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hayakawalove · 2 months

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I'll Get My Way

Summary: Suguru wants to punish you for being a brat, but Satoru has other plans.

A/N: I need them both to fuck me up. I thought I posted this here already, but I can't find it anywhere. More poly Satosugu for you guys.

TW: Brat taming, Cunnilingus, Sex Toys, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Gay Sex, Dacryphilia, Teasing, Oral Sex, Polyamory, D/S Dynamics, Female Reader, AFAB reader, Praise Kink, Vaginal Penetration

W/C: 5,326

Most of the time, you never caused trouble. Causing trouble was something reserved for Satoru. Suguru was grateful for it. He didn’t think he could handle two trouble makers if he was being honest. It was hard enough to keep a tight leash on Satoru, there was no way he could keep you in line as well.

That didn’t mean you never acted out, though. Most of the time you were Suguru’s angel. His princess. Key word being: most of the time. And it so happened this week you decided you wanted to rebel.

It all started with grocery shopping at the beginning of the week. Suguru believed it was an honest mistake, really. He sent you out to pick up specific things for dinner. There was even a list clutched tightly in your hands when you left. He didn’t need a lot for the recipe as you already had some of it at home. But there were key ingredients written down that he did need. Ground beef, garlic, eggs, among other things. It was a dinner Suguru had been waiting to try for a long time, and he was really excited to see what your and Satoru’s reactions would be. Except when you came home you didn’t have ground beef, garlic, or eggs. You didn’t have anything on the list in fact. The bags were filled with random food items that looked good to you around the store. Definitely not something Suguru could make into a decent dinner.

It was an honest mistake, he was sure of it. But the second you saw his eye twitch, there was something that went off in your eyes. It was like the brat inside you was suddenly awoken after being dormant for so long.

You began to see how much you could get away with before he snapped. Your next stunt was directed towards Satoru.

The two men had gone out for the day and Satoru was beginning to get antsy. He got like that if he didn’t have his usual amount of sugar. Lucky for him, there was one piece of chocolate cake waiting for him at home. Satoru whipped the door open and saw you sitting on the couch, the only remnants of his cake was frosting that laid on your lips.

After Satoru had a melt down, Suguru caught your eye and he noticed a gleam in it. Daring him to do something. He decided it would be more torture for you if he didn’t do anything, so that was his plan.

That was his plan, at least. The final nail in the coffin happened on a bright Saturday afternoon. It was cleaning day for everyone, but you were nowhere in sight. Suguru noticed the sink full of dishes and the unmopped floor and he let out a sigh. He looked everywhere in the house, and finally found you spread out on the bed. Your phone was in your hand while you idly scrolled.

Suguru stops in the room and breathes out your name.

Your eyes flick up then return to your screen.

“Why aren’t you cleaning?”

You adjust yourself on the bed.

“Didn't feel like it.”

Suguru felt heat begin to radiate through his body. He wasn’t really mad at you, but every time you or Satoru was defiant just for the sake of it, he could feel every hair on his body stand on edge.

“Didn't feel like it?” He repeats and you nod lazily.

Before you can do anything else on your phone you feel a large warm hand wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. You let out a yelp, your phone flying away from you.

The reaction you were looking for all week was right in front of you. Suguru leans over the bed, one of your ankles tightly in his grasp. His brows furrow in concentration, his eyes dancing across your face. You feel your skin break out in goosebumps, a low roll of excitement burning in your stomach.

“That’s what I said.” You counter, not backing down from his eyes, no matter how much your brain begged you to.

Suguru grabs ahold of your chin and you feel your stomach drop. He stares you down waiting for you to waver but you never do.

“You’ve been a brat lately.”

“Have I?”

Your lips twitch in a small smile. Suguru leans down closer to your face, towering over you. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. Black bangs fall down, careful caressing your face. His eyes drop to your lips and back up. Sometimes it was scary not knowing what was going through Suguru’s head. For the most part it never bothered you, but he could be so calculating. His lips lightly trace over yours, not pressing down hard enough to be considered a kiss.

“You know what happens to brats, don’t you?”

You spread your legs inviting him in. His hand slides down, guiding down your body. You can already feel the desire for him begin to pool in your stomach.

“No, what happens?” You say.

Suguru’s hand lands itself in between your legs, his palm pressing down over your shorts. If you wiggle your hips just right, you can feel it relieve some of your ache.

He listens as you try to press up into him harder, a pathetic sight.

He tears his hand away and looks up to see your reaction. He can see a quick flash of desperation cross your face before it quickly leaves.

“Okay.” You try to play it off.

He knows you want a reaction. You want him to punish you. Lose control. But brats don’t get what they want, do they?

Suguru stands up and leaves, leaving you laying dazed and confused on the bed. He comes back shortly though, with your other boyfriend dragging beside him.

“Suguru! I was-“ Satoru complains but instantly gets cut off.

Suguru pulls him to the front of the bed and smashes his lips against Satoru’s. Satoru moans softly and stiffens up, before melting into the touch and reaching out to hold Suguru.

You can’t pull your eyes away. The view in front of you was irresistible. Their lips were locked, hard bodies pressed against each other. Tongues tangle together and you can faintly hear Satoru panting. You weren’t sure what Suguru was getting at, but you couldn’t complain at the view.

Satoru reaches a hand out blindly, grabbing around until he reaches around your ankle. It was sweet, you thought. Satoru always did something like that when he was getting attention from Suguru. He never wanted you to feel left out.

You lean into his touch, your body filling up with need. Suguru reaches out and pulls Satoru’s hand back from your leg, interlocking his fingers with Satoru and pulling both of their hands to their bodies.

Before Satoru can question anything, Suguru breaks the kiss. Their foreheads touch while looking into each other's eyes.

“Don’t you think she’s been a bad girl lately?” Suguru murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear.

Satoru’s eyes flick over to yours briefly before colliding with Suguru’s once more.

“She has, hasn’t she?”

You feel your heart drop. Usually Satoru was defiant, never one to jump on the bandwagon. It was bad enough when Suguru punished you, but when it was both of them it was insurmountable. They worked in tandem so well, always leaving you dizzy.

Suguru hums, his lips brushing against Satoru. If you weren’t eyeing them so closely, you would’ve missed the shiver than ran up Satoru’s spine.

“I’m thinking maybe she should sit this one out.” Suguru continues.

Satoru pulls his head back and turns it to look fully at you. You weren’t aware of how desperate you already looked. Hair a mess from being dragged across the sheets, wide eyes, and a heaving chest.

“Don’t you agree, Satoru?” Suguru says.

The way Suguru says Satoru’s name makes your mind blank. It was filled with so much lust, you could barely take it.

Satoru cracks a grin, his eyes slowly tracing your figure. He turns back toward Suguru and nods, pressing his lips against his once more.

You want to pout and complain but you knew they wouldn’t pay any attention to you. Once they both put their mind to something, all you could do was enjoy the ride.

Satoru was more ravenous this second time around. His hands frantically pull Suguru closer to his body. Satoru presses a hand against his cheek while the other winds tightly against his waist. Suguru tangles his fingers in Satoru’s hair while the other hand slides down his body.

The room felt increasingly hot and all you could do was wriggle on the bed, impatient and needy.

Soft moans fill the room along with lips smacking. Your mouth felt dry as you watched them. Your hips wiggle from side to side subconsciously. You had two of the most beautiful men in front of you and it left you breathless. They rip each other's shirts off, pressing their toned bodies together. Suguru’s nipple piercings drag against Satoru’s body, and you can see Satoru’s brows furrow in response, his body shuddering in pleasure.

Satoru’s hand trails down and unbuckles Suguru’s pants. The two quickly shove the garment down, allowing Suguru’s cock to jump free. The sight made your mouth water. Not only were their faces beautiful and their bodies irresistible, their cocks were something sculpted by the gods themselves, you were sure of it. Your hands shook with the need to reach out.

Satoru tries to pull away from the kiss, Suguru’s lips following his. His teeth latch onto Satoru’s bottom lip, pulling it before letting go. Satoru groans, opening his eyes to reveal a hazy look.

He looks up at Suguru while sinking to his knees. Your eyes follow his body, watching his hands roam Suguru’s legs and stomach.

“You gonna play nice today?” Suguru questions, idly running his hand through Satoru’s hair.

“Figured I might give it a try for once.” Satoru says.

His tongue sticks out, laying flat against Suguru’s tip. You liked watching Satoru give Suguru head. He was really good at it. It made you think about what their sex life might’ve been like before you.

Satoru stares up at Suguru while licking his cock. His hands drag up Suguru’s body, running past Suguru’s belly ring. He grabs onto his waist and pulls him in closer to his mouth.

Satoru wraps his lips around the head of Suguru’s cock, slowly taking in more. Suguru’s breath hitches as he watches his cock envelope into Satoru’s warm mouth. It only takes him several seconds before Satoru’s nose is buried deep in Suguru’s pelvis. If the light caught perfectly, you could see the spit shining on Satoru’s chin.

Neither paid you any mind, your heavy breathing going unnoticed or ignored. Your legs shuffled against each other, your elbows propping you up.

If they wanted to, they could go at it for hours like this. You weren’t sure how evil they were feeling today.

Satoru groans, feeling Suguru’s cock hit the back of his throat. He gags a little before pulling back, all the while his tongue strokes against Suguru’s cock.

“Okay guys, I get it, you can s-“ You begin.

Your words die in your throat once you see Satoru’s lips release Suguru completely. Strings of spit connect the two, a sight so lewd you thought you might’ve died and gone to heaven.

Satoru looks at you from the corner of his eyes, your dazed gaze locked on his mouth and Suguru’s cock. He tries to suppress a smile. The two of them knew how riled up you got when watching them, but they weren’t expecting you to be this caught up.

Satoru glances back to Suguru, already finding his eyes trained on him. He wraps his hand around Suguru’s cock, slowly stroking it while he licks the underside of Suguru’s tip. As composed as Suguru looked, Satoru knew the truth. He could tell in the way Suguru’s fingers twitched at his side, how his shoulders tensed every time Satoru slid his cock in his mouth.

Suguru might like to pretend he was this stoic man, but to Satoru he was an open book. One he’s read many, many times before.

Satoru’s eyelashes flutter when he takes Suguru’s cock in one more time. He bobs his head faster than before, driven only by the cloud of lust that loomed over his head. If it weren’t for Suguru pulling his mouth off, Satoru would’ve continued for hours, always finding himself completely at home in between his partners legs.

“Bend over for me.” Suguru says breathlessly.

Satoru smiles, standing up. He watches as Suguru saunters away to the bedside drawer, looking for a bottle of lube.

Satoru turns around facing you fully, his facade almost dropping when he meets your eyes. The expression is one he’s well acquainted with, as you wore it often. Your eyes were peeled wide open, lips trembling and parted. Your body fidgets under his gaze. You looked torn between holding up your bratty persona, or saying fuck it and begging for them. He thought it was cute how desperately you clung to pretending to be unbothered. Satoru would like to say he looked like that too when he got in his moods, but he knew he didn’t. Satoru didn’t have the patience to keep it up. If he wanted something, he cut the shit and wasn’t afraid to get on his hands and knees and beg.

“Poor baby.” He cooes at you, leaning forward.

He leans over close to your face, his presence instantly overwhelming. You scramble back, your body only stopping once you hit the head of the bed.

“You could have this too if you only weren’t such a bad girl.” He pretends to pity you. He doesn’t, not really.

He crawls on the bed, fully getting into position for Suguru. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his.

“I don’t need it.” You boast, hoping your trembling voice doesn’t give you away.

“No? You don’t need it? You don’t need me or Suguru? Bunny, I’m hurt.” Satoru pretends to frown.

He inches up further, caging you in with his arms. You keep your chin held high, despite the fact his bright blues were seconds away from making you crumble.

“Let’s see if that’s true.” He says.

Satoru stuffs a hand in your shorts, the action causing you to jump. His fingers quickly find their way inside your underwear, the fabric soaked.

Satoru groans loudly, his lips parting. His eyes remain on yours while his long finger skims your slit, dipping down into your hole.

The tip of his finger sneaks into your pussy, the stretch making you throw your head back. Satoru likes playing with his food first, so he takes his time in seating his finger in you fully.

Once his finger was fully sheathed in you, he curled it up. You raise your hands up, the last bits of control you had, ebbing away. You refuse to grab onto him and ask for more.

“Oh bunny.” He moans obscenely.

Satoru slowly drags his finger in and out, each time his finger retreats you want to yell. You couldn’t focus on Suguru anymore. A dull hum of pleasure flows through your veins. Satoru slides a second finger in to join the other, easing both back in.

Satoru pumps his fingers inside you, your walls clinging desperately to him. He loved when you were a needy, teary eyed mess, pouting for attention. The only thing he loved more than that was when you were bratty. He liked seeing you put up a fight, pretending not to be their good girl. It made it all the more enjoyable when you finally gave into your desires.

The only other person who enjoyed it more was-

“Satoru.” Suguru’s stern voice comes up from behind Satoru.

You’re filled with emptiness when Satoru pulls his fingers out of you. Satoru turns his head back and grins at Suguru.

“What? You were busy.”

“I was gone for less than a minute.”

“I gotta keep myself entertained somehow.”

“Can’t do that and keep your hands to yourself?”

“No, she’s too tempting.”

Suguru grabs onto Satoru’s hips, dragging them back a bit so he’s no longer looming above you.

Satoru feels cool liquid drip over his ass. Suguru grabs his ass and spreads it, watching the way the lube drips down coating Satoru’s hole.

He rubs two fingers over his asshole, keeping a firm grip on Satoru. Satoru’s head hangs low, waiting on bated breath as Suguru presses his fingers in.

Why start off slow? He needed to be inside Satoru now.

You moan softly at the sight in front of you, the air feeling too hot. Satoru looks up at you, pressing his ass further back. He really wanted to see you naked. Satoru knew they were supposed to be punishing you, but it felt a bit unfair to punish himself too.

“Take your clothes off, give Satoru something to look at.” Suguru says.

The heavy tone of his voice makes your body move by itself. Your clothes are torn off, tossed over the edge of the bed. Satoru licks his lips once he’s met with your exposed body, your dripping pussy put on full display in front of him. Suguru moves his fingers faster, his eyes peering over to look at you. Your hole looked something desperate, wet and clenching around air. He was hoping Satoru wouldn’t rile you up more, but maybe his expectations were too high.

Satoru fully expected to feel Suguru’s cock press against him, but Suguru stepped away from Satoru.

Suguru dug around and found a toy, a dildo comparable to Satoru and his size. He handed it to you, your eyes jumping back and forth between him and the toy.

“Since Satoru couldn’t help himself.”

You grab it and pull it close to your body. You were grateful to have something fill you up, but you wanted it to be Satoru or Suguru, not this.

Suguru settles himself behind Satoru once more, lining his cock up with Satoru’s hole.

Satoru eyes you hungrily as you trace the toy down your slit, your eyes low.

Suguru presses the tip of his cock into Satoru, making him let out a shaky breath.

The second Suguru pushes inside Satoru, you press on the toy sliding it into you. Satoru’s salacious moans fill the room as Suguru pulls back and slams in once more. Even though the toy was close in size, it wasn’t comparable to the two men.

Your hand works deftly at plunging the toy inside your heat, the sight in front of you egging you on. Satoru’s hands clasp at the bed sheets, a permanent expression of pleasure drawn on his face. He watches you intently, focused on the way your pussy stretches around the toy.

His head bows down and he purses his lips, letting some of his spit collect before it slowly descends on top of your pussy. The extra fluid only makes the toy glide easier in you, feeling even better than before.

“Satoru, oh-“ You moan. The sight was borderline pornographic.

Your head falls back, your chest heaving as you try to breathe.

“Eyes on me bunny.” Satoru tries to make his voice sound even, but Suguru wasn’t letting him.

You gather all your strength and look forward. The toy plunges deep inside you, grazing against your sweet spot with every movement. It felt like some kind of cruel joke. You had two impeccable cocks at your disposal, but you were forced to use something fake that couldn’t amount to even half the pleasure they would give you.

You catch the way Suguru’s hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of white hair. Satoru whines, the feeling pushing him closer to the deep end. Suguru reaches around Satoru’s hips with his other hand, running his palm over Satoru’s cock. Satoru moans loud, hand shaking against the bed. He grabs your calf, dropping his head and pressing his face into the muscle. You feel hot breaths in succession beating against your leg.

Satoru’s legs shake from the pleasure. He felt like he might be able to compose himself, but then Suguru’s soft touch reached down to slide against his balls.

“Fuck, Suguru…” Satoru moans breathlessly.

Suguru holds Satoru’s balls tenderly while slamming into him from behind, the sight in front of him making his head fog. His two babies, absolutely ruined in front of him.

“So tight Satoru, you’re such a good boy aren’t you?” Suguru cooes down at him.

Tears bubble in your eyes, desperate to receive the same praise as Satoru. The toy pushes into you, making your palm graze your swollen clit. It needed more attention, it ached something fierce.

Your fingers from your other hand trail down, skimming over your clit. Your moans increase in volume, snapping the men from their daze.

“Hey, keep your hands to yourself.” Suguru orders. He had only allowed you to use the toy, nothing more. Suguru slams his hips forward once with more force, causing Satoru to push forward.

His asshole ached from Suguru’s ministrations, but he never would dream of telling him to slow down.

A low whine emits from your throat, the idea of leaving your clit be made you want to cry.

“I don’t remember giving her permission to do that, do you Satoru?” Suguru questions, slick eyes staring into you.

Suguru was a kind man, a soft man, but when he wanted to he could be terrifying.

Satoru’s breath falters as he tries to regain some semblance of composure.

“Hngg, n-no I didn’t, didn’t give her permission, fuck…” Satoru stutters out.

You tear your hand away and instead grasp at the sheets below you.

Suguru looks down at Satoru and watches how his back flexes. His shoulder blades curve as he holds himself up, clinging to some sense of sanity. He can practically feel how bad Satoru’s cock ached beneath him.

Suguru removes his grasp on Satoru’s balls, jutting his fingers in front of Satoru’s lips. He doesn’t even need to speak for Satoru to understand what he needed to do.

Satoru lets spit drip from his mouth, collecting on Suguru’s long fingers. Suguru hums contentedly and brings his hand back, coating Satoru’s sensitive balls in the spit.

Suguru rubs them gently while pushing into Satoru’s ass.

You watch Suguru’s fingers clench Satoru’s hair tightly, no doubt a low thrum of pain shooting in his scalp. Your hand aches at how it needs to be contorted to fuck yourself, but you were too needy to stop.

You wouldn’t be able to cum like this, and maybe that’s why Suguru was okay with letting you do it.

You had one last weapon in your arsenal, and you hoped to god it would work.

“S-satoru.” You mewl pathetically.

Satoru’s eyes fill with more lust if that was even possible, and you watch as he pulls away from your calf.

He looks at you through heavy white lashes, trying to keep his gaze focused on you while he pushes his upper body up. The skin on your leg already missed his touch.

