite recently saw a Tiktok talking about that and thought it was really unexpected, but cute at the same time? Ironic for sure too… guess it explains how he got so popular since even the author has called him a total jerk 😂

Unfortunately, I don’t know much about Kansai dialect, nor think there’s an equivalent to it in English, so I’m guiding myself with how it was translated in the manga, and perhaps my delusions too 😏 in order to write the following.

warnings: none.

The first time you notice his peculiar way of speaking would be when you met him many, many years ago, in jujutsu high. Everything about him was highly enthralling, from his appearance to his background, but when he opened his mouth…

Your curiosity ramped up to even higher levels, longing to know everything about him, as well as see the extent of his “cutesy” talk.

And boy, does it not disappoint.

It would happen unexpectedly one day. Let’s say that after a bunch boring classes you eventually grew very hungry and tired. So, after deciding you were long overdue for a break (and because you hadn’t prepared anything beforehand) you head over to the cafeteria to get something to eat and rest.

… a big mistake, because soon after you finish eating, you begin to feel sick, stomach twisting and churning, to the point you don’t think yourself capable of continuing with the rest of your classes.

Naoya is amongst the few that (vividly) notices your extended absence, and while he will never admit it out loud, he was worried that something bad happened to you, thus, he roamed across the school grounds in hopes of finding you.

When he does, you’re sitting by one of the benches, tightly holding onto your stomach as you debate whether to die there or die on the way to the infirmary.

“What’s wrong with you?” Naoya bluntly asks.

“I…. I think I ate something spoiled.” You whimper, barely able to look him in the eye.

“Does your tummy hurt or something?”

“Yes, it’s awful, it’s like I’m being—my what?” you blink—did you hear that right?

“Your tummy.” He repeats, oblivious to your reaction, far more preoccupied with your health. “Does it hurt?”

“My… tummy…?” A smile begins to part your lips, and suddenly, your pain is all but forgotten. “Did you say tummy??”

“I… I did….?” Naoya says, flustered and unsure whether this is something good or not to admit.

He soon finds the answer.

“How adorable!!” you gush, and by now, Naoya is red as a tomato—because he clearly doesn’t want to be seen as adorable by his crush!

“I said stomach!! I meant to say stomach!!” He rushes to defend himself, but it’s too late now, he’s already admitted to the crime.

“Noooo, you said tummy!!” you continue to jest. “My thummy wurts vewy, vewy, bad Naoya-kun…”

“Ugh, you can die out here for all I care…”

“No, wait Naoya!” you gasp, quickly standing up and reaching for me. “Can you at least accompany me to the infirmary? I’ll forget about this, I swear!”

Of course, you don’t let this go so easily, in fact, when the two start dating you continue teasing him about it—but you just couldn’t help it!! It just comes to him so naturally, you had to bring it up anytime you could, you know?

“Why are you upset? Did daddy get mad at you again?” you ask.

“Yes! That old man can’t keep himself out of my—wait, no—don’t call him daddy!” Naoya stammers, you giggle. He’s not ignorant to the times he’s condescendingly referred to Naobito with a that “nickname”, yet it didn’t mean he’d like to hear you calling him that as well!

“Why? Do you prefer I’d call you daddy?”

His breath hitches, something igniting inside him.

“…Not here.”

“Ok” you smile. “I won’t call you daddy, then, daddy. Wouldn’t want you to get angry at me.”

“… keep instigating me, princess, and I won’t reward you later tonight.”

I think the more you delve into this aspect of his, the more you find it adorable, to the point where you find his words a bit less serious; however, you’d eventually grow accustomed to it, and maybe even adopted some mannerisms of your own 🤭

I know you were referring to Naoya insulting Y/N but honestly I have no idea how it would be... I'm as dry as dry can get when it comes to it :'( but I still hope you were able to enjoy this small scenario! Gotta say, watching him say daddy in the manga was unexpected, but got me thinking what other things he'd say in that way, you know?

ironically, I think he might be the best when talking to children because of that—when he's not being his tsundere/rude self.

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I can't wait to hear how his voice sounds when it's finally animated, I hope they're able to keep his dialect and see what the fuss is all about 🤭😂

Take care, and hope to see you soon!! ❤️❤️

[pablitogavii]

i need a gavi imagine. You guys are kind of swimming together and he looks at you in a bikini the whole time he gets a boner and wants the reader's attention but she decides to tease and ignore him. He is horny all day and he presses his cock to her butt but she ignores him and goes to pedri. 2 hours later he goes into the bathroom and masturbates but the reader bursts in at the moment he cums. reader just smiles and leaves. at night the reader feels gavi bucking his leg and sucking her breasts. then both have you know what.

thanks

I'll change it up a little bit but hope you still like it :)

It was finally a weekend off for the Barça players, and you all made plans to go to the beach together, all the players and their girlfriends.

You and Pablo are the youngest relationship (plus youngest people) so it was a little nerve wrecking to meet all the girlfriends for you.

First challenge was choosing the right bikini...you had so many but none of them suddenly looked good enough. Ugh! You knew how much Pablo loved to see you in red, so you chose one of the newest red bikini you received in a PR package.

"Are you ready amor?" Pablo called as you put on a white cover up dress and grabbed your beach bag joining him downstairs in the kitchen.

"Yes, I am. You packed the snacks and drinks?" you ask but he was too busy looking at your body to reply until you walked up to him and raised his chin up to face you.

"Yeah..all the drinks are in the cooler. And snacks are here. I added extra ice too" Pablo finally replied and you gave him a mischievous smirk wondering how he will react when he sees the bikini if he was getting so distracted with your dress...

Pedri and his girlfriend picked you two up and you drove to the nearby beach where you met with the others. Everyone was there enjoying some relaxing time while chatting and joking around.

"I wanna go swimming! It's freaking hot here!" Ansu said after barely fifteen minutes and all the boys immediately agreed having too much energy to sit in one place.

You girls on the other hand were drinking your cocktails and chatting so you decided to join a little later. You got up to take off your dress because it was truly too hot to sit in it and you wanted to get a tan while you were there.

Pablo was taking off his shirt getting ready to join the boys when he saw the res bikini hugging your body so perfectly that his knees got weak at the sight of you.

"Put some sunscreen on your face, amor" you remind him smirking when you saw that he was checking your out from head to toe. You purposefully bended down to get the sunscreen from your bag giving him a perfect view of your ass. Boy was enjoying himself adjusting his shorts as you got back up.

"Here you go.." you tease noticing his growing bulge and he took the cream but grabbing your wrist as well pulling you in to whisper something in your ear.

"Tu bikini me está volviendo loco, amor.' [Your bikini is driving me crazy, love] he whispered into your ear and you moved away only pecking his lips when he wanted a long make-out session instead so he groaned in frustration.

"GO play with the boys, amor..I'll see you later ;)" you wink at him and he clenched his jaw walking away but still turning to catch one las glance of you before getting into the ocean.

"Your bikini is gorgeous girl!" Ansu's girlfriend complimented and you smiled sitting down besides her grabbing your drink and joining the conversation.

Pablo certainly thinks so...you thought to yourself mischievously thinking to yourself how much you want to tease your boyfriend today.

After about half an hour, you girls got hot too so you decided to join the boys in the water. As you walked towards the ocean, Pablo was quick to notice and open his arms inviting your to swim to him which you gladly did.

The cold water on your hot skin felt heavenly, and when you finally arrived to Pablo, his arms gripped your thighs and snaked them around his waist so he can hold you against himself.

"Hi Pablito..did you miss me?" you smirk feeling his boner against yourself wiggling a little and causing his hands to grip your ass as his lips found your neck. He could care less that you were in public and that all his friends were around..he wanted you so bad since he saw that bikini!

"Behave..we are not alone" you remind him but he still keeps sucking on your neck until you finally pull away from him completely receiving a frustrated groan. The rest of the crew joined and you were joking around once again talking about anything that came to mind.

Pablo on the other hand was very quiet which was unusual to everyone but you knew the reason behind it the moment his hands snaked your torso and he rubbed his bulge against your bum in the water making sure nobody else can notice it.

"Alright, Imma go tan" you say suddenly and Pablo pouted as you swam away deciding to join you knowing that you can finally be alone for a moment.

You were laying on your stomach your bum in the air tanning your back when a cold hand rested on your cheek making you quickly turn to ensure it was indeed Pablo. When you saw his smirking face you smiled putting your face back down while he kept massaging your ass shamelessly.

"Amor?" he breaks the silence feeling so horny that he could nut in a seconds if you touch him.

"Hm?" you say waiting to hear more of his boyish whining that amused you right now.

"It's boring here...maybe we should go home and do something else?" he suggested and you knew really well why he so desperately wanted to go home all of the sudden. A simple glance to his swim trunks gave you a sufficient answer...he was painfully hard now.

"What else would you wanna do amor?" you play dumb knowing pretty well what he wanted right now but enjoyed teasing him too much to stop.

"You...come on..I'm so horny as fuck

right now" he laid next to you moving his fingers downy our back to your bum while whispering in your ear and you smirked widely.

"You need to learn how to control yourself Pablito...don't be so impatient" you say turning around with that infamous smirk on your lips and he could tell you were enjoying this little torture he's going through right now.

Before he could kiss you and convince you otherwise, one of the girlfriends came back so he excused himself to the bathroom not really interested for anyone but you to see his boner.

"What's up with footballers, are they always horny?" you joke and the girl laughs nodding her head while drying her hair with a towel.

"Yes they are! It's crazy! It'll just get worse, you wait" she said and you rolled your eyes smirking a little to yourself curious to what Pablo was doing in the bathroom for so long...you knew the answer.

"What will get worse?" Ferran joined and she smirked telling him as well and he kissed the back on her neck which was a signal for me to leave and go look for Pablo.

You heard low groans coming from one of the cabins and you could recognize those from a mile away. You carefully snuck inside waiting a few seconds before entering seeing his shocked face with his hard cock between his hand and your dress against his nose.

You smirked coming closer seeing his load spill onto his hand before leaning down and capturing your lips...even when he wasn't with you, he still used your smell to get him off..he was special for sure.

"I'm glad you feel better amor.." you kissed him while "accidentally" brushing your breast against his exposed cock which made the whole thing useless and he was hard once again as you left with a wink.

This is going to be a long day for poor Pablito..

At night, when you finally got back home from the beach, taking your showers and unpacking the bags, you laid in bed together and you noticed Pablo fidgeting next to you.

You expected him to kiss you or so something but when he didn't you smirked turning your back to him and whispered a quick "goodnight". Pablo couldn't sleep, especially with a painful hard on in his boxers, so he just sat there for a few minutes hoping it would disappear but ofc it didn't.

He then laid back down moving closer to you and rubbing his bulge on your ass while his hand went underneath his t-shirt you wore to bed and started massaging your breast causing light moans to escape your mouth.

"Amooor...I've been patient..but I really need you to help me out right now.." he whispered and you started to grind your ass against his cock in a response before turning around in his hold facing his lustful eyes.

You kissed his lips and he deepened the kiss letting his tongue explore your mouth before you pushed him to lay on his back and got up on your elbow.

"Lay back and enjoy amor.." you said seductively to his smirking face before kissing from his lips to his neck, down his naked chest and taking off his briefs before giving him the release he desperately needed. ;))

Hope you liked!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Matt x Fem!Reader she’s an ex-black widow, they’re on their first date after admitting they have feelings for each other and she’s freaking out because she’s never been on a date or in a relationship and has never been in love until she met Matt. He can tell she’s nervous and scared so he keeps reassuring her and they have their first kiss at end.🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

hii!! I love this sm omg, so cute ugh! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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worth the wait

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 897

kinda imagined the location for matt and karens date, now just realised after writing that ^^ i unintentionally kinda copied a bit of the storyline (fuck?!😀)

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

As an ex-black widow, you've never had many opportunities to be human. Since the destruction of the Red Room all those years ago, you've been on a personal quest for happiness. And happiness's name just so happened to be called Matthew Murdock.

You haven't long professed your shared feelings, so things were still very new and terrifying. 

Matt's a great guy; that's not the issue. It was you. 

Since you've been a widow your whole life, you never got to experience things you should have. You've never been on an actual date or even dated someone, for that matter. 

You've never received spontaneous flowers or an 'I miss you' text that wakes you in the middle of the night. You've never had one of those cutesy dates you've always dreamed of- the kind you see in the movies, where you walk hand in hand down the beach at night. You've had no more than a few unrequited encounters, so things with Matt were a big deal to you. 

It was daunting to date someone as special as him, and you were scared of blowing it.

"Where'd you go?" Matt asks from opposite you, slipping his hand into yours above the table.

"Nowhere," you smile, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

"Mhm, okay," he grins, his eyes playfully squinting. He could tell something was bothering you and playing on your mind, but he didn't want to press the matter- not yet, anyway. "You're doing great," Matt reassures, squeezing your hand as if to comfort you.

He knew you were new to the dating game, so he didn't want to rush or overwhelm you. He wanted to take his time with you. To allow time for you to adjust, to get used to it. He wanted to show you your worth and how you're supposed to be treated by someone, despite your troubled past. 

You knew all about Matt's upbringing, as he did yours. You knew these somewhat violent and graphic details about each other, and in some weird miracle, it didn't make the other want to run for hills. 

"I feel like I'm messing this up," you chuckle, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"No," he shakes his head. "Absolutely not. You're doing great."

"I dunno,"

"You are sweetheart, trust me," he nods assuringly, playing with your fingers clasped around his.

As this was your first date with Matt, you were a big bundle of nerves and butterflies. It wasn't the company that scared you. It was because you were in such a fancy restaurant and constantly worried about saying the wrong thing.

"Hey, here's an idea," he starts, a soft smile lining his lips. "Let's go somewhere else."

"Why? What do you mean?" you ask, head cocking to the side.

He picks up your hand and brings it to his lips, pecking a kiss on the back of it. "I can tell this place is making you uneasy— and I don't want that," Matt shakes his head as if he's emphasising his point. "We can go someplace else, anywhere else."

"But we just got here— and you got the reservation and everything. I don't wanna be—"

"Not at all," he interrupts, smiling sweetly. "I think I'd prefer Thai food anyway."

You knew he only said that to avoid hurting your feelings, but it's a special gesture and one that didn't go unnoticed.

On the way back, you and Matt stopped by his favourite local Thai restaurant. As it was a much more casual setting, you felt like you could finally relax and enjoy your date with him. And you did.

...

After an hour or two of chatting and sharing dishes, Matt walked you back to yours. Your arm wrapped around his as you continue your juvenile conversation from earlier, heartily laughing as you make your way down the late-night street.

"This is me— that was stupid," you chuckle, shaking your head. "That's what they say in movies— it's— it's dumb."

"No, I thought it was cute," he smiles, slowly spinning you around to face him. "It was cute," he says again, reassuring you of self-deprecation.

Matt takes a small step towards you, slipping one hand to cup your cheek. "I had a good night," he grins, speaking inches away from you.

"I did, too," you smile, placing your hand over his, holding him to your face.

"I want to take you out again sometime, maybe friday?"

"I'd like that," you murmur, your eyes darting down at his lips. 

He says something incoherent before guiding your face to his, brushing over your lips. He kisses you soft and tender, sweet and loving. A grace of compassion you've never had before. He snakes his spare hand to your waist, holding you to him as he lightly works over your lips. 

He breaks the kiss first and rests his forehead against yours, soaking in the memory as he embraces your comforting aura. He kisses your cheek one last time before stepping back, opening your front door. 

"I'll stop by tomorrow during my lunch break," he grins, taking your hand and guiding you into your house. 

"I'll make us sandwiches," you smile back.

He slips his hand from yours, kissing it one last time. 

"Text me when you get home?" 

"I will, sweetheart. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight." You beam, locking the door with an excited squeal.

Maybe Matt was worth the wait. 

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[icallhimjoey]

In 120 Hours

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work as a temp and are offered a very exclusive interview for a very exclusive job. You see, someone needs a personal assistant for a very eventful week, and you happen to be the perfect fit.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, mentions of drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: I have no idea what being a personal assistant entails, or what London Film Festival is actually like, but we can all pretend that this is accurate shit, right? Enjoy!

Wordcount: 3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Have you got any–”

You were already holding a hand out to him. Joe saw, grinned, opened his hand to receive a piece of gum from you and looked out the car window, hand on the door handle but not quite stepping out just yet.

Then he turned in his seat, back towards you a bit, but stared into the space in front of him.

“I’m not sure how I...” Joe trailed off, then looked at you, not finishing his sentence, but hoping that his eyes would do the talking for him.

“Could thank me? Have ever managed to function without me? Will go on living your life without me?” they were all jokes, and you were smiling, but Joe just nodded and went, “Yea,” with a crazed sort of look in his eyes. “Exactly all of those things.”

Joe stalled, looked at you, until you nudged him with a knee.

“Go on, the people are waiting,” Not just the people you could see from the car, but you imagined also all the important people, actors and actresses alike, in the cars queueing up behind you.

“Come with me,” Joe suddenly said.

“I will, I’ll see you right after the–”

“No, come with. Let’s do the whole thing together,”

You hesitated. This wasn’t in the job description. Lots of things hadn’t been, sure, but those things had been, you know, not quite so out in the open. Not like red carpets were, anyway.

“I think we’ve been spotted together enough as it is, I don’t want you to-”

“I kind of don’t want to get out without you.”

And you frowned, but only slightly, because there was that smile again. Fuck, that smile had gotten you into enough trouble as it was, and Joe fucking knew it too.

You checked the time. There was over twelve hours left still, technically speaking. That was over ten per cent of the entire job – quite a few too many hours to screw everything up and risk not getting paid. You had said you were reliable. Professional. You couldn’t, really...

“Please?” Joe opened a hand, presenting you with his palm.

But, ugh.

Fuck it. Why not?

You grabbed Joe’s hand and silently wondered if this was breaching the NDA you’d signed. Maybe not. You knew exactly who it was going to piss off though...

Stepping out of the car with Joe, you were met with girlish screams of adoration. Well, Joe was met with girlish screams of adoration. Then cameras flashed brightly, blinding you almost instantly, and you thought back to how precisely one hundred and six and half hours earlier, you would’ve never envisioned that this is where you’d end up.

Doing a red carpet with Joe.

In a slutty dress. With slutty high heels on. Without the engagement ring on.

Not even a full five days had passed...

Not even a full six days had passed, since you’d phoned your friend and she had told you about the vacancy. The whole thing felt like a vague fever dream now, like it had happened years ago.

“Please tell me you have nothing going at the moment,”

It was a weird way for your friend to answer her phone when you called to ask her if she had time to go for drinks that week. Because, consequently, you had all the time for all the drinks, you see, because you had absolutely nothing going at the moment.

No professional things. No personal things. Zero job. Zero fiancé – you really had to remove that ring, but you couldn’t yet. It used to belong to your grandmother before, after all, so it kind of felt like if you just wore it on another finger, it’d be fine.

Still adjusting to life as a single woman - with big bills that belonged to single women - working as a temp and having a best friend work at a temp agency, the two of you seemed a match made in platonic heaven. She always kept all the good stuff back for you, called you on her breaks to slip you information she definitely wasn’t meant to be giving you, so you could officially apply for the right jobs at the right times and use the right words to actually be invited to the interviews. It was perfect.

Sometimes, the good stuff would be going through PowerPoint presentations in stuffy conference rooms in deeply exotic places, like Belgium. Or you’d manage an entire office for two weeks, a holiday-cover that would start Christmas eve and left you in charge of a lot of empty desks because, didn’t everyone take time off around Christmas and New Year’s?

But then, other times, the good stuff was actual good stuff and had you help run huge music festivals, unexpectedly brushing shoulders with the likes of The Wombats and Liam fucking Gallagher backstage wearing knee high wellies, covered in mud.

“Oh my God, what have you got?”

No dillydallying. As a temp, there was never time. All jobs came fast, and all jobs went fast.

“It just came in, this phone call is unbelievable timing because I’m allowed to recruit for fucking once, finally, and you’d be so perfect for it!”

She had said that too when you’d been hauled off to dog-sit a poodle for some CEO of a company you had never heard of for two months, so you held off on the jumpy excitement your friend seemed to be exuding down the phone.

“It’s very short term and the money is amazing – I need a personal assistant for a high-profile client.”

“How short term, how much money, how high-profile?”

Like you said, no dillydallying.

“We’re talking not even a full week, just five days, all expenses covered and the salary’s generous. Very generous. And the money isn’t even the best part.”

Temping meant everything was short term, but this was the shortest a possible job had ever lasted you.

