#mmmm guess i have trust issues

[panb1mbo]

i need a fucking stretching class i did like two counts of some basic ballet stretch and i wanted to cry. the relief was orgasmic. i might stand at a whole ass 5''1 now. i swear i grew an inch. that inch was purely my spine elongating.

[ju1cyfru1t]

rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)

Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)

fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing

Donnie

- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, “ah! ow! what in the name of-“ then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all he’s done for you?

- don’t play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way

- he is ALWAYS on his guard

- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. you’re giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingies…heaven forbid you bite those too….

- “Do. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.” “…”

- ^— “DO NOT. This is your last warning.”

- “Yes, Y/N. You’re very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.”

- “Sigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.”

- “AH! Don’t bite me while I’m working, please…Don’t bite me ever!”

- “If you want to ‘show affection,’ you could just…I don’t know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.”

- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL

Raph

- The first time you bite him, “AHH!” he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you

- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say 😭

- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean you’d really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.

- “Careful. Ya don’t wanna bite my spikes.”

- it’s definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn’t mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as it’s just you trying to show him love

- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection

- would never bite you back tho

- however, I don’t suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin 🤺 and would feel absolutely horrible abt it

Mikey

- the first time you bite him he’s offended. you’re gonna bite HIM? 🤨 yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like ‘😟’ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him you’re just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much

- he’s perfectly ok with it then as long as you don’t bite him too hard

- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when he’s clinging onto you all the time

- always giggles and squirms when you bite him

- returns your bites with kisses all over your face

Leo

- the fucking most dramatic ever

- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him

- “OWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYAL” while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didn’t leave any sort of mark whatsoever.

- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love

- now every time you do it he thinks you’re trying to flirt with him 🤞😔 and I mean I guess he’s sort of-ish right

- honestly he doesn’t really care but definitely teases you about it /ns

- “yeah? do I taste good, Y/N?” /ns!!

- “ow! ok, ok! not too hard!” while giggling

- “mhm…now kiss it better.” makes you kiss where you bit him every time.

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now I know I ain’t the only one who bites like that 🤨

[bteezxyewriter12]

Still Here/ 8

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 1.7k

Includes- wall sex, table sex (bent over), squirting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, fluff

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J POV

"Oh fuck Joongie", I moan, his cock hitting my spot over and over as I cling to him, my arms around his neck

"Mmm fuck jagi, you feel so fucking good", he groans, hips not stopping or slowing at all

He's not even sweating while I'm soaked, my hair and makeup probably ruined

Hongjoong has a super high sex drive and he can go for fucking hours without getting tired

Vampire stamina

I do get tired however and he takes over, doing all the work, without any issue

I swear I've never came this much in the few days we've been together than I have in my whole life

I've never been as sore either

But I'm such a slut for my boyfriend, wanting him just as much and never saying no

Which is how we ended up in a vacant dressing room, him holding me up easily with one arm while he fucks me against the wall, his other hand above my head, flat against the wall, his beautiful electric green eyes on me

He's so strong and it's a massive turn on

He's so solid, his naked strong muscular chest against mine but his skin is so soft

And I'm messing it up with sweat

Not that he cares

"Need you to cum for me", he whispers, his mouth sucking on the skin of my neck, making me moan louder

God do I wanna cum

All over him then cum again and again and again

I don't know how that's possible

I haven't gotten overstimulated any of the times we have sex

I think it's because he moves so fast with his supernatural speed my body doesn't get a chance to get oversensitive before I'm coming again

It's honestly amazing

His cock opens me up wide, hitting that spot and I cum as blinding pleasure takes over

"Hongjoong, oh god"

"Yes baby fuck, again", he choked out, fucking me through the orgasm and of course setting off another one right away, keeping me in pleasure

"Fuck yes, good girl", he praises, "Fuck you're so wet baby girl. I can feel your cream dripping off me. Are you making a mess on the floor too?"

"I...I...", I stammer, finding it extremely hard to talk from the pounding he's giving me

"I think you are", he teases, kissing my cheek, "My cunt gets so fucking wet, making messes everywhere"

"Yes Joongie"

He's not wrong

It's like my pussy pours juice, squirt and cream for him

I can't control it and he loves it so I guess I'm good

He continues to split my cunt wide open, massive pleasure rolling over me in wave after wave

My mind is shutting off as he seriously fucks me stupid

Which is something I never felt until him

The power he has over me is incredible and I trust him completely

I can't think of anything, I can only feel him

Feel his lips on my skin, his skin against mine, his hips rolling against mine, his cock hitting so deep, spreading me open so well, his fingers gripping my ass hard, his moans in the room

"Mmmm is my baby getting spacy?"

I nod, keeping my eyes closed as I feel, "Feeling good baby?"

"Yes", I whisper

"Then cum on my cock"

At his words, my body shakes uncontrollably as I explode all over him

"Look at my good girl squirting for me", he praises, kissing my cheek

The pleasure is insane, I can feel myself clenching his cock so hard as I gush around him

He talks me through it as his cock sheaths inside, letting me ride it out on him

"My jagi is so pretty", he praises, "I love when you squirt on me baby. You're pussy looks so pretty pouring squirt around my dick"

"Mmm", I murmur

When I finish, he pulls out making me whine

I want him back in

I love feeling him inside me

"I'm coming back baby. You know I can't stay out of your pussy"

Yeah, I know

He carries me to the table in the room, puts me down and bends me over it

"Open your pretty legs", he murmurs

When I do, he groans loudly, "Fuck, look at that creamy cunt. Pretty little slit throbbing on nothing. Want my cock back in baby?"

"Yes Joongie. Give it to me"

"God I love hearing your beg for me baby", he groans, planting kisses on my shoulder blade, "I'll give my baby anything you want"

I feel his head at my hole, feeling him sink into me

I moan as my cunt sucks him in, his length impaling me

"Yes baby, suck me back in. God this pussy loves my cock huh?"

I nod, moaning loudly, wanting him in deep

When he's all in, he doesn't move and I can feel every inch of him, throbbing around him

God he feels incredible

"Gonna fuck you again baby"

I just nod, my upper body laying on the cool table top, "Please"

His hands touch my hips softly before gripping hard, pulling his cock almost all the way out the smashing back in

The pleasure comes roaring back as he fucks me into the table

I can't stop moaning, can't think, I just want him, want to cum on him

His hand moves around my waist, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusting, ecstacy exploding in me as I fall over the edge again

"Hongjoong!", I cry, shaking against the table, my hands having nothing to grip onto

"Yes baby. One more jagi and I'm gonna cum in your tight pussy"

"Yes. Want your cum Joongie"

"You'll get it baby. I promise"

He impales me on his shaft, every thrust to my spot makes stars burst in my vision from the sheer pleasure

His hands move slowly up my back, touching me softly, his fingers sending electric sparks all over my skin

His lips pressing to my shoulder send shivers down my spine as his cock works up another orgasm

"My pretty jagi", he murmurs, his hands running all over me, "Fuck, I love feeling your skin tremble"

His arm wraps around my waist, holding me tightly against him, his body leaning over me, firmly against mine, his free hand reaching out and holding mine, fingers locked together

He moves deeply and ecstacy blinds me as I fall over the edge

"Hongjoong", I cry, spasming around his length as he keeps fucking into me

After a few strokes, he buries himself inside, his perfect cock throbbing, warm cum shooting inside me

Filling me so pleasurably

I love when he cums inside me, love feeling his cum inside, love feeling full of him

"So good jagi, fuck Jo", he moans as he unloads in my cunt

When he's finished, he pulls out but stays against me, pressing kiss after kiss to my neck, moving my sweaty hair off my face

"My baby, such a good girl for me", he praises, "Always does so good"

I smile, taking the praise

I want to be good for him

Always

"I love you so much Jo", he murmurs in my ear, pressing a kiss to my temple, "You have no idea how much I love you"

I do because I love him just as much

"I love you Joongie", I answer, lifting our hands and kissing the back of his, "More than anything in the world"

I'm immediately picked up, spun to face him and lifted on the table

He kisses me and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his body against mine

His arms wrap around me as his tongue plays with mine, my fingers softly running in the blonde side of his hair

A pounding in the door doesn't stop us from kissing each other as Mingi yells, "Are you guys done? We have a photo shoot to finish and I want to go home!"

We giggle into the kiss, pulling away slightly for Hongjoong to yell, "Yeah I'm coming. Shut up!"

He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss then pulls away

"C'mon jagi, before the big babies start getting whinier"

Giggling, I nod and hop off the table, getting my clothes on

When I'm dressed, I go to him and help him fix his clothes to the way they were before I took them off him

"You're good baby", I tell him

He smiles, kisses me, then takes my hand and leads me out of the room

We get back to the set, San rolling his eyes

"It's about time", he huffs

"Yeah fuck on your own time", Jongho snaps

I'm a little surprised at their reaction since they all fuck during breaks

"Shut the fuck up", Hongjoong growls, "I've had to hear all of you fuck your girls for hundred of years and never said anything. And when I finally do it with someone I love you have the balls to say shit? Fuck off"

No one says anything, Jongho, San and Mingi staring at him wide-eyed

He turns to me, tucking my hair behind my ear, "Don't listen to them ok? They're dumb ok"

I just smile at him, nodding, "Don't worry baby, I'm good"

Honestly I don't care about anything they say

I was with my baby, feeling good with my baby

If it bothers them, that's not my problem

He smiles, kissing me softly

After, he walks back to the guys glaring at them as he gets in position for his pictures

I go and sit with Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang and Wooyoung's wives

"Hey Jo", Sh/w/n/ calls, "Don't pay attention to those three idiots. I was fucking Seonghwa too and they were crabby about it"

Wy/w/n nods, "Yes they're upset because their wives couldn't be here today and they didn't get to fuck right now"

"They were the only ones who didn't get any", Ys/w/n laughs, "They're jealous"

I shrug, "Well I'm not going to feel bad about it. We wanted to be together and there was a break. It's not like we were fucking out in the open during the photo shoot"

"Right", Sh/w/n agrees, "They need to get over it and wait until they get home to get laid"

I giggle along with them, Yh/w/n smiling

I can't tear my eyes from my Joongie, the faces he makes during the posing so sexy

He glances at me quickly, smirking and winking

Oh he knows he's gonna get ridden so good when we get to his apartment

I know he'll continue to tease me throughout the rest of the shoot to guarantee it

And I'm so ready for it, knowing he's gonna be the one begging later tonight

[stormblessed95]

Hey Storm,

I know you answer asks about lgbtq community and have posts about and just things regarding the community and I had a few things I wanted to ask your opinions on

Recently I saw someone say that you can’t be transgender without body or/and gender dysphoria I guess concluding that they have mental illness, the person did say that they <transgender individuals> did in fact have mental illness. I guess I just wanted to know whether they are picking on transgender individuals or being truthful?.. to some extent….?