Suguru might want to reprimand you, but Satoru might give in.

“Yeah bunny?”

You slow your hand down, fucking yourself at a languid pace.

You moan out, craving something to push you over the edge.

“What do you need?” Hard eyes set on you.

“Need more Satoru, please baby, please.” You wiggle your hips down, attempting to fuck down onto the toy.

He gives a small grin before moaning out once more. He had a tough job, juggling two positions. He needed to look strong for you, but it was hard to do that when Suguru was decimating his insides.

Satoru lets Suguru keep him steady by his hips while he reaches forward, hands wrapping around your waist and dragging you down. Your pussy is placed directly under his face, and the sight was enticing.

“Oh honey, you’re dripping.” He groans.

His ass jiggles against Suguru’s hips. Suguru heaves out a heavy sigh as Satoru leans down, licking from the base of the toy all the way up to your tortured clit.

“Ah! Thank you Satoru thank you!” You plead.

“Satoru.” Suguru reprimands, pulling his hand from his hair to get a better grip on his hips.

Suguru saw it coming really. Satoru liked the idea of punishing you, but he never was able to do it. Satoru gave into his desires too quickly every time. At least Suguru was able to save some face, refusing to give in until you learned your lesson.

Suguru’s fingers press into Satoru’s hips, while he pistons himself forward. He could feel Satoru’s walls clenching down on his cock, making it almost impossible to pull out.

You squirm around the bed trying to push the toy inside you while Satoru licks your clit. His soft pink flesh draws circles around your clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Let go.” He murmurs against you.

You reluctantly let go of the toy, digging your teeth into your tongue. Satoru takes over and wraps his hand around the base of the toy, slowly beginning to fuck you with it.

“Shit, fuck, Satoru wait!” You groan, not sure whether you want to arch into his touch or away from it.

He keeps himself propped up with one hand while using the other to drive the toy further into you. He’s mesmerized by the sound it makes, closing his eyes and letting his tongue guide him. Your squeals fall on deaf ears as he fucks you with the pseudocock, listening as you get closer to the edge.

Suguru feels Satoru’s ass clench around him as he gets more turned on by indulging in you. He can tell he’s close to the edge and all Suguru can focus on is spurring him over. He speeds his thrusts up, hearing the way Satoru groans into you.

“Gonna cum for me pretty boy?” Suguru pants, feeling his cock twitch.

“Yes, yes suguru!” He whines, sloppily licking your folds.

“Say it again, correctly this time.” Suguru throws his head back, his eyes closing.

“Yes sir, gonna cum for you, gonna cum hard, fuck, please!”

Satoru erratically fucks you with the toy, the pace dizzying to you. You want to beg him to slow down, but you don’t think he’d be able to hear you over the sounds of his moans. You don’t think he’d listen anyway.

Suguru pulls Satoru’s ass back, shoving him over the edge. Satoru whimpers as his cock twitches, cum shooting out dirtying your sheets below. As he cums, Suguru groans and forces himself to look down. He wanted to last longer but there was absolutely no way he was going to. His face pinches while he cums deep in Satoru.

Satoru slows down as he tries to regain composure, but you’re so far off the deep end that pleas fall from your lips.

“Please don’t stop, please more I, I-“ Tears fill your waterline, your body breaking down from being teased for so long.

Satoru looks up at you, a new sense of energy filling him immediately. He places slow soft kisses around your pussy, your body twitching each time he makes contact. Suguru hisses as he pulls out of Satoru, eyes glued to the way his cum begins to drip out of his hole.

Satoru crawls closer to you on his knees, finally stable enough. One of his hands starts to slowly build up speed with the toy while the other holds your thigh up, keeping you spread for him.

“I got you bunny.” He soothes, dipping his tongue out to lick against you.

You’re so far removed that you don’t even notice Suguru until the bed dips beside you. He sits next to your head, his beautiful hand smoothing your hair. You whimper, head leaning into his touch.

“Satoru’s so nice to you baby, don’t you think?” He asks.

Your words are incoherent at this point but he thinks you murmur an agreement.

“Gonna reward him then? Cum for him?”

Satoru’s eyes flick up to see your response and the look on your face almost sends all the blood draining back to his cock. You look wrecked, torn apart. Your hair was disheveled, tears staining your cheeks.

You prop yourself up once more by your arms, needing to see the way Satoru pleasured you. He was a beautiful, beautiful man.

Suguru wraps one arm in front of you, crossing over your chest to stop you from caving in on yourself. His other hand drapes around you, trailing up your hot sticky skin. You grab his hand and bring it close to your lips, desperate to have something fill your empty mouth.

Suguru watches, always amazed at how you somehow got sexier. His two fingers fill your mouth, resting against your tongue. It helps your moans from spilling out, instead getting buried against his skin. Suguru’s pinky and thumb hold each side of your cheeks while he slowly finger fucks your mouth, watching as Satoru sucks your clit.

You claw at the arm containing you. You wanted to curl in on yourself, you were quickly finding all the attention to be too much. Satoru speeds up his hand, tilting it so the toy beats against your sweet spot each time it enters. Your body tenses as you feel yourself cum, body scrambling beneath their strong hold.

Suguru slowly drags his fingers out of your mouth but continues to hold you as you settle down. Satoru pulls the toy from you and licks up all your spilt cum. Your body stills in Suguru’s hold, your sniffling being the only sound in the room.

Satoru places the toy to the side and helps lay your legs down. Seconds ago your body was brimming with electricity, but now you felt burnt out. Suguru leans down and kisses your head, standing up to move you so he can sit fully on the bed. He never once lets go of you, and picks you up to place you on his lap once he’s sat. He holds you as you tremble in his grasp, all emotions from the moment finally washing over you.

“You did so good, baby.” He whispers, holding you tight against his chest.

You nod and look up, meeting his gaze. He wears a soft smile as he fixes your hair for you.

“Did I?” You ask, sounding hopeful.

“Yes, you were perfect for us.” His eyes trace your face as if he needs to memorize each individual line. He does this even though he already committed them to memory years ago.

“I’m sorry for being mean to you guys, I didn’t…” You try to hold back tears, regret flooding over you.

You didn’t want to be mean to them, and the idea of hurting their feelings weighed heavily over you.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Suguru presses a kiss to your lips.

“Punishments aren’t a bad thing baby. Sometimes you just need to be reminded, that’s all. Everyone can be a brat sometimes, just ask Satoru.”

“Hey, I heard that.” Satoru grumbles, shuffling in bed, sitting beside Suguru.

“I know you did.” Suguru tilts his head back and gives a small smirk to Satoru.

They both share a quick kiss before returning their attention to you.

Suguru initially preferred to watch you be forced to watch them, body screaming for their touch, but he was content with what happened as well. Each time you fell apart for them was something he loved.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you bunny.”

Heat rises to your cheek and you wrap your arms around their shoulders, burying your face between them.

“I love you both.”

Being a brat hardly worked in your favor.

But maybe for tonight it did.

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spaceman-earthgirl · 4 months

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Maggie knows something is up. She knows her girlfriend, she knows her tells, and she knows Alex is hiding something from her.

She’s not worried, because Kara is involved, and maybe that should make her a little worried but she’s come to find that anything to do with Kara usually just ends up being food or Lena related.

But since Maggie loves a good mystery to solve, she decides to do a little investigating herself.

Turns out, she doesn’t actually need to, because Alex gives herself away pretty much immediately.

First, it’s the dog food Maggie finds in the cupboard as she’s looking for a new bag of sugar. Then it’s the list of names she finds written on a notepad in the kitchen, and then finally she overhears a conversation between Alex and, who Maggie assumes, is Kara.

As soon as Alex hangs up the phone, Maggie can’t help but ask about a few things she’d overheard.

"A leash and collar? Why?" She says, suspicious as she looks over the rim of her coffee mug.

Alex freezes and Maggie has to fight to keep a straight face. Does Alex really think she’s being subtle?

“I...uhhh...”

“Who were you on the phone with?” Maggie prompts.

“Kara...she wants a dog.”

Maggie narrows her eyes. That is a pretty plausible scenario, and Maggie would probably believe Alex, if not for the way she’s avoiding eye contact.

Alex looks down at her watch. “I have to go, I’m meeting Kara, but we’re still on for lunch?” Alex asks.

“Of course,” Maggie replies. At least Alex’s suggestion of a picnic in the park for lunch makes a bit more sense now.

Alex walks around the kitchen island. “I’ll see you later,” she says before giving Maggie a lingering kiss, dog and lunch and everything else forgotten for a moment as she chases the contact when Alex tries to pull away.

“Bye,” Alex laughs, pressing another quick to Maggie’s lips.

Maggie watches her go, missing Alex as soon as the door closes, already excited for lunch. With their busy schedules they don’t get to spend nearly as much time together as Maggie would like.

Maggie would put money on the fact that Alex is going to surprise her with a dog. Maggie’s not sure why it’s a secret but it’s cute her girlfriend is trying to surprise her. They’ve talked about getting a dog in the future, so it’s not completely out of left field that Alex would get them one. They’ve talked about everything together. She knows she’s going to marry Alex one day, this is just the first step.

---

When Maggie arrives at the park, her heart stutters in her chest when she sees Alex, standing beside a picnic blanket, a picnic basket and flowers set out on the blanket beside her.

“Hey,” Alex greets her, smile shy as she lets Maggie pull her into a hug.

“Hi,” Maggie smiles. “What’s all this for?”

“Can’t I treat my girlfriend to a nice lunch?” Alex asks, tangling her fingers with Maggie’s.

Alex gives Maggie’s hand a tug and Maggie follows the gentle command, taking a set beside Alex.

“I got all your favourites,” Alex says, opening the basket and for a moment, Maggie feels like she might cry.

“I see you said “got” and not “made”,” Maggie points out.

Alex rolls her eyes.

“I’m teasing,” Maggie smiles. She waits until Alex is looking at her again. “Thank you, for all of this.”

“Always.”

Maggie’s heart stutters in her chest again, she knows Alex means it.

It’s after lunch, before they’ve eaten the dessert Maggie spied in the basket earlier, that the mood shifts and Maggie knows what’s coming when Alex starts to talk, clearly nervous.

“I actually had another reason for inviting you here today,” Alex begins, reaching into her pocket. “I’ve tried to keep this a secret from you so I hope you’re surprised.” She pulls out a box and Maggie gasps, she doesn’t need to be able to see inside to know what’s in there. “Based on your reaction I’m assuming I managed to keep it a secret.”

Maggie prides herself on being a good detective but even she didn’t see this coming.

“Maggie,” Alex continues, reaching out to take one of Maggie’s hands, box held in the other. “I love you. I never thought I’d get to feel like this but then I met you and you changed everything. When you first kissed me, I knew then and there I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re my favourite person, you’re my best friend, you make me so happy, and, if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Maggie is nodding before Alex even gets the words out.

“Marry me?”

“Yes,” Maggie blurts. She doesn’t even need to think about it, she’s known since even before she kissed Alex that she was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

They’re both grinning as Alex shakily slips the ring onto Maggie’s finger and as soon as the ring is on, Maggie reaches out and tugs Alex into a searing kiss.

“I love you too,” Maggie says into the kiss, and it’s only when she pulls away that she realises she’s crying.

“Did I surprise you then?” Alex asks, wiping Maggie’s cheeks with her thumbs.

Maggie smiles. “You did.” And then something clicks. “Wait, what about the dog?”

Alex laughs. “I needed something for you to focus on while I planned this. I figured a little mystery would do the trick.”

“So, we’re not getting a dog?” Maggie asks, oddly disappointed now that the idea had felt tangible.

“I mean, it was just meant to be a distraction but we can definitely still get a dog. I’m sure Kara would love that, she spent the whole time being sad it was just pretend.”

“We do have a bag of dog food at home,” Maggie points out. “Did you really just buy dog food so you could propose to me?”

“That is not the story we’re telling people.”

Maggie laughs. “No, the story I’m telling people is that my fiancée is secretly romantic and planned this whole picnic, including an elaborate distraction, so I wouldn’t figure out what she was up to.”

Alex smiles, and Maggie knows it’s because she slipped the word ‘fiancée’ into the sentence. It makes Maggie feel the same. “Maybe I just really wanted a dog,” Alex teases, but even as she says it, she glances down at the ring on Maggie’s finger.

Maggie looks down too, admiring the small ring and how it looks perfect on her finger, like it was made for her. “Marry me and we can get as many dogs as you like.”

Alex laughs. “I’m totally okay with that.”

---

They get married six months later, their dog bringing the rings down the aisle. Maggie thinks she’s the luckiest person in the world.

#supergirl #sanvers #maggie sawyer #alex danvers #sanvers fanfic

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A Valentine For One {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Toys, lingerie, fingering, vaginal sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex, feelings

Comments: Your roommate is supposed to be working late for Valentine's Day. Leaving you alone to play with yourself thinking about your crush on him. Until he comes home early and interrupts.

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“I think I might have to move to a cheaper place.” Marcus admits, staring down at his coffee in the break room, sighing slightly as he takes a sip. Getting to D.C. and settling in had been harried, the offer to become the head of the Art Crimes Division at headquarters had been an honor. Plus, when he had believed that Teresa was coming with him, he had splurged for a larger place, believing that they might even start a family but she had changed her mind and he was left with a townhouse he couldn’t afford forever and it was too big for just one person.

“Why don’t you get a roommate?” Stevenson asks, his own coffee cup in hand and he looks over from the counter at the man who had known him since the days at the academy. It had been a stroke of luck to run into his old friend and he enjoyed having breaks with him. “You know you live in a hot neighborhood. I wouldn’t give up that place for anything. If you put out the word that you will take one on, I bet roommates will be lining up.” “A roommate, huh?” Marcus doesn’t hate the idea, but he doesn’t love it either. His house is his space to unwind and some people are weird about federal agents. “I think I would probably be more comfortable with someone who works in law enforcement.” He admits. “Wouldn’t have to squabble about guns in the house.”

You sigh as you walk into the break room, phone in hand as you absorb another missed out opportunity for an apartment. Nearly every ad you’ve answered has already been taken. The government newbies are snapping them up and you curse your ex boyfriend for owning his house and kicking you out after he cheated on you. You are couch surfing at best right now, struggling to find a room, let alone an apartment. Everything is expensive as hell and you are close to giving up. “Everything okay?” Marcus, your sweet department head Marcus, asks and you shake your head, slumping down in the chair opposite him.

“No. My ex cheats on me, kicks me out, and I’m left struggling to find a place to live.”

“You're looking for a place to live?” Marcus straightens up and stares at you. Unsure why he didn’t know about this, but he doesn’t expect you to pour out your life story to him if you don’t want to. “I-“

“Marcus was just saying that he needed a roommate.” Bryan butts in, shooting his friend a grin and raising his brows. “Some would call that provenance.”

Your eyes widen, “you have a room?” You ask.

Marcus nods, “yeah. It’s a townhouse. Has two en-suites and a third bedroom I use as an office. Was supposed to be for me and my fiancée but that - it didn’t work out. You want it? I need someone to help out with the bills, place ain’t cheap.” He shakes his head and you instantly nod. Marcus is a kind man, a sweetheart, and yet he’s very straight forward. You know he will be a great roommate/landlord and you desperately need somewhere.

“I’ll take it.” You tell him and he chuckles, “I haven’t told you how much it is.”

You shake your head, “I can’t imagine it’s more than what some of these assholes want. I’ll take your room…if you are okay with that?”

He’s theoretically your boss but you work more on the technical side of the department so that it wouldn’t be a problem. He would make sure that it was noted with HR, but he finds himself nodding. “It’s furnished.” He warns you, having bought a second bedroom set for when his parents visited or Teresa’s family came. Not that it mattered now. His parents can get a hotel and it was more important that his team member has a safe place to sleep. “But you can change anything you want. I can put it in storage if you have your own furniture.”

“No. I, uh, shamefully I only have a couple of suitcases. I got rid of my furniture when I moved into my ex’s. Thought it was forever so what was the point of putting a sofa in storage? Anyway, I really appreciate it, Marcus. When can I move in?” You ask, biting your lip. You’ve definitely overstayed where you currently are.

Marcus knows that you do need to talk about rules and bills but he sees the desperation in your eyes. “Tonight’s good with me.” He offers immediately. “Why don’t you bring your stuff over and we can have dinner, talk everything through.” He suggests. “Get a tour of the place. If you don’t like it, you can always stay until you find a place you like better.”

You nod, excited and anxious, but so so happy to have somewhere to live. “That sounds great. Seriously, thank you so much Marcus. I really appreciate this. You, uh, want to text me your address and I’ll come over after work. I’ll bring dinner. Chinese food?” You ask, knowing what he likes from when you’ve done mass orders for the office during those late night cases.

“No problem.” He chuckles and pulls out his phone. “I’ll leave early and make sure that I’ve not left dirty clothes everywhere.” He’s joking. He’s actually pretty neat, a fact that had driven his college roommate crazy but his ex-wife had liked it. “Chinese is fine, unless you want me to cook?”

You shake your head, “no. No. Tonight is on me. I just - thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it.” You say as you stand up, picking up your coffee cup just as your phone dings. “I’ll see you after work. Thank you.” You can’t help it, you walk around the table and place a quick kiss on his cheek before you rush out the door.

Even though it was unprofessional for you to have done that, Marcus flushes and rubs his cheek gently.

“Oh shit, I know that look.” Bryan hoots. “Someones interested.”

“No.” Marcus insists, shaking his head. “She is going to be my roommate.” He huffs, making his friend chuckle and lean back, “if you say so.”

“I say so.” Marcus can only hope that you don’t regret this. Especially because his first thought had been you were so pretty when you lit up with a happy smile.

****

Armed with Chinese food and your cases, you pull up outside the address Marcus gave you. There’s street parking which is amazing and you decide to leave your cases in the car, carrying the take out up the steps to ring the doorbell. You’re nervous but you know Marcus is a good guy, even if he’s handsome and kind and - no. He’s your landlord, your roommate. Nothing more. You gotta stop thinking of him. He’s just a friend.

“Shit.” Marcus had only been slightly joking when he said he would rush home and make sure the house was put to rights. The bed in the second suite hadn’t had sheets on it, and he needed to make sure the towels were put in the other en-suite’s bathroom since he hadn’t had guests yet. Having a roommate would be good for him.

He wipes his hand on his pants before he opens the first door of the townhouse and sees you outside the other doors. The small atrium was perfect for bad weather and he locked them both for extra security. “Hey.” He smiles as he opens the door. “I see you found it okay.”

You nod, “it’s such a nice neighborhood. I love the outside too. Great choice.” You admire the atrium and follow him inside. The wood floors are beautiful and you step into the hallway, carrying the Chinese food. “You - you have a gorgeous home, Marcus. Wow. You sure you wanna share it?” You tease him, turning to find him locking the front door.