“Okay,” you said, knowing things were always too good to be true. There had to be a catch.

“If this is for a tory politician, or like, actual royalty, I’m out,” you warned, earning a huffed laugh from your friend.

“Don’t let this put you off, but there’s nothing else I’m allowed to tell you. You’ll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement before I can even send the job description over, and I’ll need you down in London for the interview as soon as possible, like, today? Could you do today?”

Oh, she was serious serious.

Okay, so... what was five days, really? If it was shit, it’d be over quick enough. You could really use the money too if it really was as good as your friend was making it out to be. And maybe you’d meet Meghan Markle, you know, if it was actually going to be royalty.

“Are we... are we talking like, Hugh Grant or whatever? Adele, maybe?”

Your friend laughed heartily.

“I can’t tell you anything else until you sign the NDA, but, I’m being so honest with you right now, you’re not going to want to pass this one up.”

And so, you’d given her the go ahead. Sure. Try get me in for an interview, why the fuck not? She said she’d make a call, get your CV into the right hands, and would call you back in a minute. When she did, not all but 11 minutes later, she’d already e-mailed you the NDA to sign. The interview wasn’t that day, but the day after – still too soon, but ok – and if successful, you’d start immediately too.

“Don’t worry, I think the interview’s just a formality – they love your CV, and from the sounds of it, they’re desperate. You’re a shoo-in. Get that NDA back to me and I’ll send you everything you need to know.”

She ended the call letting you know to reach out to her if you had any problems, and you said you would, knowing very well that you wouldn’t. You didn’t have problems. It was part of your charm. You carried solutions. You were dependable, reliable, one hundred percent guaranteed to make everyone’s life easier.

The only person you ever made things difficult for, was yourself. The proof of it was around your ring finger – on the wrong hand now, but still there.

From the names mentioned in the e-mail, which you’d immediately googled, you became none the wiser. They really kept you in the dark about who you were going to be working for, and the job requirements list was a lot. But you were good at job interviews. You knew the right things to say, the right energy to exude, the times to smile, the times to frown in serious thought – you could sell yourself better than you could sell anything else.

And you were competitive to a fault. No matter how arrogant of a celebrity was going to need someone handling their business for five days; you were going to get that job, and you were going to excel at it. Watch me, you thought, as you packed a carry-on with enough underwear to last you five days in case you were right. And if you were wrong, you could just spend money you didn’t have and maybe stay in London for a few days anyway. Visit old friends and old familiar places, because you kind of missed the place if you were being honest.

The next day your train had been late, and the tube had been packed, and you’d almost been run over three times, but you didn’t care. London was gritty and grimy and perfect. The London-shaped hole in your heart could really only be filled with the smell of searing, hot dust that lingered underground and became thicker and more prominent the deeper down escalators would take you.

You aced the interview. Of course you did.

Every question you were asked felt like they were trying to find reasons to not give you the job. They were all questions about what you thought about certain things, what your opinions would be about certain situations, what you really wanted, and you’d rudely interrupted. You’d said that none of it mattered, did it? It didn’t matter what you thought about anything, what your opinions were or what you really wanted in any situation – what mattered was that you would do your job. What mattered is whatever the client wanted.

They’d congratulated you. Said you got the job. And then, right on cue, the door had opened behind you.

“Joe, come in, meet your new PA who’s going to be with you for the rest of the London Film Festival.”

Joe mother fucking Quinn walked in, smiling, looking at you, like you were an actual person that people could actually perceive.

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

It was only a brief introduction before Joe was off again, called out of the room by someone else, and he said he'd see you later. Smiled again, and God, it was the kind of smile that could defrost the coldest of hearts. Joe's expression was objectively neutral, this was just his face, but his eyes exuded kindness in its purest form. Almost dreamily so.

You cleared your throat as the door shut behind him. All right. Back to business.  

You were talked through the things you had already read the day before; the things you'd received in your e-mail. Things that didn't really need further explaining, but you listened politely anyway. You got a long explanation of how NDAs worked and it was almost laughable. Yes, they'd sue you if you broke it. You got it. But they were very adamant, needed to make sure that you really did in fact get it. Having to drag you to court wouldn't just be an awful thing for you personally, they also didn't want to do it because it was a lot of work on their end which they didn't have the time for.

Noted.

"All right. Get your things and meet us downstairs, your car is waiting."  

"Car? Where are we going?" 

"We're not going anywhere. You are. The itinerary, his full schedule, you'll find it all in your e-mail."  

And when you looked at your phone screen, you saw you'd just received it, mere seconds earlier. Man, these people ran a tight ship. 

Opening your e-mail in the car, you were greeted by a digital calendar that had all of Joe's days planned out, down to the literal minute. You could see past the five days that you would be working for Joe too, and although less busy, Joe had things happening nearly every day for at least the upcoming three months it seemed.  

"Wow,"  

This was... a lot.

It had everything on there. Wake-up calls, car pick-ups, lunch time, phone calls, coffee breaks, fittings... 

There were several film screenings scheduled every day, obviously, that was how film festivals worked, and you wouldn't get to go to any of them. You weren't hired to sit and watch films with Joe, unfortunately. You were hired to haul Joe from one place to the next. Accompany him. Get him coffees. Check for schedule changes, because, “Everything is always up for change, so you better keep an eye out!”. Things could be delayed, or be postponed, or switched around – times, or locations – and it'd be up to you to sort things out. Make it all run smoothly. It was your job to make sure Joe would get to the places he needed to be on time.  

"And he needs close eyes on him, because he tends to wander. Keep him company. He's used to having someone with him. A family member, a friend, but none were available for this. So, now he'll have you."   

So... you were a luxurious babysitter, if you really thought about it.  

"What other things are important? Anything that’s not been mentioned yet that needs special attention?" you had asked, and were met with a fast answer. 

"Networking."   

This whole week was all about Joe being seen and being spoken to by industry giants. Joe was invited to see many films, just about all of them, but it wasn't necessary for him to actually watch all of them. As long as he went to meet the directors, he'd be solid. 

There were other obligations too. Besides the screenings there were screen talks, in depth-interviews, panels, debates, workshops, partner events (Joe wouldn't be going to those, no worries) and networking events (Joe had to absolutely be going to those, worry a lot). The industry happy hours were where it all happened, you'd been told several times. 

Then, on Monday, day four, there was Joe's film screening - not his film, but the one he starred in. That showcased him. It'd be followed up by a Q&A, and then of course, happy hour after.  

To make things even easier, more simple, not at all hectic or stressful: Joe also had studio photoshoots, two of them, and phone interviews to accompany the shoots. They were scheduled, slotted tightly in between all the in-person events and to be honest, it all seemed a bit much. Too much. No wonder they hired a PA for the week. This was overwhelming to say the least. 

Your duties would end after the most important day. The awards ceremony. Film Festivals were a competition, and there were awards up for grabs. You'd need to make sure that after five extremely busy days, Joe would make it to the ceremony in one piece, in the right outfit, and at the right time, because people had already been talking, and Joe was meant to give a little speech up on stage if his film was to win.

"Remind him of that. Maybe help him with the writing, too?"  

Sure. Why not?  

"And there'll be two boxes delivered, not huge ones, it'll only be about 5000 copies, but they all need signing,"  

Delivered where? Copies of what? 

"Copies?" you asked, deadly afraid of sounding stupid. 

"Photographs."  

Oh. Alright. Of course. Yes. Fine. 

In the backseat of a car, on your way to wherever they were taking you - they hadn't been clear at all - you saw that the signing of the photographs hadn't been added into Joe's schedule yet. You put down a few options and would check with Joe later until what time he minded working before you'd set it in stone. First task done. Your job had officially started. 

Five days. One hundred and twenty hours of this. You checked the time. One hundred and eighteen still to go, technically, but, who was counting?

The car stopped and you heard the ratcheting of the handbrake being pulled by the driver. You'd arrived. 

"Um, where are we?" you asked, undoing your seatbelt and gathering your things, but before the driver could answer, your door was opened from the outside. 

"Hey, welcome," it was Joe, and he held out a hand to help you out of the vehicle. What a gentleman. That warm smile, there it was again. 

"Are you ready?" Joe asked, taking your suitcase from you with an excited glint flickering in his eyes, and you weren't sure exactly what you were meant to be ready for. The whole week, was the correct answer.

Joe walked ahead of you, up the steps of a beautiful South London terraced house. Quite the mansion, by London standards. Joe stopped and turned as he reached the door. "I've only just moved in, so please, don't mind the boxes and, um, the lack of furniture. It's a mess. The only room properly done up is yours, so don't worry about that! They've made sure that at least one of us has a nice bed to sleep in,"  

 Oh.  

"They made it look like a proper hotel room, I'm kind of jealous of it,"

This was Joe's home. His actual place, where he... you know, lived, and stuff. And where apparently, you were going to be staying too.  

"This is your house?"  

Joe stood in the door opening, and beckoned you in.

"It's just easier to have you close, come on in,"  

Oh, this was going to be an interesting couple of days. 

"Wonderful, thanks."

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[yawnzzznnn]

♡︎Fairytale Boyfriend - Hyunwoo♡︎

Summery: you And Hyunwoo have been dating for a good 10 months having met threw mutual friends and had similar interests but the only issue is Hyunwoo was all the way in Korea and you were on the other side of the world

Credits to: @yawnzzznnn (author)

@/Il0veYunho (request) @yemonni (error corrector)

Note: I don't not own any characters other than Yn this is strictly my imagination so don't take this personally

TW: cursing : online relationships : mentions of pedophilia and Creepy Old men : sleeping with someone being miss interpretated : mentions of someone having a dirty mind : meeting strangers from online (don't do that) :

Special thanks to: @/il0veyunho @yemonni

Reblogs are appreciated

Words: 2,370

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Was the text you woke up to the next morning even tho he sent it late at night for you mid day for him, he still always finds a way to speak to you rather that be staying up late just to hear your morning voice or waking up early to hear how your day is going and you do the same for him staying up late and waking up early a hopeless romantic as some people would say.

It was no secret how head over heels both you and Hyunwoo were for each other even tho having never met in real life you both felt like you knew each other pretty well, you know how quiet and shy Hyunwoo can be and he knew how out going you can be when your excited. Hyunwoo often says he's favorite part about you is the way you explain things into detail over text and on call.

Was what you responded with even tho some people find it Annoying when someone can't use there words to explain things but it's one of the many many things Hyunwoo loves about you he has stated plenty of times before that he finds it cute when you stutter and change your sentenes

Popped on your screen a smile grew on your face once you seen who was calling "Hello?" You answered "Hai" he responded back the smile clear in his voice "I didn't wake you did I?" He asked his tone now filled with worry "no no of course not don't worry, I was already awake if you ment by the call but if you ment the texts then no I woke up cuz I needed something to drink" you reassured him "oh thank God..." He trailed off "sorry for the spam-" he laughed out a breathy giggle

His giggle caused a chain reaction to you and made you giggle "it was cute i love when you randomly get romantic" you stated in a hushed tone shy to admit it on the other line you could hear Hyunwoo coo at how cute you were being "shhh" you said wanting him to stop "your so cute ugh I wish I could be with you right now" he said his tone getting quieter towards the end of his sentence

"Me too but this is how things are we can't really do much to change it seeing as you turned 18 in December last year barley an adult and I just turned 18 but hopefully in the near future we will both have stable jobs and able to take care of ourselves so we can spend time together not online" you stated he hummed in agreement

"what would be the first thing we do together tho-" he asked as he went deep into his thoughts "probably sleep together" you said you hear a choked gasp come from the other line causing you to look down at your phone once you hear him start coughing you realize what he thought you meant "OMG NOT LIKE THAT!" you half yelled as your eyes grew wide as you were trying to go back on your words you heard Hyunwoo start laughing

"It's ok! You don't have to explain yourself" he said as he tried to calm himself down "your just dirty minded you were the only one thinking that way" you said the pout on your face prominent in your tone "oh wait-" Hyunwoo said, you heard someone in the background talking but you couldn't make out what they said.

"Aww ok...I gotta go" Hyunwoo said after talking with another person you sighed "ah ok have a good day" you said trying not to sound upset "I'll talk with you later tonight, I love you" he said waiting for yor reply "I love you too" you said and hung up the phone you checked the time which read 1:09 AM and sighed before plugging your phone back in and laying down once again drifting into the dream land

By the time you had woken up it was 10am you got up to do your normal routine while eating you had a thought of going and visiting Hyunwoo for the first time having one of his members numbers and social media because he introduce you two you quickly looked up how much a plane ticket to Soul South Korea was although it was hefty you had been saving up to buy a your own house but your parents can help you with the money again

Noting you had enough to go you bought the ticket your flight was on Friday at 6:30 AM today was Thursday so you had time to get packed and buy the things you need and to talk it over with your parents. Although your parents had some concerns of meeting a stranger and leaving (whever) to a new country they accepted seeing how excited you were to finally see your boyfriend of 10 months

After almost all day of you and Sumin texting back and forth about plans for when you get to Korea and you talking with Hyunwoo you finally got up to pack "don't forget your shampoo" your mom said as she brought it too you "oh and your toothbrush and toothpaste" your dad said as he handed them to you "I'm gonna miss you" your mom stated causing your dad to nod in agreement "it's only a month besides I'm going to be with two people I know" you said reassuring her

"I know I know it's just....my baby in another country all the way across the world" your mom cried out you sighed as your dad ushered her out the room your phone pinged with another text from Hyunwoo the rest of your night till you passed out were texts back and forth with Hyunwoo and you being careful not to spoil your surprise

That night you barley got sleep from how excited you were to finally see your best friend of 3 years Sumin and your boyfriend of 10 months Hyunwoo you woke up at 5:00AM to get ready and get your stuff in your parents car once you were all finished with everything it was around 5:50 so you still had time for a quick shower and all that stuff

Your parents drove you to the airport once you got there they said there heartfelt goodbyes and wished you luck you said your heartfelt goodbyes before walking to your gate the flight was long and boring you couldn't even text Hyunwoo or Sumin or anyone else in that fact so you were stuck with playing solitaire for your 32 hour and 37 minute flight

Once you landed you were quick to get off the plane now practically vibrating with excitement you went to baggage claim and texted Sumin you had landed although you wanted to reply to Hyunwoo you didn't wanna ruin the surprise so you turned your phone off got your bags and waited for Sumin

After what felt like days of waiting even though it was a little less than 20 minutes you saw Sumin running towards you "BESTIE" he yelled has he welcomed you into a warm hug you giggled befkre pulling away "you know Hyunwoo has been sulking all day" he said as he picked up your bag for you "don't make me feel worse about not responding I was tempted too but I decided not too just to add the cherry on top of the surprise" you said as you followed Sumin to the Uber

He hummed before speaking "I mean as soon as you walk threw the door he's gonna forget all about you ignoring him so don't think much of it" Sumin assured you the car ride to there dorm was filled with you and Sumin gossiping about other people and dying of laughter

"AaaNnnd were hereee!" Sumin said dragging out his words "here I'll take these" you said as you tried to take your bag from Sumin who had already gotten out of the car with you following closely behind "yeahhh not a chance I told Hyunwoo I was going out for food so he's gonna waiting right at the entrance and I know he'll tackle you so I don't want anything broken" he said moving your bags farther away from you

You sighed in defeat as you continued to follow him to the door "you wait here don't come in till you hear your phone ping" he said in a hushed tone you nodded your head without quistion you hid behind the wall as Sumin walked in you could hear Hyunwoo wine about no food before asking why Sumin was holding so many bags and why they smelt of perfume/cologne he didn't recognize

You couldn't hear sumins response but your did hear your phone ping you checked to make sure it was Sumin and not something else after confirming it was your signal to go inside you walked in you saw Sumin and Hyunwoo at the front still

Talking

You started looking around awkwardly waiting for someone to acknowledge you when you looked up at the ceiling you heard a sharp gasp before being tackled to the ground knocking the wind out of your lungs it took a minute for you to come back to reality before you wrapped your arms around what you recognized as your boyfriend hugging you

"Oh I'm good" Sumin said as he gave himself a pat on the back Hyunwoo let out a confused noise "Before we came in he said you will do this" you stated nuzzling nose in his neck, in response Hyunwoo didn't say anything instead he got up pulling you along with him before dragging you to his room "sit sit" he said like an excited dog you followed what he asked and sat down on his bed

Hyunwoo following close behind and turned to face you "how long will you be here?" He asked "about a month possibly longer if I find a hotel cheep enough" you responded thinking back to the hotels you found online "hotel....-" he said confused "oh no no your not staying in a hotel look my bed is big enough" he said pointing at the mattress under the two of you

"Hyunwoo I love you but I cant I don't wanna intrude" you said as you looked down at the floor with a small pout on your face in hopes to sway Hyunwoo to let you stay at a hotel "yeahhh not happening think about it if you stay with me in my bed at my dorm you don't gotta wast money and you get to stay longer" he said as he grabbed your hands and started waving them around like a child on a sugar rush

After almost 30 minutes of Hyunwoo begging you to stay you finally agreed causing Hyunwoo to do a little dance out of excitement "ok you + me = ice cream right now" Hyunwoo suddenly said as he stood up pulling you up with him "can you at least drive?" You asked casuing Hyunwoo to shake his head 'no' with a childlike innocence

You sighed before letting him drag you out the house and down the road all the way the ice cream parlor once you got your ice cream you and Hyunwoo sat on a bench close to the park a little ways from the ice cream parlor Hyunwoo giggled as he noticed some ice cream melting from your cone/cup while you pouted staring at it with a glare

He gave you a wet towelette to whipe the sticky liquid away after awhile of two chatting on the bench rain started pouring from no where soaking you both instantly instead of being upset and running to the nearest shelter you both looked at each other and giggled

Suddenly Hyunwoo stood up and reach a hand to you "Come on!" He said shouting over the drops falling from the sky you looked at him before reaching your hand up and grasping his "Dance with me" he said as he leaned closer to your ear you giggled at the feeling of his breath and his hopeless romantic attitude

"Hyunwoo we'll get sick" you giggled in response he just shrugged before pulling you closer and start swaying you both back and forth. You knew he was going to be stubborn about it so you just let him do whatever he wanted, soon after he started hummimg a ballroom tune as he twirled you around

Water droplets flinging from your hair as if you were in a fairytale Hyunwoo seemed to think so too, he stopped spinning you and made you face him he leaned down so he was face to face with you "you know I love you right?" He asked you nodded your head lightly "of course you tell me how much I mean to you a lot even if you don't think you do" you stated as you looked into his eyes

Instead of shying away like he thought he would he leaned down to press your lips together, a cliché but romantic gesture kissing in the rain with no one around seemed right out of a fairytale evey little kid dreams of this having someone so willing to do this with them, I guess Hyunwoo is your fairytale boyfriend

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[worrabei]

OKAY, hear me out before reading the text below: this blog of mine is just a place, where I can see my progress in many of things, and writing in english is one of them. the deal is - english is not my native language, and my way of writing can look very bad.

if you decide to read my little sketch, firstly - good luck; and secondly, if when you see some dumb mistakes - feel free to comment because learning stuff is fun!

(also I'm like probably need to do a disclaimer or something like this, but I don't know how :D)

well, it's just fluff (?), without any triggers and just something that was in my head for a while. also I'm using the real names on the dream team in this text. actually, all my thoughts slowly became a whole au (this is the right word for it, right?), so if I will be really confident, maybe I write something else....