I’m not sure but this has been racking my brain for a while so I wanted to see your view on it. I hope I didn’t word anything wrong I’m trying to be sensitive of the topic and I want to clarify that these are not my views or things that I side with especially if it is of bad nature. But please help me with what you know

Mmmm okay, this is hard for me to fully speak on because I am a cis woman. I'm not trans, so I feel like it's a little important for me to stay in my lane a bit. What I will say is that without seeing the original source of whatever this person said that are quoting, it's hard to see what they mean. But from the wording, it does seem like they were trying to dismiss trans people by calling their identity a mental illness. Unless I'm reading that wrong.

Here's what I know, trans people, due to feeling like they arent the gender they were assigned at birth, as well as just our fucked up society in general, do often have more issues with their mental health than cis people do. Which can also just stem from being "different" in a society that condemns differences in brutal mean ways.

Being transgender is NOT a mental illness though. And saying it is would be outdated and wrong. I would recommend doing more reading and research into it if you want, I think this is a good start here, which i found with a quick search:

I'm sure someone else might have even better resources to share too. And just being willing to be quiet and listen is the best way to learn about an identity you don't have but want to be respectful of. Listen to the trans people around you, even if it's just in online communities and what THEY say. Not what other cis people have to say about it. You can't speak confidently on experiences you've never had.

I'm glad you feel like I'm someone you can trust to ask questions to though. That is what I want this space to be. I hope this helps you get started in learning more!

[enrapture]

I know ur bi & since ur single whats ur type in men specifically?

I'll make a list! but go in depth. sorry this is a lil long.

-I struggle w/ certain things like adhd, anxiety and trauma so they gotta understand that and accept that and if they still like me afterwards then there ya go lol

-I like depth, fuck the small talk. be different. for ex: lets talk paranormal stories.

-if you’re too distant I’m uninterested lmao

-someone who takes care of themselves. (eats their veggies/a decent amount right, their vitamins, drinks water, works out kinda is just generally in shape. etc)

-men that don't make fun of my likes/hobbies/special interests but try to understand them whether they dislike them or not maybe do research/ get into them bc they know i like them and like seeing me happy.or at least make the effort to hear me boast about them idk fuck. just general understanding would be fuckin cool.

-effort effort effort that shit is fucking sexy as shit to me.

-don't waste my time and i won't waste yours. Be direct with that you want.

-compliment meeeee, I like someone protective. If we can be weirdos together then that’s a match.

-when their words MATCH their actions.

-I'm expecting / used to people treating me like shit. surprise me and be a GOOD PERSON to me in my life lmfao.

-good at communication and know how to healthy communicate their thoughts and feelings, wants and needs no matter how difficult

-men who don't fucking lie. worst thing you could ever do to me is lie, make fun of my interests, talk shit about me, be toxic and manipulate me and use me among gaslight me etc etc. 100pts. I'm very selective with who I let into my life, I have trust issues due to trusting the wrong people and got burned for it many times. scarcity is value. Don't make me regret my decision. men who don't hurt my feelings!!!

-men who like me for more than just my body. who like my personality and shit so much more. 1000pts

-i don't like clingy but i also like the healthy amount of quality time spent together so. I don't need to talk 24/7 i guess but we do gotta see one another a few times or make lil dates or something in order for it to work. it can't be constant to nothing at all. healthy balance???

-I avoid fuckboys like the plague but i can't help but fall (emos, musicians, skaters, skinny, fit, nerds, the funny weirdos LOL. that sorta vibe. etc)

-men who are genuine. gentle. yet aggressive (when its the right time to be) who care about me, support me (call me out on my shit if its not healthy or if im just misinformed and will KINDLY inform me and help me understand/enlighten my way of thinking. Intelligence is soooo incredibly attractive to me, if you can teach me something in some form Its 50pts in my book.

-men who send me stuff like "this reminded me of you, I know youd like this" etc who get my sense of humor and make me laugh. Who try to cheer me up if I'm sad. Men who are open minded, loving, sweet, mean well. caring mmmm

-men who realize mistakes happen and that growing is a process, healing isnt linear as I would with them. Growing out of unhealthy habits and changing for the better:) there is always room for growth.

-if you tease me / are playful / bully me kinda I'll probably end up crushing on you. I like me that are smooth talkers.

-connection is cool, men who have similar hobbies or interests (I like anime, cinephile, video games, reading, art, concerts, exploring, hiking, camping, writing sometimes, music, content creating sometimes, social media stuffs, baking once in a while, photography...) etc. you dont have to have the same exact interests I would prefer you to have your own set to show me that would be cool. but I do like having interests to bond over specifically though lol.

-i guess for an example of men (their body types / personalities) I like are: timothee chalamet, awsten knight, ryan gosling. (abs, arms, hands, eyes, mouths) hnnnnnng everything so sexy FUCK.

-I like men who arent egotistical dickheads. confidence is nice, but if you think you're the shit and are entirely full of yourself youre absolutely disgusting.

-men who are respectful, hold the door, arent afraid to call / video chat. upfront and straight forward, who don't play mind games. direct. sometimes buy me gifts or surprise me with them (I've never had anyone do that. my last relationship they only cared about trips.) nothing wrong with that I liked the trips we went on but i like feeling appreciated idk physical shit is nice too. call me shallow. I like gift giving/ receiving. I do like going on trips but we hardly went on any lol. living is expensive.

-idc how you dress, what you do with your body. don't tell me what i should be doing with mine.

-be my best friend first I don't like rushing. get to know me as i will you slowly over time. lets take our time and feel it out. Who knows it may not be what we want later on. some people like jumping into something immediate. I have to write it out lmfao. that i do not want that or am looking for that. idc if we have "history" or not.

-everyone has things deemed as red flags, struggles, issues, immaturities etc. Lets not be assholes and judgmental pussies. but lets understand and try to grow past them and become healthier better versions of ourselves after all our inner child would want that. change is necessary don't stick to negative habits. be fluid.

phew, I think thats all I can think of at the top of my head atm.

[sunlitmcgee]

teaser 2/? for HWHBH chapter 95!

TWS: Physical/mental/emotional abuse, nonconsensual underaged drug use(it’s a potion, so that’s how I’m counting it), threats of abuse/violence, themes of loneliness/fear of abandonment, intrusive thoughts, parental anxiety, vaguely described gore, implied consumption of raw meat. Themes of dissociation plus psychological horror. Manipulation, memory issues. Generally just exile-typical warnings across the whole board. Also descriptions of spider/insectoid traits for Shroud, but not in a horror context, so hopefully that’s okay!

Please let me know if I missed any! @proudfreakmetarusonniku I have you more of your boys. They damage me emotionally but well, that’s how we get catharsis sometimes. Teaser is below the cut!

 “Mah?” Shroud asked, tilting his head curiously.

 “Hi,” Tommy smiled.

 Shroud’s eyes were eight ruby orbs that sparkled like the rippling blue sea.

 “Mah…” He chittered. His mandibles poked out while he blinked but didn’t look away. His face was completely focused.

 You trust me, Tommy thought, horrified by what should’ve been a warm, tender revelation. You trust me. You love me because I’m your father. Because I’m your parent. You come to me for all the things you need and for help whenever you start to struggle. I love you, really, and I know that I would never do anything on purpose that could hurt you in any way…

 …but…

 Tommy swallowed. Shroud continued to stare as the water touched his little foot. He gasped. “Wah?”

 His eyes all turned to look down at the source of the sudden cold sensation. He looked very surprised. His eyes were all big and it was clear he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to think. Tommy imagined that he’d be very afraid to do this with anybody that wasn’t him.

 “Is it nice?” He asked into the ocean’s windy silence. “Does that feel good?”

 Shroud stopped and took a second to decide. “Mmmm….wah!”

 He kicked and sent up a tiny spray. He stopped. He considered. He lifted his foot and looked at it, took it all in, tracing the lines that marked the bits of fur that covered its wrinkled underside as he blinked and squinted into the blinding, bright sun. 

The fur was actually a bunch of tiny, silvery-colored hooks that could be used whenever he wanted to climb around and be a little goofball. His go-to method involved climbing onto the ceiling late at night before he let go and dropped right onto Tommy’s head. Oh, his boy…

 It wasn’t long before Shroud gave another kick. “Wah-ah! Wah-ah!”

 “Water?”

 Shroud nodded and tapped his mandibles with a pointed click. “Wah-er! Wahhhhh….er!”

 The next splash he sent up was a dazzling spray of iridescent silver. It peppered the sea that danced against Tommy’s waist, and he laughed, because really now.

 Why am I still so damn afraid of being anything like him?

 Turns out that the answer came rather easily.

 Because he ruined me.