“Honestly? I have to.” He admits with a chuckle. “I make good money, but not that good.” He could technically afford it, but it stretched his budget more than he liked. “Besides, it’s way too big for just me. It’s better to give you a place to stay too, right?”

You nod, “I don’t argue your reasons. I’m so happy to have somewhere to call home ever since my damn ex cheated. Really sucks when you put all your eggs in one basket and they fuck you over.” You huff and shake your head, looking down at the box in your hands. “I bought food. Hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving.” He grins and motions you further into the house. “My kitchen is your kitchen.” He tells you playfully as he leads you through the living and dining room. The townhouse has been completely redone, leaving the charm and still modernizing it beautifully. “If you want, I’ve got beer or a bottle of wine. There’s also water or tea if you prefer that.”

“Beer sounds good.” You tell him, knowing you’ll buy some tomorrow. You will need to go over rules and bills but right now, you’re just so happy to have someone for the foreseeable. You set the food down on the counter and take a note of where he pulls the plates out from. “I love the kitchen. I cook so we can share that responsibility. Make sure we have a homemade meal at least a few times a week.”

“That sounds good.” Marcus nods, turning back to the fridge to pull out two beers. “I like cooking but it never seemed worth it for just me, you know?” He hands you the beer and watches as you pull out the cartons. “After dinner, I’ll show you the bedroom and you can see how you like it? Or we can look at it now if you prefer?”

“Yeah. That sounds good.” You reach out to take his hand after he sets the beer door in front of you. “I really mean it, I appreciate it.” You tell him, unsure of what you would’ve done if you hadn’t heard him in the break room.

He nods, blushing and getting bashful and that confirms you made the right choice. Some men would be demanding you get down onto your knees and show them just how thankful you are. “Let’s eat.” Marcus says, setting down the chopsticks and you nod, digging into the food.

Dinner is easy, both of you apparently hungry as you chow down. After a few bites, Marcus takes a swallow of his beer. “So one thing, I hope you don’t take offense to it, but I’m thinking that if we have overnight ‘guests’, we give the other to the courtesy of a heads up?” He asks. “That way we aren’t surprised when some random half naked person wanders into the kitchen in the middle of the night?”

You nod, swallowing your bite, and you hate the way your stomach twists when you think about walking in to someone who spent the night in Marcus’s bed. “Yeah. Of course. I think any overnight guests we give each other a heads up. I doubt you’ll be getting too many heads up from me. I- I’ve been knocked back by my ex. I’m gonna reset and enjoy some time to myself.” You admit before taking another sip of beer.

“We have that in common.” Marcus nods and sighs. “It’s been- I’ve decided the same thing. Work on myself before involving someone else in my bullshit.” He gives a small shrug and spears a piece of garlic chicken. “So you don’t have to worry about that from me.”

“Looks like the only action this townhouse is gonna get will be movies.” You tease, taking another bite. “I do miss having someone to watch shows with. Or go get breakfast on the weekend. Stupid things like that…when they’re gone, it makes you feel so alone.”

“God yes.” Marcus groans. “I’m so fucking sick of the looks of pity when I go eat by myself.” He rolls his eyes. “Plus you know my work, it can be crazy hours. You’re right there too.”

“You’re down for brunch then?” You smirk and he nods, “hell yes.” You lean back in your seat to look at him, “I think this is the beginning of something truly wonderful, Pike.” He winks at you and you try to ignore the way your heart flutters.

After dinner, you help clear up and Marcus grabs your suitcases from your car, carrying them up to the second bedroom. “Oh I love this.” You smile, admiring the simple furniture but the view looks out at the small park across the street. “Seriously, you picked a great house.” You tell him again.

“Thanks.” He smiles, blushing slightly. “I, uh, I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll set you up a code for the alarm and get you my spare key in the morning. I’m across the hall if you need anything.”

You walk over to him as he hovers in the hall, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “Seriously Marcus, you have no clue how grateful I am for this. Thank you.” You murmur and he blushes, stepping back after you walk back into the room.

“Stop saying thank you.” He teases, “goodnight.”

You smile at him, “goodnight, Pike.”

****

It’s been nearly six months of living together. Six months of dinners and sometimes brunches out. Splitting the bills and both of you comfortable in the town house. You had started adding things that you wanted, the electric wine bottle opener was amazing and he didn’t mind the candles you bought. He, however, is going insane. The growing attraction to you is bordering on cruel and he’s honestly happy that he’s got to work late tonight. Needing to not get caught up in the romance of the date with his pretty and kind roommate.

“Hey.” He greets you when You pick up your office phone. “Something’s come up and it looks like I’m pulling a late night.” He chuckles sarcastically, “it’s a good thing I don’t have a date or anything for Valentine’s Day, huh?”

You smile against the phone, hating that you’re happy that Marcus doesn’t have a date. He’s been on a few since you lived in his townhouse and you hated it. Sitting on the sofa all night, counting down until he came home. It’s pathetic really how much you want him. You think about him all the time. Sure, you thought he was handsome but after spending night after night with Marcus, getting to know him (even his little quirks like his comic collection and the way he constantly loses his glasses), you are ridiculously in love with him. He’s working late and you don’t have a date so you decide to treat yourself.

You have new lingerie you ordered because it was pretty so you are going to put that on and have fun with the new toy you bought. It was ridiculous how anxious you were to have it delivered to the house without Marcus accidentally opening it. “I don’t have a date either but I’m just gonna have a relaxing night in. Face mask, chocolate, and a cheesy movie sound perfect to me. Just let me know when you’re on your way home and we can figure out dinner.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to you later.” Marcus tells you before hanging up the phone. He wishes he could just go home and do those things with you, but someone fucked up royally and it was his job to find it and fix the mess. Sighing slightly, he looks at the stack of files on his desk and picks up the first one to get started.

Only a few hours after everyone else rushed out early to get ready for their romantic evenings, Marcus is practically flying out of the building. Finding the mistake hadn’t taken as much time as he feared and all he could think of was getting home to you.

It’s crazy how much he loves you being there, how much you seem to have in common. You’re perfect for him and he’s dangerously close to falling in love with you. He taps on the wheel as he drives towards home, forgetting to call you in his excitement to be there. Figuring that you will just decide together once he gets home and changes. A night on the couch with you and takeout sounds better than battling for a seat in a restaurant anyway.

You are spread out on your bed, moaning softly when you think about Marcus. The new glass dildo you bought yourself is pushed deep inside of you. You’re in no rush to cum tonight, deciding to work yourself up. Your fingers lightly trace your clit and you enjoy the slow build up of pleasure, your wand on the side for when you need to cum. “Oh that’s good.” You moan to yourself, imagining it’s Marcus pushing into you. You are absorbed in the pleasure, you don’t hear the front door opening or the footsteps coming up the stairs.

Marcus goes through his routine, dropping keys, depositing his shoes and finally trudging up the stairs. He’s left his suit coat downstairs because he knows he needs to take it to the dry cleaner this weekend, but before he goes to his bedroom, he decides to knock on your door and poke his head in. Both of you had gotten into the habit, so it’s nothing new.

“Hey, I’m ho-“ stopping immediately as he eyes widen at the sight of you spread out on your bed wearing the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life and a dildo stretching your cunt out. “Fuck.” He gasps, immediately starting to harden in his dress pants.

You gasp, sitting up in shock and pulling the dildo out of you. Shit, you didn’t expect Marcus to be home yet and you didn’t hear him. Fuck, you didn’t hear him. Embarrassed and wondering what the fuck to say. You then look down at his pants, smirking when you see the tent starting to form and the dark look in his eyes. “You wanna sit down and watch?” You ask boldly.

He shouldn’t. He should apologize and go to his own room and take a very cold shower. But he’s tired of that. He’s tired of doing what he should. So instead of doing that, Marcus nods, walking into the room and sitting down at the end of your bed. He won’t touch you, you didn’t say he could, but if you’re going to let him watch - he’s going to watch. “Fuck, push it back inside you.” He groans.

You obey his demand, pushing the toy back inside of you with a whimper. “Fuck.” You pant, chest heaving as your walls take the toy. It’s not enough to make you cum but it’s enough to make you moan his name by accident, realizing what you just did, your eyes widen.

“Fuck.” Marcus leans closer and pants, watching you move the dildo in and out of your fluttering cunt. “Does that feel good baby, that dildo filling you up like you need?” He’s never been shy about watching porn, never felt dirty about it and this is like his own private show.

“It’s not enough. I can’t - it’s good but it’s not what I need.” You whine and he leans closer, wanting to touch you but keeping back. “I need you Marcus. Please. You want - you want to taste first?” You offer, pulling the toy out of you and you sit up to hold it towards him. It glistens with your arousal, you haven’t cum yet and you want more, you want him.

He groans, wanting nothing more than to taste you. His tongue slides around the toy, moaning at the tangy taste of your arousal off the glass toy. Licking your essence off of it before you pull it away. “You want me to touch you, baby? Replace that toy inside your pussy?” He’s growling at the idea in pleasure, wanting you for so long as he reaches down and palms himself through his pants. “I need you to say the words.”

You know this crosses so many lines but fuck, you need him. “Yes. Please Marcus. I need you to do something, anything.” You beg, tossing the toy down on your sheets and you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, shoving it down your arms to reveal your tits to his hungry gaze. “Please baby. I want you.”

Marcus immediately reaches for you, wanting to touch you for so long. Fingers sliding through your folds and flicking over your clit before he moves them down to push two fingers deep into your pussy and curl them up with a groan of your name. “So fucking tight, baby girl.”

You gasp when his fingers push deep again and you whimper when his thumb presses against your clit. “Oh God. That’s - you feel so much better.” You moan, squeezing your tits as he curls his fingers inside of you. “Marcus, baby. Oh - you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.”

Marcus groans, cock throbbing in his pants and he quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Me too, fuck, wanted to fuck you so many times. Imagined it while I was jerking off.” He confesses, watching you grope your tits and he knows he wants you to cum before he fucks you. “Wanted to spread you out.”

You can’t stop the moans escaping your lips. So many nights of being silent due to you smothering your sounds so Marcus didn’t hear. Now, you don’t have to do that. “Always - always wondered what those thick fingers would be like inside of me. Would watch when you’d lick them while eating. So fucking sexy. You are so sexy, Marcus, and you don’t even realize it.” You pant out, knowing that makes him even sexier. Your walls flutter around his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit and you’re so close to cumming.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He counters, groaning as he feels your walls flutter. “That’s it, fuck, wanting you to cum all over my hand.” He coos, rubbing your clit harder. “Cum for me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll make sure you feel soooo fucking good, honey.” He promises. “Wanna see it, wanna feel it.” He knows he will remember this right here for a long fucking time. Even if it was a one time thing, he won’t regret it. Not when you are whimpering his name like that.

Your mouth falls open, vision going hazy as you clamp down on his fingers. A strangled whine escapes your lips as you gush around his digits, loving how good his fingers feel inside of you. “Fuckkkk Marc.” You pant, eyes squeezed shut as you keep his fingers inside of you with a tight grip, loving how good you feel with the pleasure surging through you.

He keeps applying the pressure until you go limp and then he’s pulling his fingers free. Rushing as he scrambles off the bed to pull his clothes off. Frantic to get inside you and fuck you like he’s imagined a hundred times before. Throwing his clothes on the floor and wrapping his fingers around his cock to pump it a few times as he kneels on the bed between your legs. “Fuck, I- you look so good.” He moans, gathering your legs up and shuffling closer to sink into you as quickly as he can.

“Fucking hell.” You gasp at the sight of his hard cock. So fucking beautiful with the veins running along the length, the head cut and pooling with precum. “Fuck baby. Fuck me.” You beg, rubbing your thighs as you grow more impatient to have him inside of you.

Marcus doesn’t need to be told twice. He swipes the head through your folds once before he’s pushing inside you with a loud groan. Hotter than you have any right to be and twice as fucking tight, he keeps rolling his hips forward until he’s seated all the way inside you, eyes fluttering as if he were in prayer and he moans your name.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as he stretches you out. God, he feels incredible inside of you and you trail your hands along his forearms up to his shoulders and down his chest while he gives you a moment to adjust. “We should’ve done this sooner.” You gasp when his cock twitches inside of you and you instinctively clench around him.

“Yessss.” He hisses, gritting his teeth together so he doesn’t blow his load right there. “We- we should have.” He grunts, waiting until you are grabbing onto his arms. He pulls his hips back and starts to thrust into you with rough, needy strokes. He’s wanted you too much to be slow and gentle. Grunting when he bottoms out inside you again.

You moan, enjoying the way Marcus thrusts into you. You know you aren't going to cum from this alone but you are enjoying it. You've already cum on his fingers which is more than you can say for your exes. You caress his chest, loving the look on his face as he fucks into you, almost pussy drunk and you feel so fucking sexy because of it.

The pace stays as harsh and fast as he can possibly make it. Watching your face as you take every thrust, he starts to slow when he doesn’t feel you clenching around him. “What’s wrong?” He pants, holding himself up and he slides his hands up your legs on his shoulders. “Is- do you want to stop?”

You shake your head, "no. No. Don't stop baby. Don't stop. I want you to cum." You tell him, reaching for his hands to squeeze them.

Marcus frowns, "but I want you to cum too."

You smile, grateful that he's so sweet. "It's okay. I can't - penetration doesn't get me off. It's how it is for me. I am happy to watch you cum and it feels good. I promise, I will be satisfied. I've already cum on your fingers."

Marcus shakes his head, unhappy with your answer, looking over at the wand laying on your bed and he picks it up. You must be a clitoral stimulation type of girl. “No baby, I want you to cum on my cock,” he hums, turning it on. “Doesn’t matter how you cum, I just want you to cum again.” He spreads your thighs wider so he can press it to your clit. He doesn’t care about needing toys to help out, he’s always thought of them as his partners for pleasuring the woman he’s with.

You moan when he presses the toy to your clit, making you clench around his cock still buried inside of you. “Yes, that’s - God. That’s it. Move for me baby.” You demand, wanting to feel him moving inside of you. His cock feels so good combined with the wand, making you moan as his hips start to move.

“Feel good?” He asks and you nod, “so damn good.”

Marcus groans, rocking his hips as he holds the wand to your clit. Watching the pleasure bloom over your face again. You can’t cum from penetration, he files that away to remember. Knowing that he wants to do this for as long as you want to. “Fuck you’re so pretty.” He groans. “I’ll make you cum on my face next time.” He promises as he works his cock in and out of your tight walls.

You gasp when he hits something deep inside of you, making you gush around him. The toy is pressed just right against your clit and you sigh his name as you get closer to your orgasm. “I- fuck. You’re gonna make me cum.” You moan, rocking your hips up to meet his. “I’m so close.” You pant, head tilting back against your pillows.

“Cum baby.” Marcus urges you, keeping the wand against your clit to give you the pleasure you need. Thrusting into you as he looks down, feeling your walls start to pulse around him. “Cum for me baby, show me how that pussy feels when you cum.”

You can’t deny him even if you wanted to. It’s impossible. You choke on your own breath as you cum, clamping down on his cock and soaking him with your cum. “Fuckkkk.” You finally rasp out, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your thighs shake against his chest, the pleasure dragged out by the wand and his cock working you through it.

When he finally pulls the wand away from your clit, Marcus goes feral. Shoving your legs higher on his shoulders, he groans as he starts ramming himself into you at a breakneck pace. Needing to cum and wanting to use the hot cum that that gushed around him to make it even slicker. “Fuck- fuck- where?” He manages to spit out, forgetting that he hadn’t asked a question about birth control.

“Inside. It’s safe. I- I have an IUD. Please Marcus. Wanna feel you.” You beg, loving the way he is thrusting into you like a mad man. He’s unhinged and it almost, almost, has you ready to cum again.

The mere thought of being able to cum inside you pushes him over the edge. He rocks his hips another three times before he groans your name harshly and pushes as deep as he can - wanting to be as deep as possible. Painting your walls with every grunt of pleasure.

You love watching him, the way his jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck pulling taunt, and his eyes squeezed shut. “So good baby. I love it. Love being filled up by you.” You coo, caressing his cheeks and down his neck until your palm is over his thumping heart.

“Shit.” Marcus groans, feeling relaxed and exhausted. Exhilarated by the fact that his cock is softening inside you and he knows what you look like when you cum. Except he hasn’t kissed you. Sliding your legs off his shoulders gently, he moves them to his waist so he can lean in and press his lips to yours. Closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath.

You sigh into the kiss, running your fingers through his hair while your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer. “That was - it’s insane how long I’ve wanted that.” You admit shyly when he pulls back from you.

“Fuck I wanted to do that too,” he can’t help lean in again, nuzzling into your neck and dropping kisses over your dewy skin. “I- I’m sorry I just walked in, I should have knocked.” He offers, even though he’s happy he’s where he’s at. Politeness dictates an apology at least.

“Don’t apologize, Marcus.” You snort, caressing his shoulders. “I have wanted you since I moved in. I- I really hate to mess up the roommate thing but…but I think I’m in love with you.” You admit, biting your lip as you wait for his reaction.

Marcus stares at you for a moment, unable to believe that his dreams come true and he hasn’t done anything to get what he wanted. “Hey-“ he shakes his head and offers you a grin. “Then that’s good. I won’t seem crazy asking you to move in with me.” He jokes, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours gently. “I think I’m in love with you too, baby.” He confesses against your lips.

You can't help but grin, heart thumping and you almost feel dizzy with happiness. the man you love loves you back. "I hate to break it to you babe but I have already moved in with you.

Marcus shakes his head, "I mean my room. I want to share a room with you, sleep in the same bed." He murmurs, pulling back to look at you. It's sweet and you immediately agree, knowing you'll likely end up there every night anyway.

"I'd like that." You smile and he grins in response. "Oh, Happy Valentine's Day." You coo, "I thought I was gonna be lonely and single today but I ended up with a boyfriend." You say cautiously, hoping that's what he wants.

"Never thought I'd finish the day with a girlfriend." He says and you lean in to kiss him. "Happy Valentine's Day baby." Marcus murmurs, caressing your cheek. It was certainly one he won't forget.

#pedro pascal #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike smut #marcus pike imagine #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike the mentalist

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York Household: Chapter 9, Part 11

In this final part my evil one is now Artemisia, Deanna suffers through a bug and we get some new family photos!

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Of course if Kelly needed a wardrobe refresh there was only one sim who would do, older sister Devin! As well as being obsessed with her image she’s also getting pretty wealthy. Free shopping spree anyone? Back in Tartosa Kelly and Devin get a commemorative selfie.

Kelly: Grazie for the shop Devin and... grazie for finding the breastforms as well

Devin: Nessun problema, my director Norah knows where all the trans friendly stuff is. I’m just glad one of my sisters may like shopping. I know we may have gone overboard on the make up…. But the grey highlights your eyes

Kelly: It’s nice. When I go to school or wherever I want sims to know I’m a girl you know?

Devin: I can only imagine cara

Kelly: Well as an actress your imagination must be pretty good

Devin: *mock shock* A compliment? For little old me?