UGH this is again a super long text, I'M SORRY.

imagine that you've been friends with «dream team» for an almost a three years.

originally you were an employee on a mr. beast team, something that others would call an errand boy (well, errand girl in your case). but despite your small position in a whole team, everyone was simply in love with you. you just were a little shining star, that everybody adored. and beside that, you knew how to do your job. and by one of these hard-working days, you've meet sapnap.

there were a small pause between shooting for a new challenge video, where nick was one of the judges, and it happend that you both had a chance to chat for a little bit. you two find in each other someone nice, almost like a soulmate. when you too start to speak about different topics, including hobbies and favorite things, something just clicked. after a shooting, y'all just spontaneously decided to go for a walk. you both just can't stop talking, and after a hour or so, you find yourself on a basketball court. the day slowly becoming an evening, there only a few people around, and you two with beer cans just lazily playing basketball.

and after that day your life just start change entirely.

after sapnap you've met sunshine with name karl, and then dream, george, even quackity. the boys was also amazed with your warm personality and you all pretty fast become great buddies. you start to show in theirs instagram photos, twitter posts, stories. you've slowly become an important member of their group. staying for a movie night, cook for them, give a ride on your car, making birthday presents, spending time in video games, and eventually joining the streams.

to be honest, chat was kinda aggressive by the first time and full of comments like "omg why are they even let this girl to join, she's just ruining all the fun" and bunch of other not-so-nice words. guys were super sorry that you have to deal with all this hate, but you honestly won't making a big deal out of that. you just continue to show up from time to time, and slowly but surely people realize that your "boring" side was actually a "super caring" side.

and only after this realization everybody understand how cool actually your character resonates with sometimes childish characters of the rest of the group. the memes start to full the internet, boys start jokingly addresses to you like "sweet mother of ours", and you were very audible and visible cringing at the name, but they're just unstoppable.

and after a two and a half years of your friendship, after george finally gets a visa and clay does a face reveal, four of you guys finally moved together.

and that simply become a golden era of your friendship.

you spend mornings with george, when you get ready for work and this man with no sleep schedule gives you company. at the moment that you start making a breakfast, this man just magically appears with his cute puppy eyes, and after the few times when your plate was getting empty for about a fifteen seconds, you just start to cook for you two. imagine: dark room with only one working lamp, you both eating some puffy pancakes, drinking something warm, chatting and silently giggling. it's a little foggy outside, and almost absolute silence. sounds really comforting, does it not? after you finished eating, you give george a small kiss on his head, maybe mess up with his hair and beg him to get some rest.

the days fly by really fast, when you making stuff with dream. join the stream for a moment? sure. what about the new idea for the video/song? tell me everything. maybe you want to go to the shopping together? get in my car, clay. you freely can go to his room when silence in your head gets too loud. often you just knock on his room door shyly, and ask if you can sit on the bed while dealing with work. and he never refuse. also you absolutely love to draw him in the moments when he really focused on something, maybe make him a few more knitted hats or something cute, but stupid. and he absolutely melts at every single touch. you just need to tell him that everything is okay, and he always can find a support in his friends. and he's so thankful for this.

and finally, you want the evenings to never end because you spend them with sapnap. he don't want to show it, but you just see it anyways - he cares about you. of course, that doesn't mean that other guys don't care, but sapnap do it in his own way and you really appreciate it. almost every evening he casually walks into your room, and if he sees how tired you look because of the work, all his appearance softens immediately. with his silent, raspy voice he asks how do you feel. and if your answer not satisfying enough, nick just casually says that he's going to wait you in the car. and that means - this evening going to be awesome. you both have no clue what are you going to do tonight, but that's just more fun, right? basketball court, just like in the old times? eating junk food in the car, while chatting and shouting the songs? skateboarding park, when nick trying to impress you, but just stupidly falls and now you need to bandage all his wounds, while you just can't stop from laughing? (he's trying to act offended, but inside he's all fluff, believe me).

but sometimes you decide to hang out in the house. sapnap picks up some random film, brings more pillows and blankets, you cook (or order) snaks, and you both just simply chilling together after a long day. and I don't need to tell that almost every time the rest of the group decide to join. maybe it's even spontaneously become a movie night? who knows. you can't even blink, and it's 3am already, the third movie silently playing on the back, all the boys sleeping and barely audibly snore. and only you stubbornly want to wait until the credits. and the movie finally ends, you trying to clean up a little, while you judge the main character in your mind. when you come back to the sleeping kingdom, you can't help but smile at the view of three big men just calmly sleeping, and unconsciously trying to hug something. you definitely take a few photos, and when you want to go to your room, suddenly dream wakes up and mid-sleep reach up to you, whispering that he want to cuddle. your heart was not ready for this, and you just can't say "no" to him.

and when you slowly falling into sleep, while warm big hands carefully hugs you, you just think to yourself - oh, how extremely lucky you are.

well, maybe you can skip the next day at work.

...you can't miss how nick and george all morning going to scream that they're absolutely-for a hundred percent-for sure-definitely didn't hug each other all night.

[sprite-periodt]

15 and 19 ?

15. What do you love about the lees you know? I would love to tell you. Call out time!!

@magicaltickles who I’m so so so glad I met and whom I love dearly. They won’t admit it, till the day they die probably, but they’re actually such a cute lee. They’re very bratty and dealing with that is fun as hell as well as right up until they crumble to a blushy giggly mess. When you know just how to get them it’s a treat actually. Love it~ . They’re very soft. Giggly Em is best Em and also because I’ll never shut up about it, cutest fucking laugh and smile ever. I can’t wait to get you my silly <3

@redderthanatomato the other half of the sunmoon couple that I’m also so fucking glad I met and who I also love dearly. Actually so fucking adorable hello? Their reactions. The fact that I made them squeal. Once to my knowledge at least. Or curl up X3. Just aa aa aaaaa. But yeah I’m the one that gets flustered easily, huh?~ You did in fact pick the perfect name. Also don’t listen to her when she says she’s bratty. It won’t take long to get rid of that <3. Also girly’s laugh and smile as well? You best believe it. Adorable. I can’t wait to get you too silly girl <3

@faleesia My shawty bae!! One of my first true friends here that I honestly can’t imagine my life without them either. While I haven’t had many lering experiences with her because she’s usually the one murdering me, I caught a slither of it when they easily folded from the mention of scribbles under their chin. That was absolutely positively adorable and I smile about it every time I remember. Also her giggles are so so cute and I cannot wait to get my hands on them either and get rewarded by hearing them from my own doing <3

@anothertickleblog My sweet boi!! Another beloved sweetheart. I don’t have much lering experiences with them either. Buttt there was a time before I actually discovered I was a switch where I told him if I ever met them even though I’m not a switch I would get them anyway because of how cute they are which they were denying at the time. That reaction after that I got was oh so adorable <3. Also there were times when they got quickly flustered at the mention of a poke and those were great too. Also has an adorable laugh ugh.

@oceanic-vampire my favorite goth🥺. Love youuuu. Never teased them for long(usually because they turn the tables and I crumble wayyy too easily <3) but when I did? Ugh adorable adorable wanna squeeze them. Never forgetting when they made me laugh really hard telling me that they actually don’t have knees. Also very adorable beautiful laughter. You’re too kind being amused at my goofy stupidity <3

@shyleereading my dear!! Love her enjoy her company can’t wait to meet her🥺. And find a way to get overwatch so we can actually play🙄. She’s actually adorably easy because she can’t take compliments and watching her short circuit and deny and deny is so so fun and cute. You deserve them dear. But yknow I find that I have to beware 👀.

And last but certainly not least @thecutestler as I’ve always said is actually just the cutest lee. So stoked we’re friends X3!! Just adorable adorable! I actually can’t take it. She gives me cute aggression actually. Her reactions make me giggle /pos. Saying my name if a tease especially got to you is too fucking cute. <3

In conclusion everytime I have teased all of you the happy stims went crazyyyyy. Cough n e ways-

19. Already answered dear

[peachesofteal]

i am emotionally destroyed over the dead disco baby au and all i can imagine is a what if scenario

bee has never known who her father is and she’s okay with it. she’s never bothered mum about it and because all she needs is her mum. she always assumed it was some deadbeat asshole from the way her mother flinches whenever other ppl used to ask about who the father was. darling made so many sacrifices to let bee have the best childhood a single mother could offer. now bee is finally in uni pursuing a major in something that can get her a high paying job so that it’s her turn to take care of her mum.

she usually didn’t go to the seminars because they never covered a topic she was interested in, until one about terrorism and the militarization efforts to counter act it. during this seminar two speakers who retired from special operations task force appear and from the middle row she stares at them a little too hard. she can’t focus on whatever they’re saying because she notices a little things on them that she sees daily whenever she looks at the mirror. she thinks it’s all in her head but she started noticing their little things that they do how they stand, fidget, sayings that she herself has done. inherited behavior that she now thinks is becoming all to obvious. she’s confused and dazed about the whole situation and when it’s time to pack up and leave she’s the last to go. on her way out she runs into the two men and apologizes while trying to avoid eye contact. the men don’t think nothing of it until they stare a little to hard at her as she passes by recognizing pieces of darling in her. to them bee was a splitting image of darling, and to her she found pieces of herself on the faces of strangers.

when she gets to her dorm room she immediately calls her mum on the phone to describe the weird experience she just went through.

i am so sorry for the long ask this had literally been sitting in my mind for a few days and i had to let it out 😭 i just love the idea of bee being on her mum’s side 110% of the time and being okay without having a dad so that when she realizes she met them her whole world is shaking. cause in her head she waists rationalized the missing feeling of lot having a dad as her darling was her only parent and there was no other outside contribution (as a kid she used to think her mum was the virgin mary until she learned better lmaooo)

anyways sorry for my lil ramble, just wanted to let u know that i love this series and excuse any spelling mistakes

- 🦭 (i have dubbed myself seal just in case i have any other au ramble moments)

🦭🦭🦭 I love seals, this is so cute.

I love this little AU/Drabble that you’ve done here. I love the idea of Darling and Bee against the world too, Bee being raised by just her mum and being a mum’s girl through and through. Darling sacrificing and working her ass off to be a good human and good mum to Bee, trying to keep herself together and solid for her baby. Ugh. 😭 I feel like them seeing their kid all grown up after so long would probably destroy the guys.

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[isnovelman]

Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 14

- Well, I just had it because it looked good. And he's a celebrity, so I've never met him.

- Really?

-His portrait also roams the streets of Horun district! It's similar to that.

-.....

-You are the most handsome! Seeing you, that guy is a complete seafood man.

- … Yes?

-oh, of course!

- Better than Locke Visconti?

- That's your previous life! Even their faces and voices all look the same, what do they compare?

-different! Here, the eyes and the shape of the lips are better than him.

- I don't know... .

Isidor was about to sting again, so I quickly reached out with his hair to comfort him.

-Ugh. You're like a big dog that doesn't listen.

- You've been stroking my hair while thinking like this.

Still, as if feeling better, he rests his head in my hands. It seemed possible that the souls could come into contact with each other, but it didn't feel like touching the hair, so it was a little awkward.

- Go back and do it.

He seemed to wag his tail like a puppy.

-Your past life was like a ferocious cat. that's interesting.

-It was on the side of the dog, but I was not honest. I regretted it until I died. I couldn't let go of my pride and spit out words that didn't make sense to me. It was a past life filled with regret and longing.

-.....

Now with the conversation it became clear.

As Isidor was dragged into this space, like me, he remembered everything that happened in his previous life.

But just as I was Deborah Seymour and not Nailla, Isidor had not changed otherwise.

-By the way, isn't it blasphemy to do this in a temple?

- Even though the princess is a saint, I can make a rule that allows skinship at this time.

-I don't think I will come to the temple in the future, but why do I have to fight with the Pope and do good things for others... .

-Is that good?

-Look at what's in your favor!

The two of us had a refreshing conversation, holding hands and crossing the campus where cherry blossoms fell like snow.

-The romance of a campus couple is now being realized.

- campus?

- It has a similar meaning to the academy.

-Well. I should have been reborn twice... .

He was truly sorry.

-I just imagined, I think Sir might have lived well here as well. He must have been a really popular senior.

- The princess had a good life too. I grew up beautifully amongst a family that was quarrelsome and grumpy.

As if he had seen the soybean family in his previous life, sadness and fondness rang out from the souls he touched. Full understanding and sympathy were transferred intact.

-and… Thank you so much for persevering in the deep darkness.

It also conveys the sad and painful feelings of watching my soul wandering in the abyss for a long time due to the curse of the devil.

'Is it on purpose? '

Perhaps the thought body wanted to call Isidore here rather than me.

He told me it didn't matter if I was a demon or a demon grandpa, but today I felt understood by him, down to the depths of darkness at the bottom of my soul.

- Isidor, don't be too sad. Actually, I don't really remember what it was like in the abyss, but I'm sure I was fine. I must have been looking forward to seeing you again.

Even when the cold wave came, I knew that flowers would bloom someday. Because he taught me.

- You have flirted with flowers in the past.

- Because you like flowers.

Isidor put the folded lavender in my hand.

-!

Eventually, the paper slowly turned into a circle of light and began to spread, and after a while the world turned white as if in heaven.

- Deborah... .

At that moment, the thoughtful body, who had been quiet the whole time, called me in a very serious voice.

-oh?

- Always keep that in mind. That if there is light, there is shadow.

-After all, it seems that something suspicious has flowed into the temple.

To Isidor's conjecture, the thought body gave a rather abstract answer instead of denying it.

-… Even if you light many candles with one candle, the light of the first candle does not fade.

-.....

- Eternal light will be with you.

After the guy's meaningful remarks, the intense light that surrounded him began to fade, and the presence of the thought body was clearly blurred.

-do not be like this.

I caught him all in a hurry.

- Are you going to disappear like this? Isn't it?

-I am the wish you made. A long-awaited wish has come true, and there is no reason to exist anymore.

Thought body's voice got smaller and smaller, and I screamed louder and louder.

- Still, I don't want to say goodbye like this. Even you don't even have a name yet!

- Build it later.

-...!

- Deborah, actually I wanted to eat a big marshmallow someday. Hot chocolate too.

-.....

-And on a snowy day, I'll make a big snowman... So… .

Thought's voice became less and less audible, it was as if he heard a soft whisper that for some reason we would meet again soon.

And this is a later story, my second child with Isidor enjoyed making a snowman in the winter and eating marshmallows while sipping warm chocolate.

4. What happened in the temple instead (2)

“..Ugh!”

When the white light faded and I opened my eyes, as if nothing had happened, I was standing in front of the sanctuary inside the temple. Holding the white rosary, the gray energy had disappeared.

… However, there were no more intense beatings and reverberations of the soul that I felt whenever I saw an object. The thought body is really trembling.

'really… Will I ever see that guy again?'

“Princess! What's going on!?”

“Lady?”

There was no time to be immersed in regret, and the surroundings became noisy as if surprised by my sudden action.

Judging by the other people standing over the gates of the sanctuary and wandering around, it seems that the long time spent with thought body was really fleeting here.

I glanced at Isidor, who was clutching my wrist to prevent my soul from being sucked in.

As soon as he let go of his wrist, I quickly slipped the rosary into my dress pocket, hid it, and coughed for nothing.

As he approached the pope with a very gloomy expression on his face, he became serious at the same time.

“Why are you doing this, Lady?”

“I beg the Pope to ask for advice.”

***

After a while, I moved to the area where I had confessions with the Pope.

It was just the two of us to talk.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He was restless for fear that there might have been a problem with the holy relics.

“Pope, the sacred energy of the Holy Spirit has become very cloudy due to the cracks in the past. At this rate, even holy water cannot prevent contamination and corrosion.”

“Oh, that can’t be!”

The pope's eyes widened in astonishment.

“But that doesn't mean there isn't a way at all. Today at midnight, when the moon rises, I will have a ceremony to purify the holy things.”

“Oh. If I do the purification ritual, do the holy things come back?!”

“Yes. I don't know exactly how long it will take... .”

The pope seemed to believe my words like crazy.

'Maybe I, surprisingly, have a talent for being a pseudo-teacher?'

“Is there anything else I can help you with? I will support you with everything you need for the purification ceremony, saint.”

“We need a place of divine energy. The previous sanctuary seemed appropriate.”

I said, remembering the statue of the saint of Naila that stood tall in the center of the sanctuary.

“Yes, use whatever you want.”

“and… Corrupted energy may come in during the purification ceremony, so it is better to do the ceremony alone. So, please don't let this spread out as much as possible.”

I silenced my voice and spoke secretly.

Target is 10 likes and i will upload next chapter.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Asking your husband Derek to go to the local Fair in town.

It was Hot, Far too Hot to be just June, the sweat rolling off your forehead going into your brow, Was one of MANY! reasons why you Hate Summer. Sure Winter is cold but when you're cold. you can Add an extra layer you can snuggle up with your Hot (Physically And in appearance) Husband. Derek. you met him right after his Baby mama had their Son Eli and she Bailed. Leaving the Quiet little town for the Big City and Derek making a vow once the "true Alpha" left for the city abandoning Beacon Hill. he came back and vowed to never leave. you just moved into town when you bumped into him in the food market. seeing him struggle with a New baby. as he was debating on which baby food he should have. you are a baby expert. Since your old roommate had a baby and you witnessed it ALL! you couldn't help yourself but Help the Single Hot dad with the adorable baby. Years later Eli was now a teenager. and you were Sweating outside pulling weeds in the garden.

you tried pawning off this task to Eli, But he heard "yard work "this morning at breakfast and He bolted. Derek always kindly offered to do it after work since he knew you hated Yard work. you use to love it, it use to be a nice chore, you put music on. make a big pitcher of Lemonade. Four years agoana Ancient God of Harvest came to beacon hill and you were captured and Almost Eaten alive by a Roots of a tree.. you were caught In the garden. So you don't practicallyy Enjoy Doing the Yard work anymore. Not alone at least.

Sitting in the yard on your butt lunged over a flowerbed. you remember When Derek and you moved into the house, the first thing he did after you both painted the house. was put the flowerbed up. His mom use to love her garden back at the Old Hale home. and he said the house wasn't a home without a bunch of prettty flowers. and they calmed him. you loved how the flowers looked but you didn't like How Hot it was.

Derek was in the shop working on a stubborn truck calibrater. Something about a leak or a missing piece. Honestly, when Derek talks to mechanics, you don't listen to you. You watch him and openly drool over him. Even after years of dating and marriage, you are still sometimes stunned at his beauty. Derek openly teases you about it.

The sun was getting hotter, and everyone was at the fair. Eli was there going with a girl he liked.

After pulling all the weeds, cutting the yard, and clearing the clippings. You went inside and took. A cold shower to cool down.

Hearing the front door open and hearing Derek call out for you. You called down saying you be back in a few minutes. Meeting him in the kitchen you sat on the counter freshly cleaned and cooled down as you watched your husband prep dinner.

"Hey Hot stuff." you called out as he chuckled as he looked up atyou, "Hey beautiful- what you want?"

you chuckled gasping touching your heart, "me? what makes you think i want anything." he smiled he's famous lop sided smile before stepping over putting both hands on either side of your legs as he gave you a quick peak on the lips, "because baby I know you- you only call me hot stuff when you want something."

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into second longer kiss before pulling back, 'well- it just so happens- I wanted to ask you out on a Date. tonight after dinner."

he smiled to that as you spoke, "the fair is in town- and I dont know if you remember but that's the Same fair we met each other- where you threatened to kill me if i didn't turn into a wolf.."

Derek sighed heavily as he spoke, "Seriously? I ended up saving your life that night."

"wait- you tried killing Y/N?"

you both turned seeing Eli as Derek moved away as you nodded your head. slightly bummed that Derek moved away but you turned to Eli as you spoke, "yup- I was one of the first people your dad wanted to turn to make his pack."

"but you aren't a werewolf."

you nodded your head, 'yea- ugh- your dad had a change of heart."

"I just realized how much of a pain and trouble she would cause me and i didn't want to be stuck with her forever."

he went back to fixing up the porkchops as yu chuckled, "Jokes on you Sucker! you married me. Stuck with me forever and beyond now." Derek chuckled as Eli walked off. after that as you spoke, "So? you going to take your favorite girl to the Fair? or am I going without you?"

Derek smiled as he turned looking at you. feeling his heart full. he never thought he would have this.. this perfect slice of heaven. he nodded his head, "i'll take you. but only if you Win me a bear."

you smiled saying deal. as you got off the counter kissing his cheek and helping him with dinner.

[pensat-i-fet]

Private Photoshoot (Rúben Dias x Reader)

Masterlist

Word count: 2372

** Little imagine inspired by this shoot. With a teensy bit of smut. I'm not good at writing it, but I hope you like it ❤️ **

After a month of travelling and non-stop working, the last thing you wanted was to hear about anything related to work. So when your boyfriend Rúben picked you up from the airport you could only think about getting home and cuddling with him. But he had different plans.

“Do you need anything before I go?”, he said as you fell, face first, on the sofa.

“What? You are leaving?”

“Sorry. I was supposed to do this photoshoot while you were away but it got cancelled and I need to go now. It’s just a couple of hours”.

“Ugh, don’t talk to me about photoshoots. I hate them”.

You could hear his laugh getting closer and turned your head to see him kneeling next to you before he started to play with your hair.

“So…you won’t come with me? I need my fashion expert to help me pose”.

“I wish I could, babe. But I’m literally so exhausted”.

“You sure?”, he said, trying the puppy eyes tactic. That usually works but you truly were too tired to move from the sofa. Or at least that’s what you thought.

“Sorry, babe. Leave the address of the studio written for me just in case I feel better later and I might join you there”.

“Ok!! Maybe you can pick me up. I'm going to call a taxi now instead of driving.”

"Sure", you said, closing your eyes to try and get some much needed sleep.