 The sun was hot. Tommy’s skin started to itch.

~~~~~~

 “Are they really not coming?”

 “No, it doesn't look like it.”

 “Buh…but why? How?”

 “I guess they just decided not to show because they don’t care or whatever. They’d show up if they cared, Tommy. If they were your friends, they’d be here so we could have a bunch of fun. But they aren’t. So…guess that means that you’re stuck with me since I’m your only real friend ‘cause I’m the only one that’s here!”

 Tommy didn’t know what to say.

 Well…actually, he did.

 He wanted to say bitch, cunt, fuck, shut up, be quiet, don’t say that shit, you’re a liar, you’re lying, that’s all you ever do is lie and lie and lie and lie. He knew that all of that was what he wanted to shout out…but was it worth it, anymore?

 Was it ever worth it?

 Was he ever worth it?

 Tommy’s breath shook as he seized and looked towards the nearest patch of forest. “They…they didn’t come…”

 It sounded like a confession. Like surrender. Like finally giving in.

 Dream hummed a low, hollow drone. “Well, it’s not like they care about you anyway, Tommy…”

 That hurt.

 That made him get upset.

 “Sh-” he stopped, eyes already lowered to the sand that surrounded his feet as Dream’s head cocked with a barely interested tilt. “......I’m done….”

 He said it, and then he turned to mark back up towards the small white tent because he was done with today. He stopped when Dream called out.

 “Tommy!”

 He froze midstep.

 “W…what…?” He asked, vision blurring. He turned his head and felt his muscles wind up tightly at the sight of a hulking, deep green blur. 

 “Stay here,” Dream’s voice ordered. It was said like a suggestion, but Tommy knew it was an order. “Don’t get all pouty just ‘cause you didn’t get your way. C’mere.”

 He beckoned.

 Tommy followed like a dog. Head bowed, shoulders hunched, legs weak as his knees began to wobble and limped his way over. He felt like a dog with a limp that had gone all lame. Useless. Better off dead.

 “Dream…” he started in a familiar, high-pitched creak. He whined. He was in the mood to whine, what with it being a proper blood awful day. “Dream, I just wanted them to come…”

 Dream snapped and shut him up with a single pointed glare. “And they didn’t,” he hissed, the words dark and dreadfully sharp. “They didn’t come. They clearly don’t give a shit. If they cared about you at all, Tommy, then I think they’d probably be here everyday instead of coming by one-by-one once a week to give you some junk or some shit. And you know they don’t give it to you because they want you to take it. You’re a trash can for them. You’re the trash can, this is your dump, and they’re a bunch a fucking losers who think they’re too good for you since you’ve gone and gotten yourself all dirty! Ya get all of that? Need me to spell it out, need me to hammer it all in?”

 He reached for his axe as his voice hitched with something horrific. Tommy scrambled to comply by shaking his head so hard he was sure he gave himself a week’s worth of whiplash. He shouted, words thin as he drew away his fully exposed neck. “N-NO!”

 “Then stop….bitching…”

 Dream relaxed and led Tommy away from the shore.

 They headed back towards the beach party set-up and took their respective spots. Tommy at the front as the table’s lead head, and Dream right next to him across the chair that was meant for…for…for whoever.

 He doesn’t care.

 He didn’t come.

 His breath caught when he remembered something from before. “Di…didn’t you…didn’t you say…Dream, didn’t you say, earlier, when I first gave you all the invites. Didn’t you say you didn’t give Tubbo’s to Ghostbur a-and that you gave it to him yourself? Like…like in person…?”

 Dream nodded. He seemed completely unaware of how Tommy’s entire world shattered.

 “Yeah. I gave it to him at the end of my last visit.”

 Tommy’s fingers twitched as his eyes began to glaze. He couldn't see with the world phasing out of focus. It was all just a blur. Just an off-set mix of gray and emerald green. And white…gods. He fucking hated that stupid mask.

 “And…did he……”

 Dream shrugged, already uninterested. “He said that he looked forward to it. But welp. Guess not.”

 Tommy felt sick. He wanted to go back to bed. He didn’t want to eat cake or deal with any stupid balloons. Not anymore.

 But Dream shrugged, unbothered by any of it. He scooted his chair back to get up so he stood at his full height. He looked at Tommy as the boy shrank and doubled in, knees drawn up as his hands drifted to grip at his thin, boney legs. He studied him for what Tommy swore was barely a full minute, but by the time he returned after he left to go back to the ender chest, his body was so cold and his fingers so numb. He couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel any of it.

 It only got worse when Dream handed him an oddly colored potion.

 “Drink this.”

 Tommy blinked.

 “Why?”

 The bottle was rammed into his chest so hard it was a miracle it didn’t break. Something did break, however, inside of Tommy as his hair was once again gripped and harshly yanked by a metal-gloved hand.

 “Drink it,” Dream hissed. “Drink it, and I promise you’ll feel better once it kicks in. If you don’t, you’re not gonna get your cake. Alright? Here.”

 Tommy took it. It tasted weird. Bitter, bad, sour. Like raw medicine, but somehow even worse. He swallowed it down in pained, forced gulps. Once it was finished, his face started to feel weirdly numb. Tingly. Like bugs, crawling all over. And inside.

Dream didn’t comment on the way he began to go limp. He just took the bottle and tossed it lazily over, and when it smashed, Tommy jumped up with a sudden jolt and looked at him with wide, stormy-blue pools.

 “Dream…?”

 “Here!” Dream’s voice was as light as a bright summer’s dawn as he handed him a shiny white plate with a big, chocolate cake slice on top.

 It looked really good!

 Had lots of icing and a shiny red cherry!

 There was…something there? Something reddish and a little bit pink? It was crammed inside the middle of the giant, dark brown cake where it peeked out from among the richly colored crumbs. The cake smelled fresh and like thick milk cream plus rich, dark chocolate. The red thing had a smell, too. It was weird. Kind of meaty.

 But Tommy ignored it.

 He was so hungry.

 The potion still tasted a little bitter. It tasted like swiftness from the faintly sugary aftertaste. There was something else there. Something sour. Maybe a bit of strength that’d been sprinkled in to give it that extra kick. It tasted horrible, but oh, it could’ve been worse.

 Today hadn’t been as good as he’d hoped it would’ve gone. No one came. Nobody but Dream.

 But…that was fine, wasn’t it? Yeah. In hindsight, he should’ve expected to be left alone and out in the rain. His friends back in L’manburg didn’t need him. They didn’t care. He wasn’t wanted. Not by them, assholes and wrongins’. They didn’t want him now that he was all weird and sick. The only one who did was Dream, and Dream was right here!

 He took a plastic fork and felt his numb face spread.

 “Thank you!” His voice was slightly hoarse. But that didn’t matter. Dream didn’t care, and just nodded as Tommy smiled.

 “You’re welcome, birthday boy.”

 Tommy liked that. He liked being the birthday boy.

 He loved to eat his special cake. He loved his party. He loved his best friend.

 He loved Dream.

[lvckheart]

33 34 69

33: Do you have trust issues?

Yes. I’m always expecting the worse from people

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I wish I had any idea 😭

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Mmmm I... guess... so? I believe there’s always someone out there for you no matter what

70 horrible questions

[neonbitemarks]

Cael x Lissa - Archived Thread

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“You think?” Cael drawled lazily, nuzzling at Lissa and snuggling closer, wrapping his arms around her more tightly. “Well then I guess it’s a good thing I think I’m fallin’ in love with you too, hm?”

“In my defense, I’ve never been in love before so how the hell would I know for sure?” she groused, feigning a pout as she pressed against him more firmly. “Good. I’d hate to have to kick your ass.”

“Then I’m honoured to be the first,” he murmured with a smirk, pressing a line of soft kisses along Lissa’s shoulder until he reached the crook of her neck. “You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“This means you’re not allowed to leave. Ever. I hope you realize that.” She was only half teasing, the fear of losing him like she had lost her parents always lurking, ready to swallow her whole if she thought about it for too long. “That’s because you’re whipped.”

“Yeah, I know,” Cael sighed, nuzzling her again in reassurance, knowing enough about Lissa to know about what happened with her parents and the abandonment issues it had left her with.

“Maybe? But you like that about me.”

Lissa rolled in his arms, pressing herself against his chest and hooking a leg over his, needing that level of possessive feeling closeness.

“Good.”

“Mmmm, seeing as it gets me bacon and nudity at the same time, yeah, can’t say I have much to complain about there.”

As soon as Lissa had turned around and was cuddling close to him again, Cael rewrapped his arms around her almost greedily, loving being tangled up with her like this without another care in the world as he pressed little kisses to her forehead before catching her lips.

“Mm, gotta love that bacon and nudity feel. Who else can claim they got it that good, huh?”

The affection had her melting a little, still trying her hardest to keep from trusting him entirely and failing. Miserably. There was just something about Cael that made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t since she had been a kid, back before her parents had died.

“Mmm, that’s a good question. I think that even beats out the best drugs I’ve ever been on.”

“Yeah? High praise indeed,” Cael purred with a lazy smirk, happy to hear that what they had together gave Lissa something the drugs couldn’t, and if he was entirely honest, Cael felt the same way.

“Here’s to hoping they don’t invent something new that forces me to up my game even more, cause I’ve gotten used to liking not having any competition for your attention.”

[overleftdown]

in defense of marc spector.

point (a); the attitude

THIS IS NOT A VALID ARGUMENT AGAINST MARC. he’s got the emotional capacity of an overripe coconut, i’ll give you that, but he is not hostile without reason or explanation. throughout episode one, most of marc’s “hostility” towards steven was purely pragmatic. in later episodes, marc’s main motivations fluctuate between emotion and practicality.

generally, he’s deduced that it’s important to keep steven at an arms length, this decision fueled by past traumatic experiences. he doesn’t want steven to be in contact with him, not just because of convenience, but because he believes that steven is the better parts of marc. to incorporate marc into stevens life would be, from marcs perspective, to introduce a more volatile and injured part of the system. this isnt just a system thing, he does it with layla, too. marc eventually pushed layla completely out of his life, but kept her at a certain length throughout their relationship. i think that marc’s secrecy has always been motivated by his instinct to separate himself into something more functional and something wounded. hence the formation of DID.

all of the above, in addition to; people who hate themselves as much as marc often lash out and push people away. a childhood of abuse and a lifetime of rejection has bred a man with the fattest inferiority complex. and major trust issues. add that to the list.

ANYWAYS, he despises emotional vulnerability, avoids conversations that might send him over the edge, refuses to rely on or entirely trust other people, feels entitled to protect others from himself, and pretends he is incapable of feeling pain and showing affection.

point (b); the mirror breaking scene

steven was being an annoying asshole.

but i guess i cant leave it with that, so ill just summarize really quickly: marc is juggling the possibility of ammit’s release, the threats against his wife and steven from khonshu, the threats of steven directed at him, the invalidation from steven, the crippling mental illness he avoids coping healthily with, and the sheer loneliness of his life for the last year or so.

stevens claims that he’ll make marcs life a living hell after marc has quite literally been living for the soul purpose of waking up, fighting, and going back to sleep? he’s a walking zombie, convinced that he has to hit one last checkpoint, finish one last mission, because he can finally disappear for good. at least, that seems to be his next course of action, all things considered.