Kelly: Shut up. It’s never happening again

Devin: Forget the Starlight Accolade, I have now reached the pinnacle of my career. Come, let’s go find pa and he can tell you his next plan

Aaron: I didn’t see it coming. She never was interested in dresses or skirts or whatever. But I suppose Deanna wasn’t either. How you reacted to Onyx made me think a lot about how I’d react so I suppose I have you to thank for not having a bad reaction

Bob who is much younger than Aaron can’t quite believe that he’s had a positive effect on someone so he just smiles and nods.

Kelly: I’m here

Devin: She means… *sing song voice* we’re here!

Kelly: Do you have to announce yourself everywhere

Devin: It’s called main character energy sis. Besides, everytime I enter a room my theme music plays

Kelly: In your head and your head only

Devin: Oh my gosh can you not be a toad face for five seconds

Aaron: *sighs* As you can see Bob the change has not resulted in less bickering

Devin: Pa, we’re Italians. If we don’t be passionate about something daily, somewhere out there our Italian cred pass gets revoked

Kelly: So why is Fergus’ dad here?

Aaron: Because he’s not just Fergus’ dad. He’s Onyx’s dad to

Devin: And I’m here because I’m brilliant at everything, but also baby names

Kelly: You called your kid Rilian Villareal. Had you written that down in full and seen how weird it looks before you chose it

(the watcher chose "Rilian" independently. She did not think about the pairing with "Villareal" and how the whole thing just looks like a bunch of l's and i's with a couple of r's for good measure)

Devin: *scoffs* Let’s just get the brainstorm underway

Kelly: Brainstorm?

Aaron: I thought Fergus and Onyx could come over after school and help us think of names to shortlist. Unless you’ve already picked one?

Kelly: No I hadn’t… grazie pa. But I still get to choose right?

Aaron: 100%. Just not a swear word

Onyx: I don’t know, I was just thinking of names that were genderless and Onyx came to me like the watcher put it in my head or something

Devin: We should pick something Italian!

Bob: There are lots of food choices. Someone’s kid is called Apple

Fergus: Pick a voidcritter name, they’re cool

With lots of phone googling, laughing, and discussion the group arrive at a small list of names Kelly is happy to choose from. She goes into her room to ponder and settles on her favourite, Artemisia!

Deanna didn’t go to classes today; she was sick all day and chose to finish her coursework between naps.

Artemisia: This seat taken

Deanna: Aren’t you worried I’ll infect you with my germs

Artemisia: Suits me. Let me be the carrier of contagion and those kids I only slightly hurt can suffer without it getting blamed on me

Deanna: Kelly I’m trying to work here

Artemisia: It’s Artemisia

Deanna: Ahto -who – what?

Deanna: Sorry goblin, you’ll have to write that down for me to follow- no, not on my textbook!

Kelly: Too late

Deanna: So do you want to be called the whole mouthful? Artemisia

Artemisia: If you're too dumb to say the whole thing then say Emi or Emisia. But why not make other people suffer trying to say my name

Deanna: Well that’s on brand for you

In the kitchen Aaron has filled Calista in on the days progress and they’re doing their best to practice the new name.

Calista: Artemisia… My daughter is Artemisia… My youngest girl is Artemisia… Have you seen Atemisia…

Aaron: Bob suggested apple

Calista: Of course he did, man loves his food. Thank you for taking the day to be with her. Ti amo

Aaron: The dyslexia is something we need to support her- Artemisia with as well

Calista: *sighs* We would have bought our dream house right before all these expenses came up. I hope we can afford all she needs

Aaron: We can tap into the retirement fund

Calista: And what about when they make you retire

Aaron: I’m a hard worker, I think I’d be allowed to stay on past 65 if I wanted to. We’ve still got 7 or 8 years of work to save up with

Artemisia: Look at that, I did my homework faster than you, Artemisia for the win!

Deanna: You also had less of it

Artemisia: Do you know what anemia is?

Deanna: Why?

Artemisia: You do science

Deanna: Physics is not the same as biology dummy

Artemisia: I got an email that my blood tests came back saying I have it, whatever it is. I better tell ma and pa

Deanna enjoys the silence as Artemisia leaves for the main house. It’s hard enough focusing normally but when sick it’s even more difficult. She’s just gotten back into the rhythm of the work when-

Artemisia: Means low iron apparently

Deanna: Ke- Artemisia! Can’t you go eat your food elsewhere? I’m trying to focus

Artemisia: Oh, am I a distraction for you? So sad. I think I might have to cry about that

Eventually Artemisia finishes and leaves, also leaving her plate for anyone else to take care of.

In the middle of the night Artemisia gets woken up by terrible news, puberty is arriving via facial hair!

Artemisia: Don’t look at me mantis, it’s awful

Mantis: *sits silently*

Artemisia: Oh I’ve just got to get rid of it

She leaps from her bed and heads to the spare bathroom where she knows Aaron leaves some razors in case of guests needs. After watching a few youtube videos she does her best to remove the offending hair. The whole time she’s telling herself, three more years. Just three more years then we can take stuff to make this stop. Three more, I can survive that.

While this is happening Deanna is also having an awful night. With her term paper submitted she naps until she can take more painkillers. Unfortunately they seem to be making her woozy so she decides to skip a dose at her 2am dinner time. She manages to get back to sleep but in the morning she’s still feeling lightheaded. Another nap after breakfast clears up her illness and she’s awake for her exams. She averages a B+ this term, pretty good considering all the stress she’s been through.

Before work Calista and Aaron fit in some nectar creation, two more normal bottles of grape nectar tucked away to age. Artemisia may have flunked her exams today but she’s still riding high from the confidence of changing her name to suit her, so she’s unbothered. When everyone is home the family is invited around so we can get some photos of Artemisia looking like herself with her family. Joey is of course trying to show off despite being skinny… Zio Joey’s got this!

Alfred and Rilian eat in their high chairs. Surprising nobody, picky eater Rilian decides he doesn’t want to finish his meal actually. Instead he babbles with his twin. The others happily chat until it gets past the twins bedtime. Nonno Aaron is only to happy to usher the toddlers home before they start throwing tantrums.

Tamika: You haven’t seen me all rotation

Deanna: I’m sorry Mika, I got overwhelmed with everything

Tamika: Are you better now

Deanna: I think so. I mean I miss having Paris around but... I'm past the sad longing phase

Tamika: Good! Then we can start visiting the university nightclubs looking for guys and gals

Deanna: I don’t know if nightclubs are my thing

Tamika: That’s okay. We’ll check out the campus’ social pages, there’s bound to be some singles events, we’ll be each other’s wing woman

Deanna: Deal. Just… maybe keep the cute blondes to yourself for a while

And we finish this York chapter! Deanna may be single but she’s not falling apart, with my sim days to years maths it has been a year since she broke up with Paris. Artemisia is dreaming about making everyone at school embarrassed trying to say her name. Aaron and Calista haven’t gotten any promotions but are chipping away at the charisma skill. They do have years left to reach the top yet.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0901 #KellyYork #ArtemisiaYork #DevinVillareal #AaronYork #BobPancakes

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orangesaek · 1 year

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hi dear! how are you? :) i hope you're well & healthy!

i'm actually new to your blog and i think your fics are so cute ❤️ i was wondering if i could please request a scenario with doyoung falling in love at first sight with a fan during a fansigning event.

this idea came to mind after i watched a clip from one of his vcs with a fan. he couldn't stop smiling and telling her she's pretty, like he had heart eyes :') /jealous/

anyway, tysm in advance and happy new year!

pairings: doyoung x fan (3rd person pov)

genre: fluff

oh my god this is sooo long overdue 🥲 i hope you're still here 😭 anyway, thanks so much for this & hope this year has been kind to you so far!

a/n: I am not, in any way, affiliated with SM Entertainment. All the things I have written here are purely based on how I think video call events are being held.

also, sorry for any typo or grammatical errors 🥲 i'll try to proofread & correct any mistakes as soon as i find one!

DoJaeJung have just successfully wrapped up their media promotions for their official debut, and are now preparing for their first-ever video call event as one of NCT's newest (fixed) sub-units.

Despite already doing this many times as an NCT 127 member ever since the pandemic started, Doyoung still couldn't help but feel nervous each time because he couldn't possibly know what kind of fan he would be speaking with.

He's genuinely grateful to his fans, and he does love them with all of his heart, but all the crazy shit and cringey stuff some of them had asked him to do during the call in the past kinda left him wanting to protect the remaining dignity he has left.

"Are you guys all set? Just reminding you gentlemen that you will be doing 10 calls each today." one of the staff informed as Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo did some last-minute fixing to their apperance. Doyoung checked his teeth on his hand mirror, while Jaehyun and Jungwoo fixed their hair.

The three men exchanged a mouthed 'fighting!' as some of the staff went over to where they were waiting, and led them to their respective areas.

"Everything's working fine, right?" Doyoung politely asked one of the staffs who was adjusting the ring light in front of him.

"Yes, Doyoung-ssi. As usual, just 2 minutes for each fan. A translator and a staff will stay here to assist you and monitor your calls as well."

Doyoung thanked the staff and took in deep breaths to calm down.

"We'll start the first call now. Remember, 2 minutes. Don't go any more than that, alright? We'll take a quick break after the 5th call, don't worry." one of the staff that was assigned to him said. Doyoung nodded before the staff finally tapped the call button for the first fan on the list, the familiar ring on speakerphone making him feel all nervous again.

However, Doyoung greeted the fan warmly as soon as he saw their face on the phone screen. Despite feeling a bit nervous, he was still happy to see and talk to them even for just a really short time.

"See you~" Doyoung bid the fan goodbye before a staff covered the front camera and ended the call. He let out a soft moan as he stretched his arms wide, exhaling in satisfaction.

Doyoung remained seated on his chair and took a sip of water as he looked down on his notes before signing the first 5 albums. Aside from trying his best to do whatever his fans ask him to do during the call, he also took notes of the interesting things his fans tell him so he could actually make their signed albums a lot more meaningful.

For example, if a fan told him that they recently got a new job, he would scribble them down on his notepad, take note of the fan's name or nickname, and then include a congratulations or a word of encouragement to that fan in their signed album after the call.

No matter how trivial they are, he always wrote them down. He believes it's one of the ways he could show his fans that he's really listening to them. They made a huge effort to talk to him anyway (not to mention, the amount of money they spent just for a 2-minute call with him), it was the least he could do to give back, he thinks.

"We'll be starting the next batch now. Please be ready."

Doyoung took another sip of water before the staff tapped on the call button again for the next fan on the list. He honestly felt a little less nervous since the first 5 calls were just (thankfully) normal conversations.

"Last one and we're done for the day! I can already hear my delicious pork belly sizzling on the grill." his manager said in excitement. Doyoung chuckled lightly. They actually planned to eat out later with the rest of the boys (and their managers) to celebrate. He was looking forward to it as well.

Doyoung waited patiently for the fan to answer the call, feeling a bit worried as the phone was ringing more than thrice already and the staff was on standby, ready to end the call. Although they would still be calling her one more time if she doesn't answer the first time, he couldn't help but feel worried that she might actually end up missing the entire event. He just couldn't imagine how devastated she might feel after.

The staff was just about to tap the end button when the fan finally picked up the call. Doyoung choked on his own spit as soon as he saw her face.

She was really pretty. Beautiful.

"Doyoung, are you okay?" the fan asked worriedly. Doyoung took a quick sip of water before letting out an apologetic smile, clearing his throat after.

"Yes, I am. I'm so sorry, that was really embarrassing." he said, scratching the back of his neck shyly. The fan laughed softly.

"Sorry, I was waiting all this time, but one of my dogs decided to act up last minute so I had to take care of her." she said. A soft smile appeared on Doyoung's face. He shook his head lightly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just really glad to see you." he said as the smile on his face appeared bigger and bigger until he couldn't keep himself from letting out a shy but cute giggle. The fan looked quite puzzled but chuckled at his cuteness.

Doyoung pinched his cheeks in an attempt to stop himself from giggling like a kid who had just seen his crush.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." he said, quite inaudibly as he was now covering his mouth with his hands. He took a deep breath before focusing his attention again to the fan.

"I'm sorry," he spoke again. "You're just... so pretty. You're really pretty!"

Blush crept up her cheeks and chuckled rather shyly at him. It felt nice to hear that kind of compliment, but it feels a lot nicer when you hear it straight from your bias' mouth.

"I'm serious, you're really pretty." he said again, now looking a lot more composed. Doyoung leaned his body closer to the camera and showed her his famous gummy smile. He could only hear the fan sheepishly mumble a, 'what are you saying?'

Doyoung glanced quickly at the staff who was holding a paper that says there's only less than a minute left for the call. He mentally cursed at himself for wasting a good minute of the fan's time just to end up embarrassing himself in front of her.

"So, uhm, I'm really sorry we didn't get the chance to talk much, but I promise I'll make it up to you soon!" he said. Doyoung did feel extremely apologetic, but there's nothing he could do. As much as he wanted to extend, he couldn't.

"Don't worry about it," the fan replied. "I'm going to try my luck again next time." she added.

"I'll talk to you soon, then." Doyoung smiled. The fan only hummed in response, acting as if she was going to think about it on purpose.

"Not sure..." she teased. "I mean, I might try talking to the other members—"

"Nope, nope! Don't you dare." he huffed, scrunching his face cutely in fake disapproval. Well, not entirely, since he was actually quite serious about it.

The fan laughed at his response.

"I was just kidding! No need to choose violence." she chuckled. Doyoung eyed her suspiciously before shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

"Pinky promise me, then. Hurry~" he whined cutely, holding up a pinky finger to the phone screen. Doyoung could actually see the staff signalling him to end the call now from his peripheral vision, but he blatantly ignored them anyway.

The fan smiled shyly at him before raising her own pinky finger and virtually doing a pinky promise with Doyoung.

"I've got tickets to your next show, by the way." the fan added as soon as she heard the beeping tone, which signals the end of the call.

"Then I promise I'll look for you in the crowd." Doyoung said. The staff ran over and covered the front camera.

"Bye, pretty girl!" he quickly added before the staff could press the end button.

Although he honestly felt quite disappointed that the call ended just like that, he was still really happy.

His manager walked over to his side and nudged him lightly. Doyoung had just started signing her album.

"What was that all about? I felt second-hand embarrassment because of you. Was she really that pretty?" he asked. Doyoung nodded rather enthusiastically in response.

"Yes, hyung!" he responded. "Don't get me wrong, though. I find all of our fans really pretty, and this obviously isn't the first time I've seen a pretty girl, but she's just THAT pretty."

His manager smiled softly at him before patting his back lightly.

"Well then, if you actually get to see her again, let me know. I'll try to take her backstage for you." he whispered.

Doyoung's eyes lit up at the idea but was quickly replaced by a pout.

"Yeah, I do hope I can find her soon. 2 minutes wasn't enough, seriously." he said quietly. His manager laughed lightly at him before going out to check on Jaehyun and Jungwoo.

Doyoung went back to signing her album and scribbled a cute note on one of his pages.

"They said hair will grow on your butt if you break a pinky promise, so don't look at the other guys, okay? We pinky-promised, pretty girl ;) looking forward to see you! - your Doyoungieee ♡"

- end

DOJAEJUNG WILL DEBUT ON APRIL 17! 💚 i'm so excited :') and have you guys checked Mark's Golden Hour?! 😭

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enhaheeseung · 2 years

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At your service l. Heeseung

Pairing : live in maid heeseung x rich fem reader

Warnings : age gap, eventual smut, vulgar language, angst, heartbreak, dirty talk, an attempt at comedy, more to be added in later chapters.

Note : this was originally going to be an smau so there will be a lot of texting but it’s mainly written. I tried something different with the texting and writing style so bear with me.

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Chapter 2

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You were born into a rich family. You went to private schools with other rich kids. You got to spend as much money as you wanted. You were absolutely, utterly spoiled, but in the best way possible.

You always remained humble and never overstepped your boundaries when it came to the less fortunate.

A lot would say you're too giving, and that's why your generosity led you to a lot of heartbreak and fake friends.

Even being in your mid 30s, you still couldn't find the right one. And having friends just didn't seem like an option anymore.

The idea of falling in love with someone just to find out they only wanted you for your money was your biggest fear.

You lived alone thanks to your parents. They paid for all your expenses and even gave you an allowance. Whenever you tried to refuse, they'd insisted on giving you money, always reminding you that this was their goal in the first place to make enough money, so their kids never had to work.

Though you were grateful for them, you still wanted to be a bit more independent, but you decided to give in to their wishes and be an obedient daughter. after all, you weren't the brightest bulb in the room.

You got up extra early to get some cleaning done. But there was only so much you could do after cleaning. You tried to cook breakfast but failed miserably for the hundredth time, nearly burning down the whole mansion.

Luckily for you, there's a fire extinguisher and sprinklers in the kitchen.

You quickly put out the small fire sighing in defeat. Then it came to you.

A maid!

A live in maid!

Then you wouldn't have to cook or clean anymore, not to say you didn't want to but at least not the whole mansion every single day all by yourself, and you'd pay them a good amount.

You phoned your parents, and they instantly agreed upon hearing your story about breakfast, and they thought the company would be nice for you, seeing how they didn't get to visit you often.

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"What am I gonna do?" Heeseung sighed, thinking about his student loans,

"Get a job," his friend jay piped up.

"Please do enlighten me on what job pays 100k. In less than a year, I promised my parents I'd have it paid by now, and I haven't even made a dent," he rubbed at his temples.

"I told you not to do it."

"Some friend you are, maybe, you're right. I'll just get a job and pay back as much as I can. This is going to suck."

He opened his laptop, typing away at the keys, searching for a job.

"What are you searching for?" Jay inquired, looking at his elder friend's screen.

"A job? What do you think?" He said as if it was the stupidest question a person could ask.

"Well, excuse me" jay went back to eating his lunch.

"Ooh, what about a convenience store?"

"Too much labor for little pay, next"

"Okay, how about, let's see, a server?"

"Still no pay, and the tips you make will just average to minimum wage."

"Okay, know it all. I feel like giving up already" he leaned back in his chair.

"Come on, the heeseung I know never quits. Keep looking"

Right before he closed his laptop, his eyes scanned a listing that paid a hundred and fifty dollars an hour. He blinked, not believing his eyes.

"No way"

"What did you find?"

"A live in maid? It says it pays one hundred and fifty an hour."

"What?!" Jay nearly choked on his food, "what are you waiting for? apply before someone else does!"

"But what if it's a scam?"

"Just try it and see the worst that can happen is you get killed when you show up for an interview," jay said, completely unphased.

"Wow, thanks, I needed that"

He made an account and uploaded a picture, then typed in a few details about his situation and basic information like his date of birth and phone number. Once he finished, he pressed enter.

"I hope this is legitimate." A sigh left his lips.

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You got a notification a few minutes after putting up your listing. To your surprise, someone had already applied you unlock your phone reading through the application.