He wrote the address for you on one of your post-its that were everywhere in the apartment and left after giving you a quick kiss.

Annoyingly, you couldn’t fall asleep despite being extremely tired. And so you got your phone to scroll on Instagram.

Only five minutes later, you got a message from Rúben.

“Are you awake?”, it said.

“Yes, can’t sleep. How is the shoot going?”

“Well, I wanted your opinion about my outfit 😉”.

You told him to send you a photo while you got up to get a glass of water. When you opened the photo, you almost choked on your drink while taking a sip.

The last thing you were expecting was a photo of Rúben only wearing very short and very tight boxer briefs. 

Once you recovered from the shock, you started to text him back.

“I think you sent the wrong photo, but keep them coming. I’m not complaining 😏😏”.

“Not the wrong photo, my love. This is the only thing I’ll be wearing”.

Oh.

“Well, this and the same thing but in three different colours”.

It obviously wouldn’t be the first time you saw your boyfriend wearing so little, but the idea of him posing for the camera wearing just that made you forget about the exhaustion you’ve been complaining about all day.

You were the one who took his photos during the holidays and the way he was always so playful made you stop mid-photoshoot every single time. There were better things to do than take photos.

“You know, I better go there and help you”, you said.

“But I thought you were tired”.

“I’ll get over it”.

You quickly changed into something a bit more appropriate than your plane clothes and ran to the garage. The address Rúben left for you was very familiar, since you had worked at that studio multiple times and, thankfully, it wasn’t too far away from where you two lived.

Once you got to the building, you saw that the woman working at the reception was one you had met many times, so you wouldn't need to call Rúben to get anyone to let you in. This meant you could get to surprise him a bit even though he knew you were on your way.

“Oh hi! What are you doing here? I thought you’d be in Paris?”

“Hi! I just came back from there”.

“And you’re back to work already?”, she said, frowning, “can’t they give you a break?”

To that, you laughed. “No, I’m not working. But my boyfriend is doing a shoot here for Nike and I thought I could surprise him”.

“Right, I thought I recognized him from somewhere. Well, sign here and you can go see him”.

After writing down your name and thanking her, you went to the studio where Rúben was doing the photoshoot.

When you opened the door, your boyfriend was the first person you spotted. His back was to you and, as promised, he was only wearing the tiny underwear he showed you. An assistant was busy putting moisturizer on his legs and you could tell how uncomfortable he felt by the way his shoulders were tensing. She looked terrified too. Poor thing couldn't be older than 19.

“Need help with that?”, you said, startling him.

“You actually came?”, he said, turning to face you and almost hitting the poor assistant in the face with his knee. “Sorry!”

“Are you done, honey?”, you said to the assistant.

“Almost”.

“Do you want me to finish so you can take a break?”, you offered.

“Ok”, she said, giving you the pot of cream and running away.

“Jealous of another woman touching me?”, said Rúben, cocky expression on his face.

“Worried about her passing out”, you laughed. “So, where else do you need me to moisturise you? I was an assistant once too, you know? I’m an expert”.

“Mmmmm”, he said, looking at you in a way you had definitely missed this past month. “I think you should start all over if you are that good”.

“Of course you do, you perv”.

You then put a bit of the cream on your hands and rubbed them together to warm it up before grabbing one of Rúben’s arms to apply it. Once you were done, you did the same with the other and then moved to his chest and stomach. He tensed again, but in a very different way to how he had before. You remained silent the whole time and didn’t even look at him. You knew that was going to have an even bigger effect on him. He loved holding eye contact with you, especially during more intimate moments, and not being able to do it was driving him mad.

He gently grabbed your chin so you would look at him, but you only told him to turn around so you could do his back.

“Brat”, he said under his breath and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“All done”, you said once you had finished.

“I think she missed a spot on my legs, baby. You should do them too”.

“Rúben!”, you said, pretending to be offended. “Wait until we get home to ask me to get on my knees”.

“Unbearable”, he said, rolling his eyes. "Absolutely unbearable".

You moved away laughing, looking for a towel so you could clean your hands from the excess product and then felt strong arms wrapping around your waist. Rúben then started to leave kisses on your neck and you just closed your eyes to enjoy being this close to him again.

“I missed you”, he whispered.

“I can tell”, you said, laughing.

You turned around and looked him up and down.

“Well, the good news is they won’t need to put any filling in the pants to make you look good”, you said with a wink before leaving to say hi to the crew.

Except for a couple of people, they were all people you had worked with and they assured you it was ok for you to stay there.

Fifteen minutes into the shoot, you could tell it wasn’t going well. Rúben was too stiff and the photographer was getting annoyed.

You tried to catch your boyfriend’s eye to give him an encouraging smile and maybe get him to relax a bit, but he just stared at the camera in the most unnatural way.

“Mr Dias, for a man that posts so many shirtless photos, you seem a bit lost today”, tried to joke the photographer.

“Sorry, I just…it feels weird to be doing this in front of so many people”.

“Don’t worry. No one cares about what you are wearing, we are used to seeing models in a lot less”.

“Less?”, he says, and that was when he looked at you. Is that jealousy or are you seeing things?

“Who takes the photos for your Instagram? Just imagine I’m them and relax”, offered the photographer.

That made Rúben look at you. “Her”.

The photographer turned to look at you. “Right, the girlfriend. Why don’t you come here and get him to pose for me, darling?"

You obliged and went to where Rúben was standing.

“Babe, you need to relax, ok? Let’s try the poses I tell you about when we do silly shoots at home. You’ll look amazing”, you said to him while massaging his shoulders to try to stop him from being so stiff.

“So you see a lot of naked men at work, huh? You forgot to tell me about that”, he said, a funny look on his face.

“I also see a lot of naked women and you never had an issue with that”.

“It’s not the same”.

“It is for me. This is a job. I don’t come here to flirt or look at anyone. I like being professional, thank you very much”.

You could tell he still wasn't very convinced. Such a silly boy.

“Besides, why would I look at anyone when I have you waiting for me at home at the end of my work day?”

That got a small smile from him.

“There, keep your smile like that. Perfect!”, you said, running to where the photographer was to tell him to start shooting.

Once they were done modelling the first two colours, it was time for the black boxer briefs. Your personal favourite.

“I feel like doing something a bit different now that he’s got the hang of it. What do you think?”, the photographer told you.

“I have the perfect pose”.

You then moved Rúben so he was sitting down on the floor. Every single muscle could be seen even more now that he was in this position. No need for photoshop with this one. 

“Ok, look down and…your hand can stay here”.

“What?”, he said, looking up at you. “It looks like I’m looking at my cock. You sure this is the pose you want?”

“It’s hot!”

“How?”

“You won’t get it”, you said. “But trust me”.

Instead of joining the photographer, you moved to the monitor to make sure you saw every photo made. You didn’t want to miss any. Taking your phone out, you filmed a quick video of the photos as they were showing up on the screen. Hot indeed.

“Stop drooling!”, laughed Claire, the stylist for the shoot.

“Can’t!”

Once the shoot was over, everyone started to pack their belongings and left one by one. Claire offered you to keep the underwear Rúben had been modelling and you didn’t doubt it once before accepting. A little idea coming to your mind.

"I'm done", said Rúben, hugging you and lifting you from the floor, making you giggle.

"Do you want to drive?", you offered, giving him the keys to the car.

"Sure".

When you got home, it was him who fell on the sofa, sighing and complaining about how tired he was.

"Get up!", you said to him, making him look at you confused.

You then took the underwear from the shoot out of your bag and showed it to him.

"It's time for part two of the photoshoot. The private photoshoot. The one only I get to see".

"Did you steal that?", he said, laughing and slowly walking towards you.

"No, but let's pretend I did. Makes the whole thing sexier".

You grabbed his hand and took him to your bedroom. After changing the lights so they wouldn't be too bright, you told him to get changed into the black boxer briefs again. When he left, you went to your underwear drawers quickly to pick your own outfit and ran to the other bathroom to get changed.

While you were almost done getting ready, you started to hear Rúben calling you.

"One second".

You made sure you looked as good as you wanted and decided to put your hair up in a messy bun so your long locks wouldn't get in the way.

On the way to the room, you grabbed your camera. No way this was going anywhere near the cloud.

"Ready?", you said looking at your boyfriend.

He looked at you hungrily and started to approach you.

"No no no. You don't get to touch the photographer yet".

"You and your games", he said, shaking his head and sitting on the bed. 

You started to take photos of him, stopping only to tell him how to move. Kissing him and touching him lightly every time you got close to him, only to leave him wanting more while you took more photos.

You then set the timer and positioned the camera so you could both be in the photo. One time, and two, and three…each time forgetting about the camera more and just getting lost in each other.

When you went to set the timer again, you could feel Ruben's hand on your lower back, getting higher until he reached the back of your bra and unclasped it.

You moved to remove it but he stopped you. "No, strip for the camera, remember?", he whispered in your ear, reminding you of the times you had told him the same thing.

He then moved to hold the camera himself, signalling with his eyes that he wanted you back in the bed to pose for him.

"For the camera or for you?", you said with a smirk.

"Same thing. And take your time like I will later".

You definitely took your time, first not facing the camera and turning slowly to allow him to take a photo of your every move.

Once the bra was on the floor, you covered yourself with your arms and looked at the man behind the camera, who had clearly enjoyed the show.

"Let me see you", he said, voice low.

"Make me!", you dared him.

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Here's an extract of an old fic I wrote years ago, writing Dazai was and is one of the most fun/hard things to do ever

Context: Atsushi just found Dazai floating in the ocean with a crab in his mouth there are other people there, but they don't matter for this part “Damn it, he got away.” He muttered as he crawled around franticly searching for something, until he came face to face with Atsushi’s legs.

“Atsushi-kun, fancy seeing you here. This must be the third time we’ve met like this, remind me to have Kunikida get you an ice-cream as a prize” his tone was friendly and perfectly normal as if he hadn’t just nearly drowned but was instead meeting a friend in a café.

“Dazai-san… I thought you’d stopped doing suicide attempts by yourself?” Atsushi said with a mixture of disapproval and resigned sadness in his voice

“Ugh, Atsushi you think I would try to pass on from this world all alone? You doubt my honour as a suicidal maniac? It breaks my heart to hear my own college say something so cold.” Dazai replied in an overly dramatic tone, completely ignoring the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Looking unconvinced, Atsushi sighed and asked, “then what were you doing in the ocean? Were you just ‘having a relaxing float’ again?

His tone clearly indicated that this kind of thing was not new to him, and probably happened more often than any of the others could have imagined.

“Ah…” Dazai said, a smile slowly creeping its way onto his face, “so you want to hear about my grand hunting mission.”

“Grand hunting mission!?”

“I shall call it”

‘Dazai Osamu Adventures!: The Terror Beneath The Harbour’

He then posed dramatically, which might have looked impressive… if he wasn’t still soaking wet and covered in bits of seaweed.

It all started at the office, I was studiously working on some reports for the president after having wrapped up my 3rd case of the day-

Studiously working? I don’t think i've seen you actually finish a report since I joined the agency, you always just give them to me to do

Do you want to hear the story or not? As I was saying. I sat at my desk when I overheard Kenji say something very interesting.

“The best food is always the food you kill and cook yourself; I remember when I made my first beef bowl from the cow, we’d been rearing that year, it was like heaven in my mouth.”

I was inspired, I wanted to taste that heaven myself. So, I decided to hunt down my own meal and cook it for the agency. Of course, I chose to hunt the most delicious creature in the whole world the king crab, so long had I enjoyed the canned crab from the supermarket, now I would finally feel the thrill all great crab hunters must feel to give us such an amazing food.

I don’t think that’s a real job-

I immediately started researching and quickly found that there was a perfect crab hunting spot not too far from the city, and after collecting my supplies, I set out on my great hunt. I walked to this spot and dived straight into the ocean.

After searching the dark, cold waters for a while, I was beginning to give up hope, but then I spotted it. A horned shell as red as blood and two claws that could tear through a tank with ease, my quarry was here, and I was ready to fight. I pulled out my weapons, (a crab fork and a knife I stole from the kitchen). And dove towards the beast, we clashed in an epic battle, steel against shell, claws against bandages. But in the end, he managed to disarm me.

I knew I stood no chance against such a mighty foe without a weapon, it was hopeless, I would have to abandon my mission and run.

But then…

Dazai’s voice rose to be even more dramatic as he slowly raised his hand to his chest.

I remembered my colleagues, how much trust and faith they put in me as the most respected detective at the agency. How many trials they had overcome for my sake, and I knew that couldn’t fail here. I would have my home cooked crab even if it cost my life.

I grabbed the crab's claws with my own hands, there we wrestled back and forth, neither willing to give in, two warriors locked in mortal combat. then I thought of you, Atsushi-kun my loyal and faithful student and like you decided to solve my problems by biting them-

Hey that’s not-

-AND so with my prey defeated, I triumphantly celebrated, which was interrupted when I remembered I hadn't taken a breath for 15 minutes and promptly passed out.

"And that's when you found me," Dazai finished with a smile.

This was from a chapter draft for my very first fanfic, it's crazy how much has happened since then. Since ill probably never update that fic again, I figured I'd share this with you guys.

(side note; It's weird how much this feels like a bsd wan, considering I wrote this before I knew what bsd wan was)

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 4

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: E | TW: attempted SA mention (just dialogue) | 15.2k  includes: skipping class to hang w the seniors, jayroy x reader motorcycle orgasm, Jayroy saving u from a creep, Damian paints u like one of his French girls jk kinda tho

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Four: She's a Riot | ao3 - wattpad

THEN 

It’d been weeks into your first term at Gotham Academy when Jason first appeared in your Honors English course. You watched with wide eyes as his signature skunk-stripe bobbed its way to the back corner of the room with his scarred face partially hidden in a book.

You sighed in relief at the sight of the familiar face in a class that was mostly filled with older, mean kids. Sure, in art you had Damian, but every other class? Yeah, not so lucky. 

Before you could second guess yourself, you got up from your desk to plop down in the seat next to him, though he didn’t stir from his book, leaving you to second-guess your decision. After all, your first meeting hadn’t necessarily been the greatest. 

With him still ignoring you, you decide to be the one to break the ice. “Aren’t you a junior?” 

You’d overheard whispers in the hallway about the ‘new Wayne kid’ and assumed it to be the angst-king you’d met at the manor. 

“Don’t remind me,” Jason sighed and marked his place in Catcher and the Rye as he answered you. “The boarding school I was at wasn’t able to transfer over certain courses, so I’ve been held back a few years in certain subjects.”

A few years? “How old are you then?” 

His green eyes danced mischievously with your curious ones. “17. I should be a senior.”

“Oh, wow.” You couldn’t imagine being held back that many years and still being able to put forth a good effort. “That sucks.”

“Eh, I’ve already read the books on the syllabus, so that helps some,” he shrugged while you scrambled to look at the list of required books for the course. You’d only read two out of the six, but it was still something.

“You’ve read Little Women?” you move your finger to the next line and read it off. “The Odyssey?” 

“Of course, they’re iconic,” you snorted at his response. And to think his brothers actually had the audacity to call you the nerd. 

“The Odyssey is pretty good for some ancient poems,” you admitted, but it was an understatement. The Odyssey had been one of your favorites due to its roots in Greek mythology.

Jason looked amused, “I think they’re considered epic.” 

“Sure, however you want to describe it,” you waved him off as you set out your math notebook from last year that you were reusing. There were still a decent amount of blank pages to use before you’d need to get a new one, anyway.

“You’re funny,” he scooted his desk closer to you and from here, you’re better able to see deep-set scars scattered across his face. You didn’t want him to notice you staring at them, though so you quickly glanced at his mouth instead. Wait- that wasn’t any better, you thought as you came face-to-face with his plump, sharp-angled lips. “I think you and I are going to be the only competent people in this class,” he acted like he was letting you in on a secret. “First project’s due in two weeks. Wanna team up?” 

You, competent? Him, hot? Okay, yes. You were in

“Sure.” 

He seemed nice enough and you needed an outstanding GPA to keep your scholarship here, so the more help you got, the better. Plus, he’d already read the books? Definite bonus.

“Cool,” you blushed at his deep voice.

Even just the casual nature of him splayed out in his chair had you fanning yourself with your notebook. He was so… ugh. 

Perfect.

His half-lidded eyes regard you as if he was about to fall asleep while you continued to blatantly eye him up. 

He was angry, hot and had scars. Not to mention the sexiest eyes you’d ever seen, but he was older. Out of reach. 

You belittled yourself for even considering chasing after the naive butterflies that fluttered around your stomach at the sight of the Adonis at the desk next to you alone. Thankfully the butterflies didn’t have to stick around too long as your English teacher began going over the project, forcing you to focus in. Well, somewhat…

For the next 54 minutes, you caught yourself stealing glances at Jason’s stoic build out of the corner of your eye up until the bell rang. Student's chatter instantly bubbled over your teacher’s final remarks as they packed up for their next class. 

Jason leaned over, invading your space with his musky scent as you stowed your notebook away, “We should meet up after school.” 

Damian hadn’t mentioned anything about you coming over, but you didn’t think he’d mind.

“Sure.” With Tim and Damian being brothers and Jason’s residency at the manor, you didn’t think it’d be out of the question to assume that Jason was another one of Bruce’s wards. It was for this reason you mentioned your locker being next to Tim’s. It’d been enough for Damian to know where you were talking about, but as evidenced by the confused look on Jason’s face, you’d been mistaken.

“Yeah, I don’t know where the fuck that is, babe,” you blushed at the nickname. “Me and Timmy don’t really get along much.” 

Well then. 

“He’s pretty nice,” you insisted while slinging on your backpack. Jason just rolled his eyes, following suit before motioning you out of the classroom ahead of him. “No, really. He always says hi to me and stuff.” 

“That’s a pretty high bar you got there,” he seemed just to be following you, so you headed to your next class with Jason in tow.

You laughed, realizing too late how pathetic that had sounded, “After my first few weeks here, you have no idea.”

Jason screaming at you in the manor had truly been nothing compared to the insults and rumors your classmates slung your way each day.

“What does that mean?”

You dodged his question easily, “Don’t you have a class to go to?” 

“No,” he shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Me and Roy are ditching to get something to eat.”

Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Who’s Roy?” You kind of remembered hearing that name at Star City, but he had been a high schooler at the time you’d been in middle school there. Probably wishful thinking, you thought to yourself. After all, there was obviously more than one Roy in the world.

“My friend,” he looked down at you with amusement. 

“Cool,” he laughed at your imitation of him earlier in class, leaving you to blush at being caught. 

“Sure, kid,” he sighed at your responding glare. “And don't try to tell me you’re not a kid when you’re the same age as that demon brat.” You assumed he was talking about Damian for, well, obvious reasons. 

“Would a kid know to make fun of you for reading Alcott?” You countered with a pointed brow. 

“Okay, fuck off,” he chuckled a bit. “Where’s this class you’re headed to anyway?” 

You faltered in your steps. “Should be in this wing,” you paused, looking around at the surrounding doors. “Maybe down this hallway?” 

Damn, you’d taken the wrong hallway again and ended up lost. It happened at least once a week, at this point, in the maze that was Gotham Academy.

“Alright, so what I’m hearing is you don’t appreciate classic literature, or know shit in general,” you gaped at him. “And now we’re both lost,” he sighed in tandem with the late bell ringing. The two of you watched as the last stragglers slipped away and disappeared into their classrooms. His pocket vibrated and he produced his cell phone to answer the call with an annoyed, “What?” you didn’t know whether to stay with Jason or continue looking around for your class, so you elected to awkwardly stand off to the side as Jason narrated to someone, likely Roy, your current location. “We should wait here,” you nodded at his statement, not really knowing what else to do. Jason shifted to lean against the hallway wall closest to you and you dropped your heavy Batman bag to the floor with an echoing thud. “You carrying a dead body in there or something?”

You gave him an odd yet amused look, “Because that’s the most logical thing I’d be carrying around in this tiny-ass backpack,” he shrugged, once again looking down each end of the hallway you were in. “Doesn’t your dad own this school, or something? How are you lost?”

Jason’s glare settled over you immediately, causing you to inadvertently step backward into the wall. “First off, he’s not my dad,” you nodded hastily until he dropped his glare. You hadn’t even realized you’d held your breath until his green eyes looked back down at his phone. “Second, he just funds the school. At least I think. I don’t know. I haven’t been around much until recently,” you gave him a quizzical look. “Boarding school and all,” he mumbled. 