so yea, he lost his shit when steven was yelling at him. its also important to note the efforts he made to comfort steven, talk him through the situation, and explain himself. all of which were ignored. idk, it just pisses me off that steven is allowed to feel emotions but marc somehow isnt?? mmmm.

point (c); layla

fork. i kinda already went over this, but i have way less excuses for the way marc treats layla, because shes never been anything but patient and kind. she hasn’t yelled at marc, or insulted marc the way steven has. you could say that marc hasnt been outright offensive or mean or demeaning to her, but he’s avoidant in a very toxic way.

e.i, the car conversation. “i wonder if i even know you at all!” “you don’t”. theres no rational excuse for this, the only explanation is marcs own internal compass, pointing him in the direction opposite of every other human being that might be healthy for him. he doesnt want layla near him anymore, he’s come to some kind of conclusion that he can’t have her. he’s never going to be the person she needs, because he’s never going to be an honest and vulnerable person.

if anything, i thinks its safe to assume that he honestly believes steven is a much better match, since he’s the better man. “but oh, marc was mad at steven for kissing layla!” yea duh, cuz marc still loves her. but can you really say marc thinks he deserves her? i’d even say that he doesn’t. marc doesnt rly think he deserves much at all. “i should’ve died. i should be dead.”

conclusion

maybe some of this is a stretch, maybe i’m psychoanalyzing too much, but people seem to be forgetting that marc is mentally ill. he is traumatized in a way you can’t fully heal from, you can only find the best way to live happily and healthily. even then, it’s hard, and it’ll always be hard.

i dont want to be that person that compares ppls mental health, but stevens formation quite literally leaves him without any of marcs trauma (from what we’ve seen, idk). steven is experiencing new things, stressful things, terrifying things; but he is experiencing them without the full weight of marc’s past experience. idk, i think its rly important to recognize that. steven is nicer than marc bcuz marc has learned to be hostile. steven is more open and honest with layla because marc has learned to hide. steven shows his fear and sadness because he was never forced to pretend.

anyways, yea. i kinda just adore marc.

[fruitydiaz-archived]

mmmm something about. “sorry about the mess but i guess it’s yours now, right?”

something about how ana clearly knew she was causing the panic attacks but didn’t bring it up until she felt threatened in their relationship.

something about how she clearly knew it was coming and must’ve for a while but never made any moves to end their relationship OR address their issues and fix the relationship. something about how eddie should’ve said something sooner but if ana picked up on it she could’ve said something too.

something about eddie in the hospital bed saying he doesn’t panic and turning to ana begging her to confirm that everything was great even though they both knew things were Far From Great. something about how she was ready to play along until christopher chimed in.

something about ana as an outsider looking in, never getting close enough to eddie. something about how she never rocked the boat (because how could she if she wasn’t close enough to eddie to do so?)

something about how. the second buck points out what eddie’s doing to ana (and how that compares to what abby did to buck) eddie ends their relationship. something about how buck pushed until he got eddie to open up. something about how eddie knew the second dr. salazar asked him how he was doing in the hospital that buck wouldn’t let it go. something about how buck doesn’t care how much he pushes eddie.

something about how eddie and buck respect each other’s boundaries but also have no problems pushing and wheedling their way into each other’s business when they need to because there’s a level of trust between them that just…never existed between eddie and ana.

[creepytoes88]

His cumslut

Letting Vinnie do basically whatever he wants tends to benefit me more then most people might think. My best friends are always saying I’m gonna regret letting him go to whatever party or anyone's house. They say he’s a hypocrite because he always has tabs on where I'm at and who I'm with honesty it does get annoying at times but he can't help that he has trust issues. I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to being his girlfriend he has had a bad past with every girlfriend he's had, all of them have cheated and every girl he got with outside of a relationship just uses him. He was very clear on how he feels about unnecessarily revealing clothes “Wear what you want but if I have to kill a guy tonight I'm punishing you when we get home.”

A very common phase he uses but that's the worst of it I don't mind telling him who I'm with or where I am, I never ask him where he is because because I know he won't go looking around anywhere else. I've explained this to them a thousand times “Well tell us why your so confident he won't cheat” I blush slightly and shrug “YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME” I look down “it’s personal” they look at each other and laugh “tell us you prude” I chuckle slightly “promise no Judgement or making fun of me!” they both hold out their pinkeys and nod “wellllll...I let him do whatever he wants-” kay laughs “Yea we know” I look down “i mean anything” I slowly look back up “what he says goes.... Don't wear clothes for the rest of the week.....suddenly I'm busy all week” they look at me dumbfounded “of course there are exceptions but I let him have complete control with the sexual side of the relationship.” I say with a small smile “and he's good at it too” they look at each other and look back at me before busting out in laughter, “no wonder your not worried...your his sex slave” I tilt my head Vinnie had never used that term with me, I grew up with Vinnie me and him went to school together we weren't close till middle school we decided in freshman that we would be best as friends. The second week him and I were in LA we went to a party and ended up hooking up I was a virgin, and I thought it was gonna ruin everything but to my surprise, we just kept getting more and more serious.

After 5 months of living in the sway house, we moved out into our little house, our sex life completely changed when we no longer had people living with us. Vinnie told me his sexual dreams of having me whenever he damn well pleased and having me wear things he likes. Vinnie makes jokes about it but in real life I'm only allowed to call him Vinnie if we're in public inside the house his name is Daddy and that alone. The first time we had a fight in the house I called him by his name and he simply picked me up threw me over the couch, he edged me for hours when he finally let me release the power of it made me faint for a minute scaring the the absolute shit out of Vinnie. ”Honestly your not wrong...he’s never called me that but I guess your kinda right” they are quite for a second so I look at them “what” they look at each other before kay takes a deep breath “are you happy though, Outside of the sex he not controlling or pushy?” I smile “oh he's perfect and so sweet to me honestly I'm more worried of hurting his feelings.” I feel my phone vibrant and then Vinnie’s ring tone I answer quickly wondering why he didn't face time me or text me “hey bab-” I hear him breathing deeply “whats wrong?” I ask with worry “I really need you to head home now baby I’ve had a very long day and I need to release some tension.”

I feel shivers go down my spine and I feel myself already starting to get wet I let out a fake sigh “alright Vinnie if it’s that important I’ll be home in 10 minutes” hoping the girls won’t think it’s about something dirty. Vinnie lets out a chuckle “they are still giving you shit about me?” I laugh “I’ll be home soon I love you” I hung up and give the girls an apologetic face “girls I’m-“ they laugh and stand up “it’s okay Y/n we don’t want him to throw a tantrum because your not naked when you get there” I gasp turning around seeing their playful faces “you guys are ridiculous.” We all laugh as we go separate ways, I get in my car rushing home I want to beat him to the house so I can keep the plan of being naked. The second I step in the house I start stripping and then as I’m about to pull my skirt off I hear a door slam. I gasp and rush upstairs flinging my clothes off just leaving them there. I hear the Door open then slam shut I jump on the bed quickly, I place my head and chest against the bed my ass in the air. I spread my legs as far as possible trying to calm my breathing my heart is basically beating out of my chest as I wait for him patiently.

Vinnie's POV

I pull in to the house and shut off the car taking a deep breath ”Vinnie it's not Y/n’s fault that Justin is a dumbass” I say to myself getting out of the car I slam the door releasing as much anger as possible before going in the house to my beautiful wife to be. I will marry this woman she's everything I've ever wanted or needed but now isn't the time for marriage or at least that's what I keep telling myself walking in to the house and slamming that door too I am already kinda feeling better I'm still fucking pissed but I'm not raging anymore I toss my keys into the bowl and take off my shoes seeing hers just tossed to the side unlike usual. I walking into the living room to see her shirt and bra on the floor I smirk and walk up to the stairs seeing her skirt and her panties along with her socks right outside the closed door. “Hello my love-” I walk in to see her bent over with her ass in the air, her beautiful flower on full display along with her cute little button. The sight takes my breath away I can see her arousal dripping down her legs “well aren't you just the prettiest view.”

I see her wiggle her squishy cheeks making me laugh a little “wanna give Daddy a little dance show princess?” I was kidding but my baby never disappoints she immediately started to shake her butt to an imaginary song I watch with my mouth open a little I truly didn't know she was capable of dancing that way. I watch in awe as she began to make her ass clap (as one does💀) I grunt as I feel my dick become impossibly hard I began to take my clothes off as I pull down my boxers. My cock slaps against my lower stomach making my stomach twist I grab ahold of it watching as large amounts of pre-cum slip out. I swiping my tip letting out a little grunt, I hear her call my name I look up at her to see her look at me from between her legs “can I help?” she asks as she bites her lip. I immediately let go and I feel another large amount of pre-cum drip down my staff again making me blush slightly no one makes me as horny as she does.

Y/n’s POV

I jump up from my spot I roll off the bed dropping to my knees in front of him I take both my hands and intertwine them with his big warm hands. First I lick up the line of pre-cum that's made its way to his balls all the way back to his tip before sinking down till he hit the back of my throat. Vinnie lets out a gasp rocking his hips against my face pushing the rest of his cock down my throat a gag comes out as a result but I continue to bob my head and suck I pull my head off taking a breath or two before opening back up and taking him all the way till my nose is pushed against his naval. The prickly hair tickling my nose I let out a small giggle “Oh fuck what was that” Vinnie moans above me and he grabs the back of my head by my hair in a fist “I'm gonna fuck your throat baby are you ready?” I nod my head best I can with his thick and long cock stuffed in my throat and blocking my airway. He pulls back till his tip is almost out before thrusting back in a popping and gagging sound come from my throat and my eyes rolls to the back of my head. I never thought I would get so much pleasure from giving a man head in my life but something about his taste and the feeling of him stuffing my throat that I just can't get enough of. Once I spent a whole day just sucking his dick he came in my mouth and down my throat too many times to count I had a little stomach bulge after and it kinda looked like a food baby. I remember Vinnie asked if that meant I was technically carrying his children now I smile slightly at the memory but I'm brought back to reality when I hear him calling my name “oh fuckfuckfuck” he pushes his cock as far down my throat as possible “Shit Y/n fuck baby!” shooting a long, and hot load down my throat I grab his hips gargling my throat around his cock making him jump and try to pull away as he continues to cum down my throat. He succeeded in pulling out and the last little bit of cum landing on my tongue “mmmm Daddy you taste so good” I say licking my lips I use my finger to the the rest off my chin and off his tummy I look in his eyes at I take the finger and put in my mouth moaning at the taste again. “Fuck Princess you enjoy that way to much don't you think?” he laughs as he lays down on the bed “my balls hurt” he laughs I crawl back on top of him kissing his cheeks and finally his lips “you taste so good though Daddy, I just can't get enough of you.” I run my hands threw his hair “give me like 10 minutes and ill make you feel so good baby” he says as he kissed my neck I sit beside him rubbing his god like body (somebody said something about licking his biceps in the comments as I kinda like that idea so enjoy)