You were happy to see that they stated a bit about themselves and when you read that they really needed the job to pay off student loans, you really felt an obligation to help. You had more money than you knew what to do with, so why not help someone out.

You scrolled a bit further, and you were shocked to see his profile picture. He was in his early 20s, with brown hair and brown eyes, and extremely handsome.

Wait, he's like a lot of years younger than me. Get a grip.

You shook your head and accepted his application. Now you just had to contact him to meet him face to face.

You texted the number he entered in.

You : "Hi, this is y/n, I got your application, and I wanted to meet you in person to see if you meet the criteria. You can come anywhere in the afternoon. I'm free all week, so whatever works best for you.

You set your phone down, a small smile on your face anticipating your meeting.

You heard a ding and looked at your phone to see a notification from the same number.

Heeseung : "Actually, I just got out of school, so can I come over today?"

You : "Sure! I'll send the address now. What time are you thinking?"

Heeseung : "I'm about ten minutes out. Is that okay?"

You : "Yep, see you then!"

You shut off your phone, going to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. You tied your hair and sprayed a bit of perfume before going into the living room to wait.

Why am I so nervous? You held your chest, trying to calm down your racing heart.

You heard the doorbell ring, and it was exactly ten minutes later.

So he makes being on time a priority.

Noted.

You took one long breath and opened the door.

Wow, he's even more handsome in person. Oh, and how I wish I could shut off my stupid. Brain, for thinking of such things, he probably has a girlfriend anyway.

"Hi, you must be heeseung?" You offered your hand for him to shake.

"That's me, and you must be y/n?" He shook your much smaller hand.

"Yes," you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks from the slight contact of his warm hand on yours.

Have I always been down this bad?

"It's nice to meet you, y/n."

"You as well. Sorry I won't keep you standing out here any longer. Please make yourself at home."

He stepped in and took a quick look around before taking off his shoes at the door. Even though it was a mansion and he's never seen inside one before, somehow it still looked very homely, or maybe that was just normal.

"You like it?" You asked, noticing how intrigued he was by the mansion.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, are all mansions this, umm, modern?" He noted how everything looked very similar to his living space.

"Not all. But I try to keep it as simplistic as possible I'm not into all the fancy stuff."

"Well, I like it. It makes me feel like I'm at home."

"It could be your home soon. So, the listing I put up was pretty vague, so feel free to take a seat anywhere you'd like, and I'll get started with a few questions. I would have put the questions along with the posting, but I feel like face to face is more…

"Personal," he looked you in the eyes.

"Yeah, personal" your eyes immediately darted away from his.

You both sat down at your kitchen table.

"That makes sense, so y/n, what are your questions?"

"Right, so you'll just need to do a few very simple tasks. Seeing how I live alone, there's not that much. First on the list is laundry. The second is dishes, you looked at him, and he nodded his head for you to continue. "third is cooking, and fourth is yard maintenance like trimming the hedges and watering the lawn."

And then it hit you, how could I be so forgetful?

"I'm sorry, would you like something to drink?"

"It's okay. I'll just have water, please."

"One water coming up." You excused yourself from the table.

He watched you walk away and made sure to take a good look at your behind.

He pulled out his phone to text jay.

Real life Bambi🦌 : You're not going to believe this.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Tell me, and I will.

Real life Bambi🦌 : Okay, so the job is super simple. It's just like everyday housework like cooking and cleaning.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Okay, but you don't know how to cook.

Real life bambi🦌 : It can't be that hard. I'll practice when I get home.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Don't call me when you set the house on fire.

Real life bambi🦌 : I'll have you on speed dial, anyway. This is the part you're really not going to believe.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : I believed everything else, so I doubt it. But try me.

Real life bambi🦌 : My employer is female.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : You're fucking lying!

Real life bambi🦌 : told you! and guess what? She's literally so fucking hot, oh my god, like step all over me. Please, she could use me, throw me away, and I'd thank her.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Well, you know what that means? I have to pay you a little visit sometime😉

Real life bambi🦌 : No! Stay far away from here. I found her first.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have even gotten the job.

Real life bambi🦌 : Oh wait, that's true. I haven't even got the job yet :(

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Don't sweat it. I'm sure you'll get it.

Real life bambi🦌 : Fingers crossed, oh, she's coming back gotta run😍

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Simp

"Here's your water." You sat back down at the table.

"Thank you" you watched his adam's apple Bob up and down while he drank the water. You shook your head to focus back on the questions.

"Okay, those are basically the things you'll be doing on a daily basis, maybe shopping on the weekends, but it's all pretty straightforward. Any questions for me?"

"Why are you paying so much? I don't mean to be rude, but it just seems too good to be true."

"I have a lot of money to give, so a hundred for me is like a dollar, and when I saw that you're paying off student loans, I thought you'd be perfect for the job. I know just how pricey those loans can be, and I assumed it would be a less stressful job for a student."

"Are you an angel in disguise?" He chuckled.

"I'm whatever you want me to be" You wanted to cut your tongue out before you could say anything else stupid.

"I'll think on it" he took one last sip of his water, handing you the empty glass.

"I'll go and wash this and give you some time to think on it."

He gave you a smile.

Real life bambi🦌 : Okay, so I got the job.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Really?

Real life bambi🦌 : Well, she's given me a few minutes to think. she’s kinda doing the interview backwards, cause she’s giving me the final decision, but she’s honestly so nice.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Don't forget about me when you make it to the top.

Real life bambi🦌 : Yeah, yeah, She's like crazy hot and super beautiful, but I think she's a bit older than me :(

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Yeah, she's probably married too.

Real life bambi🦌 : I don't think so. She doesn't have a ring.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Well, then I'd say go for it, but wouldn't it be kinda weird living together?

Real life bambi🦌 : Yeah, that's true, but it's not like I'll need to work with her for long, so maybe I'll bone her on my last week😉

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : You're disgusting.

Real life bambi🦌 : What? I'm just looking at the bright side. Just think about it. I get to live in a mansion I'll make over a hundred a day, and I get to see her I'm living the life.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : You're still disgusting.

Real life bambi🦌 : Stay mad. You're just salty that it's not you.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : I'll stick to working a 9 to 5 and bang chicks that are actually my age.

Real life bambi🦌 : Boring. Not many people can say they got that ripe pussy at my age.

Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Ooh, What a title to have

Real life bambi🦌 : gotta go. My sugar mama is coming 🥰

"So, have you made a decision yet?" you sat across from him at the table.

"You got yourself an employee." he gave you a wide smile.

"Great! When would you like to start?" I get a bit lonely around here, so the sooner, the better, but no pressure."

"Tomorrow is great for me."

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Requesting five times stayed for Castle of Glass please and thank you ❤️ Hope you get the chance to do another sleepover in the future

A/N: Me too! I've really enjoyed doing it! Some of these are pre-castle of glass, some are during the already written chapters of castle of glass. If you would like to send me a request for one of my WIP pairs, you can find the prompt list here!

five times stayed:

One:

“Do you have anywhere to go?” Nightwing asked, softer than Y/N was expecting from the hero she had just watched take apart all of Luthor’s men. He had brought her to a small, sparsely furnished apartment that she guessed was a safe house rather than where he actually lived. But he had insisted on treating the nasty gash on her side himself.

“I can find somewhere. I’ve done it before.” She told him, wondering exactly who he was beneath the mask, if he lived a completely mundane day life, or if his day life was as exciting as his night life.

He frowned. “That’s not- I don’t- You could stay here if you want. No one else knows about it and there’s a security system.”

It was her turn to frown. “What’s it cost?”

Nightwing took a minute to consider what she’d said. “Help me make sure Luthor can’t finish it.”

“Done.” She said with zero hesitation.

Two:

Jason’s head throbbed angrily as he started to regain consciousness. He took a moment to assess his surroundings before he opened his eyes. He was lying on something that was a lot comfier than the lumpy bed in his current safehouse and he could hear someone talking in worried whispers on the phone. The person seemed to be in another room so he risked cracking his eyes open to look around the room.

He was lying on a sofa in a rather messy apartment, but it was the suit on the coffee table next to his own helmet that drew his eye. The blue and black suit.

Fuck no.

He was not going back to Arkham, not again.

His head spun as he stood up faster than he intended to, but he had to get out, he couldn’t go back, he couldn’t.

“Woah, Jay, no, no, you need to sit down.” Dick lunged forward and caught him before he could keel over and face plant the floor.

“Get the fuck off me, Dickhead. I’m not going back to Arkham.” Jason growled and attempted to shove Dick off. But either Dick had suddenly gained Superman level strength, or Jason was a lot more fucked than he thought because Dick wouldn’t budge.

Dick deposited him back on his sofa and then stepped back, partially to avoid Jason’s attempt to punch him in the head.

“I’m not taking you back to Arkham.” Dick said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I never should have left you there in the first place.”

The part of Jason that was still Robin, the twelve year old boy who just wanted Dick Grayson to like him, wanted nothing more than to believe his older brother. But Dick had already thrown him in Arkham and then left him there once. Jason might understand because he’d nearly killed the new Robin and taken Dick’s computer birdie hostage, but that didn’t mean he wanted to go through that again.

“I haven’t killed anyone in months, you don’t have any reason to send me back. So, I’m gonna go and you can go back to forgetting me again.” Jason stood again, his head still spinning but he managed to stay standing this time, and grabbed his helmet.

But then he looked up at Dick and…fuck, Dickiebird looked like he was about to burst into tears and Jason’s head was not in a place to deal with that.

“I don’t want to forget you. I never did.” Dick whispered. “I promise I’m not going to send you back to Arkham. No one else even knows you’re here other than Alfred. But stay, please, just for the night. Jay, you’re in no state to go anywhere.”

Jason’s heart felt funny. “Just for the night then.”

Three:

“How was he?” Dick asked quietly.

Y/N glanced to where Jason was packing his bag. He looked better than when Dick had dropped him off three days prior; his bruises had started to fade and he could move on his own.

“He was fine. No problems, we even watched Pride and Prejudice without either of us snarking the other.”

Dick laughed but stifled it in the back of his hand when Jason shot them a look. “I’m surprised he didn’t try and climb out of your window.”

“Nope, he stayed put the whole time. Can’t guarantee he will stay in tonight though.” She smiled as Dick groaned.

Four:

“I really think you should stay in tonight.” Y/N said, looking at Jason with a frown on her face.

“I’m completely fine.” He said, pretty sure he almost convinced her before he sneezed again. He hadn’t actually been sick since his dip in the pit, but apparently a run in with Freeze and then Killer Croc before taking a dip in a Gotham sewer was something that even the pit wasn’t able to deal with.

“Jay.” She said softly and he flinched slightly as she rested the back of her head on his forehead. “You’re burning up.” She gently pushed him back until his knees hit the sofa and he sat down. Once he was sat down, he found he really didn’t want to get up. “If you go out, I’ll call Dick and send him after you. But if you stay in, I’ll make you a blanket fort and some soup.”

Soup sounded really good, the blankets sounded even better. “Fine, but only if you promise not to call Dickhead, at all, and make chicken noodle soup using the recipe I have in the kitchen.”

“Done.” She smiled and ruffled his curls like he was a kid.

Five:

“When this is all over, move in with me properly.” Jason said.

Y/N shifted her gaze from the night sky to look at him. “What do you mean by ‘properly’?”

“You can help me pick out the apartment, as long as it’s in my territory and I think it’s safe, and we can have more than one bedroom so you don’t have to set up all your stuff in the living room again. It can be our space, rather than my space that you’re using.” He said before furrowing his eyebrows. “That last bit sounded rude, didn’t it?”

“Only slightly.” She smiled. “But I get what you mean. You know if we did do that, you’d have to deal with the rest of the bats because Dick and Damian especially, will not leave us alone.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m aware of the risks, sweetheart, including the demon brat.”

She threaded her fingers with his and squeezed his hand. “Okay, yes then, I’ll move in with you properly.”

He smiled and she wanted to make sure she could see his smile for the rest of her life.

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albatmobile · 1 year

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 11

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

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: panic attack | 8k includes: aftermath of bombing, cooking w jason and lian, hurt comfort, xbox w roy, jayroy smut, ANSWERS- FINALLY! (maybe ;p)

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

Chapter 11: Bambi | ao3 - wattpad

A few days later, they get you everything you've asked for, along with your favorite ice cream and two bottles of Moscato. You roll your eyes when you see the latter, picking up the post-it-note attached to them that reads, ‘drink responsibly ;p”

Fucking Roy, you shake your head and close the fridge with your hip.

At the very least, you're grateful you won’t have to go grocery shopping for them again.

The past few days, they'd been in and out with Damian, but either Jason or Roy would stay with you and Lian when the other left.

You hate and love being doted on like this, but mostly you just hate that you need this much protection. A bombing is a serious matter, after all. God, what kind of sentence is that? You snort humorlessly to yourself as you take in your odd predicament.

It seemed someone had bombed your apartment with the intention of killing you, but who'd want to do that? It's too targeted to be random; you know that much, but none of your digging has brought anything up so far.

It's you and Jason today. He's currently FaceTiming Roy with his headphones in, seemingly talking about possible leads on what happened. The police hadn’t even reached out for a report or anything, which was more disturbing and led you and everyone else to believe the cops had already been bribed off, but by who, exactly?

The cards are stacked against you and all you can do is sit by and watch.

“How long did it take the two of you to get through this shit?” You hold up the piece of paper you'd written for them toward the camera so Roy can see what you're talking about. You're seriously impressed they’d managed to get everything you need.

Roy shoots you a Cheshire grin through the screen of Jason’s phone. “Babe, I’m flattered you think I got you that shit. If you let me loose in a store, do you really think I’d get anything remotely close to what you put on that list? No, ma’am, shit was all him,” He points directly into the lens. Roy then turns to the side with a smirk as he looks off-screen, giving you a drool-inducing view of his cutting jawline. Meanwhile, Jason blushes at being caught.

“You still remember what ice cream I like?” It’s more of a statement than anything because you really can’t believe it.

He looks at you, actually looks at you and it catches you completely off guard, “You practically lived with my family. Of course, I remember.”

His deep green eyes meet your own, making it seem as if all the years have been torn away like wrapping paper. Aside from the one night in the dark of the moonlight, when was the last time you’d been able to look into them like this? No, you don’t want to remember how long it’s been.

It's like a constant game of tug of war.

One moment, you feel like you have a handle on the situation enough to understand what's going on, then they'll say something or do something that flips everything on its head.

You sleeping in their bed, the domesticity of the entire situation, Jason remembering your favorite shit… But there are still too many walls, too many unsaids and unanswered questions, coupled with the fact that you still somehow feel like an outsider.

Eventually, answers will have to surface.

“If that’s all it takes to impress you, you might want to up your standards.”

Always back to humor.

You give a light smile and focus back on Roy on the screen, who's squinting in the sun. You can tell he’s trying to shade the screen because his fingers keep accidentally blocking the camera.

Jason and Roy go back to chatting about their days and Lian when a thought occurs to you.

“How are you guys going to fuck if I’m here?” Jason spits out the coffee he’d just taken a sip of while Roy hacks similarly over the speaker.

“Jesus, princess,” Roy wheezes and looks around, shaking the camera in the process.

“What? I’m quite literally sleeping between the two of you and I doubt you get much alone time as it is with a kid.” They're too busy staring dumbfounded at you to respond. “Seriously! It’s a genuine concern. I already feel so imposing.”

“Again, you’re not imposing,” Jason nudges you, forcing you to look up at him. “Seriously.”

You nod and look at Roy, who’s wearing a shit-eating grin, “What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’m just thinking about you thinking about us fucking,” Your face scrunches up in disgust but offer nothing further because, hell, that was what happened- how can you deny it? “Oh, this is good,” Roy snickers and you feel him looking directly at you as if he were in the room. “This is so good.”

“Can you just shut up for once?” You huff with a roll of your eyes. You look over at Jason when you feel him tense against you. “What?” A quick look at Roy shows he’s in the same flustered state. “What’d I say?”

“Nothing,” Jason manages and keeps his focus completely on Roy, whose shit-eating grin only continues to grow.

“What are you two about to get up to while I’m gone?” His eyebrows wiggle up and down animatedly until Jason quite literally hangs up.

You throw your head back and laugh, “You’re such a fucking asshole to your boyfriend.” You watch together as Roy spams Jason’s phone with numerous failed FaceTime attempts on top of chains of crying and broken heart emojis. “Holy fuck, never mind. I understand now.”

It’s Jason’s turn to laugh as he shoots Roy a quick ‘love you’ text before silencing his phone.

Before he can hide it, you manage to catch a few of their previous messages and try to make sense of what you see. ’Two Face,’ ‘bomb’ and ‘organization’ stick out to you, but Jason’s quick to shield it from you as soon as he catches sight of you looking.

You sheepishly glance up at him for being caught, “I take it you have some info?”

“Like you haven’t already been doing your own research,” His eyes narrow slightly at you as he analyzes your reaction.

You merely shrug. Of course you’ve been using your skills to look around for some kind of paper trail, but so far, nothing has come up.

“When the time comes, we might need your help.”

“What does that even mean, ‘when the time comes?’” You huff in annoyance, “You know, I’m getting pretty tired of this back and forth and vagueness. Do you have information or not?”

“No,” He lies easily.

You turn away to prevent him from seeing the tears that begin to well up.

Why does everything have to be so confusing? So forbidden, yet feels somehow obtainable at the same time. It's a constant game of tug of war in the cruel purgatory you've been trapped in with them for five years.

Jason says your name, “Look at me.” You remain turned away, but your thighs still press against his on the couch. “Don’t be a fucking brat about this. It’s for your own good- for your safety,” He tries, no pleads, but you refuse to listen.

“For my own good? Fuck you,” You turn back around with a push of your finger into his firm chest. “I’ve been doing shit on my own, by the way, for as long as I can remember. I don’t need to save me like some white fucking knight over shit that I know I can handle just as well.” It’s hard to miss the intensity of rage behind your eyes. “If anything, there’s no ‘might. You will need me.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Your name is hollow on his tongue as it pierces you with a calculated coldness. “It has to be this way.”

You curse but allow him to turn your head easily. You stare into his tender gaze, leaving your stomach to swirl as your fucked up game of tug of war continues. "You're no martyr, Jason."

He ignores your jab, eyes searching yours for something you don’t know how to give him. “I can’t see you hurt again.”

It’s so simple and yet rings out deeply in your aching chest.

You frown, knowing exactly what he's referring to. Sure, the street thugs, coffee shop robbery and apartment bombing have all been scary, but the Wayne Gala with the Joker all those years ago is what he always seems stuck on.

He leans into you, tracing gently at your throat where the lunatic had carved your scar, his calloused fingers tickling you in their wake. Your eyes flutter into a half-lidded gaze as his eyes rise from the patchy scar to your lips.

“There’s always some reason,” Your voice is a whisper in the quiet of their living room as it trails off.

The coffee machine bubbles and whirs as it brews, but aside from that, neither you nor Jason seem to know how to break the awkward silence that currently resounds.