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” you said. He at least had the decency to look somewhat ashamed for blowing up on you. “I mean, everyone has their daddy issues.” That much could be said for you- well, parent issues. Neither of them were around enough to check in on you, let alone to care that you existed. “I get that.”

“Cool.” 

You dropped the topic and smiled lightly at what seemed to be becoming an inside joke between the two of you. 

“For sure,” he smiled back at you and, this time, it seemed genuine. That was a relief. The last thing you wanted was to be on his bad side again. 

Soon enough, over-styled, familiar red hair came into view complete with an untucked uniform and loosened tie. 

“Yoo! I know you,” he threw up his arm and waved at you. “Us Star City kids gotta represent!” Once he got close enough, he stuck out towards you for a hand for a low high-five. 

You lightly tapped his opened hand with a grin, “Hey, Roy.”

“I thought I saw you around the halls,” he said your name. “I was stoned out of my mind, though, so I wasn’t too sure.” 

“Really?” you looked at him doubtfully, not bothering to touch the stoned part. “I’m surprised you even remember me, to be honest.” 

You’d never talked, having only seen him hanging around the cafeteria sometimes after school, if that. It was possible you’d seen a tuft of his red hair sticking out of the crowd at the occasional football game if you bothered to go, but with no friends, it wasn’t really worth the trek or the $10 ticket. 

“Still have the prettiest eyes, princess,” he shrugged nonchalantly from in front of you and Jason with a wicked glint in his light green eyes. “That’s how I knew it was you,” you gulped, not sure how to respond to his blatant flirting. It was one thing to tease Damian, but Roy and Jason were older and you had to be more careful. “What are you doing around these parts anyway?” Roy asked, ushering you and Jason into the hallway opposite your current one. 

Jason wordlessly picked up your backpack like it weighed nothing and slung it around his free shoulder. You knew better than to try and fight him on it, so you just let him carry it around as Roy led the two of you around the labyrinth of Gotham Academy.

“I’m here on scholarship.”

“You say it like you wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Jason chimed in. 

He was right, but they didn’t need to know that. 

This was your only chance at escaping the same fate as your parents- doomed to scavenge for money by any means for the rest of their lives. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t show it.

“I mean, truthfully, the scholarship is the only thing that would make me come to a crime-hole city like this.”

It was partially true. Gotham, even its richest parts, weren’t for the faint-hearted. Anything could happen at the flip of a coin.

“Fair enough,” Roy said as you entered a long corridor facing the back doors of the school. You’d only been back here once, but remembered enough to know that the whole back area was fenced-in by a high, cobblestone wall. 

“Where are we going exactly?” You asked as you hesitantly let them lead you out the back. 

“I thought you were ditching with us. My bad,” Roy looked to Jason, who turned at you with a questioning glance. “It’s cool. There’s no pressure, dude.”

“I forgot to mention she was looking for a classroom. It’s my fault,” Jason saw the hesitance on your face and handed you back your twenty-some-pound backpack before rubbing at his shoulder. “I don’t know where shit is to be any help.” 

“I can still show you where your class is,” Roy offered helpfully, watching as you struggled under your backpack’s hulking weight. 

Okay, skipping was definitely not up your alley, but showing up to class this late also wasn’t. 

It’s not like your parents would be there to pick up the call that you'd skipped anyway, you thought bitterly. Looking down at your phone, you anxiously noted that it was 10 minutes past the late bell and figured it was too late to show up at that point. 

“No, it’s good,” you started walking further back on the grounds to where the gardens and tennis courts were. “Jason wanted me to come, anyway,” you gave a small smirk, testing out just how much sass you could unleash on them.

“Sure,” he laughed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.” 

There it was again. The nickname that already had you in a chokehold.

“Where are you guys eating at?”

“Oh, yeah, food would be sweet,” Roy clapped you on the back. Not lightly, mind you. “Good idea."

“Jason said you guys were getting something to eat,” you said, stating the obvious. Had that not been their plan after all? 

"Sure, yeah," Roy tried to cover up with faux nonchalance. Jason, on the other hand, looked downright guilty. “Want to go to the diner on fifth?” 

You reached the courtyard wall, where they immediately began to climb over it, but you just stood there. The wall’s daunting height only seemed to double the longer you stared. Roy dropped back down from the top to grab your backpack before throwing it up to Jason, who sat saddled over both sides, with ease. 

Jason caught your backpack and dropped it to the other side before doing the same, just after Roy rejoined him on the top of the wall. 

“Okay, I didn’t realize skipping school involved level 20 calisthenics skills,” you brushed your sweaty hands on the front of your skirt as you finally approached the wall. 

“Video game talk, very hot. Nice, nice,” his red hair bobbed from above with his enthusiastic nods. You struggled for a bit until he started pointing out odd stones that stuck out. “Put your foot there, good,” you blushed at the insignificant praise. “Just like that.”

You were a bit over halfway up the wall when Roy offered you his right hand to pull you up. Once at the top, you held down the center of your skirt to keep it from rising before maneuvering both legs over the side so you could peer down at the ground below you. 

Below you, Jason seemed entirely entertained by the whole situation. He eventually opened his arms and motioned for you to jump. 

“Hurry up, princess,” Roy ushered from beside you. “Your chariot awaits.”

What chariot he was referring to, you didn’t know, but you did know that you didn’t want to get caught. 

“Coming, coming,” you waved Roy off, leaving him to gracefully drop to the grass below. “In the comics, they roll. Should I roll?”

“Do whatever the fuck you need to; just hurry up,” Jason motioned once again for you to jump. 

You looked behind you, then at the ground again. “Alright,” you leaped from the wall and rolled onto the grass with as much grace as a newborn bird. “Ow, okay. Rolling does nothing,” you groaned, gathering your bearings on the ground when you suddenly heard Roy clearing his throat. You peered up to see the older men pointedly avoiding your general direction. You quickly glanced down only to become mortified by the sight of your bright red Flash-themed panties on full display. “Oh, fuck me. Come on.” 

If there was a word greater than embarrassment, that’s what you were, but like times ten. Scratch that, times 100. 

You pulled down at the plaid uniform skirt, desperately shifting it back into place. You refused to meet Roy’s eyes as he extended a hand to lift you up, but you ultimately ended up taking it. 

You were pretty sure your face was going to remain red for the rest of the day and seriously considered hanging your head in shame, taking the L and just going back to class- that and never showing your face around either of them again. 

Yeah, that sounded about right. 

But you did none of that. Instead, you looked at them defensively, challenging them to say anything about what they’d just witnessed. 

Jason merely tilted his head in the direction of the parking lot, still content to avoid eye contact. He didn’t leave any room for conversation anyway. “We’re going to get caught if we stay around much longer,” you and Roy nodded, following his lead all the way to the far side of the parking lot where there were three Challengers, a station wagon and a red motorcycle. 

You silently begged whatever gods were out there that you wouldn’t be taking the death-trap. 

It was for naught. 

Jason and Roy soon sidled up next to the obnoxious crimson motorcycle that put the red of your Flash undies to shame. They beckoned you over and you obliged, albeit hesitantly. 

“Problem with the ride, kid?” Jason quirked a brow your way.

“If anything, I’m just thinking about how this adds to your whole superfluous, angsty persona,” you shrugged and continued to eye the bike with disdain.

“A true angst king then, perhaps,” Roy added.

“Indeed,” you nodded and fist-bumped, leaving Jason to roll his eyes.

“Good to know you’re both brushing up on basic ACT vocab, but can we get a move on?” Roy wasted no further time in sitting down on the bike before patting his lap.

You looked over at Roy, “Don’t you have a car or something?”

“Forgot my keys?” you glared as you let out a resigning sigh and straddled the seat, not wanting to keep Jason waiting any longer. You backed up a bit before ultimately settling down onto his lap. “Usually, Jason drives anyway. For real, though,” he said, trying to make you feel more comfortable and less like a set-up, considering you were sitting in his lap and he’d just seen your panties. 

It did help you calm down a bit.

Jason handed you his red helmet, then maneuvered to sit. His added proportions forced you backward, higher onto Roy’s lap. 

“Alrighty then, a warning next time would be great, princess,” his voice sounded restrained, leaving Jason to snicker as he continued to find the best way to sit. Huffing, he turned around to spread your thighs before turning back around and pushing his back in between them. 

You sat there stupefied; eyes wide, blush evident like a dumbass.

His touch had been brief but firm.

You were grateful the gasp you felt stirring didn’t make it past your lips. Especially when all you could feel was the leather of his jacket flush against your bare thighs where his touch still lingered. 

“Don’t suppose you have any more badass jackets lying around?” You managed around your sudden flash of arousal. 

“Ha, ha,” he toned, unamused. “Very funny,” he shifted slightly, inadvertently causing the center seam on the back of his jacket to come into contact with your seam. 

This time, you’re unable to hide your reaction as the contact leaves you arching backward into Roy. 

Being between the two of them had left you both hot and bothered and now also extremely wet. 

“I, for one, think she’s a riot,” Roy added unhelpfully. 

“Thanks, Roy,” you said, thankful for the distraction. 

You were still breathless from the dizzying leather contact in front of you and the muscular wall behind you that trapped you against it. You shook yourself out of your remaining stupor to put the helmet on to further hide your flustered state.

“Anytime,” he patted the top of your thigh where his hand had been resting. “You told us to hurry up, so come on, bro.” 

Just as Roy finished his sentence, Jason rev’ed his engine up, eliciting a huge roar as he high-tailed it out of the parking lot. 

You desperately clung to Jason’s rock-hard stomach while wrestling to keep your skirt from flapping up in the wind. From behind you, Roy howled with laughter right next to your ear at the adrenaline-inducing speed, but a sharp turn had him shutting up real fast. He then focused on wrapping both arms securely around you as Jason continued to zip around midday Gotham traffic on his bike. 

You’d lost the battle with your skirt long ago until Roy, having seen your pathetic plight, adjusted his grip. His right arm situated around your waist while the other splayed itself between your thighs to keep the offending piece of fabric at bay. “I got you.” 

All you could manage was a nod. 

The vibrations, coupled with Roy’s unfortunate-yet-fortunate hand placement, made you feel like you were in your room going at it with your vibrator.

You were glad the skirt acted as a barrier between your leaking arousal and Roy’s wrist, but it was only so thick. With the steady piling of chilling heat in the bottom of your stomach, you knew this wasn't going to end well.  

You were suddenly slammed against Roy’s forearm and into Jason's back when he came to an abrupt stop at a red light. 

“Oof!” You fell directly back onto Roy’s lap. “You’re doing this on purpose,” you growled through the helmet, assuming he’d think you were talking about the excessive speeding, but no. You were talking about the delicious friction that was about to push you to your limit. He held up his hands in faux surrender before quickly shifting them back to rev the handles as the light turned green. “JASON!” You screamed as he went from zero to round the corner at a highly illegal speed. 

Even through the helmet, you can hear his gorgeous laugh. He’s only laughing for so long as he completely blows through a speed bump, leaving the bike and all its inhabitants airborne from the shared seat. You let out a yelp as you bounced back onto Roy’s lap at the same time your chest bounced against the back of Jason’s leather jacket. 

Roy let out a pained groan at the contact. “I agree,” he mewled. In your highly aroused, nearly lucid state, your clit throbbed at the noise. “This is definitely on purpose.” 

You probably would’ve laughed along had you not been seconds away from your first, very public, orgasm on a motorcycle. 

Your shaky breath by then had fogged up your helmet, leaving you completely blind to everything around you. For some reason, this wasn’t helping your problem in the slightest and, if anything, was amplifying their obscene onslaught against you.

You attempted to shift, but were ultimately unable to find any relief from the, er… relief you were already feeling. At least, that is, until Roy smacked your thigh, holding it in place to stop any further movement from you. It was worse, a lot worse. And by worse, you meant better, a lot better for other things. 

You stilled suddenly as your eyes rolled back into your head. The vibrations, coupled with Roy’s hand on your spread thighs and your grip on Jason’s abs took control over your body. You shifted your hips forward against Jason’s back while your head fell onto Roy’s shoulder with a silent gasp. You quickly came to the realization of what you’d just done and straightened instantly in Roy’s lap to play it off.

“Can you guys stop humping each other back there for two seconds? We’re almost there.”

Your back tensed at his sudden statement and you wondered if your orgasm hadn’t been as quiet as you’d thought. There was no way, though, right? Jason was surely just joking… That had to be it.   

“Swear she just passed out, dude,” Jason and Roy cackled as you attempted to regulate your breathing. “I think your driving knocked her out, or some shit.” 

Sure, you thought, if that’s what they said happened, who were you to correct them? You glanced down to where an uncomfortable damp spot in your Flash-themed panties told the real story and made sure it stayed covered up. 

Jason hadn’t lied. Seconds later, the bike came to a lurching stop in the empty parking lot where the force of the brakes sent you and Roy pushing against Jason’s muscular back. 

“Was all of this necessary?” you asked him, still half-hanging over his shoulder from the abrupt stop. 

“Plenty, babe,” he turned his head so it was breaths away from your helmeted one with a wicked smirk and hopped down to help you get off the bike. Roy moved his hand from in between your thighs so you were free to hop off using Jason’s hand for support. “Was it really that bad?” you gave him a deadpan glare in lieu of an actual response as you returned his helmet. 

“She was shaking the entire time,” Roy answered for you, shaking with laughter as he got down too.

“I thought there was something wrong with my bike,” Jason snorted.

You hastily steered the conversation in a different direction before it got any further. “It’s all super hilarious,” you fake laughed obnoxiously before crossing your arms. “So, are we gonna go eat or what?”

“Jeez, Princess. You think you’d be a bit more mellowed out right now.”

You glanced wearily at Roy after his oddly specific comment, but refrained from any further questioning so they’d drop the topic completely. “Hangry,” You offered instead of taking the bait. “Now, let’s go,” you ushered both of them inside only to be led by them to the booth furthest in the back. The table was angled in just the right way to be able to see the diner counter and the entrance. 

You all ordered and you pulled out your phone to see a text from Damian asking why you’d missed art class. You sent back a quick reply that you’d tell him later before slipping your phone back into your backpack.

“Baby’s first skip day?” Roy motioned over to your phone. “Parents already on your back?”

“Sure.” Parents were another topic you wanted to avoid. 

Roy seemed to take the hint and offered a toast as soon as all of your milkshakes came out. “Well, cheers to your first day of delinquency.”

“I’ll cheers to that,” Jason clinked his strawberry against Roy’s chocolate peanut butter and soon your own frosted glass joined in the mock celebration.

“To maybe having a few more,” you said. “Emphasis on the maybe, though,” you warned, but they were too busy slurping to pay you any mind. 

Your food arrived and you chatted more about their classes and hobbies. 

It turned out Roy was playing the same video game you’d had your eye on for a year now, so a majority of the time was spent with Roy trying to explain the plot and failing miserably, leaving Jason to correct him every other few minutes. 

“He was stoned out of his mind on that level,” Jason would butt in every few minutes or so and you’d lean in closer to hear the actual storyline per Jason.

“We should play together sometime,” you slouched down in the booth with a groan on account of your overly full stomach.

“Why not now?” Jason suggested, looking at you for permission. 

You’d all finished at that point, but you’d planned to head back to school after your long lunch. 

Now you were debating. You’d already left the school premises, so was there really any point to going back? You looked at your phone, seeing your long lunch had well extended into last period.

You gave him an affirming look, “Let’s do it.” 

You slid out from the booth to let Roy out. Meanwhile, Jason fiddled around in his leather jacket until he produced a wallet. Jason slapped a $100 on the table and gave you and Roy a look that it was not up for debate on who paid. 

A man walking in held open the door for you and Roy, but Jason, being the straggler, ended up right in the crossfire of said man’s sneeze. Jason stumbled out of the entryway with a horrified face, greeted by the sight of you and Roy cackling at his misery.

“I need a shower. No,” he shuddered as he stalked over to the two of you, “Five.”

“I’ll join you,” Roy obnoxiously wiggled his brows at Jason. “I’m so dirty, daddy.” 

Jason gawked briefly, then quickly wrinkled his nose in disgust, “Fuck off, you gay ass.” 

The two of them laughed at that, but you shut it down. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t make fun of someone for their sexuality.”

They both looked at you blankly, then at each other and grinned, “PFFT! ” 

“I’m serious,” they began to laugh to the point you ripped the helmet from Jason’s bony-fingered grip. “It’s not funny!” You stuck the helmet on your head and plopped onto the bike with crossed arms. “Lots of men are put down or unjustly feminized for being gay or bi. You guys shouldn’t perpetuate that kind of culture.” 

Roy snickered, wiping mirthful tears from his gorgeous eyes. “No, princess, you’re right,” he elbowed Jason, who’d stopped laughing soon after your statement. “Guess we don’t have to hide our undying love anymore, Jasey-poo,” he began to obnoxiously smooch at the air around Jason’s face. 

There was a sudden shift not even you could’ve been prepared for, let alone Roy.

Jason backed up, face scrunched up in disgust, “Shut up and get on the bike, Roy.”

Jason refused to meet either of your eyes. Well, not that he could even see yours through the darkened helmet visor, but even through the dark tint, you could tell Jason seemed bothered. 

You sighed internally. That’s not what you’d meant to do at all.

Roy cleared his throat, throwing on the second helmet, “You’re gonna have to get up, beautiful.” 

“Oh,” you quickly got up so Roy could sit where you’d just been, “sorry.” 

You fiddled with the oversized helmet as you sat back on his lap with a soft bounce. This time, you knew what to expect in terms of positioning, so settling onto the bike didn’t take as long nor had as many adjustments. Your clit was still tender from earlier, which made the ride back somewhat painful rather than the pleasure you’d felt earlier. 

The three of you pulled into the manor just as Tim and Stephanie were walking through the gates. 

“Yooo!” Stephanie threw a peace sign in your direction. 

“Hey!” You took off the helmet and handed it to Jason, who held out his other to help you down. 

“Don't you look all hot and bothered,” she wiggled her eyebrows, referencing the squished position between the two seniors.

The four of you chatted as you walked into the manor, where you met a confused Damian in the foyer. 

He looked surprised to see you, “You weren’t in class today.” 

You rambled a bit before Stephanie cut in.

“Trouble in paradise?” she cackled, causing her blonde tresses to bob up and down. “You should’ve seen her ride,” she obnoxiously winked at Jason, who blew past her without a word to go upstairs. 

You immediately looked at Roy, who shrugged and saluted to the other three in the room, “Fuck it, we ball.”

“What?” your head tilted in confusion. Damian seemed to be in the exact same boat. 

Roy simply tilted his head where Jason had gone, “Come on, princess.” 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Damian cut Roy’s nonsense off, saying your last name in an accusatory tone. 

Well, you thought as you looked anywhere but at him, you were busy orgasming all over the back of your brother and his friend.

“I got cold feet?” 

He scowled. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll be there for you. In the class, I mean,” he quickly corrected as he looked over your shoulder to where Roy lingered, “perhaps you’d want to make up for the time we lost?”

You snorted, “Talk normal, twerp.” 

He ignored you, moving both hands behind his back, “Father will need me soon, but until then, would you want to hang out?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you looked to Roy for permission as if you needed it, but he just motioned to the two of you to follow after Jason. “I wasn’t trying to skip,” you confided as the three of you began walking up the stairs. 

“It doesn’t seem like you,” he agreed with your statement, turning to glare at Roy, who paid him no mind. “Don’t let these hooligans deflower your innocence.” 

The worst part was he was being completely serious. No, the worst part was they technically had deflowered you, albeit without knowing. 

He merely glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes as Roy howled, having to hold onto the banister for support. “Oh, my god, Damian. You’re hilarious, little dude,” his face was turning red enough to block out his freckles as he continued to howl, “Deflower, PFFT!”

“DAMIAN!” your mouth dropped open in complete shock. “What the fuck is your deal?!” 

You smacked at his shoulder. He returned the action tenfold, nearly sending you over the railing of the stairs with his brute power. You winced at the contact and hissed out an ‘ow.’ His eyes, however, remained glued to Roy’s back.

“What’s up?” Jason greeted monotonously once the three of you found him in the library.

“I thought we were gaming?” You questioned Jason, who sat on the floor with his papers spread out in front of him

“Yeah, what the hell,” Roy walked over to Jason and destroyed his organized papers by chucking his bag on the ground in front of him. “Then you ditched me to babysit, dude.”

Damian quirked a dubious brow, “More like the other way around, Harper.”

“If anything,” you concurred. 

The redhead motioned between the two of you as if it explained everything, “See what I’m talking about?”