I run my hands over his shoulders and down his arms admiring his gorgeous skin I feel the need to worship him show him just how much of a slave for him I am he doesn't need to tell me I'm his slave, I already know I am and I'm gonna show him. “Mmm Daddy let me worship you” I whine as I began to kiss his chest and shoulders I run my hands up and down his toned stomach I began to kitten lick his hard muscles sucking little hickeys while I'm at it. “Fuck Princess what did you say” I start to kiss and lick his abs my hands rubbing his hard thighs pulling away I say “when I was at lunch with the girls I finally told them the truth about why I trust you so much they called me your sex slave.” I stop and begin to leave hickeys all over his hips and sex lines his hard cock brushing my cheeks and chin “I thought about it and I agree and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way” I lean down kissing his lips “oh princess I'm gonna make you more then just my sex slave” I sinister smile runs across his face and gleam appears in his eyes “I'm gonna make you my cumslut and your gonna beg for my cum....well everywhere if I have it my way.” he says looking in my eyes I feel a blush run on my cheeks and an excited shiver run down my back “you know you'll have it your way Daddy that my job right?” I say with a cute smile tilting my head trying to look innocent Vinnie let's put a dark chuckle “I can't wait to ruin you and really turn you into my cumslut” he pulls me down before flipping us over so he's on top “you won't be able to think about anything else except the way it feels for me to cum in your beautiful body” that sentence sent a violent shiver down my spine, I just got on birth control a little over 2 weeks ago but we haven't had raw sex quite yet mostly because we wanted to be sure the birth control is in full effect before taking the chance. (let's pretend you can't get pregnant on birth control at all lmao) I guess now is better than never “please Daddy make me your cum slut” I whine hooking my leg around his hip running my hands threw his hair.

Vinnie’s POV

My poor little bunny had no idea what she was doing to me as far as she's concerned these are just words flying out of her mouth but to me they are her words of true love and true trust. She trusts me enough to control her body and soon her mind, once she falls into the state of a cumslut I know she won't be able to control her body or her mind hopefully she feels relaxed in that state. The last thing I would want is for her to have a bad experience with me being the one in charge. I push my head into her neck running my staff between her slick lips a small moan falls from her lips “thank you, baby, I won't disappoint you I promise.” I kiss her lips once more before grabbing ahold of both of her legs pushing my spongy tip into her entrance the feeling completely different from when I have a condom on I let out a low gasp. Goosebumps pop up on my skin and a shiver runs down my spine as I pull out a light popping noise is made “UGH FUCK YOUR SO TIGHT” I let out a loud moan throwing my head back. I look back down seeing my sweet girl looking back up at me with wide innocent eyes and her mouth slightly open her hands hold tight onto my shoulders without even thinking I push inside of her both of us moaning as her wet walls fluttering around my dick about sending me into orbit I quickly bottom out letting out a grunt using my free hand to move her hair out of her face “F-fuck Daddy please I want you to use me” I began to jackhammer into her feeling her wall pulse around me her loud moans filling my ears as I pick up her legs pushing them into her shoulders feeling myself go further inside of her “Da-DADDY” I chuckle “what baby is there something you want” she whines and grinds her hips into me making me go even further if that's possible. “Daddy please cum inside of me I wanna feel it” Her little body was shivering, I feel my balls tighten so I began to rapidly pound inside of her “OH YESSS IM CUMMMING” she yells out thrusting her hips up. I grunt pushing as far into her as I can releasing deep inside of her, I look down to see her tense and shivering “you ok bunny,” I ask slightly worried “i-so um I-please” I look at her slightly confused “what baby?” I say with a little laugh I see her open her eyes a little before spreading her legs again “more please.” she whines out I drop my mouth open at my cute little whiney mess “oh princess you have no clue what you just did”

I have other things coming but should I make a part 2 to this

[earthlostgirl]

Motel Nights

Faye was sitting on the bed. With a cigarette dangling from her lips. She was moving her leg slowly while fanning herself with a magazine.

"I'm hungry," she commented without looking at him, plopping down on the bed.

"We can call some restaurant," he replied. "Do you have something in mind?"

"I don't know... food," Faye said. " It's so hot I can't even think."

"You're not helping..." retorted Spike getting up from the chair, looking around the floor for his boxers. "I'm gonna hit the vending machine."

"Aren't you at least put your pants on?" asked Faye sitting up and sitting down on the bed with her legs crossed.

"Are you afraid I'll seduce some woman along the way?" Spike asked mockingly moving closer to her.

" Yeah, Spike that's my biggest fear..." replied Faye grabbing him by the chin.

He moved in to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"So ... you're still angry?" Spike grinned and gave her a sonorous slap on the thigh.

"Yep" she replied holding his gaze, while biting her lip.

"And that earlier thing was?" asked Spike again, tucking her hair behind the ears.

"Angry sex,"

"I like angry sex"

"You like sex"

"You've a point."

Faye lay back down on the bed and he lay down next to her, draping his arm and leg over her.

" Spike, please, it's too hot, let go of me," Faye turned and kissed his shoulder before pushing him across the bed.

"What do you want to eat then?" he asked taking the pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.

"Mmmm a burger..."

"With cheese, egg, bacon and caramelized onions..." he finished the sentence for her. "And fries."

Faye looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and amazement.

"I'm an observant man, sweetie."

"And you, double burger, double bacon, no veggies and the strongest cheese in there" Faye smiled proudly. "You're not the only observant one, sweetie."

Spike reached out for the phone and called the motel reception. He ordered, all without getting out of bed.

"We should get dressed," he murmured running his fingers over Faye's stomach. "Or wait naked for the delivery guy, maybe he'll give us a discount."

"Or maybe he''ll call the police," Faye replied who sat up and searched under the bed for her dress. Spike didn't bother to dress beyond his boxers.

The food didn't take long to arrive, they sat at the small table in the room and ate in silence. It made him feel uncomfortable, even though Faye didn't refuse to speak to him, nor was she distant, he felt that something was broken.

"Are you really angry?" he asked when they were done eating.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter," she replied playing with the napkins without looking up from the table.

"Then can we get on with the argument interrupted by fucking?" he asked with a grin.

Faye laughed, at least he was getting that. She got up from the table and walked over to the window.

"I haven't been with anyone else...I've tried, believe me, but when it comes down to it, I feel like I'm betraying you and it feels awful," Faye leaned against the wall, for some reason not daring to look at him.

"Me neither, if it helps," Spike said.

"I knew that," she tilted her head slightly to look at him and gave a faint smile.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"You're not a one-night stand guy," She turned to pick up the tobacco packet on the table, lit one and then handed it to him.

"I'm not?" Spike smiled touching her fingers to take the cigarette.

"You're complicated," she smiled back and lit her own cigarette.

"Thanks, I guess"

They became silent again, letting the smoke surround them, like an ethereal mist that wrapped around them like a cloak.

Spike got up from the table and walked over to her, who was still leaning against the wall. He put a hand on her neck and rested his head on hers.

"It's not that I distrust you, it's just that I'd rather know if that happens" he whispered caressing her face.

Faye wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed.

"You need to work out your trust issues," she whispered.

"Said the pot to the kettle."

Faye snorted again and broke away from him, giving him a little shove. Spike chuckled and placed his hand on her ass.

"For the record, I've had my one-night stands, a waitress at Mac's Diner, Judy, to name a few," he said smugly, with a proud chuckle.

"Judy?" Faye gave him a sidelong glance. " You make it sound like I know her."

"Yeah, the Judy in Judy and Punch," he said, raising his eyebrows repeatedly.

"The blonde from the Big Shot?" she asked in disbelief.

Spike laughed again and nodded his head.

"Sure, Spike" replied Faye sitting up in bed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. When he fell on top of her, she hugged him and kissed his nose.

"It's okay, don't believe me" Spike reached inside her dress and hugged her. "You got any celebrities on your list?"

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to answer that question."

[epicmoonintensifies]

Part One: Headcanons: A Relationship with Qrow

What have I been asked for?

Ironwood headcanons.

What have I not been asked for?

This.

What am I doing???

… This.

Have some Qrow Relationship Headcanons, Part Two!

🖤

Okay I said he wasn't a big crier but let me clarify something because by some standards, he really isn't, but comparatively–

(Listen growing up in the tribe + the anxiety he developed from dealing with his semblance combined into a trainwreck of emotional processing issues, so he very often struggles to cry when all he wants to do is have a breakdown, but–)

He sniffles and tries to hide tears when it's not the time for this, dammit, but the second he's alone with you it's big fat tears and heaving sobs against your shoulder and shaking so hard and for so long that he's wrung out and lethargic for the rest of the day because he has such a hard time crying that when he finally gets to, it's like a dam has broken.

He brings you shinies that he finds. Not any shinies, not foil wrappers and coke cans, but brass buttons and lost earrings and colored glass and anything that catches the light that is also interesting, and you can use them to decorate or craft into something else or keep in a jar because these are tokens of affection but also evidence of his funny little bird habits that he denies having, ha

Speaking of which!!!

N E S T

"I'm not actually a bird; I don't nest," he says, building a nest, which he will nest in.

Soft things soft things soft things, all together, meant to be a safe soft space, the places where The Best Cuddles happen, just hold him there until he doesn't feel like a mess.

Play. With. His. Hair. Pls.

He wants to feed you let him feed you. Or at least let him pay for the freaking pizza, okay, it makes him feel good about himself.

Nobody messes with you, because everybody knows about Qrow. Just saying.

Mmmm ravens and crows both mate for life and that translates in his human brain much more strongly than anyone would guess.

He's gonna keep you, he has too, he's never been this close with anyone before and he doesn't know how the hell he's supposed to let go if you ever decide that this isn't working out–

(There's a ring in a box that he's too scared to touch, so he waits and he waits and he hopes that you might bring it up first because how is he supposed to be braver than the knot of fear in his chest?)