“Some reason for what?” His low voice reverberates in a gravelly tone that has you shifting uncomfortably in arousal.

Some reason we can’t be together.

Some reason we can’t be open with each other.

“Nothing,” You shake your head and lean in further, testing just how close he'll let you get. “It’s nothing.”

His eyes start to close as yours do. It helps you momentarily forget how fucked up this entire situation is for Roy as you both lean in. You tilt your head first and he follows in a slow, meaningful dip that steals your breath away. Your heart pounds rapidly against your chest as you meet his approaching warmth with your own, allowing your eyes to slip shut just before your lips meet.

Are you dreaming?!

“Tell me you want this,” His gruff voice fans temptingly across your mouth.

Instead of responding, you keep your eyes shut, allowing your eyelashes to flutter against his cheeks, “I never took you for an idiot, Jason.”

“Oh, really?” You feel his eyes on you.

“How much more obvious could I be?” You slightly open your eyes, backing away, but he quickly pulls you back in. His gentle hands caress the sides of your face before gently resting his forehead against yours. “Hell, we’ve been like an Austen novel ever since you screamed at me all those years ago.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” He chuckles lightly, “‘M sorry about that, babe.”

“No, I know,” You reassure him as you search for something, anything to stop you from finally closing the distance.

It’s Lian’s loud whine, though, that ultimately pulls you away from each other as if you’ve both been simultaneously struck by lightning.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” She tramples over to the couch and plops down with crossed arms between the newly created space between you and Jason.

You nearly choke at the same time Jason says, “Woah.”

You look at each other as her words sink in, then quickly look away with burning cheeks that match Jason’s own. His eyes follow you as if waiting for a response, but how are you supposed to know how to do something like that?

It isn’t like Jason's correcting her or anything. Is it your job to?

You get up and go to the kitchen in lieu of a response to start searching for something to make, all while Jason’s large presence follows behind you like a shadow.

“You’re actually going to cook for once?”

“Don’t make me regret it,” His voice is still low and thickly coated in arousal. You feel yourself clench around the steady supply of slickness that had accumulated from your intimate moment together on the couch.

You open their fridge and bend over slowly, accentuating your ass on purpose as you arch down towards the bottom drawer to pull out a shit ton of sauces and the fresh ginger and cilantro Jason had gotten for you. Meanwhile, he turns on the stove.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Lian comes up to tug at your leggings. “Can I have pizza, please?”

“Lian, you’re killin’ my Thai vibes.”

“Was Thai?” She wrinkles her nose at the ingredients in your hands as you dump them on the kitchen island. “Is it good?”

You nod and lift her up onto the island to help you add the liquid ingredients into the stock pot. “Especially because you helped make it, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” She nods proudly at Jason as you hand her a spoonful of oyster sauce to add. “I’m a soup chef.”

You smile and flick her on the nose, “Sous chef.”

“Yes, soup chef,” She looks at Jason very seriously as she takes the lemon grass stocks next to her and dumps them into the pot. “It means I help cook.”

“You’re a very good soup chef, then.” Jason takes her tiny hand and places it under his bulky, scared one as he helps her scoot the ginger and onions he’d just cut in with the rest of the ingredients, “That’s a good girl.”

You blush at his praise and turn around to focus on preparing the chicken, but you feel Jason’s heavy gaze on you. You have half a mind to turn around and flip him off, but think better of it if only for Lian.

He knows exactly what he's doing.

“Thank you, daddy.”

He chuckles lowly as you refuse to meet his gaze and moves the pot from the kitchen island to the stovetop, sideling up right next to you.

Much to your chagrin, it appears like he has no plans of letting your flustered state go unnoticed. You feel his body press against yours, relishing in the shared contact like the touch-deprived heathen you are.

He looks down at you with a light smirk as you press further into his immovable muscular form. You’re both pushing into each other’s sides when the door clicks open and Roy walks in.

“Oh damn,” You and Jason look over to Roy at the door, but your mouth quickly drops at the sight of Roy in a tank top and low-hanging sweats.

It’s only as he sets down his duffle bag that you notice his towel strategically covering his prosthetic.

Why won’t he just show it to you already?

Does he really think you're so shallow that you'll think differently of him?

He smirks. Instead of the usual cheeky one, it borders on wicked.

He watches as you follow his every movement and lifts up the hem of his shirt to wipe at the sweat on his face to tease you. It seems that Jason’s annoyed ‘tch’ only spurs him on further because he then shoots a coy wink your way.

“Where were you at again?” It comes out more breathy than you’d like, but holy shit is he putting on a show.

“Gym?” He tries while you openly continue to eye up his glistening muscles. Eventually, Jason’s seen enough and flicks red curry paste on your nose.

“Hey!” You reluctantly rip your eyes from Roy to whip around and smack Jason across the face with a huge splash of soy sauce.

He snickers as he wipes at the remnants of your assault. “Fuck you, babe. That's for hitting on my boyfriend.”

“I was not!” You insist as you hurl the leftover ginger root at him, but he catches it easily and throws it back at you. “Ow!”

He looks you over smugly, “Never use a weapon against someone you wouldn’t want them using back on you.” He remarks smartly as Roy grabs Lian out of the line of fire with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jason slips across the kitchen on leftover soy sauce but uses the momentum to trap you against the counter. “Next time, I’ll be sure to throw the cilantro instead-OOF!” You exclaim as he runs into you, practically knocking the wind out of you in the process.

He chuckles darkly, refusing to let you out of his grasp.

You know it’s Jason and that he’s just joking, but the laughter, coupled with the feeling of being trapped, causes panic to spill to the surface.

You try to laugh, but it comes out as a pained breath. Jason quickly senses something is off and searches the depths of your eyes for confirmation that you’re not all there. You try to swallow the panic down, but it traps painfully in your throat and only furthers the intensity of your shallow breathing.

“Sorry, little bird,” You tense in his hold. His eyes narrow immediately as yours go out of focus and your uneven breaths increase.

That name.

The last time he'd used that name on you had been all those years ago. You’ve definitely been caught off guard by it and it puts you back in a really vulnerable place.

Jason disappears from your frantic view as the past takes over the forefront of your vision. Unwanted memories of Joker’s scarred, bloody smile that showcased his vile teeth with every maniacal crack of his laughter slam into your skull.

Your hands find their way to your head in a fruitless effort to stop the thoughts as you smack back into the counter ledge behind you.

Jason’s concerned hold around you dissolves into the deranged henchmen. You feel your eyes go wild as you struggle wildly to get out of their overbearing grasp. They're too close. Your throat tightens to the point it feels like you're drowning for air and your uneven, shallow breaths quickly turn into erratic gasps.

Your hand absentmindedly raises between the little space between you to soothe the tingling ache that spreads from the top of your scar to the bottom of it. Jason follows the motion easily and removes his arms from around you, but it’s too late. Your vision is already closing in.

You panic after having staved off the nightmares for so many years by burying these memories deep down.

Not deep enough, you guess.

Roy, having safely deposited Lian on the couch, runs back into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the shift in mood. The redhead uses both of your distracted states to grab the soy sauce and lemon juice to douse you both with a mischievous chuckle.

“FOOD FIGHT!”

In your distorted state, it only adds to the horrors that are already bearing down upon you.

The lemon stings your eyes and the raw skin on your throat where you’d been scratching. All the overwhelming sensations boil over until you’re screaming and falling to the floor with your head in your hands.

“Woah!” Roy instantly drops the bottles. They clatter to the floor as he rushes to your side, though the crash against the tile floors only spurs further hysteria. Your chest heaves as another wave of panic punches you square in the stomach.

You can’t breathe.

Somewhere in the haze of your perturbed thoughts, you hear Jason tell him to back up. It forces you to remember that, yes, this is Jason’s voice and yes, you're still in his and Roy’s kitchen and not in the confines of the manor’s cabinets.

You desperately suck in the scent of Jason and Roy, along with the fragrant soup on the stove and whatever shit Roy had spilled on you, before you're finally able to come back to the present moment.

You’re hugging your legs to your chest as you pathetically cower against their island cabinets.

Joker’s laughter fades from your head, leaving a resounding pounding in its wake until you’re left with the stark quiet of the real world.

The boiling pot and Lian’s worried coos are the only sounds that fill the room. Lian sounds closer than if she were still on the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to move any part of your body just yet to check.

“Hey, hey!” You feel Roy and Jason’s hands grabbing your own. You look up at them quizically only for your face to morph into terror at the sight of blood spilling from your fingernails.

“I didn’t…” You shake your head worriedly and touch lightly at your neck to confirm that, yes, you’ve just scratched your scar raw. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Jason insists, slowly reaching a hand out toward you. “It was my fault.” Your stomach clenches at the memory of what he called you. You visibly wince as you fight against the memories that threaten to come back. They back off again and you feel like crying, no, wait, you are crying. “Find your anchor,” At his words, you force your eyes to stay on his. He nods when he sees you focus on him and brings a finger underneath your chin in a comforting manner. “That’s it, come back to me,” Jason says your name and you have to force yourself to regulate your breathing again.

All you can do is repeat sorry as tears splatter onto your huddled knees.

Roy returns to your side. It's then that you notice Lian’s absence and cry even harder. She 's probably traumatized and it’s all because of you. All you can do is repeat sorry as they clutch you against their sturdy chests while you crumble to pieces.

Jason murmurs against your right ear while Roy coos against your left, both rubbing light circles against your back. You allow Roy to pick you up and immediately nuzzle against his freckled, still sticky neck from remnants of his workout. Roy deposits you onto Jason’s lap and you waste no time curling into his neck, which smells a hell of a lot better than Roy’s.

He comes back with a med kit and hands it to Jason, “I’ll be right back. I need to check on Lian.” You visibly pout, not missing the pitiful looks they send your way.

You hate it. Hate that they can see you so vulnerable, no matter how many walls you put up, while they both remain surrounded by fortresses.

Your bottom lip quivers under their careful concern and soon enough, you’re forced to shove your head into the crook of Jason’s to stifle your sobs. You’ve done enough damage to that little girl already; she doesn’t need to hear you wailing, too.

Again, the only words that seem to make it past the thick lump in your throat is, 'sorry' as your tears and snot steadily leak onto Jason’s shirt. Nevertheless, Jason pulls you tight against him and lets you cry it out.

Eventually, your pounding headache overcomes your ability to cry and you sit there sniffling until Roy returns. "Sorry for being such a crybaby."

“You aren't a crybaby,” Jason assures you.

“You’ve even said it yourself,” You lamely remind him of what he’d said after the manor party.

Roy chuckles fondly at the memory, but you cut it off with a single, pointed glare in his direction. He puts his hands up in faux surrender and starts playing gently with your hair. You can’t help but melt into his delicate touch.

“That was about Bruce, Joker is a different story,” Jason points out, all while watching your interaction with a tender gaze. “Listen, neither of us are mad at you, so you can stop with all of the apologies.”

You don’t recall much of eating, let alone how the Tom Kha tastes as your body floats through the motions. You want to will away the remaining tendrils of terror the Joker holds over you, but they refuse to relinquish themselves over your thoughts.

“I bet you’re drained. Let’s get you to bed.” You allow them to lead you to the bathroom, drifting weightlessly behind them in the auto-pilot-like haze your body has shut down into.

You don’t even bother with your routine as you strip from your clothes and gratefully accept the t-shirt Roy throws your way. You take off your underwear with little shame and throw it in their hamper before slipping into their bed in between them.

You ignore their widened eyes as you shamelessly curl into Jason’s firm chest, leaving their eyes to widen even more. Roy quickly gathers his bearings and moves to attach himself around your back like a leech. This is how you all end up falling asleep.

•••

The light filters through the large window in their room and you hiss at it as you curl further into the body next to you, breathing in their addicting morning scent and moan.

“Mmm. Good morning to you too, princess.”

You crack open a tired eye to see Roy’s lazy smile coupled with messy red hair splayed out against the pillow you're sharing.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Roy.”

He snorts, drawing you closer to his chest, which you easily let him. From this close, it’s easy to ignore the aching remains of your pounding headache from last night. You feel the remnants of nausea from your episode, but you don’t want to worry him with anything.

You whine when he gets up and motion for him to carry you, “Jesus, you’re just as bad as Lian.”

You roll your eyes and laugh when he comes up to pick you up bridal style.

“Thank you,” You reply earnestly, knowing you only would’ve made a fool of yourself if you’d gotten up with your legs feeling as unsteady as they do.

Roy carries you past Jason, who’s playing dolls with Lian on the floor, to set you down on the couch before plopping down next to you. You lounge on the couch, half watching as they play some sort of Barbie gladiator brawl Lian had created and half spacing out until.

Eventually, Jason sets the Raquelle doll down and makes to leave.

“I need to go over some stuff for work, so I’m going to head out,” Jason says as he stands, brushing imaginary dust from his jeans as he does so. “Is that okay?”

You startle when his eyes meet yours, drawing you from your thoughts.

“Me?” You ask unsurely, looking at him in confusion. “You’re asking me?”

He shrugs and tries to look nonchalant, but you see right through him, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You startle slightly when he walks over and leans down to embrace you. You’re barely able to return the gesture before he heads off to get dressed as if nothing had even happened in the first place, leaving you completely stupefied.

This? This is something you could definitely get used to.

The entire day, much to Lian’s chagrin, is a never-ending downpour, effectively eliminating any hopes of hers to go to the park like she’d been begging about ever since two days ago. It's all for the best, considering you hardly have energy left after last night and your body will hardly cooperate as is. Eventually, Lian gives up on toys and cartoons and snuggles you extra hard.

Meanwhile, Roy starts up a game you’ve never heard of and offers you the controller, “Wanna play, babe?”

As a force of habit, you automatically look around for Jason to see if he’s heard but quickly remember that it’s just you and Roy. You smile lightly, rejecting the controller in favor of cuddling into his side. He allows you to easily, even going as far as to draw you closer to his side when he maneuvers his arm to be around you while still being able to play.

You and Lian watch Roy in sleepy silence as he fails the same boss fight six times in a row before you shift with a tiny laugh and grab the controller, “You’re not paying attention to your health and you’re shi-sucky at dodging. Give me this thing.”

“Sure thing, princess,” You blush as he continues to stare at you even after you’ve unpaused the game. “Are you feeling any better?”

You bite your lip, content to focus on the virtual battle at hand while escaping from your internal battle until Roy asks. You allow yourself to get lost in the game just a bit longer until Lian squirms against you to face you with an exaggerated pout face that rivals your own from the night before.

“Hey! Dad asked you a question!” You try to stifle your giggle at her sleep-ridden, slightly slurred sentence, but she hears it anyway. She furthers her pout by crossing her arms petulantly.

“You’re right,” You pause the game to pet her hair gently before turning your head to face a grinning Roy.

He still has you trapped with his arm around your shoulder and uses the position to gently drag his prosthetic finger in tantalizing, nearly ticklish circles. You couldn’t get any closer to him unless you were actually sitting on top of him, which didn’t sound awful at all, yet you fruitlessly tried to close any remaining gaps between you as you squirm your side further into his warmth.

“Good,” She pokes you in the stomach and you flinch slightly at the pressure. “Now tell dad you’re sorry.”

You look from her to Roy and internally curse as your cheeks heat up.

Roy’s shit-eating grin is enough to have you rolling your eyes, but your blush speaks volumes as to how you’re actually feeling about the situation, “Sorry, Roy.”

“Who’s Roy?” Lian squints at you like you’re slow. “That's dad.”

Roy snorts and you’re two seconds from beating his ass, but you appease Lian nonetheless, “Sorry, dad.”

“How sweet,” Roy coos your name and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up and over to meet his gaze. You gulp lightly.

Your eyes flicker from the deep green of his eyes all the way to his red, blush-stained lips.

“Do you ‘cept her apology, dad?”

“I do,” His voice rasps lowly as it fans across your face, which is now mere inches away from your own.

“Good,” She huffs. You feel her settle back into your side, but you're entirely focused on Roy. “Now answer the question.”

“How old are you again?” You joke.

She settles back into your hold and motions for you to continue.

“I’m tired and still scared and tired of being scared… So it’s just a lot. It’s hard to talk about s’all.” You mutter out the last part, wanting desperately to get back to the game, but Roy takes the controller from your hands before you can.

“Remember when you said being scared is normal?” You groan when Lian throws your own affirmations back at you. You don’t have the heart to tell her that there’s a difference between being a toddler robbed at gunpoint and you, a grown-ass woman who still can’t get over something from years ago. “I love you,” She says finally.

At her unexpected admission, you and Roy share a quick glance with each other, leaving her to fret as if she's said a bad word. Roy pauses his game and focuses his attention solely on you and Lian next to him, leaving you to blush under his watchful green eyes.

“I love you too,” You uncurl partially from Roy’s side to draw her to you in a half hug. “Now, come nap with me.”

“No, naps are for babies.” She giggles as she attempts to flee from your arms. You only put up a little fight before letting her run across the couch to the opposite side.

“Hey! I’m not a baby.” You hold up your hands like she’s forcing a secret out of you, “All I’m saying is that Superboy loves naps.”

She stops suddenly in your grasp and you know you have her.

“You don’t know that,” She insists petulantly but crawls back into your arms, anyway like she can't decide if you're lying or not.

You’ve never really hung out with Roy alone and it's nice to know that, even after all these years, it isn’t awkward at all. Even if most of the day has been spent in silence, Roy still manages to make you feel at ease. It's incredibly endearing, though you’ll never admit it out loud. You find yourself truly basking in your time with him and Lian.

You don’t know when you doze off, but a particular booming thunder startles you from your nap. You nearly snuggle back into your sleep when you hear two sets of snores harmonizing above the sound of the torrential downpour outside. You shift, stirring Roy from his sleep.

He shoots you a questioning brow as you untangle yourself from the two sleepy Harper’s to stand.

“I need to shower,” You whisper and lean over his slumped form to absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair.

You try to ignore how easily he leans into your touch, how delicately his red lashes flutter closed against his freckled cheeks, but you can’t. In fact, it’s all you can think about as you go through the motions of washing and drying yourself until you realize you’re naked in their room with the door unlocked.

You quickly get dressed in a pair of shorts and a random t-shirt you find folded on the dresser that smells intensely of some sort of woodsy cologne before returning to the living room. You easily snatch the controller from Roy’s grip and take over with a challenging smirk. “What?”

“You,” He flicks you roughly on the nose, “are lucky my etai yazi is here and I can’t curse.”

“Whatever,” You stick your tongue out at him only to gasp as he grabs it. “Heh! S’not hair!”

“What was that, princess? Something about it not being fair? Didn’t quite catch that.” It’s his turn to smirk as he leans in, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Yeh, a weal puthy,” You jest back.

He erupts into a fit of laughter and you manage to free your tongue in the process, but he grabs hold of part of the controller, “You’re still annoying as ever, I see.”

You huff, securing your grasp on it, “Yeah, same to you.”

“Cliche,” He smugly tugs the controller towards himself.