“Sure, Roy,” Jason glanced up at you with amusement glimmering in his verdant eyes. Your cheeks heat up instantly at the contact, immediately shifting your eyes over at the copy of ‘The Odyssey’ trapped in his attractive hands. Was there any place on Jason’s body you could look at and not get flustered by? “And we need to get started on our project, so,” he motioned to the papers.

“Give me that, Todd,” Damian flipped over the book impetuously to scowl at both sides. “Purely elementary.”

“And what are you and Roy reading?” Jason challenged.

“Animal Farm?” you chimed in, voice dripping with sarcasm. “No, Lord of the Flies?”

“Don’t you join them!” Damian insisted, looking at you somewhat betrayed. Roy and Jason laughed as you comforted a distraught Damian and assure him that you’re not, in fact, ganging up against him. “It’s Grapes of Wrath, for your information.”

“Ah,” you pat him on the back. “Nature is king is a reoccurring theme. Boom, I just wrote your thesis for you.” 

“Please, we have to go more in-depth than that,” he scoffed. “It’s a lot more complex than ‘The Odyssey’.”

“How?” Jason challenged. “Different genres, different time periods. It’s completely unfair to even compare the two unless you’re just talking about them being literary classics.”

Roy leaned over to fake whisper to you, “I love it when he gets all book-wormy.” 

You nodded distractedly in agreement as you watched the literary battle between Jason and Damian roar on. 

“They’re about the plight between families, albeit for different reasons and how they’re able to overcome to ultimately come back together,” Damian said. You nodded, being able to see where his analysis was coming from. 

“Odysseus was on his own for the entire book practically,” Jason pointed out the flaw in his argument, but Damian was quick to refute it. 

“It’s a hero’s journey; of course he’s alone,” he said. “It always is a lone journey,” he gave Jason a meaningful glance that had you furrowing your brows. 

You nudged a distracted Roy. “Reminds me of Batman, to be honest," you lowered your voice into a dramatic rasp and use your arm to create a fake cape to cover the bottom half of your face, “I work alone.”

Damian wrinkled his nose, having heard you, “Please never do that again.” 

You all burst into laughter. Well, except for Roy, who was vehemently scribbling down what you assumed to be notes. Upon closer inspection, however, it all just appeared to be random, disconnected scribbles. 

He seemed to sense the weight of your eyes on him because he tried to explain, “I think I’ll actually manage to pass this year.” 

“Yeah,” you drawled, looking back down at his chicken scratch, turning your head every which way to make sense of it, “If you can ever manage to go back and decode this shit.” 

“I, for one, can read it perfectly,” he boop'ed you on the nose, leaving you to snort. 

“Hey!” Jason and Damian complained suddenly. 

You turned from Roy to see them glaring in both of your directions. 

Your eyes widened with confusion, “What?” Damian muttered something under his breath and then, out of nowhere, asked you to help him with his English homework. “Damian, you’re in Roy’s English class… Two years above me,” you reminded him. 

“Fine,” he sighed and made a demanding grab for the papers you were busy pulling out of your backpack.“I’ll help you with yours.”

“Unless you just up and do it, I can’t imagine how much help you’ll be,” you shrugged as he looked over the papers with a heavily focused look before shoving them back into your expectant hands.

“Pass,” Damian gave a curt nod before leaving you, Jason and Roy alone with a growing mountain of homework. “Enjoy these losers.”

“Keep those petals flowery, Damian,” Roy looked up from his notes to wink at Damian’s retreating form. He nudged his elbow into your arm, “Right, babe?”

“That’s my nickname for her, Roy,” Jason looked to you for an explanation but was met with you blushing at the memory of Damian’s uncalled-for comment on the stairs. 

“You’re right,” Roy smirked, turning to you. “Wouldn’t want to confuse you, now would we, princess?” he winked, leaving you to roll your eyes in return. 

You wished your cheeks would go back to their normal fucking color already, but they stubbornly refused.

“Are we actually going to work or not?” you reminded Jason of your upcoming project, but he quickly waved you off. It seemed like his priorities had changed after Damian’s appearance in the library.

“Roy, pass me the shit.” 

You raised a brow, but Roy just nodded with a coy smile before pulling out a gigantic colorful wrapped treat.

“What is that?” you skeptically eyed the treat as it was passed between the two boys. 

Jason unwrapped it, looking pointedly at Roy with a silent question, but Roy just shook his head.

“They’re edibles, dumbass.” 

You huffed, crossing your arms, “I think I like ‘babe’ better.”

“Noted,” he said, taking a huge bite and offering it your way, but you held up a hand to pass. 

Soon enough, absolutely no work had been done and the two of them had taken to fucking around with each other, making it nearly impossible to read. You tried to ignore their rambunctious laughter and rough-housing as you continued to note, but eventually, it got to be too much.

You sighed, catching both of their attention as you snapped your notebook shut. “I’m soo glad we’re partnered together on this project.” The sarcasm rolled off you in waves as they both finished off a second Rice Krispie each. Great. You continued to work on the outline you needed to complete by Friday while Jason and Roy immediately went back to reinitiating their smack-fest on the floor.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll do my fair share. It’s not like the weed is gonna stop that,” Jason reassured you, panting as he held Roy down on the floor by a fistful of his firey hair, but you were doubtful. 

In true stoner fashion, Roy butted in, face still smashed hilariously against the carpet, “Shit's less dangerous than alcohol. Don’t believe the shit they tell you about da kush.”

“Dude,” Jason shook his head at Roy’s pathetic lingo, pushing down harder on him until Roy’d had enough.

You watched half-amused, half-annoyed as Roy slammed Jason to the spot on the carpet Roy’d warmed up for him. The dumbass stopped to admire his work too long, leaving an open invitation for Jason to tackle him by the midsection to the ground below. 

“I think I’ve done enough rebellious teenage things for one day,” you admitted hesitantly, looking from the offending pot Fruity Pebble Rice Krispies Treats to the sweaty fuckers rolling around on the floor. “Besides, those don’t even look good.”

“True,” Roy panted, ignoring your last comment about the edibles as he held Jason in a headlock. “We did just break your skipping virginity.” 

They really had no idea about the true extent of virginity that had been taken from you that day, leaving a faint blush to appear at the memory of the motorcycle ride. That, along with Damian’s weird ‘deflowering’ comment.

“And with that lovely comment, Roy,” you squinted your eyes in his direction. “I’m out. I actually plan to get my shit done before school tomorrow.”

“You’re so smart, princess,” Roy made a heart with his hands over his actual one. “Maybe it’ll rub off on me one day,” he winked and Jason smacked him audibly on the arm.

No motorcycles ever again, you silently concurred after another one of Roy’s pointed comments about earlier that day.

“Stop trying to act like a fuck boy. It’s completely out of character,” Jason belittled his red-haired friend.

“Don’t even get me started on you Mr. Brooding, bad boy,” he morphed his freckled face into Jason’s seemingly permanent scowl, doing his signature ‘tch.’ “Babe this, babe that, check out my motorcycle I only got from my dad because I-” Roy trailed off, crossing his arms at both of your wide gazes. “What?!”

Jason looked deathly murderous. 

Definitely your cue to leave, especially considering what you witnessed the last time you saw that same look on his face. You shook your head, thinking back on your first visit here to now. So much had changed. Plus, you definitely had a lot more friends than you did the first time. You smiled lightly to yourself at this as you collected your things in the wake of their argument. 

“Alright, I’m officially out. Have fun with each other and all of this,” you gestured to the papers and edibles. “I’m actually going to get my shit done. See you guys tomorrow.” You managed over their bickering, but neither seemed to notice. 

As you shut the library door behind you, you heard Tim’s quiet voice too late and you ended up bumping directly into him. He greeted you somewhat off-handedly before giving your disheveled uniform a once over. You attempted to smooth out your skirt, which had been creased from your earlier ride, then adjusted the straps of your superhero-themed backpack on your shoulders. 

“Don’t think I noticed that the first time,” he said, referring to your bag. “You read comics?” 

“Of course!” you couldn’t help that the volume of your voice raised with your excitement. No one ever wanted to talk comics with you, especially no one in Gotham. It was taboo in a way most cities would never be able to comprehend. 

You’d tried to get Damian into Batman of all things, but it never held his attention. According to him, it was all “girly-soap-opera bullshit anyway.” 

“Want me to walk you out?” you nodded and he moved to guide you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I feel like I keep seeing you, but you’re gone before I can talk to you,” he admitted. “Who do I have to fight to get some attention from you?” He flashed a gorgeous smile in your direction, forcing your eyes away from his delicate attractiveness.

“Talk comics with me?” 

He gives you an amused smile, “Yeah, I can do that.” You ended up sitting down next to Tim in the living room, which was situated next to the foyer. He patted at the spot on the couch right next to him and you ended up settling close enough that you could feel warmth radiating from his slender form. “Who do you read?” he glanced down at your backpack and smirked. “Besides Batman, that is.”

You blushed, not sure how much you wanted to nerd out in front of Tim. You didn’t want to scare him off and having him think you were some weird freak. “Long answer or short?”

His bright eyes glistened with something you couldn’t read. “Long.” His voice was deep and controlled, making you squirm slightly in your seat.

You still weren’t encouraged he knew what he was getting himself into, but you divulged anyway. 

“Well, living in Star City I’m partial to any of the Arrow comics, Black Canary included,” you added but thought it was pretty self-explanatory. “Flash family is pretty interesting too with the whole speed-force thing… Poor Kid Flash,” you lamented as if the storyline was actually real. “Can’t go wrong with Huntress or The Question, OH!” you exclaimed, sitting up straighter on the couch, further invading Tim’s space. You cleared your throat as you caught a whiff of his earthy, pinewood-smelling cologne. “Nightwing’s hot as fuck. Serious buns of steel, so there’s that, but I know you said besides Batman,” you finished with a shrug.

“Er…” Tim looked around the room quickly.

“Don’t lie, Tim. You know it’s true,” you sighed as you stared off into space, thinking about the skin-tight uniform he donned. “Fattest ass in the whole superhero game by a longshot.” You inadvertently thought back to Dick’s speedo-covered ass that was now ingrained in your mind for the rest of eternity. Still had nothing on Nightwing, though you concluded. 

“I’ll take your word on it,” he trailed off amusedly. 

“But, obviously,” you pointed to your backpack. “Anything Batman or Robin is the shit,” you nodded and started listing off repeat characters that were featured in the issues over the years. “They speculate that there have been at least five Robins, if not more! How crazy is that?” you continued rambling. “And they all start so young too! Could you imagine being in middle school and going home to kick ass and then finish fractions homework? Wild,” you shook your head in disbelief. Tim had remained quiet throughout, so you glanced over to make sure he was still awake, only to find him still staring at you with the same unreadable look. “What?”

“Which one is your favorite?” It came out somewhat hesitant, but you shrugged, figuring you were reading too far into it.

You didn’t have to think on it for too long. You’d asked yourself this very question ages ago once the speculation came out, but actually explaining it out loud was a whole other thing.

“First Robin is always iconic,” you listed on your finger easily. “The second one… Not much is known, I don’t think,” you trailed off and looked to him for confirmation, but he just shook his head. “Red Robin is probably the most iconic Robin aside from the first panty-wearing one.”

Tim barked out a laugh, “Oh, yeah?” 

You nodded animatedly. “Red Robin’s uniform basically set the trend for the newest Robin’s garb,” you pointed out with a raised eyebrow, begging Tim to refute it, but he never did, so you continued. “Besides the hood and all, it’s just a boring Red Robin costume, but Red Robin,” you sighed and whipped out your phone to show Tim all the photos you’d captured of him over the years for your Batman blog. “He’s different.”

“Woah, déjà vu…” he muttered to himself and you let out a questioning noise. “I, uh, used to follow around Batman and Robin too.”

“No way,” you smiled widely. “We should go out together sometime then. With the two of us, we’ll be unstoppable!” he continued to scroll through your blog distractedly. “I haven’t been out to photograph since I moved out here, but I’ve been wanting to get back out there sometime soon.”

“I’d be down,” Tim nodded as he zoomed in on a particularly spicy photo that had somewhat blown up on your blog. “Seems like you always go for a, uh… certain angle?” 

You blushed and snatched your phone away, “It’s not like I can exactly repel up buildings like them to get a normal angle.”

“So, basically, you have a Red Robin ass-shot fanpage?” he teased, handing you back your phone.

You laughed at his accurate analysis. “I guess so,” you pocketed your phone and stood up. “I have to get heading out now, but if you ever want a large print of one of my pics, just let me know,” you nudged him lightly, teasing him right back. 

“It was really nice chatting with you,” he said, also getting up.

You nodded, “Nice chatting with someone who gets it.” You’d meant the comic book part because his brothers teased you relentlessly about it, but your statement seemed to be misconstrued by Tim as it made him blush brightly. 

Deep red stained Tim’s pale, striking cheekbones. “For sure,” he seemed like he wanted to say something else but instead merely ran a bony hand through his loose locks. “See you around,” he said your name. As he turned to walk off with a tiny wave, he came upon the ruckus heading directly your way.

You heard trampling from behind you and turned just in time to see Jason and Roy shoving each other down the stairs. 

"Oh," Jason drawled, schooling a bored face as he stared at the small space between you and Tim. "You’re still here?”

“Fuck off,” you turned on your heel and walked to the front door, still annoyed that they took edibles rather than help with the project. You waved to them and headed for the door.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Roy said, appearing out of nowhere with a strong hand on your shoulder to prevent you from going anywhere further. “We got you, babe-princess,” he looked back to Jason, who seemed extremely unamused by Roy's second nickname mix-up of the day. “You down for another motorcycle threesome?”

You gawked and turned to Tim quickly to set things straight. “I’ve never been down for that, but,” you turned back to Jason and Roy and admitted, “I do need a ride.” 

Tim walked out to the front with you guys as if wanting to see the motorcycle set up for himself. Based on his wrinkled nose, he didn’t approve of the intimate proximity between the three of you. If he really was bothered, he didn’t really show it as he still elected to wave at you. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said your name and walked back into the manor.

“You got a goal to fuck everyone in the mansion, or what?” Jason’s bitter voice cut through your daydreaming. 

“Definitely not the two of you, that’s for sure. Dick, though…” you sighed extra dreamily just to piss him off. 

“Just get on the bike,” came Jason’s gruff response. 

It had worked, you thought to yourself with a smile, and it wasn’t even true. You totally would bang any of them in a heartbeat- have they seen themselves? Everyone in the house looked like they'd strutted straight off the catwalk of Paris Fashion Week.

“When did you meet Dick?” Came Roy’s faux-nonchalant question, “I haven’t seen him around recently.”

“We played one game together, figures she’d already be attached to him.” Jason seemed a lot more upset than you’d expected, but why? Also, Jason hadn’t even technically been there when you’d first met Dick, so what did he even know?

“And yet, whose bike am I on?” you snatched the helmet from his hand to shove on your head. The ride to your apartment goes by quickly and is mainly drowned out by Jason blasting some angsty music. When you pulled up, they looked at you expectantly. “What?” you handed Jason back his helmet, hopping off Roy’s lap. “You want to come inside or something?” you’d only been joking, but they seemed to take it very seriously as they both dismounted swiftly to follow you into the apartment complex. “Woah, I was just kidding.”

“No takebacks,” Jason insisted, but you were too busy internally worrying about them seeing your pathetic apartment to truly be bothered by his resoluteness. 

“Alright,” you turned to go inside but hesitated enough for Roy, who was following behind you, to notice.

He quickly came to your side, “We don’t have to, you know?” It was muttered somewhat privately between the two of you as Jason was more preoccupied with the safety of his bike. “I definitely get it.” Did he, though? Your face must have expressed this because he merely laughed. “Listen, my uncle, Ollie may be rich, but before him, well, not so much,” he trailed off. “So, in that sense, I guess I get it?” he seemed uncomfortable bearing all this information with you, but you felt more at ease because of it. 

“I,” you placed a light hand on his shoulder in appreciation, “Yeah.” You weren’t so good with the being open part either. At least he was able to get out an actual sentence, you admonished yourself. “Definitely difficult living here and going to school in Bristol, too,” you shrugged. It was the truth and it seemed to be the primary reason almost everyone at school treated you like slimy trash beneath their Prada dress shoes.

“For sure, princess,” you blushed at the intimacy that leaked out from his voice. “Like I said earlier, ‘us Star City kids gotta stick together,’” you nodded, looking anywhere but into his hypnotizing green eyes. From this close, you could clearly see the light freckles that dotted his pale face. 

“You guys good?” Jason finally appeared behind you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder. “Is he bothering you?”

Roy slapped at Jason’s shoulder, effectively smooshing you between the two of them. It was a feeling that was becoming increasingly familiar to you and you definitely weren’t hating it. “Dude!”

“What?!” Jason pushed back at him, smooshing you into Roy now, who pushed back and smooshed you into Jason’s side. 

“Okay, not that I’m not loving this whole tug-of-war game here, but we really shouldn’t be just standing outside in this neighborhood,” you said, pushing them apart with both arms. “Are you guys coming up or not?” you stepped forward, turning around with a questioning gaze, efficiently commanding their attention. 

The sun was starting to set and you didn’t want to wait around for it to get much darker than it already was. You definitely weren’t about to get mugged just because these dumbasses wanted to wrestle on the concrete. 

They look at you and nodded dumbly. 

“Good,” you said, motioning them inside, where they followed behind you like lost puppies. It was kind of cute, you thought to yourself with a light smile. “They say this place is haunted or some shit,” you were making small conversation as you led them to the elevator and clicked your floor, but not before a seemingly intoxicated man could board as well. "I think people are just scared of old, broken-down shit, though."

The building was obviously dilapidated, with outdated aesthetics peeling and chipping into the rotting corpse of the building's barely withstanding core. Fluorescent flickering of sickening green glows throughout, well, the lights that were working, that is.

Without a second glance your way, both Roy and Jason herded you from the middle of the only working elevator to stand between the two of them.

You’d never seen the man around before, but you were glad you’d invited Roy and Jason in, if not just for the numbers. He didn’t seem right and with his blatant staring at you, you were becoming more uncomfortable with each passing second. 

You cursed the slow-ass elevator for taking its damn time.

“You didn’t click a floor, my dude,” Roy tried to sound light as he addressed the man. You looked up at Jason to see him clenching his jaw tightly. Meanwhile, Roy seemed calmer, yet reserved about the unfolding creepy situation. “What number can I hit for you?”

Instead of an answer, there’s a bone-chilling bark of laughter. All eyes shifted to the man now with a steadily growing feeling of unease. “I got my floor,” his dark, hollowed eyes never leaving your own. You glared at him, but all he did was smile back with a haunting grin. 

The elevator ‘dinged!’ and opened up to your floor, but no one moved. 

A couple of things could’ve happened, you figured as you looked around at the overwhelming amount of testosterone leaking into the small elevator car. One: Roy could attempt to dissuade the drunk man with his charm to get him to not follow you back to the apartment and everyone would leave unharmed, plus creepy dude wouldn’t know where you lived. Or, two: Jason would unleash his white-knuckled, clenched fist on the drunk dude, knocking him around and an all-out war would shake the entire unstable car until it threatened to fall. 

However, neither of those things happened. Well, rather a combination of Roy’s charm and Jason’s unhinged hostility. 

“‘M afraid I can’t let you follow our little lady over here, so if this is your floor, you better hop out now, dude,” Roy was smiling, but it didn’t meet his usually warm eyes at all. No, this was a hostile and frightening grimmace under the guise of a smile.

“We’re all men here, right?” It was completely slurred, but you were able to make out what he’d said. 

Your heart pounded frantically with every second that ticked on.

“That we are,” Roy’s lips grew tighter, essentially baring his teeth at that point. “Let’s get a move on, bud.”

The man, however, didn’t head the warning and continued on as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “We’re men, we know what we’re doing. I know what you're both doing.” He gestured drunkenly to them, then to you. “Just like she knows what she’s doing. 'Specially when they walk around in them little school girl uniforms askin’ for it-”

Jason’s capriciousness is unleashed in a well-timed fist to the face, effectively cutting off the sleazy man’s ramblings. 

One punch is all it takes for the man to crumble to the elevator floor. 

You couldn’t help the gasp that slipped from your mouth and into the silent car at the display of violence that took place in front of you. It was only in the aftermath that the true weight of the situation fell upon you.

If you’d been alone… You didn’t have to say it out loud because it’d been what you’d all already been thinking. 

As you left the elevator in heavy silence, your stomach swirled and churned with unease at the memory of his black eyes. It was as if he could somehow see beneath your clothes. 

You felt completely dirty and utterly nauseated. 