He can't fly with you so he settles for a fast drive on a country road with the top down so that he can feel the wind on his face while you're by his side, but he'd do anything to give you a chance to fly.

He's good at fixing things because he was so sick of breaking everything around him and you can feel it in the rough calluses of his hands, where the work was put into making himself dangerous and effective and efficient, but he's so gentle when he touches you that it takes time for you to get used to it.

He sees you holding Yang and Ruby, tucked in at your sides, and he melts buttery-soft around the edges.

The girls adore you and end up in your house a lot because apparently anybody who can get Qrow to be a sober, not-entirely-depressed person is the responsible babysitter version of the "It's free real estate!" meme, according to Tai.

(Hey guess what, Qrow's semblance doesn't act up as much when he's emotionally stable! Who would have thought!!)

But you embrace your role as the fun aunt and treat Ruby and Yang like the darlings they are, recruiting them to help you make sweets or cheer Qrow up or play very, very important games of hide-and-seek.

He is big spoon. He is little spoon. He is whichever spoon. Pls, spoon. Big spoon kisses and nuzzles the back of your head and plays with your hair and holds you. Little spoon holds your hand and curls up against you like he wants you to squish him down small.

Let him spoooooon.

Play fighting. Play dancing? Both? Maybe. Hard to tell.

Sings. Hums. Catches little bits of birdsong while he's in one form and translates them into something comprehensible when he's human. Mostly for you.

Ohhhhhh boy does he dote on you when you don't feel well.

He might tease you a bit at first when he thinks you're just being a wimp, but if you're actually sick or hurt or on your period, he is Nurse Qrow, to the rescue.

I'm not saying that he's good at it, I'm just saying he does it.

He tries.

He can bring you water and cuddle you and make sure you're comfortable but all the food is gonna be takeout and leftovers because he doesn't trust himself to boil water, okay. His semblance isn't trustworthy and he won't tempt fate with chicken noodle soup.

You don't "go out" on dates very often because it's safer to keep Qrow in a space that you've sort of baby-proofed. You have mastered stay-at-home romantic dates, and Qrow actually loves them because he's a sap and also because dinners by candlelight and making a blanket fort and pretending it's a movie theater is… well, in the tribe, romantic pairings were a battle. This is so different and, quite frankly, the height of romance, as far as Qrow is concerned. He's convinced that you're spoiling him.

So he spoils you in return, but the the ring in the box burns and he can't stand not knowing–

He cuddles and kisses and hides his blush against your neck as he tries to find words but can't, so he just pulls out the box and hopes that you'll understand when the ring inside gleams and glitters in the dim light all he can bear to say is, "Please."

[bssaz97]

Based on our previous chat, Ruby meets male!Blake for the first time.

@darksaiyangoku, here you go buddy. I hope you enjoy! ^^

Ruby petal-burst into her room, she had narrowly escaped the gauntlet that was the new “Arc Twins” of Beacon. She needed sound advice, someone who had experience in these types of ordeals, and luckily for Ruby her advisor was here, taking her afternoon nap in her bunk.

Salvation!

Ruby: Blake! You gotta help me! There’s two Jaune’s *breathes* and one of them is a girl, *breathes* like a really pretty girl, *breathes* and now there’s two of them that are all over me, so I ran away and nowIdontknowwhattodosopleasepleaseplease! *breathes* Help me! 😭

*groans* “Could you keep it down... trying to sleep.”

Ruby immediately froze in place, realizing quickly that the person in bed did not sound like her teammate. Actually, no, it did sound like something her teammate would say, the issue being that it was coming from someone else she hasn’t heard from before.

Her wide silver eyes slowly look downwards, where she is now able to look more closely at the person in her teammates bed.

Upon closer examination this person did happen to look a lot like Blake, if she were a boy, even had cat ears. Which is probably why she didn’t notice before that this wasn’t her teammate sleeping. She wasn’t being racist, she swears!

She drifts her gaze across this male’s sleeping form, he was rather tall, more so than her friend. He had a lean form, but could tell even with a blanket cover that those muscles were toned, close to how Ren was, she would say.

Ruby’s gaze begins her way back towards this boy’s face, where she sees amber eyes staring amusedly back at her.

???: You finished?

OH NO! SHE’D BEEN CAUGHT STARING! ABORT! ABORT!

Ruby: A-Ah, Hi! Hello there! I was just looking for my teammate, but I guess I went in the wrong room! Hahaha! I’ll just be on my way-!

To her surprise though, the stranger began to laugh melodically, very reminiscent of how Blake laughs.

???: Ruby, you’re fine I’m not mad.

Ruby: H-How do you know my name?

The boy raised one of his eye brows quizzically, surprised his leader had not figured it out yet.

???: Really Ruby, I’m in our dorm room, which I wouldn’t be able to enter lest I had the scroll clearance. I’m in my bed specially and I’m talking to you like I’ve known you for months.

Ruby: ...Blake?

M!Blake: Yup.

Ruby: B-But how? I thought Jaune was the only one who had a twin. I mean, you were there for the initial testing of the experimental dust but you weren’t hit by any of it.... right?

The Faunus adverts his gaze away.

Ruby: Blake!

M!Blake: Don’t worry, I’m completely fine. Turns out the same thing happens to you no matter how much of the “splicing dust” you take or get on you. Granted it happened much quicker for Jaune while for me it took a bit longer. My sister is currently out to get us something for me to eat while I took the liberty of taking the first nap.

Ruby: This is all so confusing. Now my teammate has a twin, what am I gonna do…

M!Blake: You seem pretty stressed, wanna take a seat? *moves a bit to make a spot for the reaper*

Ruby: Mmhm.

Ruby sat down on Blake’s bed, then let out a sigh.

M!Blake: So you needed advice right? About Jaune and Joan, right?

Ruby: I’m just so confused.

M!Blake: Not sure how to proceed?

Ruby: *nods* I-It’s just… They give me so much attention, like I’m the holy grail at the end of a quest. Jaune is so forward now, Joan even more so, but they're so sincere about it too and I’ve never gotten this much attention directed at me before so now I’m-! I just got overwhelmed I guess. *sad Rose noises*

The Male faunus had his eyes closed, holding his chin in his dominant hand with a pondering expression for a few moments before a thought hit him.

M!Blake: Hm… I think I know what your problem is.

Ruby: That I’m a dork who can’t handle a bit of forward teasing?

M!Blake: *uncrosses his arms* Not that. I think what you’re through is easier to understand. You, Ruby Rose, are coming to terms of being a sub.

Ruby: ...Huh?!

Out of all the things she thought would come from Blake’s mouth, well her twin’s mouth, she did not think that would be one of them.

M!Blake: For all your life you’ve always wanted to be a huntress, a symbol of strength and dominance over the Grimm to many. You’re so used to being the “hero” that when someone else comes in to sweep you off your feet, you’re overwhelmed and shaking like a school girl who just got confessed to.

Ruby: That is what happened Blake!

M!Blake: So you’re agreeing with me?

Ruby: No! Well yes but- Grrr! You’re making me confused!

M!Blake: *laughs* Yep, you’re definitely got it bad.Sorry to say it, but behind closed doors, you’re the sub.

Ruby: Nooo!~ That’s so uncool!

M!Blake: Sorry Ruby, but it’s the truth. But don’t take it as a bad thing. That just means if you decide to accept their offer, they’ll do anything to please you.

Ruby: Eh? They will?

M!Blake: Yep. Anything you want.

The Faunus leans over and places her neatly folded cloak on the desk, the reaper having been so flustered that she didn’t even recall him taking it off her.

M!Blake: Take, for example, pampering.

Ruby: Pampering? But I’m not a baby!

M!Blake: Well not like that… unless you’re into that? *gives a side glance*

Ruby: *frowned* Blake.

M!Blake: Right. What I mean is like, indulge in your wants.

Ruby: *blinks* My wants?

M!Blake: Yeah, like say, if they started to spend more time with you, taking you to the weapon store and that arcade we saw one time in Vale you wanted to go.

Ruby: That… sounds good.

M!Blake: What if they started giving you extra strawberries for lunch because they know you love to eat them.

Ruby: *gasps!* That would be the best.

M!Blake: Bow what if they offered to give you a shoulder massage?

Ruby: Shoulder massage? Why would I wa-aaah...

Whatever words Ruby was about to utter we’re cut off as she felt two hands, his hands, began to slowly massage her shoulders.

While a part of her brain thought that she should have shoved him away, another part did not feel any harm in his movements or his facial features. What struck out to Ruby the most were his amber eyes, in those irises she found no ill will or hidden agendas. Instead she found someone that she could trust, like his counterpart and her teammate.

So Ruby relented, decided not to shove him off, and let Blake continue.

M!Blake: How are we doing?

Ruby: I-It feels ok. I could definitely see myself enjoying this. I-If Jaune or Joan made an offer to do this!

M!Blake: Mm, that’s good to know. You actually seem to be enjoying this, mind if I go a bit further?

Ruby: S-Sure.

Blake gets up momentarily, much to her dismay, but then motions for Ruby to lie down on the bed, which she did without a second thought, after all this was only a massage from a friend.

Ruby laid belly down on the bed and kindly accepted the offer of her teammate’s pillow for head support. She feels the bed shift as her faunus friend’s male counterpart gets back on the bed to kneel above her back and returns to his massaging, much to her delight.

M!Blake: Are you enjoying yourself?

The red reaper hummed in approval.

M!Blake: Excellent, try to relax a bit, I’m going to try something a bit different now.

Ruby wasn’t sure what exactly he meant but her train of thought left her when suddenly she registered feeling something sharp just poking on her back.

Unknownst to her, Blake’s counterpart possessed an ability his sister did not, he could extend his nails to the point that they became claws.

M!Blake: Ok Ruby, you ready?

Ruby: I-Is this safe?

M!Blake: You remember we have Aura, right? I couldn’t hurt you even if I had the intention to do it with these.

Ruby: Oh, right. *nervously laughs*

M!Blake: It’s ok Ruby, you’re in safe hands.

Ruby: Thank gods Yang wasn’t here to hear that.

M!Blake: Starting. Now just relax.

Ruby breathes in, relaxing her back as best as she could and-

Ruby: ‘Oh my goooooooooods!~’

Ruby started to hum sensually as the faunus started to slowly and carefully scratch her back. He wasn’t too rough but it was certainly a satisfying experience. She felt she could get lost in this moment for hours.

M!Blake: I take it I’m doing a good job? *smirking slightly*

Ruby: Mmmm!~

M!Blake: I’ll take that as a yes.

The two continued on like this for a few minutes, that was until the male Blake’s ears heard the sound of shuffling outside the door.

*click!*

Out from the door came the original Blake, a tray of tuna rolls and books in each hand, but almost fell from her grip as she saw the sight before her.

That being of her make twin and her team leader being under her.

F!Blake: What are you doing?!

M!Blake: Oh hello sister, I forgot you were coming back. Thanks for getting us food, and books! How thoughtful. Can you set both down on the desk, please? I’ll get to them in a bit.

F!Blake: FORGET THE TUNA! What are you doing to Ruby?!

M!Blake: ...Giving her a massage, isn’t it obvious?

F!Blake: *breathes* Did she consent?

M!Blake: Course. *blinks* ...Hold on. Did you think-?

F!Blake: *groans* I don’t know. From my point of view, it would have looked like anything. You’re lucky it was me who caught you and not Yang!

M!Blake: *he frowns* You know as well as I do that we’d never take advantage of Ruby in such a way.

F!Blake: I know! I know… Sorry for jumping to conclusions. What are you now anyway?

M!Blake: Giving her legs a massage. She’s really sensitive there, apparently.

Ruby: *pleased mumbles* M-More…

F!Blake: I-I see. Well Jaune and Joan have been asking me if ups had seen her around anywhere so you better wrap this up before we have a major misunderstanding.