You tug it right back, “Roy, it’s touché.”

“Oh,” He sheepishly ruffles his hair. “Well, touché touché then!”

You giggle lightly, watching as his face softens at the delicate noise, “That’s not even how it works!”

He snatches the controller from you and springs from the couch to get away from your grasp. He holds it above your head, but you don’t give him the satisfaction of jumping for it like he’s undoubtedly waiting for. Instead, you stomp his foot, effectively bringing the controller back down to your height. relinquishing his hold on it. You quickly grab it and waste no time racing back to the couch where Lian, who's managed to sleep throughout the whole ordeal, is still snoring.

“Not fair,” He whines as he rubs soothingly at his foot. “You played dirty!”

“What other games do you have?” You ignore his pain in lieu of moving to crouch in front of their TV stand. You make quick work of flipping through the disks you see, but nothing catches your eye- that is, until… “Oh, no way, you have Skate 3?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Roy rubs his face mirthfully while he watches you bend down on all fours to reach for the game that's stuck between the wall and the console.

You finally manage to grab it and stick the disk in and try to crawl backward when Jason walks in to see Roy seriously eyeing your ass and joins in. “Damn.”

You startle at Jason’s deep voice, hitting your head on the shelf you’d been reaching under in the process, “Shit!” You want to absolutely disappear as you're forced to wiggle backward until your head is clear of the offending shelf. You stand up as soon as you're free of the damned TV stand.

“You good?”

“Mhm,” You nod a bit too quickly and bristle when they start to chuckle. “Shut up.”

“Daddy!” Lian rushes up to Jason, who lifts her up into a spin. You catch Roy beaming out of the corner of your eyes and feel a pang of longing in your stomach. “You got us McDonald's?”

Lian scurries off with her happy meal with an excited screech that you can’t help but laugh at.

Roy ruffles her hair as she rushes by him before going over to kiss Jason. “How was work, baby?”

Jason set down the greasy bag of food on the counter. “Unproductive.”

“Oh,” The sound of disappointment in Roy’s voice matches the look on Jason’s face. “That’s alright, don’t worry about it. Same shit for me too; don’t forget that.”

You nod, knowing the feeling. Or, well, at least you think you do from what you're picking up on.

In the stress of the last day or so, you’d completely blown off one of your gigs. Even though shit was hitting the fan and you technically didn’t have an apartment, you know you'll still probably be forced to pay out the remainder of your lease. Plus, it's not like you can just force yourself on their household and become another financial burden to them when they already have Lian to look after.

Hell, you're already taking up space in their literal bed. You can’t not help out financially if you continue to live here but damn… You're going to go broke.

It's a fear of yours after having lived with thieves. It's the whole reason you went to college and graduated early- you can't afford to be like them. You won't allow it. And yet, here you are, neglecting work.

“Why is our daughter playing Skate of all god-forsaken games?” You follow Jason’s gaze to the couch, where Lian is poking at the controller with half an apple slice half sticking out of her mouth.

“Lian, do a kickflip!” You snatch a sandwich out of the bag and go over to where she’s randomly mashing the buttons yet somehow nailing the moves.

You all finish dinner quickly and they disappear off into the room while you finish the skate competition you started before yawning. It's definitely time for bed. You slump down to the floor to turn off their Xbox and follow after them.

At first, you don’t notice anything as you go about rifling through one of their dressers for a sleep shirt. You still don't notice anything when you toe off your panties and throw them in the hamper. It’s only when you’re checking if the coast is clear to slip off your shirt that you hear it.

Jason’s soft, needy moans, Roy’s satisfied grunts alongside the slapping of wet skin together.

No fucking way.

You think about Roy’s rosy, damp skin from the other day and can’t help the moan that escapes. At the realization that the only thing between you and their naked bodies was a singular, thin wall, you bite your bottom lip.

You feel your clit throb in response to their escalating noises and know that if you’re about to do what you’re thinking about, you better do it fucking quick.

You already feel close as the memories of your previous session in this room flood to your mind while the real sounds play out from the bathroom next door. The image of Jason bottoming for Roy while your shampoo and body wash still pollutes the bathroom only spurs on your imagination that they want you, that they're doing this on purpose, that it isn’t just an obsession.

You force yourself to move in time to their audible thrusts, not even bothering to cover up the obscene noises sputtering from your mouth the closer you get.

Their rhythm picks up and you tremble as you force yourself to follow along with the toe-curling pace. You know it's only a matter of time before the pressure building icily in the heat in your lower abdomen releases.

“Fuck me,” You hiss as you quite literally think about that.

You know you’re completely fucked when Roy’s voice cracks pathetically around Jason’s name, echoing for your pleasure as it bounces around the tiled room.

You're still coming down from your high when they emerge nonchalantly. You quickly close your legs together when you hear Roy ask if you're in the room.

“Oh, damn,” Jason says. The sight of your trembling form on their bed is all the answer they need.

“I guess you guys did figure out how to fuck with me here,” Roy drops his dumbfounded look and the towel he's rubbing his hair with to chuckle in disbelief.

Your face flushes as he openly stares over the naked expanse of your legs tangled in their sheets. You tug the hem of Roy’s t-shirt you borrowed but realize quickly that it hardly covers anything anyway and release it in favor of covering the scar you’d bloodied earlier.

This apparently pisses Jason off. “What would you say to me if I covered up my scars?” He raises a pointed brow at the action, joining you on the bed in only his boxers.

“Why would you do that?" You stare at him quizzically as if it's obvious, which, for you, it is. "They look hot.”

He draws back, seemingly dumbfounded that you've said such a thing.

Hell, even you're surprised with yourself as your hand subconsciously smacks itself over your mouth as a barrier to prevent any further stupidity from leaking out.

“Told you, Jay,” Roy says smugly.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” Roy gulps under the sudden heat of your eyes, “Hiding your fucking prosthetic from me like I’m some shallow bitch.”

You look down at your hand in betrayal. Wasn't it atop your mouth to stop the bullshit from spewing?

It's Roy's turn to look completely baffled, “That’s not what it is at all, princess.”

“Well then,” You begin fiddling with the covers, “seems like we’ve all got our shit then, so leave me be.” You huff but still pull Jason close to you. You're glad when he doesn’t put up a fight as you draw the covers over the two of you.

You feel the heat of Jason’s cheeks as he blushes, drawing him into you while pressing yourself against his boyfriend. You lightly nudge Roy to put his arm around you to cuddle, which he obliges easily.

You fall asleep with the remains of your orgasm coating your inner thighs.

•••

When you wake up in the middle of the night, both sides of the bed are cold and completely empty. In your sleep-hazed panic, along with the scalding memories of the attacks over the past few days, your first instinct is to check that Lian’s safe.

Your feet quietly carry you across the hall only to find her dead asleep in her bed. You move to close her door softly and go back to sleep when you hear a window latch from the main room.

You tense, freezing as you wait for further noise and, when none comes, you race back to the master bedroom to look around for a weapon. You know these motherfuckers are strapped, but where would they hide it? You quickly find a loaded gun, rolling your eyes when you find it nestled amongst a shit ton of lube and dildos in Jason’s nightstand. You force yourself to push their earlier session in the shower from your head as you wield the gun.

A gun would definitely do a lot more damage than a ginger root… Jason's words of warning come to mind while you survey the hallway, ultimately finding nothing.

The foreign weight of the metal serves as a constant reminder that you have absolutely no idea how to wield the damn thing.

Your hands shake slightly as you gather the courage to check around the corner, only to immediately retreat. You only barely manage to withhold your terrified gasp as you press yourself against the hallway wall at the sight of a giant shadow moving across the living room.

Shit.

Your breathing halts without your permission.

There's a groan, then a voice shushing.

Your eyes widen owlishly. There's two of them?

Your head slowly peaks around the corner to confirm that, yes, there are two men in the apartment.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

Oh, motherfuckingfuck.

You steel yourself, realizing you're going to have to confront them sooner rather than later.

Does the universe really want you dead this bad?

You see the first man fiddling with the lamp by the couch and figure that, while his friend is still hanging halfway through the window, this is the best time to make a move.

The first man's back is to your position and you soon realize that now's the time to attack. You use the darkness as your cover, avoiding the squeaky spots on their hardwood floors as you traverse behind their various pieces of furniture until you reach the end of your cover.

It's now or never.

The dude looks to be well over six feet tall from where you stand, but you won’t let his height nor your semi-naked state phase you. You’ve dealt with worse. Much worse... You shake your head, dispelling your spiraling thoughts in order to ready yourself for the attack.

You manage to muster up the courage as you avoid the last weak spot on the floor. You press the loaded gun into the dude’s back just as he flicks on the lamp.

The light clicks on, casting a dim, yellow glow across the scene unfolding in front of your very eyes. It's only then that you’re actually able to make out your attacker’s features.

Red Hood.

You gasp at the realization, cursing yourself instantly when his head snaps your way.

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” Red Hood robotically tones while holding up his hands in lax surrender. You don't falter, keeping your aim steady on his back, even going so far as to press the gun further into the leather of his jacket.

“Or just in general might be nice,” You retort deadpan as you position yourself in a way that creates a buffer between the two men and the hallway. “Just because you’ve saved me doesn’t mean I won’t cap your ass for breaking and entering, buddy.” You nod at the man who's still hanging halfway in the window and halfway out, “I’m talking to you too, arrow boy.”

He groans again, whether in pain or embarrassment, you aren’t sure, but it’s enough of a distraction for Red Hood to flip around and disassemble your gun before you can even realize it’s been taken from your hands.

You stare up at him, completely shocked and, deep down, a bit turned on.

You’re weaponless and Lian’s door is the first door in the hallway.

Okay, no. Not turned on- you're scared as fuck. Who are you kidding?

“We’re not here to hurt you.” He pushes you lightly down on the couch and, in your shock, you let him.

You remember your outfit choice too late and quickly tug the hem down over your crotch as far as it'll go, but whatever he’s seen, he’s seen. The damage is done, but, true to his word and regardless of your undressed state, it doesn’t seem like he's going to hurt you.

“Stay put,” He warns and retreats backward toward the slumped-over form of the arrow dude from the coffee shop. You watch as Red Hood lifts the man with some effort, shaking your head when you realize how many questions this is prompting.

“If you’re not here to hurt me, why are you here, then?”

“You were right,” Red Hood’s warbled, robotic voice sounds against the silence of the apartment while he carries the slumped man over his shoulder, ignoring your question entirely.

You click your tongue in annoyance, crossing your arms as you get up to follow behind him petulantly. Just who does he think he is walking around the apartment like he fucking owns it?

“I know.” But you don’t know; you just like being told you're right.

He makes a robotic noise you assume, no, hope, is amusement as he sets arrow dude down on the kitchen island and turns on the main light.

You maintain a wary distance from Red Hood as you go to check on the man bleeding all over the countertop Jason had just cleaned. You quickly piece together that it’s most likely Roy, as you’re almost certain that it’s a match to his prosthetic hand. Your revelation still doesn’t explain why Red Hood's here, though.

“Roy?” You try. He nods, slipping off his domino mask to look at you. Your heart stops beating for the second time tonight. His eyes are wincing in pain and you look down to find a dagger embedded in his thigh.

“We owe you an explanation,” Roy says, leaving you to furrow your brows in confusion as to who exactly the 'we’ in this situation is.

Roy and Red Hood??

You look over at the hulking, helmeted man in question quizzically, wishing he’d just up and leave already.

You let the silence of the situation settle over you.

You look away from his red helmet and take Roy’s prosthetic hand into your own, turning it over in a brief inspection, “Think I’ve heard that one before.” You keep an even gaze on them from the corner of your eyes, “Don’t think I ever actually got one.”

You sigh as you set his hand back down on the counter, turning to meet both of their stares.

The vigilantes in front of you seem to cower under your heavy gaze, which, under any other circumstances, would be totally comical, but you can’t ruin the hold you have over them when you have them right where you want them.

They aren’t getting out of it this time; you're going to make sure of it.

Your mind is already racing with speculations and connections after Roy’s vigilante reveal. Soon, your conspiracy-like theories quickly spin from your head and into an audible, verbal mess.

“So if you’re arrow dude…” The wheels are turning so loudly in your head that you don’t even hear Roy’s groan of shame. “Then,” Your eyes keep shifting between as your thoughts race around Jason and Roy's matching duffle bags and odd hours. “And then… What?” You thought back to the Wayne family teaching you self-defense. All that bullshit about 'hostage training' was all cover up for... “Wait, no.” And the Wayne Gala, which meant- Damian… No, Bruce, Jason, “No way.”

You finally come to a conclusion, blinking owlishly at the men in front of you. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 3

Hello! Sorry it’s a bit late, I’ve been settling in the cottage I’m in on holiday. I can't wait for to post this part, since it's now finally starting to kick off! For those who have asked to be in the Taglist, just know you're on the guest list for my funeral, cuz you guys are the ones giving me motivation. <3333333

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from England ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1017 (Slightly shorter this time)

Warnings: Blood, Minor Injuries, Kate's having a slight panic attack but doesn't realise it lol

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PART 1: Chapter 3 -

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Throughout time, it was believed that bridges were gateways to other realms and dimensions, and this is what some people believed supernatural creatures such as ghosts used to cross into the world of the living.

Now would be a good time to be anyone but me.

Chills swept up my spine and down my limbs as I felt frozen in place at the sight before me. Mind clouded with anxiety and confusion, I racked my brain to see if I could come to even a singular conclusion to why Kay had evaporated into thin air.

Breaking through my fuzzed up thoughts, I went with my first idea. Sprinting to where I had last seen her leaning on the other side of the bridge, I practically threw the top half of my body over the edge.

My wide eyes glared into the depths below, scanning intently for any sign that she had fallen in. A circle of ripples, bubbles, anything! But to my bewilderment, nothing revealed any indication that she had landed in the water. Well, now that I come to think of it, if she had fallen, there would’ve been at least some noise. Whether it was a splash, or her screaming as she fell.

I breathed a small sigh in relief as I semi-ruled out the possibility. But the unease swept back like a wave, as I remembered that I was currently alone, in the middle of the woods, with nothing but a thin waterproof coat to keep me warm.

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The next couple minutes was spent retracing my steps as I returned to the clearing, the whole time I called Kay’s name, straining my ears through the noise of the birds and trees for any sort of reply.

I eventually returned to the bridge, with the intent of returning to the car park to see if Kay had ended up there, and worst case scenario, report her missing.

I switched on my phone’s torch, in order to navigate my way back in the now dying light, whilst nothing but panic pumped at high speed through my veins, my head still clogged with questions about what happened.

Tears pricked at my eyes at the thought of my missing friend and being alone in the middle of nowhere. Nothing like this should happen unless it was a horror movie! What caused her to disappear? How did she vanish so quickly and quietly? I wiped at my glassy eyes, black mascara now smudged on my hand and probably my face. I pushed on and started my way over the bridge.

It was now dark, with only my phone bearing a sphere of light to illuminate what was in front of me. I lifted my head to look ahead, only to stagger to a stop, shock crashing over me for the second time this evening - only this time it was impossible to try and come up with an explanation.

It seemed to shimmer and glitter in the light of my torch, and all I could do for a moment was peer at it with nothing but bafflement as I tried to wrap my head around what I was witnessing. A shaky breath rattled through my lungs as I shuffled a tantalising foot forwards. Call me dumb, but crossing this bridge was my only way back, and this thing completely blocked the path.

It looked like a wall of some sort – transparent – as I could just make out the other side, but it swirled and morphed between white and grey, as if someone had taken the world’s biggest liquid veil and defied gravity by hanging it up in the middle of nowhere. Scanning it whilst moving my phone about, I theorised that this could most likely be behind Kay’s bizarre disappearance.

I slowly lowered myself to the ground, patting my hand about on the wooden floor for a stick I had spotted earlier whilst keeping a firm eye on the veil. I soon felt the knobbly bark and wrapped my hand around it before gradually straightening back up. I held it up in front of me, as both defence and a prodder and inched it forward with my shaking hand until it was no more than a half inch away.

Gently swaying the thin branch from side to side, I cautiously edged it closer each time, making the crazy decision to see if I could swirl what I guessed was liquid within this mysterious wall. That was, until the stick finally came in contact.

I let out a sharp cry of alarm as the stick was torn out of my hand and with a flash, it was gone. I let out a hiss, grimacing as I felt a harsh burning and opened my hand, only to see gashes where the branch had torn at my skin as the veil sucked it in at the speed of light. Clenching my jaw and taking deep breaths through my nose, I tried to put pressure on the wounds in an attempt to stop the blood that was now oozing out and running down my arm.

But what was most important, is that I now had a clear idea of what happened to Kay.

With newfound determination, I strode up to the veil, eager to find my friend. Coming face to face, it was only when I went to step forward, did I hesitate.

What if something bad happens as soon as I stepped through? I didn’t want both of us to go missing without a trace. What would become of our family, and other friends? I didn’t want to put that type of trauma on them! However, it would be worse if I returned alone, I don’t think Kay’s mum would ever forgive me for losing her daughter.

Coming to a final decision, I faced back towards the wall, trying my best to keep myself from faltering.

“I swear down if I don’t come back from this they better put me on Buzzfeed Unsolved.” I muttered to myself.

Reaching out again with my bleeding hand, I decided there was no turning back now, and with a deep breath, I touched the wall.

With a ferocious jolt, my feet were swept from underneath me, and before I could let out even a scream, I was thrusted forward into darkness.