Probably for the best, you realized with a sigh, considering you didn’t have any food to cook, but that was something to think about once Roy and Jason left. You hated to admit that the thought of them leaving didn’t quell any lingering nausea. After all, they’d been the ones who’d saved you. 

What would you have been able to do alone?

You’d been apparently staring at the front of your apartment door for too long because Jason and Roy both cleared their throats. You shook your head, robotically going through the familiar motion of pulling out your keys and unlocking the door as if on autopilot. No, you knew you were on autopilot because you kept forgetting Roy and Jason’s presence.

It was odd hearing voices and movement around the apartment. You weren't alone, per se, but with every rippling ache reverberating throughout the fog in your skull, you knew you were mentally alone.

“Where are your parents?”

You winced at the question, not having the energy to play it off.

No ‘are you okay?’, no ‘how are you feeling?’- no. It was the most invasive question you’d wanted to avoid this whole time. It was quite literally the entire reason that you hadn’t wanted them to come up in the first place.

You came out of your brain fog long enough to see them both looking around at the completely bare walls. You’re sure it was because it clearly lacked the normal familial clutter they were used to. 

You would never tell them but, ever since you were eight, you’d begun the process of raising yourself in your parent's absence. 

They were addicted to gambling, robbing and anything to do with money. Some might even consider them common thieves, you would just consider them absent addicts. They meant almost nothing to you. There was a small part of you that wished for a normal family life where your parents were more focused on taking you apple picking in the fall and swimming at the pool in the summer rather than their next fix of dirty money.

Jason noticed you were seeming to respond again and slowly approached you, “Would you want to stay at the manor tonight?” 

Roy looked concerned like he wanted to ask something more, but instead, he let you take your time answering. Seeing their brows knit together with worry only made your stomach churn more.

You considered the offer, but you were used to dealing with this side of town. At least, so you tried to convince yourself. If anything, tonight was a grim reminder that you really didn’t stand a chance in these parts, even against some piss-drunk fuck. 

“No,” you cleared your throat after hearing how small and pathetic it sounded. You wanted to shower and burn your uniform. 

“I’m sorry, but it had nothing to do with what you were wearing and everything to do with him being an absolute pedophile.” You must’ve let the last part slip out in your half-minded state but couldn’t find it within yourself to be embarrassed by Roy comforting you.

Roy looked to Jason, who merely nodded, “We can teach you self-defense that could help you in those situations if they ever happen again.”

You looked up into Jason’s emerald eyes, but your gaze was evidently dull and unfocused, “Maybe another time.” You wanted for them to leave and stay at the same time. It was just like how you wanted to shower, knew you needed to, but refused to move from the spot you’d been standing in since arriving. 

They said your name in unison and then looked between themselves with concerned looks. “We can stay here? If that would be more comfortable?” Jason finally broke the silence.

“At least while you shower!” Roy chirped with kind eyes that begged yours to meet his own. You couldn’t.

They didn’t want to leave you…? 

“Yeah,” you were too tired for words. Finally, you forced yourself to take step after step as the man’s voice repeated itself over and over again in your head.

You walked to the hallway dead ahead and into the bathroom before turning on the shower. 

Your hamper was in the closet in the hallway that faced the living room where Roy and Jason were currently stationed. In your haze-clouded brain, you didn’t seem to notice or care as you walked back into the hallway to strip in front of the hamper. You made quick work of discarding your ruined uniform, throwing it onto the heap of your other dirty clothes, not caring if Roy or Jason saw as you continued the motions of your usual routine. 

You returned to the bathroom and immediately stepped into its cold spray, not having had the patience to wait for it to heat up, though you regretted it instantly with a pathetic hiss. Soon, the shower had heated up to where you’d turned the nozzle all the way to red. You reveled in the scalding water that singed your skin red in its wake. 

You were clean. No, not completely clean, but definitely cleaner than you'd been in the elevator. You miserably realized that you would never truly feel clean when you could still picture and hear everything. 

Eventually, you heard a knock on the door, reminding you that you of your company. 

“What?” It came out harsh, but you couldn't help but be somewhat upset at being pulled from your pitiful spiraling. 

“Just checking on you,” came Jason’s gentle voice. “Roy headed out to get something for us to eat and maybe some groceries.” 

Your stomach growled loudly enough that you’re sure Jason heard it. You were embarrassed that, by now, they’d probably gone through your empty cabinet and fridge.

You didn’t respond, so you assumed Jason had gone back to the living room while you finished washing off your fourth round of suds. It was only in the foggy after-haze of your shower that you stepped out into your towel that you realized how rude you were being. You hope they wouldn’t hold it against you after everything they'd done to help you. 

You just weren’t in the right mindset right now.

Emerging from the bathroom, a wall cloud of steam billowed out from behind your small form. You stepped out into the hall and nearly tripped over Jason, who was stationed right outside the bathroomon the floor, in the process. 

“Woah!” he caught you in his arms before you could fall face-first to the floor. “I got you,” he said your name as he righted you and helped you stand. 

He looked away as you fiddled with your towel and headed into your room, shutting the door lightly behind you. You didn't care that it didn’t click into place, leaving a slight path of light from hallway into your own. You used this light to pull on your most basic t-shirt and short PJ set, seeing as the superhero ones didn’t appeal to you at the moment for some reason. You still do pull on your bat signal socks, though, before walking back out into the living room. 

Jason looked you up and down from where he slouched on the couch, but his eyes revealed nothing and you weren’t fully there enough to analyze it further.

You hadn’t shaved in a few days, so stubble showed across your bare legs that were normally covered by your uniform socks, but you didn’t give a fuck. It didn’t seem like Jason cared either as he tore his eyes away from your exposed legs to meet your eyes. “Do you want to talk about anything?” It was Jason’s way of asking if you wanted to talk about it.

“What’s there to talk about? Grown men suck.” It'd been an understatement. “They ruin everything.” You’d be stuck picturing the elevator ride from tonight every time you’d get in it.

“I know,” he shifted a bit on the couch so he could better face you. “It’s good you know it’s not your fault though, right? You didn’t do anything or cause this in any way.” Jason was very clearly trying to let you know that it was the dude’s problem, not yours. It’d been something you’d been thinking about since the incident. 

You, however, were mostly worried about what would happen once Jason and Roy left and it was just you in the building by yourself again. What would you do if you ran into that man again? What if he stalked your floor door-by-door until he found you? You hoped he’d be drunk enough to forget everything, but you couldn’t be sure. 

Suddenly, the door burst open and Roy walked in with piles of plastic to-go containers that stacked up way overtop of his red hair. 

“Solved our little problem,” he set down the bags on your laminate kitchen counters, doing a double take when he saw you sitting on the couch next to Jason. “The food problem, that is!” he rushed to cover his previous statement for some unknown reason. “Who’s hungry?”

Jason snorted and got up to help Roy unpack the Chinese food. “We all are, idiot.” 

You thought back to the two edibles they’d eaten earlier and imagined they’d have the munchies at this point. It was only then that the redness in both of their eyes became apparent, making each of their unique green colors stand out even more than usual. 

The munchies definitely explain the shit ton of food that’s being shoved onto the small amount of counter space you had.

“There’s only three of us,” you said quietly, motioning to the eight food containers.

“I know, but you’re a princess, so I gotta bring you a feast,” he smiled with crinkled eyes, but all you could think about was the terrifying one he’d shot at the drunk man in the elevator. 

Your eyes glazed over once again, heart pounding after suddenly being thrown back into that moment. You stare down at your feet. 

“What do you want?” Jason’s gentle voice washed over you, forcing you to focus back on the options in front of you. 

You shrugged, not feeling too hungry, all things considered, “Whatever's good.”

Another glance between them, but you were too tired to care, let alone read more into it. You found yourself walking back to the couch where you curled into the blanket that you kept on the arm of it.

Roy handed Jason your plate and his before making his way over to you on the couch, “Want me to turn something on?”

Truthfully, you hadn’t even bothered to try and turn the thing on yet. “I only get news channels,” you lied.

“I have Hulu on my phone?” he suggested as he handed you his phone to flip through the options. “Just pick something and I think I can AirPlay it to your TV.”

You clicked on Andrew Garfield in a Spider-Man outfit, then handed it back to Roy. He fiddled for a second with his phone and the TV until it popped up on the flat screen your parents had stolen from your neighbors when you’d moved from your old place to here. It was a pleasant surprise that it worked, seeing as every other TV they'd stolen (and hadn’t pawned) never did. 

Jason squeezed in between you and Roy, balancing three plates piled high with random Chinese goodness like a professional waiter. He distributed two of them out to you and Roy and kept the last for himself.

“You have good taste in spider men,” Roy attempted to joke and get you to nerd out, but you were more focused on eating with your tumultuous stomach. “We could teach you Spidey self-defense,” he obnoxiously pretends to shoot off webs like Spider-Man and even makes cute little noises to go with it. 

You smiled a bit finally at that, leaving Roy to beam at the sight. 

Jason pretended to be absorbed in the food, but you saw how his eyes lingered on your smile just a bit longer than normal. You knew he was glad to see you coming out of your fog a bit more. 

You thought back to the moment and realized how different it could’ve gone if you’d been able to actually defend yourself. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all? 

“I think it would be good for me to know that.” It definitely couldn’t hurt. “It happened so fast,” you looked at both of them with fearful eyes. “If you guys hadn’t walked me up, I would’ve been alone.”

They nodded gravely. 

It’s only then you feel the tears spill out of your eyes. 

You’d always been alone, you were used to being alone, but this time you weren’t and, because of it, something awful was prevented from happening. You tried to stifle your sniffling quietly so they wouldn’t notice, but it was fruitless. The first sob slipped out without permission, gaining both of their attention. They swiftly took care of the plates before wrapping you and your blanket cocoon in their arms, holding on tightly. 

“I’m sorry that this happened to you,” Roy spoke first, with his deep rumble cutting through your silent cries. “We both are.” 

You felt their hands lightly tracing patterns on your back and laugh somewhat when their hands met near the middle of your back. They both immediately pull away with hurried ‘sorry’s’ and mumbled excuses. You yawned, pulling them both back to curl around you and snuggled your head onto Roy’s chest, who stilled instantly at the sudden contact. You felt him glance up at Jason, who merely curled against your back, lightly leaning his head on Roy’s and on top of your own. You tucked your head under his chin and furrowed further into Roy’s exposed collar bones. 

Once you and Jason were settled, Roy kicked his feet up onto your coffee table and got comfortable himself. 

“Don’t suppose you’d want to sleep in a bed?” he whispered, but the even breathing coming from your small body against him was the only answer he received. 

•

You floated through school the next day, completely preoccupied with the events that took place last night both in the elevator and your apartment. Damian could either sense it like some freaky pack animal shit or, more likely, Jason had told him. You figured this to be true because Damian refused to leave your side the entire day, even going so far as to insist on you spending the night at the manor. You wouldn’t refuse and had already prepared for it by bringing your daily essentials with you in your backpack to lessen the number of trips you’d need to take back to the apartment.

Stephanie and Tim joined you, Jason and Roy at lunch, which helped keep your mind off of everything. That is, aside from the fact that everyone was walking on eggshells and shooting you the most pitiful glances that made your stomach knot. 

Damian was the most tolerable, aside from Jason and Roy who’d woken up with you. For the most part, though, none of them were pressing further. There was a part of him that seemed like he was holding back from saying something to you, but he never convinced himself to actually spit it out. It was just as well, you’d already grown tired of the topic and tired of feeling the cacophony of emotions that always followed. 

You truly owed Roy and Jason so much for stopping that man. You didn’t know how you’d ever make it up to them.

You walked home with the group, mainly trying to keep up appearances when they brought you into the conversation, but Damian made sure to keep you somewhat involved and distracted from your thoughts.

You were brought back to the present by Damian rehashing gossip he’d picked up on in the class you missed yesterday. You could hardly keep up with people’s first names, let alone their last names, enough to actually know who Damian was referring to. In the end, you were just glad for the noise. It was nice not to have to talk when you were still feeling so out of it.

“And she said that she didn’t fornicate with him and that it was all a ‘simple misunderstanding,’” Damian was flapping his hands around dramatically in frustration at the story. “How do you accidentally fornicate?” He pointed a finger at you to further his point. “And, coming from her, it’s rich, seeing as last year at the 8th grade party she couldn’t keep her sloppy ass away from…” you tuned him out as Jason and Roy sped by on his motorcycle, flipping you all off. “And Elliot, being her nosey self-”

“That’s rich,” you joked lightly, not realizing you'd accidentally cut him off. 

His eyes sparkled at the sight of your small smile, “Whatever. I know you live for the drama, too.”

You fled from his intense, hazel gaze to stare back down at Tim’s pristine sneakers on the sidewalk directly in front of you. 

“So long as it’s not about me, I guess,” you tried, but it fell flat. 

Damian picked up where he left off, not allowing you to bask in the silence long enough for what happened last night to resurface. “I personally didn’t even want to go to the party, but Father made me,” Damian looked for a reaction and when you gave none, he continued. “I wore a fine tuxedo, but everyone else dressed down for some reason.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, imagining Damian showing up to the summer pool party in a three-piece suit. 

“Hush,” he said your last name with gentle mirth. You hadn’t realized until that point that Stephanie and Tim had long stopped talking, but Damian didn’t seem to care or notice. “I wish we would’ve known each other then. It surely would’ve been more enjoyable with your company,” he confessed as he looked at you out of the corners of his eyes. 

“I’m sure I would’ve had fun with you too.” You thought about what you would’ve worn, what the pool looked like, etc. 

“I suppose we could go to the homecoming dance together next month,” he was still looking at you with a vulnerability you’d never seen from him before. “It’s not exactly the same, but it might make up for your previous absence.”

You shrugged, “Yeah, sure. That sounds fun.” 

You locked eyes again and he lightly smiled. “We always do what I want to do when we’re here,” Damian said once you’d reached the manor. “So, what would you want to do?”

You thought back to your bare kitchen and how fully stocked his had been. “Would you want me to teach you to bake?”

“I heard bake!” Roy yelled from the kitchen, where he and Jason were in the middle of making enough sandwiches to feed at least eight people. 

You and Damian wandered into the kitchen after bidding Tim and Stephanie goodbye. You were starting to get a hunch that they were a thing… You’d have to remember to ask Damian later. 

Whatever they were, it seemed off today.

Jason ended up helping you more than Damian or Roy did, that is, until Jason started sneezing and coughing and Damian told him to scram. Well, less told and more demanded.

Roy headed out a bit after Jason left and while the scones were still chilling in the fridge. He left after giving you a big hug and a head ruffle to Damian, making him huff in annoyance. 

“Call me if you need anything,” Roy was cut off by Damian slamming the door behind him, but you could still hear Roy’s laughter through the thick, wooden door. 

“I’ll never pretend to understand why you’re hanging out with them all of a sudden,” Damian turned his scowl on you. He suddenly seemed to remember the night you’d had and sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck. “Never mind, I’m just glad you’re here,” his voice trailed off with a slight rasp. Recently you’d noticed more voice cracks that became less sporadic throughout the weeks and that the voice you’d met had been slightly changing each day.

You snorted, “You don’t need to go all soft on me because of what happened.”

“You have no family either.” 

You winced even though he hadn’t meant it as a jab. “Yeah, that too. Glad you’re caught up on everything,” you pushed past him abruptly to pull the chilled dough from the fridge and put it into the preheated oven. “Guess that’s why Tim wouldn’t talk to me today.”

“It’s not him.” Damian seemed willing to give you whatever information you wanted to stop being mad at him. “He and Brown are on the rocks.” 

“I knew they were a thing!” you exclaimed, turning around with the dirty mixing bowl in your hands. And, as you recalled, you also felt like something was off between them in the foyer early, too. 

Damian took the bowl and placed it in the sink, “Anyone with eyes could see that, stupid,”

“Whatever,” you jumped up onto the counter, then remembered it wasn’t your house and shamefully slid down, hoping Damian wouldn’t notice. He did. He jumped onto the counter and pat the spot next to him somewhat demandingly. 

“The only person who uses the kitchen is Pennyworth and Todd, so no one will care about your ass or mine being on here,” you snorted and hopped back up and boop’ed his nose. He’d been nothing but helpful and understanding in how to approach what happened and you were extremely appreciative. He looked at you like you’d grown a third eye. “What’s your deal,” he said your name in a deep voice you’d never heard from him before, sending shivers down your spine. 

What was with you? This was your friend... He didn't like you like that.

Your faces were inches apart without you even realizing it, but he seemed suddenly spooked by the close proximity. Yeah, he definitely didn't like you like that and, to be honest, you didn't know if you did either. It was almost as if you were addicted to the intoxicating feeling of being wanted and that's what you held fast to. 

You were just backing away from him when a deep voice cleared slightly, causing you both to turn immediately to the source- Bruce Wayne. 

He walked over near the sink to grab an apple without a glance in Damian's or your direction. “I don’t think we’ve officially met,” You slipped from the counter bashfully, even after Damian reassured you it wasn’t an issue, but you didn’t dare break eye contact with the older man. It was seemingly a challenge from the infamous playboy and you were more than willing to meet it head-on.

You smiled as genuinely as you could while simultaneously preventing yourself from shitting your pants, well, skirt, on the spot under his intense inspection. You told him your name with only the slightest wobble in your tone as you smoothed down the tweed fabric that had ridden up as you slipped off the counter, “It’s nice to meet you properly, Mr. Wayne.” 

"Call me Bruce," he chuckled politely and threw the red apple into the air before catching it quickly. “I’m sure I don’t have to make excuses for my sons at this point, though, if you’ve been hanging around my youngest.”

“His only,” Damian muttered. It’s only then that you felt like you could look back at him for support. When you turned around, you were met with the sight of him hunched over with crossed arms on the counter. 

“I see my point has been proven,” he winked at you, leaving you to genuinely laugh. 

Damian tch’ed. 

“I’m making scones if you’d like some,” you pointed at his state-of-the-art oven. “Jason got sick yesterday at the diner-” You stopped and looked up at Bruce hesitantly. “After school?” you tried to mend your statement, but it was in vain. You weren't used to having to cover anything up for adults seeing as you answered to no one. “Anyway, it’s his recipe and I wanted to make him something,” you shrugged and trailed off lamely. You made eye contact with anything but the attractive man in front of you who towered over you without even trying. 

You didn’t want to mention that Jason had also helped save you from an attack last night, but you assumed Bruce already knew, anyway.

“That’s the whole reason I came in here,” he said, disregarding your admission to skipping and instead moving to open the door to see the dough browning. "It smells delicious.” 

The older man who’d taken you home the first time you visited walked in soon after Bruce and also commented on the smell. “I assumed Master Jason was in here, but it seems like you might just take my job, Miss,” he said your name and you smiled lightly. “Master Damian, see to it that the proper accommodations are ready for your friend,” he turned to you once again, “You will be staying for dinner, Miss?” 

You awkwardly looked back at Damian, who was blatantly staring at you. “Only if it’s no hassle.” You still had lots of leftover Chinese at home, but you didn’t feel safe there on your own quite yet. 

“Of course not, Miss,” he said your last name again and bowed out of the room.

Bruce was about to follow but hesitated and faced you again. You looked up at him expectantly, making him falter slightly. It’d been evident enough that Damian noticed and decided to comment on. 

“What?” he spat at his father.

Bruce gave him an admonishing glance, “If you ever feel unsafe or just want to come over, you’re welcome here any time.” 

Your heart swelled at the offer and you couldn't deny that you felt your eyes start to glisten, “That means a lot.” It'd been a long 24 hours. 

He nodded and gave you and Damian one last look before following after the older man. “I’ll be back for the scones.” He shot you a smile that you returned easily. 

“Father approves of you,” Damian said as soon as Bruce was out of earshot. 

“How? I basically told him I skipped school with your brother,” you glanced at him incredulously as you moved to take the scones out of the oven. 

“I’m not related to those fools,” Damian said with a slight voice crack. You laughed and he glared unappreciatively in response. “Let’s go see if Alfred set up your bed.”

“What do you mean?” There were so many rooms you highly doubted Bruce would want two 14-year-olds of the opposite sex sleeping in the same room. 

“There’s an air mattress.”

“So, I sleep in your bed?” you raised a brow.

“Pfft, don’t be ridiculous,” he said your last name. “I would never sleep on such a contraption.” 

“Gee, sounds comfortable. Can’t wait,” you said sarcastically. 

“You’ll enjoy it,” he hopped down from the counter while you fanned off the scones. Damian mischievously grabbed one and sneakily pulled it away before you could smack it out of his hand, “Too slow.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking ninja or something,” you snorted. “And I’ll take your word on the mattress,” you placed a few scones on a plate and motioned for him to follow you to Jason’s room with some help from your friend to find it. 