M!Blake: Fair. Although you seem upset about something else though.

F!Blake: I have no idea what you mean. *her eyes looked away from him*

M!Blake: No, something is definitely bothering you. I can tell.

His gaze followed to where his sister was staring and he soon realized that she had her eyes locked onto the person that was underneath him.

A lightbulb flicked on.

M!Blake: *smirks* Wow, I wasn’t aware we were capable of jealousy.~

F!Blake: Who said I was jealous?

M!Blake: Oh please, it’s written all over your face. Why are you basically lying to yourself?

F!Blake: …..

M!Blake: Oh I get it. You’re disappointed she let me give her a massage instead of you.

F!Blake: You can’t read my mind…

M!Blake: Like I need to, you and I share a similar mindset.

The male Blake ceases his massage, then gently pats Ruby’s shoulder to grab her attention. Which he had already since he stopped her flow of euphoria.

Ruby: *whimper* W-Why’d you stop?

M!Blake: Sorry Ruby, but it seems like we’re switching for now.

Ruby: Eh..?

He carefully steps off the bed, once he’s off he looked at his sister expectantly.

M!Blake: Well? Gonna keep her waiting?

F!Blake: W-Wait, huh?

Ruby: Blake... I don’t want my massage to be over yet!~

Blake couldn’t believe what she was hearing, her team leader and brother were expecting her to… the former a massage. Her hands rubbing her peers’ skin and muscles, like a masseuse. Her face and brain were heating up as it was taking a bit of time to process.

Ruby: Blaaaake!~ Please…! I want more!

F!Blake: …. ‘Fuck it.’

Without another word, she got on her bed, sat in a kneel over the young reaper waiting for her massage to continue.

She looked at her hands for a brief moment before taking a breath, steeling herself as she took the dive.

Ruby: Mmm!~

F!Blake: ‘Yeah, this is definitely worth it.’ -///-

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Satisfied, Part 49

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Marinette chewed on the inside of her cheek anxiously as her watch beeped to indicate that the Gala was starting. She gave Chloe about thirty minutes to enjoy herself and then sent the text behind her back. It didn’t matter if anything she said was legible, Chloe would understand.

The alleyway was completely silent as she waited for the familiar sound of a text tone. She looked up at the sky. The stars overhead twinkled. It was a perfect, cloudless Christmas night... and she was going to be spending it in an alley, then in a warehouse, then attempting to prevent a massacre. How fun. She should be enjoying her time with her boyfriend, dancing at a Gala, but apparently it wasn’t meant to be.

She drummed her fingers across the brick behind her, her irritation spiking. All that work on an outfit for herself and Chloe only for them to get about thirty minutes of use total. Man, if only she could have gotten the bunny miraculous from future Alix. That would have been a good thing to know ahead of time.

Ding!

She was pulled from her stupor and sighed, mouthing the words. Kaalki sprang to her glasses and she felt the familiar rush of energy as she transformed.

And, with that, she was off into the night. Her hand dipped down into her pocket to brush the miraculi she’d brought along. She had a plan, she reminded herself, it just all needed to work out. All she needed was a bit of luck --.

Ah. She was screwed.

Her boots clicked on the rooftops as she made her way through town.

The receiver in her ear beeped and she touched her hand to it.

“Ready, Mari?” Said Jason.

“Not really.” A grin broke across her face despite the circumstances. “If we’re all dying tonight I’m gonna be honest.”

“Don’t say that! You need to be more optimistic!” Said Dick.

She snickered. “Mmmm, fine. Either way, I’ve kinda known you guys’ identities for a while. You Waynes really aren’t as slick as you think you are.”

She used the stunned silence as a chance to turn down the volume on her comm. She’d need it.

There was a chorus of people yelling some form of ‘wait what?!’ and ‘how?!’ and, even with her volume on the lowest setting, she still winced and brought a hand up to her ear.

“I’ll explain later.”

If she could.

But, hey, Dick said to be more optimistic and she could at least keep morale up by pretending like she thought everything would work out.

She hummed lightly as the henchmen came into view. She leaned over the side of the rooftop, watching them wander around aimlessly in search of her. She pressed a hand to her comm. “Right, I’m gonna deafen.”

Everyone mumbled their ‘goodbye’s and ‘good luck’s. She smiled and changed her setting.

Her feet hit the ground and waved to the henchmen. “Right, right, I’m here.”

She doubted they would tranquilize her this time, considering they’d want her in her best shape to keep her portals. So, she beamed as they walked towards her.

She let them force the bag over her head and raised her eyebrow as they led her through the streets on foot. Maybe they were just tired, but that didn’t mean that the tiny difference in routine didn’t give her an extra little dose of anxiety about the whole situation.

But then they pulled the bag off her head and she was in a warehouse. And Harley tackled her in a hug as usual. Everything was fine. She barely even wheezed when she hit the floor, used to this by now. She grinned and hugged back.

“So, is there anything we need to do before we head out?” She asked, resting her head back against the cold stone. Harley had moved off of her by that point but, hey, she was tired and she didn’t want to get up.

“Nothing in particular,” said Riddler, scrolling through his phone idly like always.

She smiled at him. “Cool, I got you something.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Guess.”

He broke into a grin and turned around in his chair to face her. “Do I get any hints?”

“Only that you wouldn’t need any to solve this kind of puzzle.”

He seemed to think for a while, then rested his head on the top of his chair. “It has to fit in your pockets even with your hands in there, so… a rubix cube?”

She tossed him a Megaminx magic cube. “Close enough.”

He caught it and started fidgeting with it, a smile on his face.

Harley pouted. “I can’t believe he got a gift. I’m your favorite!”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Well, he always looks bored. If you were bored all the time I’d give you something, too.”

“Ha! You didn’t say I wasn’t your favorite!” Said Harley, grinning as she pumped her fist in the air.

She rolled her eyes and rested her head on an arm. Her eyes flickered around calmly and she came to realize that everyone was still in the middle of the room. “Where’s Joker?”

“He’ll be here soon,” said Penguin, a hint of distaste in his tone. “He’s busy with his hair.”

Her shoulders relaxed and she allowed herself to close her eyes. “I’ve always wondered if he just woke up like that or not. Y’know, with the chemicals and all.”

She felt someone come over and lay their head on her stomach and she peeked an eye open to see who it was and then closed her eyes again. Catwoman. Cool.

She rested an arm over her lazily. “You really are like a cat, huh?” She teased.

“Hey, sweetheart, promise me something?” She heard the woman mumble.

“Sure,” she said, sobering a little at the serious tone.

“We all agreed that, if things don’t go well, you aren’t allowed to come save us.”

She frowned. “Um… what?”

“You’re a kid. You need to promise that, if we start getting captured, you have to run. Or portal, whatever. Don’t try and save us. Get out. Okay?”

Tears threatened to come to Marinette’s eyes. Man, couldn’t they all just be terrible people to their cores? She wanted to just put them in jail like she did any other random criminal she stumbled across with Damian, but they just had to be nice to her.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice tight. “I promise.”

She felt her nod. Or, maybe, she was just burying her face further in her stomach. Either way, Catwoman must have heard because she didn’t press the issue further.

She didn’t even realize she had fallen asleep until she was nudged awake. And by ‘nudged awake’ I mean she was kicked in the shoulder so hard it probably would have broken if she wasn’t in costume. Nonetheless, she still cursed and brought a hand over to cradle it. “Ow? What the hell was...?”

She opened her eyes to see Joker standing over her and her voice faltered. She fought the urge to scramble away in fear, her eyes flickering over his mask. “Uh… Joker, sir, your… face is upside down…”

“It’ll be a great punchline, trust me.”

She nodded slowly and pushed herself up.  “Portal time, I’m guessing?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” said Penguin.

Everyone lined up so she wouldn’t have to make a super wide portal so early on. She was second to last, between Harley and Joker, and she could feel him staring at the back of her head. Her skin crawled.

She took a deep breath. Right. This was going to work out. She just had to… be optimistic.

Damn. If only it was as easy as Dick made it seem. She steeled her nerves.

“Right, good luck, everyone!” She chirped.

She opened a portal at the front and everyone filed through.

She closed the portal behind herself and they made their way through the house. The heels of their shoes clicked against the stone floors as they slipped through the halls. But this was quickly drowned out by the sound of people chattering.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek anxiously as they stepped out into the courtyard. It was always weird when a silence came over a room, because it was never all at once. Silence rippled through the courtyard until the only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat.

And then the screaming started.

Marinette closed her eyes and opened the portals on either side of the manor, blocking the gates. People stopped running to watch the blue portals stretch over the wrought iron. A few brave souls tested the portals to see what would happen and then came back out the other side.

The Rogues went to work, darting through the crowd in search of children. She saw Catwoman climb up a wall with inhuman speed and begin to use a lasso to pull kids out of danger.

Hey! Wait a minute! Marinette’s hands found their way to her waist and she cursed. Fine. She didn’t need a weapon, not as NightMare.

Unable to do much else, she settled for running around and grabbing kids like everyone else. She would grab as many as she could carry, vault over the wall, set them down and apologize profusely, then jump back over for more. She didn’t want to go quickly, she needed the bats to have a bit of time to give plausible deniability, but she was kinda on a time crunch...

Her eyes wandered over people, searching wildly for a familiar red suit. Honestly, why were there so many people in bright red? It’s really not a flattering color and -- there!

She found Chloe hiding out in a corner, probably waiting for the bats, and rushed over. Her gaze flicked over her hairline. She’d smashed her bug. Good.

Marinette grinned and dug into her pockets and held up the bee miraculous. “Tradesies?”

Chloe’s eyes widened and Marinette fastened the pin to the girl’s hair, then pulled the earrings off of her.

“This matches your outfit way better, anyways,” she chirped, giving a tiny wink before putting on her earrings. It felt great to have them again. She grinned. “Tikki, Kaalki, unify!”

“Good luck, right?”

She grinned. “Of course, Queenie.”

They pressed a kiss to each other’s cheeks and darted off in different directions.

Marinette couldn’t show up as a mix of Ladybug and NightMare, and she needed to keep the portals up, but that didn’t mean that she could just sit around doing nothing at all. She settled for jumping onto the roof and yoyo-ing a few people to safety when no one was paying attention.

She felt someone behind her and whipped around, her hand coming up to punch them, only for them to dodge.

She relaxed when she saw it was only Tim. “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s my fault for just standing there! That was creepy.”

She giggled. “It’s fine, sweetie.”

She felt his fingers interlock with hers and a tiny smile made its way across her face, only to fall as they looked out over the sea of people.

The Rogues were nearly out of kids to take to safety, it seemed. Chloe was on the outer edges, shuffling along and attempting to get as many people out as possible without being spotted.

Their grips tightened on each other’s hands. It was starting to hurt but neither of them were eager to let go just yet.

She swallowed thickly. “How much longer?”

“We’re waiting until they get the kids out, since they’re already doing it for us.”

She nodded slightly.