You knocked on his door lightly and heard shuffles, then a sneeze, then a curse, then the door opened. The sight that met you had you nearly dropping the scones had it not been for Damian and Jason’s quick, cat-like reflexes. You gazed up beet red at a shirtless Jason, which matched the crimson of his red boxers that matched your obvious blush.

"What?"

“I- we made you scones,” you shoved them into his arms and turned on your heel before he could thank you, well, actually before you could make an even greater embarrassment of yourself. 

“Thanks, I guess,” Jason called after you, but you didn’t bother to turn around as you continued toward the art room for refuge. 

Damian caught up to you easily, “Why are you acting like that?”

“Like what?” you snapped. 

You weren’t in the mood to have your capricious hormones tested when his were obviously doing the same with all his recent, very comical, you might add, voice cracks. You turned around to give him one of his signature glares as a warning to drop it.

He looked into your eyes, then at your blush and huffed, “If that’s all it takes, then… Never mind.” 

“Good,” you huffed right back and turned away from him. You suddenly noticed a new painting he’d done that was still drying. You walked towards it, analyzing the somehow aggressive, sharp strokes from a watercolor brush, “It's safe to say your style translates across any medium.”

He came up behind you, already knowing which painting you were looking at. It was your face, after all. 

“And what style is that?”

You look at him for a moment, then back at the canvas. “These lines you do are always sharp and heavy, even in watercolor. It looks like you were moments away from ripping through the paper but didn’t,” you looked closer at it. “It’s really beautiful. Can I keep it?”

He regarded you for a moment, hesitating briefly. “Are you sure you want it? I can make a better one of you,” he motioned you to sit in one of the expensive-looking armchairs that adorned the room. 

You shrugged, glad for the distraction and leaned back in the chair with your legs crossed over one another to conceal your underwear in your tweed skirt. You rested your elbow that was closest to the window down onto the arm of the chair and brought that hand to rest lightly and effortlessly against your rosy cheek.

Damian’s eyes slid up and down your body with a heavy gaze, then seemed to remember the task at hand and picked up his brush to dip into varying shades of reddish-pink and green. “Why those colors?”

“They remind me of you,” he didn’t bother glancing up from the canvas to answer you until moments later when he needed to reference you. “You’re very curved, which makes it more satisfying to draw your shapes.”

“Thanks, I think?” You laughed but stopped after Damian reprimanded you for messing up your pose. “Sorry, sorry,” you did your best to smooth your face back down. “I don’t think I’ve seen a single curved line in any of your work yet.”

“That’s because I’ve never had a live model before,” he was definitely staring at your tits now, which were very prominently on display in your long sleeve, v-neck shirt.  

“Damian Wayne’s first live model. What a prestigious yet oddly creepy title to be given.” 

He smirked, “Just stay still, would you?” You followed his orders and returned back to your original position. “Are you wearing lipstick?”

You subconsciously touched your lips. “No, why?”

“They look nice,” he said without looking up. “You don’t wear makeup, do you?” 

“Sometimes I do, I don’t know. I don’t really think about it all too much,” his brows knitted together in concentration while he analyzed your features with careful precision. “Have you ever worn makeup?” You countered his question.

He regarded you with an odd face, “Not willingly, no.”

“But you have?” you were surprised to hear Damian had walked around with anything on his face. You assumed maybe he was talking about concealer before going to a Wayne event, but you couldn’t imagine anything more than that.

He sighed and put his brush down. “Drake and Brown thought it’d be funny to hold me down and put a whole bunch of shit on my face when I was like nine,” you barked out an unexpected laugh at the imagery. “It wasn’t fucking funny,” he glared at you. “Whatever,” he said when you wouldn’t shut up and picked back up the brush to capture your smiling face. 

“I bet you looked beautiful,” you were part teasing, part being honest. Damian had truly stunning features that could definitely be highlighted through a little liquid eyeliner and smoked-out eyeshadow. 

“Fuck off.” From where you were, you could see Damian’s painting process. It was as if you were there for reference but only second to where his hand already wanted to go. Almost like he was possessed by an already mapped-out picture in his mind. The brush slid across the canvas at an alarming pace for what seemed like forever as it scattered from the cup, to the paints, to the canvas. “I’m almost done with the main outline. I can finish the rest without you needing to pose.”

“Alright,” you yawned, asking Damian for the time.

“It’s almost time for dinner. Let me just finish up,” he dipped the brush in the water a few more times, making dramatic, long lines across the canvas before setting down the brush. After a moment of inspecting his work, he called you over to look.

“Oh, wow.” To say he made you look incredible was an understatement- you looked like an actual goddess. He’d captured every minute detail about you in this outline, even on account of the challenging new medium he was using. “Damian, this is crazy good. I can’t even believe how little time it took you to make this!” He didn’t know how to react to the praise, which only made you want to continue to stroke his ego. “I think I’ll need you to teach me how to paint people with watercolors because I sure as fuck can’t.”

“Please,” he waved you off with warm cheeks. “I merely used the techniques you showed me. You’re just being modest.” 

“Whatever,” you blew him off, staring at all the little details. “This is amazing. You’re amazing," you added the last part at the last second. 

Damian shifted under your attention uncomfortably. “We better not be late to dinner, or Pennyworth will have our heads.” 

You couldn’t quite place a person like Damian Wayne, not then, at least. Would you ever be able to? That was something you weren’t sure of.

“Alright, let’s go.”

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30 Day NSFW Challenge: Day 3

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A NSFW collection based off the 30 Days OTP NSFW Challenge prompt list on Tumblr: all Barnham/Darklaw. Different ratings, universes, etc. but it's all varying levels of NSFW content.

Day 3: First Time

“I can’t show you!”

“Why not?” Zacharias Barnham was a man who prided himself on patience. After all, it was practically the first tenant of knighthood. But his patience—or lack thereof—was his weak spot, and now it was being sorely tested by the one person on the island whose opinion truly mattered: his girlfriend.

Eve had summoned him at the last minute, all but demanding he make the lengthy journey across the island to her home. Never mind that he’d worked a full shift in the bakery that day, or that he’d spent the better part of the evening training with his squire. Never mind that he’d only just showered, and changed into his nightclothes, and collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted groan. No, he must come, and his many questions must go unanswered until the moment he arrived on her doorstep. But now that he was here, having gotten dressed, saddled his horse, and raced across the fields in the dusky twilight, she refused to see him.  

Or, rather, she refused to let him see her.  

“What am I meant to do?” he huffed, throwing up his hands as the last shreds of his patience began to fray at the seams. “Stand here until dawn?” The lady’s maid that had accompanied him upstairs shrugged her shoulders, the very picture of disinterest.

“Your guess is as good as mine, sir.” She leveled a brow at him, the corner of her mouth quirked in a half-smile. It was as though she dared him to try and take the reins from Eve’s hands, to regain some control of the chaos. But how could he possibly do that, when he had no idea what the problem even was?! “In any case, good luck.” Before he could say a word she was halfway down the hall, washing her hands of the whole situation with a toss of her braid.

“Ugh….” Stumped, he turned back to the locked door. “I’ve had a long day, Eve, and I’m tired. If you refuse to open the door, I’m returning to the bakery and—”  

“No! Please, wait.” The lock clicked, but when he moved to open the door he found it braced from the other side. There was a muffled thump and a small sigh; he could only imagine Eve leaning against the door, her cheek to the solid wood as she held it shut. “I’m worried you might… laugh at me.”

“Trust me: I am not in a laughing mood.”

“See? You’re already upset. What if you get even angrier when I show you?”

“I—” He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, willing his temper to die down before he proved her point. “I am not going to be angry,” he promised, once he was sure he could speak without raising his voice. “Now let me in, or I’m going home.” The door finally opened just enough to show a single, beautiful eyeball gazing mournfully at him through the crack.  

“Promise you won’t laugh at me.”

“I swear it.” The crack widened until it was just large enough for him to squeeze through. He hesitated only a moment, wondering why she saw fit to hide behind the door instead of greeting him with her usual enthusiasm. Normally she was wont to tackle him the moment he made his presence known, pawing and pouting until he obligingly bent low enough for a kiss. Had something changed? Was she already growing tired of their newly fledged relationship?

Of course not. With a firm shake of his head, he purged the fleeting doubts before they had time to take root. Eve cared for him and valued his good opinion; she would not be so worried about his laughter or his anger, were it not so. And, were she planning to end the relationship today, why would she bother waiting until so late in the evening? Why would she invite him into the comfort and privacy of her own home? She could have just as easily met him at the Courthouse, or the tavern, or the Square. No, she had not called him here for that; though rusty with disuse, his inquisitor’s sense told him something more was at play here.

“D-Don’t turn around just yet.” He obediently stopped in the center of the room, staring at the wide four poster bed on the opposite wall. A white cardboard box lay open at the foot of the bed, tissue paper and ribbons thrown in disarray across the neatly turned bedsheets. His brows creased as he added this new piece of information to the puzzle, newfound curiosity at war with his honor as a knight, a boyfriend, and a man of his word.

“Did you visit the tailor?”

“Well…” Eve shut the door behind him, the lock clicking back into place. “Sort of,” she muttered, creeping up to stand directly behind him. Loose curls tickled his arms as she pressed her forehead against his spine, embracing him from behind. Her forearms were bare, a rare sight for someone so cold-natured.

“May I see?” he asked gently, chaffing the back of her palm with his thumb. She tightened her grip, nails digging into the fabric of his polo shirt. “I did promise,” he reminded her, taking her hand and squeezing it in his own. “There is nothing you could wear that would make me think less of you—unless ‘tis some variation of that absurd outfit Foxy dares to call armor.” The remark earned him a watery chuckle.

“Alright.” She pulled away with a resigned sigh. “Turn around, if you must.”

He turned, fully expecting to see some outlandish, poofy, patterned abomination that would make anyone immediately burst into laughter at a glance. Something with a bustle and petticoats and yards upon yards of neon-colored lace, polka-dots and pinstripes: in short, everything that belonged beneath the wide stripes of a circus tent. In truth he nearly fell to his knees in shock at the sight before him, practically glowing with embarrassment beneath the chandelier. There was lace, to be clear, and it was patterned, but—

“Why—?” he choked, his voice failing him in his astonishment, “W-Why did you think I’d laugh?”

“Because I look ridiculous!” Eve crossed her arms, shaking her head so to better hide her humiliation behind a curtain of dark curls. “I’ve never bought anything like this before, and the lady at the shoppe assured me this was the newest style, but—” She averted her eyes, everything from the tip of her nose to her collarbone mottled with shame. “I look as though I’m wearing my great-grandmother’s lace curtains….”

“You look….” He faltered, uncertain of what he might say to help allay her fears. Stunning? Ethereal? He didn’t want to frighten her off with prose. Beautiful? Mind-blowing? No, she might mistake that for teasing. Gorgeous? Better off sticking to words he could easily spell…. “You look sexy.”

Blathering, brainless idiot! He winced, cursing his tactless tongue. Of all the words in all the dictionaries of the world, he had to go and choose the cheapest, most inefficient, the one that all but stated outright his—

“R-Really? You really think so?” Eve risked a shy glance, peering at him through her eyelashes. “It’s not… you don’t think it’s too much?”

“No, not at all!” he quickly agreed. “It’s… may I have a closer look?”

“I mean… why do you have to ask?” she mumbled, letting her arms fall away reluctantly. “It’s for you, isn’t it?”

“Eh? Is it?”

“Wh— Who else would it be for?!” She glared at him now, further embarrassment fueling her ire. “Aren’t girlfriends supposed to buy cute things to wear for their boyfriends?”

“Hmm? Are they?” he asked absently, his eyes roaming every spare inch of exposed skin and hands fisted at his sides. He didn’t trust himself to touch, at least not until he was acclimated to the sight of her.

Eve wore a lace robe that was clearly meant to be seen through, tied at her waist with a silk ribbon. The white lace formed elegant patterns on her bare skin, the scalloped hem brushing against the tops of her thighs. Beneath the robe she wore a matching black lingerie set, solid fabric edged with more lace. In truth, he was not thinking much about curtains at all. The only thing on his mind was the way the fabric pushed her breasts together, a soft pillow he’d be more than happy to bury his face in. And her thighs on full display, creamy against the pale lace… he cleared his throat, reminding himself to breathe.

“I’ve never bought anything like this before,” she repeated, venturing closer. He reached out, taking the edge of the ribbon and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “But I used to think about it… before…. Buying something pretty and wearing it to the Courthouse, letting you see and pretending I didn’t notice.” Another step. “I used to wonder what you would think to know the High Inquisitor had a reason to wear lace… and was shameless enough to wear it to work. It would have been our little secret.”

“I never looked under your skirt,” he protested, tugging at the ribbon until the knot slid undone with a whisper of silk.

“Never?”

“Not… intentionally.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged him until they stood chest to chest, scant layers of cloth and lace separating their bodies. He gulped, praying that she wouldn’t realize just how hard he was beneath his trousers. From the way she pressed herself against him, lifting onto the balls of her feet to grind against his thigh, it definitely had not escaped her notice.   

“Want to know another little secret?”  Resting her chin on his sternum, she plucked teasingly at his belt. “Every time you caught a little glimpse, it was because I wanted you to see.”  

“I… um… I figured as much,” he choked, a blush rising to his own cheeks. He had faced countless foes in the Witch’s Court without batting an eye, his iron will strong despite the challenges. And yet how quickly she could reduce him to a stammering mess, with nothing more than a smile and a flutter of her lashes. It was astounding, and he’d yet to find the magic spell that would stop him from melting into a puddle at her feet.

“Did it make you hard?” she whispered with wicked glee, practically climbing him where he stood. He caught her before she could fall, blushing even harder when she wrapped her bare legs around his waist.

“I-I don’t remember.” For a split second he feared her to be drunk. It wasn’t like her to be so forward with her questions, especially when they had never moved beyond the occasional heavy petting. But there were no empty bottles in sight, and her eyes were clear. If she was drunk on anything, it was on her own renewed confidence. Not that he was complaining….

“Are you hard now?” she purred, toying with his collar. As if she didn’t already know, the clear evidence trapped against her. “You know, I was going to send it back, but if you really like the outfit all that much—”

“Don’t send it back,” he interrupted, adjusting his grip on her thighs as he carried her to the bed. “I like it… but right now, all I can think about is how much I want it off.” It was her turn to be shocked, eyes widening at the blatant confession.

“Then get to work.” He shook his head, his brow creasing as he tried to work out how to lay her on the bed without letting her go flying.

“I know you haven’t forgotten our agreement. Six months of dating before we move to the bedroom.”

“You agreed to it,” she argued, prodding him in the chest with one finger. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind since then.”

“Is that the case?” She nodded. “Well, you may have changed your mind, but I have not. Besides, what’s another four weeks?”  

“An eternity!” She was pouting again, refusing to let go even after he laid her gently on the center of the bed. “Will you at least hold me?”

“That, I will do gladly.” He collapsed to the mattress beside her, gathering her in his arms and burying his face in the join of her neck and shoulder. If he played his cards right, he could lull her to sleep with his body heat. What he wouldn’t give to spend the night in this featherdown heaven, fast asleep in the arms of his most beloved angel….

“And kiss me?” Eve was not to be deterred, tugging at his collar until he lifted his head. He kissed her slowly, trying to relax rather than arouse her, but his own body continued to betray him. Against his better judgement he ran his hand down the scratchy lace, finding the scalloped edge and sliding beneath it to better feel her smooth skin. Kissing was still new, and they had only made out twice in their few months of courtship—three times, if they were counting that one frenzied moment in the stairwell of the bell tower. But judging by the eager sounds she was making, and the way she buried her fingers in his hair, he wasn’t doing half bad for himself.

He found her silk-clad breast and squeezed, grinning when she squeaked in surprise. His trousers were tight to the point of pain, but he ignored the discomfort in favor of rolling his thumb over her nipple—something he found she’d rather enjoyed during their last exploration. Immediately she began to squirm, thighs clamped around his leg and nails scratching at his scalp.  

“What if—” she gasped as he repeated the motion, grinding hard against his thigh. “What if I were to… to do something and… um… and you watch me?” Her teeth worried her lower lip, back arching as he bent to kiss the hollow of her throat. “Would that break the agreement?”

“Maybe that depends on what you want to do.” He lifted his eyes to hers, heart thudding painfully in his chest. “And to whom.”

“T-To myself.” She carefully pushed him to the side, crawling to the head of the bed and rummaging in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. She glanced over her shoulder at him, waiting for his nod before revealing a slender device. “Do you know what this is?”

“Tis a… erm… a vibrator.” To his credit, he’d taken the initiative to educate himself on the modern world of sex following their sixth month pact. If he planned to be intimate with Eve, he wanted to be as ready as possible for anything she might throw at him. Clearly, the research was to his benefit. He would never have recognized the toy otherwise, or been able to discern its particular use.

“Well?” she asked, when he made no further comment. “Is it cheating?”

“No.” The word left his mouth before he could really consider it. “I mean… what difference does it make? You would use it even if I weren’t here. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise.”

“If that were the case, I don’t know that I’d last six whole—” She stopped, cheeks burning bright red. He watched silently as she fell against the pillows, rolling onto her back and propping up her knees. Despite the comfortable position her body was tensed, eyes swimming with nervous energy as she waited for—what, his signal? Taking pity on her, he pointed to the vibrator in her hand.

“How do you turn it on?”

“Oh, you just—” In the time it took her to flip the switch he was beside her on the bed, leaning with his elbow propped on the same pillow that held her up. She jumped, gazing up at him with a shaky smile that revealed her panic.

“Eve, you don’t have to—” She cut him off with a shake of her head.

“I want to… I do, I’m just… I really haven’t done anything like this before,” she rambled, chewing her kiss swollen lips. “I don’t know how to start.”

“From my understanding—limited though it may be—one simply….” He took her hand in his, the vibrator trapped beneath their laced fingers, trailing down the center of her body. He watched with interest as the hair raised on her arms, a full body shiver running through her as they reached the edge of her panties. His hand stayed above the fabric while hers slipped beneath, fingertips grazing the damp silk before sliding back up to caress her stomach.

“Zack….” He groaned a wordless answer, aching and almost desperate enough to grind against her mattress for some semblance of relief. “Keep watching,” she demanded, pleaded, lifting her hips from the mattress with a whine.

“I am,” he promised hoarsely, teeth at her throat and hand sliding up to tease her breasts again. She gasped, chest heaving as her legs fell apart, and he found himself speaking before he realized it. “Do you think about me? When you do this?”

“Who else would it be?” He hummed noncommittal under his breath, sliding his hand back down to press against hers. The vibration thrummed through his fingers, made stronger by the way she bucked against their combined touch.

“You don’t always have to think of any one person… sometimes you can simply think of nothing at all.”

“Don’t you think of me when—oh—when you’re—”  

“Who else?” he parroted, releasing her hand just to see if she would keep the pressure going on her own. She squirmed, thrusting against the air, almost dangerously quiet. “Eve? Breathe!?” She obeyed with a gulp of air, only to hold it again as a fresh wave of sensation caught her by the throat.  

“I thought about you even then, before,” he murmured, only half aware that he was even speaking aloud, content to let her chase her pleasure. His attention was solely on the minute changes in her expression, in the way her lashes fluttered and jaw clenched each time his fingers found a new, even more sensitive area to explore. “Every time you flashed me in that short skirt, I thought about you for days and hated myself for it.”

“Don’t.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t hate yourself for it,” she scolded, the words all jumbled together. “I was worse. I did it in the office. At my desk.”  

“While I was there?” He nipped at her lips, coaxing her into a deep kiss.  

“Sometimes,” she admitted breathlessly, the moment she was able to answer. “I can be quiet.”

“Well… don’t be.” His hand found hers again, pushing hard enough that she lifted from the bed with a sob. “Show me what I’m missing.” She obliged beautifully, grinding against his hand as she unraveled with a cry. He kept his hand tight against hers, kissing every inch of her that he could reach until she twisted away from him, over sensitized. He fumbled with the soaking wet vibrator, finally managing to turn it off.

“…turn, Zack?”

“What?” She opened her arms, beckoning him to join her again with a sleepy, sated smile.

“I asked if you wanted a turn.” Her hand slipped down to the front of his trousers, eyebrows lifting as she squeezed the full length of him for the first time.

“Nice try.” He batted her hand away, kissing her palm even as his body ached for her touch. “But I can take care of myself.”

“Oh… can I watch?”