And then they heard gunfire. Their eyes flicked back down to see Penguin shooting people with an umbrella. It might have been a comical sight if he wasn’t mowing down people at an alarming rate.

She felt Tim’s grip slacken on her hand and held tighter. He paused and she reached out, taking his face in her hands and pressing a short kiss to his lips.

“Good luck,” she murmured.

“One of us has to have it,” he whispered jokingly.

She gave a quiet laugh and let go. He gave her a tiny wink before hopping down.

She surveyed the battlefield, trying to ignore the pools of red and concentrate solely on the vigilantes and Rogues. It was about one-on-one, but the bats did slightly outnumber the Rogues.

Didn’t mean much when they were refusing to kill anyone, though.

She bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Just a few more minutes, she only had to wait a few more minutes…

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Me: oh the Gala stuff will probably be like 3-4k words max so i’ll just have it all in one chapter

Also me: takes 2k words to get through the first part alone

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[ressyfaerie]

I always had Yuriy/Takao as a small (but mighty) ship. I also have a guilty pleasure of Kai being jealous of said ship. Unable express his own feelings and say what he wants to say. Only for Yuriy, who he always surpassed in terms of skill, be able to do all those things and more. All I ask is some sugar on the lips, and some salt in a wound.

I LOVE THIS, because, I’ve actually done this AU before (Takao being intimate with yuriy (And also Alt. AU where he is intimate with all the majestics(yes, the whole team, fight me))) and Kai becomes suuuuper jealous. I’m a bit confused if “Only for Yuriy, who he always surpassed in terms of skill, be able to do all those things and more” means he is jealous for yuriy, or if he is jealous of yuriy for being able to do these things with Takao- it sounds more to me to be the latter (Kai is jealous of yuriy for being able to do these things with takao even though he’s always surpassed him in terms of skill), which would make this tyka, and I am a BIG fan. If you were off anon, I’d be able to message you about it to clarify, but I’m going to go ahead and proceed with a tyka version, I hope that is alright! :D I’m going to have fuuuun with this. (Some NSFW content, but it’s not too bad)

His red hair was still wet, most likely from a shower recently.

“Why are you here?” Yuriy demanded. 

The four-time world champion fidgeted, a lack of confidence didn’t look good on him, “sorry for coming so late…” 

“Yes, but why are you *here*?” 

“You have this hotel room alone right? Your teammates aren’t staying with you?” Takao shuffled his feet. 

“Yes, I’m alone, why do you care?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Takao, are you going to tell me why you are here, or not?” Tala glared at him, it was a bit scary. 

Takao sensed his anger, he turned around, “forget it- I’ll talk to someone else.” He grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it.

Yuriy had leaped off from where he was sitting on the bed and shoved the door closed strongly with the side of his body, blocking it, so Takao had no way out. 

“What’s your issue world champion? Are you here to steal information about my team? What are you getting at-” 

Takao raised his voice, “No! It’s nothing like that!” 

“So, spit it out.” 

Takao could feel heat waves roll off his skin. 

“I won’t let you leave without telling me,” Yuriy locked the door, still maintaining his position. 

Takao’s lip curled, in a low voice, he asked, “You like boys right?” 

“Excuse me?” Yuriy was taken back, did he hear the rumours? 

Takao yelled this time, not realizing how loud he was, “You like boys right!?” 

“Geez, keep it down would you?” 

Tala’s expression challenged him, but Takao knew he was too far ahead to go back now. 

“So, do you?” He asked, this time calmly. 

Yuriy sighed, “it depends who’s asking.” 

“Me.” 

Yuriy tilted his head side to side in deep thought before answering, “I’ve been with men before. I’m twenty after all, I’ve had experiences.”

Takao nodded, happy with the answer. 

“Why do you care?” Yuriy made sure to come off threatening, he couldn’t have him telling everyone. 

Takao sat on the edge of the bed, “how did you know? Like- When did you learn?” 

Yuriy pushed himself away from the door, sitting in a chair across from him, “that’s a tough question… I guess years ago, why?” 

Takao had his hands folded, he had his thumbs in a battle of thumb war, “Can I tell you something?” 

“Spit it out, blue-haired freak.” 

“Ha!” Tyson laughed, then turned serious again. 

“I’ve never really felt anything serious for girls- I mean I’ve tried… I don’t know, no one has- really… Stuck out to me?” Takao’s persona changed, “I’m almost nineteen and I’ve never had a girlfriend because I’ve never wanted to.” 

Yuriy was surprised, by his tone it sounded like he had been holding this in for a long time. “Have you told anyone else?” 

“No one.” Takao admitted glumly. 

“Why me? Why not the Euro team, or anyone else?” 

“I’m not sure- I guess because if you told anyone, no one would believe you.” 

Yuriy had to admit, it was a smart play. His history would make it so no fan would believe him, and any competitor would seriously doubt him, but he knew Takao trusted him, but he understood the security to have a failsafe in place. 

“The most important question to ask yourself… You say you don’t like girls because you’ve had no feelings for them, what about boys?” 

He saw Tyson’s face go beet red right away. 

“So, that’s a yes then?” Yuriy grinned, it was actually entertaining to tease the bluenette that was usually so put together. 

“Maybe- for a few people. Maybe not- I don’t know.” Takao shook his head, “what’s wrong with me Yuriy?” 

Takao started to get upset, Yuriy scanned the room not knowing what to do with this. 

Yuriy decided to get off the chair and head towards the bed, sitting beside Takao. Takao was leaning on his knees with his head in his hands. Yuriy placed his hand on his shoulder. 

“There is nothing wrong with you.” 

Takao broke out of his trance and brought his head back up, looking right into Yuriy’s eyes.

“Thanks…” He stared into his blue eyes, it was dead quiet in the room, “hey, Yuriy can I try something?” 

 Yuriy knew what he was asking, it was a bit much, but he could do it. Plus, he was loving his look tonight. He wondered if he got dressed up just to come to his shitty hotel room. 

“Sure, but it doesn’t leave this room-” 

Takao immediately pushed himself forward, pressing his lips against his. Yuriy felt a tear roll down his cheek, wetting their lips slightly. It was Takao that initiated everything, even if Yuriy wanted to, he wouldn’t have got the chance. 

Yuriy unconsciously reached for the back of his neck to go further, he pulled away, noticing it was too much. 

“Hah…” Takao let his hot breath roll over Yuriy’s mouth as he pulled away. 

Yuriy didn’t expect his breath to smell like strawberries. 

Takao pulled himself closer to him, their thighs against each other. 

“What do you think?” Takao whispered, “am I?”

Yuriy spoke the truth, “probably, it sure seems like it. We can’t really know for sure- but you sure were eager.” 

“Sleep with me.” 

“Excuse me?” Yuriy was in shock, this little gayby was almost too confident. 

“You don’t have to. I thought you liked it…” Takao smiled, he used his hand to touch Yuriy’s chest through his shirt, “I want to go further, I want to know.” 

Yuriy blinked in astonishment, Takao ran his hand through his soft red hair. 

“We’d have to keep it a secret…” Yuriy closed his eyes as the hand in his hair threw him into a trance. “Mmmm… No one can know-” 

Takao grasped his shirt and reached behind his neck pulling him towards himself, he was leaning on the bed with Yuriy over top of him. 

“Is this your first time? You’re so confident.” 

“It is, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” Takao admitted his deepest darkest secret, “I’ll need your help to guide me.” 

“I think I can do that…” 

Kai was worried. Takao was so distant lately. He had the option to join the Demolition boys again or join the Bladebreakers, he chose the Bladebreakers since his friendship with Takao was growing stronger, but now he was disappointed. Takao never seemed to be ‘all there’. Even when he was practicing, he was simply going through the motions, but his mind was somewhere else. 

Kai, being the good team captain and maternal figure of the group, decided following him would be the best way to figure out what was wrong with him. 

 He could have just tried asking him, like a regular person, but he had the feeling whatever was going on with Takao, he wouldn’t share with him. He wasn’t confiding in his team, or family, Kai worried it was serious, and he was determined to help his friend, because- in Kai’s mind, this could break his winning streak. 

He lost him last night after he left the dojo. He stayed out all night. He came back early in the morning so the rest of the team didn’t know he even left. Kai cursed himself for losing track of him, but he definitely wouldn’t today. 

The next championships were too close for Kai’s comfort. If Takao didn’t get his shit together soon, they could easily lose the championships. 

Today, everyone trained in the BBA building with some other teams, getting reacquainted and registering for the tournament. 

He cautiously followed Takao around, on the surface he looked normal. He greeted all his old friends, shook hands, hugged, all regular Takao stuff. Kai shuddered, knowing under that cheeky smile was an inner turmoil he couldn’t decipher. 

Takao continued talking, Kai was tired. All this socializing was too much for him, he went to the locker rooms to grab his stuff, Takao wasn’t leaving anytime soon, and the place seemed to be clearing out. He wouldn't leave him long, he would be right back. 

The locker room had aisles of lockers, he had stuck his bag in a corner compartment. He opened a locker and sighed, closing it gently. He rested his forehead against the cold metal. He stayed there for a few moments. 

He heard the door fly open. 

“Takao?” A voice echoed through the empty room. 

He recognized the voice as Yuriys, he didn’t walk out of the aisle to greet him, he stayed for a moment in silence. Kai wondered why he was looking for Takao, of all people. 

He heard Yuriy’s heavy footsteps in the locker room, looking around before the door opened again. 

“Yuriy? I heard you were looking for me?” 

Unmistakably Takao’s voice. 

Yuriy’s voice grew in anger, “did you tell!?” 

“No? Of course not? Why would I do that-” 

“I heard someone talking-” 

Kai couldn’t make out the rest of what Yuriy was saying, but he was clearly upset. He heard Takao’s soothing voice reassuring him, and he slowly began to calm down. 

“I’m sorry, I misunderstood.” 

“It’s okay Yuriy, we are just both on edge, as long as neither of us mentions anything, no one will know.” 

Kai could hear the smile in Tyson’s voice. He sounded so genuine, it was the old Takao he knew so well, he wanted him to use that voice with himself again. 

“I want to talk to you about last night.” Takao started a different subject naturally. 

Kai focused on their conversation. 

“We can’t talk about-” 

“There’s no one in here right?” Takao spoke with his honeyed words again. 

“No-” 

“Was it okay?” Takao’s voice turned worried. 

Kai felt a tingle on his skin, he felt overprotective, what was going on between them? 

“You were amazing actually- I wasn’t expecting you to be that good. You did well.” 

Kai begged mentally, ‘please be talking about a bey-battle…’

Then, Takao giggled, a giggle Kai had never heard before, it was foreign, cute, it felt like he was… Teasing. 

Kai heard a thud against a locker, he heard sounds he had only heard in movies. He was positive they were kissing. 

He didn’t know what to do, stay? Go? They couldn’t find out he was here the whole time- There was another exit behind him, he could leave without them noticing. 

Kai slowly slid his feet on the ground, leaving without a sound, letting the door close silently behind him. 

He started walking down the hall, picking up speed, until he was running at full pace, out of the building and into the street. 

He stopped in an area he didn’t recognize and propped himself against a wall in an abandoned alleyway. 

“What the fuck-” He hid his eyes from the world with his forearm, “why Yuriy? Why him? It’s not fair- I’m far superior to that guy- I’m stronger, I’m more intelligent, I’m even more attractive- Why Yuriy?” 

His eyes widened when his brain finally formed the thought he had been struggling with for years: 

“Why not me?”