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Do you read anyone else’s fics? Or does writing, take up all your time on here? I’m just genuinely curious if you have any favorite stories? ( you may of been asked this already) -

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i will be honest- i don't read as much as i should on this site now that i'm writing daily, but i want to remedy that. if anyone has any recs or if you want me to read your writing, just message me ! i'm an absolute sucker for a well written fic. i'm not doing this in any sort of order btw ! just writing them down as they come to me. if i haven't mentioned a fic of yours- it's not because i don't like it ! it probably means that i just haven't gotten to it yet !

here are some fics that genuinely buttered my biscuit and had my one hundred and fifteen pound, tiny chihuahua-ass doing backflips down the hallway:

forbidden desire- @mamaspresley ( i read this three times within the first 48 hours of it being posted. i would suck the grease out of austin's hair in this movie like a damn rat. i'm jealous of the pitbull that got to chomp on this man's nutsack. i wish i was the doorframe where his ass got curb stomped. jackie did the damn thing on this one. if anyone knew how many times i've actually read this fic, someone might take my phone away from me. i told her that this was one of my favorite tumblr fics in the history of ever and she didn't believe me. "really?" yes, girl. yes. this had me doing the bend and snap. jackie you're so talented.)

to find a cure- @mamaspresley ( adorable. couldn't breathe the entire time. i had my inhaler in my lap and was clutching my modelo with my free hand. knuckles pale. knees quivering. mom's spaghetti. i'm nervous.)

into you - @dreamersparacosm ( this was actually one of the first austin fics i read post-elvis, which is super cool since you were one of my first mutuals as well ! ang, your writing is stellar. this shit had me doing laps around the house. i had to fight off the urge to propose to you. i told my mom about us. the way you write austin??? jesus, mary, joseph, the donkey and all the wise men.)

going method - @oh-austin (this is just so cute to read. it cured my depression and straightened out my scoliosis. i'm also no longer lactose intolerant, and i think this might also be connected to the series.)

the big shot mississippi boy - @ghxst-heart (i devoured this series in one sitting, and am anxiously awaiting part eight. the way that you are able to so accurately describe the 50's. . . it's almost as though you've lived it yourself ! not to mention the way that you write for elvis??? amazing amazing amazing. you deserve all the love.)

a whole man is hard to find- @aconflagrationofmyown (this fic is going to be my downfall, i can just feel it. marina- please don't give me a heart attack. i'm not ready to die yet. i haven't gotten to peg, and i have a few more things after that to cross off the ole' bucket list.)

familiarity- @blainesebastian (i adore this idea, and what you've done with it is absolutely out of this world. you have this fantastic way of making your reader inserts so relatable. it feels very real and i mean that in the best way possible. like any ole' person can run into austin butler while reaching for the coveted maple clusters. gorgeous.)

on a serious note: there's definitely way more than this. i'll be making a second post of more recommendations at a later date, that way everyone can get the love and appreciation that they deserve. thank you all for what you do for this fandom. just know that your hard work does not go unnoticed. i know that most of you either have school work or maybe even a full time job (like myself), and the fact that you set time aside to write for other's enjoyment is selfless, and quite amazing of you. you are seen, loved, and so so talented.

#dolly's recs #I love all of these people #thank you for all you do #BUT MOST OF THESE MAKE MY TOES CURL #OOOF

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bcacstuff · 2 years

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Update on filming S7 dates and location October 2022

I did explore some more about filming locations and dates for this month by taking a peek at what the extras are scheduled for.

This week there seems not much going on including extras. Only some studio costume fitting today and covid tests next Friday. Which doesn't mean they're not filming of course, but could indicate only the main cast is involved filming. We learned from last weekend, as S told he needed to go back to Scotland for shooting OL, filming will be ongoing this week. Just not including extras for as far as I've found out.

Next week is more interesting though. At least filming on Monday and Tuesday (17&18) for some extras on 2 locations. One being Cambusmore (usually used for Frasers Ridge), the ones there include the 2 extras I posted about before being Jamie and Roger doubles, though they have as role 'Redcoats' for these days listed.

The other location on the same dates is Dalmeny. The extras have roles as 'Philadelphia travelers', both women and men. They film there on October 17&18 as well on October 31 and November 1st.

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Concerning Philadelphia there are parts in the books "An Echo in the Bone" and "Written in my own Hearts blood"

Beneath a summary from outlander.fandom.com

An Echo in the Bone

In July 1777, Lord John Grey arrives in Philadelphia, in order to find his son and have Henry, his nephew, paroled. By November 1777, he has begun renting Number 17 Chestnut Street.

Marsali and Fergus also relocate to Philadelphia in the summer of 1777, and Fergus runs his printing business near Spruce Street. When Claire returns from Scotland, she lives at Fergus's printshop for a time, then, believing Jamie dead, marries Lord John Grey and lives in his house in Chestnut Street.

Written in My Own Heart's Blood

After Jamie and Jenny arrive from Scotland, they and Claire begin living at Fergus's printshop.

The Frasers leave Philadelphia in the fall of 1778, after Henri-Christian's death.

So scenes with JLG, and perhaps we'll even see Fersali back (?) finally? As far as we've seen they haven't been on set so far for the season they're filming... keeping an eye on where they will be this month or end of the month and beginning November...

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While a number of them will be tested on Covid at the studio again on October 20, the next day again extras are scheduled for 2 different things. October 21st at Midhope as 'continentals' and the other listing is for Redcoats Starz Gallery. I'm not sure what this last one means 🤷‍♀️ More continentals are listed for 26, 27 & 28 October but now in Stirling.

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Additional I come back to a previous date a listing I didn't mention before, as I was puzzled about what it could mean. It contained a woman extra listed as 'house keeper of Brian Fraser'. I had some discussions about it, speculating are they already shooting something for the prequel. But I think it contains another story line. As we already learned that Chris Fulton joins this season playing Rob Cameron, it makes sense that the storyline of Jemmy being kidnapped is involved and Roger going back through the stones searching for his son. I always thought he'd go back to the time of Jamie and Claire, but as it turns out he's going back to 1739!

From outlander.fandom.com

An Echo in the Bone

Jemmy becomes friends with Rob Cameron's nephew, which Cameron uses to kidnap Jem. Roger and Brianna believe that Cameron took Jemmy back to the past through the stones at Craigh na Dun. Rob arranges a playdate and sleepover between his nephew Bobby and Jemmy for October 30. However, he takes Jemmy to the stones at Craigh na Dun. Jemmy's sister Amanda senses that and alarms her parents, who phone Rob's sister Martina and learn that she wasn't expecting Jemmy this night. While Roger goes through the stones to look for Jemmy in the past, Rob Cameron locks Jemmy in the tunnel under Loch Errochty. He then visits Brianna and wants her to tell Jemmy to disclose the gold's location.

Written in My Own Heart's Blood

In October 1739, Brian and his daughter Jenny welcome Roger MacKenzie to their home. After learning from Roger than he and his kinsman are searching for his son Jeremiah MacKenzie, who has been kidnapped, Brian offers what help he can and checks with his tenants to see if anyone has seen the boy, or a strange man.

While Roger is away to check on his kinsman who had taken ill, Brian continues to keep his eyes and ears out for any word about Jeremiah.

*Note, locations and dates are found on schedules of extras, not the main cast

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farfromsugafanfic · 9 months

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Dangerous | Chapter 11: Blossom [Final]

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M | Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: missing cat, references to insecurity/regret

A/N: I finally got this series fully posted! Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy the last chapter.

The world stood still. You pulled the covers back on your bed, opened every cupboard, pulled all the clothes from your dresser drawers. Jackson was not in your apartment.

Cursing to yourself, tears pricked out from the corners of your eyes. If you hadn't been so focused on the plan, so determined to make Jimin hate you once and for all, maybe you would've noticed the little kitten slipping out the door.

When your head stopped buzzing like an attacked beehive, you found yourself on the floor of your bedroom, surrounded by your clothes and shoes. Grabbing the nearest pair of sneakers, you put them on and threw on a jacket.

It was beginning to get dark, twilight starting to settle in across the city. Panic rose in you once again, Jackson could be nearly anywhere by now. Found by a friendly passerby, in an alleyway like where you found him, or worse, hit by a car or chased by stray dogs.

The fear of what you would find caused your arm to go limp when you grabbed the doorknob, legs frozen to the floor.

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Jimin managed to get out of bed and make himself dinner. His mind full of you. He couldn't forget the way you felt underneath him, the sound of your hitched breaths, and quiet curses.

You were beautiful and his head hurt from the way you'd left. He should've expected this. And really, he deserved it. His biggest mistake was letting you go, tricking you, and humiliating you.

He realized it before you came back into his life that night at the club. Jimin realized it almost immediately. Watching you run off into the woods, seeing the realization and hurt cross your face nearly simultaneously.

"Fuck," Jimin said, the memories of driving around that night coming back to him. He remembered that he circled that patch of woods until he was almost out of gas and it was three in the morning.

Jimin had no idea how you managed to get home. He still felt a lump in his gut at the thought of you walking all that way. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at his phone as it lit up with an email notification.

It was nearly two am, but it was from the Dance Department. The audition results.

Jimin fumbled as he reached for his phone. Not since he was the one waiting for the results did he care so much. He knew your name would be there, it had to be. Even if you never talked to him again, there was nothing he wanted more than for you to get accepted into the program.

While the TAs got to provide written arguments for who they believe should be accepted, it ultimately came down to the professors on the panel. Jimin had seen the way the judges nodded during your performance, the few notes about mixture of style.

He opened the email and scanned the list of names, smiling when he noticed yours among them. Jimin wanted to call you, wish he could see your face light up when he told you the news, but you were probably asleep by now.

Just as he was about to place his phone down, thinking he should probably go to bed, his phone rang. Your name lit up the screen.

"Inna?" he said, his voice wary.

"Jimin, I came home and I can't find Jackson anywhere. I think he might've gotten out. And I don't know what to do. What if he got hit by a car? Or what if he's cold and scared somewhere? I—"

"Are you still at your place?" Jimin asked, already beginning to throw on a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. Your voice was laden with sobs, cracking with already shed tears.

"Yes," you said. You sounded so small and Jimin felt a pang in his chest.

"I'm on my way. Just stay put, okay? Don't go looking for him alone. I'm gonna bring Tae, too."

Jimin was tempted to stay on the phone with you. He didn't trust that you weren't already hitting the sidewalk and going down strange, dark alleyways in search of your beloved kitten. But, he needed to round up some help first. Starting with his best friend and roommate.

"Wake up," Jimin said, pulling the covers off Taehyung. He'd insisted on sleeping on the couch after coming back to find the two of you in a rather compromising position with the smell of sex in the room.

Taehyung looked up at his friend with tired, confused eyes. When he met Jimin's, he knew something was wrong and got out of bed.

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It turns out Jimin had reason to worry about you hitting the streets on your own. When he hung up after promising to come, you didn't have time to explain that you already stood a block away at the entrance to an alleyway.

You were familiar with this particular alleyway. It was on the way between the bar where you used to work and your apartment. Carrying a pouch of treats, you shook them, rattling them like maracas.

"Jackson," you said, your voice high pitched and soft. You tried to hide the shake. "Kitty, kitty. Where are you?"

You expected him to go back to a place similar to where you found him, an alleyway or dumpster. Even though Jackson had begun to fill out since you'd adopted him, he will still small and would be able to squeeze into places he may not be able to get out of.

A dog barked and the cold reality of the night air ran down your spine. There were quite a few stray dogs in the area or dogs that owners watched haphazardly. Jackson would never be able to outrun one.

Tears pricked at your eyes and you felt pathetic. You hated crying and it seemed to be the only thing you were good at these days. Walking out of the alleyway, you caught site of Taehyung's huge, tan car driving at a definitely illegal speed towards your apartment.

You ran back out on the sidewalk and Jimin seemed to notice you as you watched the car come to an abrupt stop about a block away.

Parking along the street, you started walking towards the car and watched as Jimin and Taehyung climbed out. Jimin looked wide awake, his eyes widening as they caught sight of your tear laden eyes and messy hair. Taehyung, on the other hand, looked barely awake, his eyes still half closed and he wore a pair of silk pajamas with slides.

"I told you not to go out on your own," Jimin said, his hand immediately coming to your shoulder. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, though the way you shouldn't meet his eyes proved differently. You weren't sure whether it was the embarrassment from earlier that night, or that you didn't want him to see the worry and hopelessness that took over your features.

"He's been gone too long," you said. "He could be anywhere now."

"Hey, you know Jackson. He gets scared on his own. I doubt he wandered off too far." Jimin wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest. You felt his hands leave your body as he motioned for Taehyung to look around. "I've called in some help. It shouldn't take them too long and with everyone's help, we'll find him, love. Don't worry."

He placed a small, barely there kiss in your hair. You felt a rush of cool night hair suddenly pierce through your clothes, causing you to lean more into Jimin's embrace. Despite having been in his arms just hours before, it felt different. It felt like you were two people wax molds of one another.

You didn't start out fitting together. Two blocks of wax that required a little warmth and a little pressure to bend this way and that, eventually coming to match each other.

Calming down, you started the search again, walking back towards your building to search closer to home. Jimin was right. Jackson wouldn't have wandered far on his own.

Jimin lagged behind you. You occasionally heard his soft calls as the two of you paused at alleyways or peaked under parked cars. But otherwise, he was silent.

"Inna," he said, eventually. "Have you seen the audition results yet?"

You stopped. The city was silent around you. Not even a distant siren or car horn could be heard. You shivered, rubbing your bare legs together. You hadn't even changed before you noticed Jackson was missing. Throwing on a flannel, you'd run out the door.

"No," you said, having not remembered they come out that night. You'd been too wrapped up in your plans to get revenge on Jimin and then later on, too wrapped up in Jimin to remember.

"Do you want me to tell you if you got in?" he asked.

"Is this really the right time for this, Jimin?" Your voice rose an octave and you felt your nose becoming congested at the thought of crying once again.

"You got in."

It felt like an earthquake was splitting the sidewalk beneath your feet. You should feel happy. You do feel happy. But it is fully eclipsed by your worry for Jackson, the embarrassment you feel after walking out on Jimin. You tore your gaze away from him and continued in the direction you were going previously.

"Aren't you happy?" he asked. His hand flew out to grip your elbow with a feather light touch.

"How can I be happy right now, Jimin? I just want Jackson back. I want to stop feeling—everything."

Jimin's dark eyes softened in the same way he'd looked at Jackson when you found him in the alleyway.

"Inna—"

Jimin's phone rang. He answered it, seeing it was Namjoon who had come to help search. Few words were exchanged before Jimin held out his hand and nodded in the opposite direction.

"They think they found him," he said. "But they need us to confirm."

Your heart soared. Taking Jimin's hand without a thought, you ran in the other direction. It was only just over a block away, but the two of you were catching your breath as you saw three of the men Jimin had called in to help.

It was a little funny to see all of them together outside of the club. Namjoon looked tired but was the only one who had bothered to completely change out of his pajamas. Taehyung stood beside him, a little more awake than when you first saw him. Finally, Hoseok was the furthest away from you and the deepest into the alleyway, greeted you with a smile. You wondered if he had even gone to bed yet, considering the easy smile and the lack of bags under his eyes.

Taehyung held something in his arms and you recognized the form of a kitten. You approached him and your stomach sunk as you saw the kitten. It was obviously not Jackson. The kitten was gray like him, but was a tabby.

"It's not him," you said. You fell to your knees allowing the ground to scrape them. You didn't care. You felt Jimin reach to catch you, but it had been unexpected and you nearly brought him down with you. "We're never gonna find him."

Your hands covered your eyes and your breaths splintered between sobs. Jimin crouched to comfort you. Even though his arms felt like the warm blanket you so desperately wanted to fall into, you pushed him away.

"Jimin, I—I can't do this. I think I'm falling for you too and I don't deserve to."

The words tumbled from your mouth. You didn't care that the other guys were there. In fact, they hardly seemed surprised, more caught up in the charms of the other kitten.

"Who says you don't deserve it?"

"Me," you said. Your tears were drying, unable to produce anymore. "I've played a dangerous game with you and I never intended it for it to be like this. I thought I could just rile you up. Make you hate me as much as I used to hate you."

Jimin examined your face. He didn't say a word though, his plump lips firmly shut.

"But in the end, I just ended up hurting myself. And you. And now we've lost Jackson because of my obsession with getting back at you."

The other three guys came running into the alleyway. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Jin all had sweat on their brows.

"Was it him?" Jungkook asked, looking down at you.

It took only a curt shake of your head for him to understand. You stood up feeling the blood leak from your knees and onto your shins.

You knew you were a mess. You could only imagine the way your hair was falling out of its bun and your bloody knees looked.

"I need to get out of here."

"Inna! Wait!"

Jimin grabbed your wrist before you could leave, turning you around to face him.

"You need to stop running away from things that scare you." He reached up, moving stray hairs off your face. "I can still see you're the same girl from all those years ago. Thinking that running away will make me forget about you."

Your body felt like it melted into the cement. You felt every point where his skin touched yours. He looked sincere, his face beginning to look wary in the early morning hours.

"It won't, Inna. Nothing will make me forget about you."

You lurched away from him, stumbling out onto the sidewalk with a similar swagger to the guys at the club that used to drink too much. Your movements were too quick, they were futile in preventing from running straight into a man on the sidewalk.

You fell backward onto your ass. The man wavered, but didn't fall, intently focused on not dropping what was in his arms. His face was handsome and vaguely familiar. Maybe he used to come into the club?

"Jackson?" You heard Jimin ask.

"Jimin?" the man asked, turning towards Jimin.

As you stood up you heard a familiar mew. Your eyes darted to the tabby kitten that Taehyung still held, but it slept peacefully in his arms.

Part of you didn't want to believe in fate like this. That things were pre-determined and meant to be. But, a sense of relief passed over you as you lunged for the gray kitten in the man's arms.

"Jackson!"

"Uh, yeah? That's me," the man said, giving you an odd look as your approached him and attempted to scoop the kitten from his arms.

"No, dude, she's talking about the kitten. He's, uh, also named Jackson."

"Oh," the man said, releasing his hold on your gray kitten. Jackson climbed to your shoulder, resting his head in the curve of your neck. He purred.

"Jackson found Jackson," Hoseok said, laughing.

"This is why I wanted to call him Mochi." Jimin came towards you, smiling at the looks of content on both your face and the kitten's. "But someone is stubborn and now he only responds to Jackson."

"Hmm," was your only reply. The exhaustion was beginning to wash over you now that you had Jackson back in your arms.

The rest of the guys were chatting with Jackson and you overheard him say that he found him in an alleyway outside some club. You smiled and closed your eyes. If it weren't for the cool air you could've fallen asleep right there.

Jimin reached up to pet Jackson and pressed his cheek against the kitten's back. "I'm glad we have him back."

The voices of the guys faded away as they walked down the sidewalk. It was just you and Jimin now.

"Did I really get in?" you asked.

Jimin's eyes looked just as tired as your own. It seems the adrenaline had been the only thing keeping him going too.

"Yes," he said. "You do."

"Do they not like when the beginners date the upperclassmen?"

Jimin's eyes narrowed at your question. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Just asking."

And then, you kissed him.

You realized the danger Jackson had found himself in. Risking getting hit by a car, kidnapped by a well meaning stranger. All to go back to the place where he found his family.

The danger you were in when you ran out onto the streets in the middle of the night to find him. When you trusted your ex-boyfriend too much. The danger of playing with someone's fragile heart.

It was a little awkward with Jackson between your chests. Your lips met at a weird angle and you almost knocked noses before meeting his lips. Yet, kissing Jimin felt like the safest thing in the world.

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gatheringfiki · 1 year

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The following ficlet was written by @metztlilua based on this photoset.

Britchell, Teen.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

I know things...

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Many things are appealing about Anders Johnson

His hair

His eyes

His dimples

His lips...or more specific the way he bites on the lower one...

At first, Mitchell tries to deny it because he's just a kid; and Mitchell is his (substitute) teacher, he CANT find him appealing at all

But as much as he tries his best to be decent and not expand the list of crimes he's committed, he can't help but sneak glances at him, the way he chuckles discretely to himself when he reads; or the way his long fingers hold the pen. Sometimes Mitchell has to remind himself to not indulge into a fantasy for long; he made that mistake once and had to see his students out of the classroom while pushing himself in his wheely chair; he's not sure if Anders could tell the amount of power he had, of course he knew he was handsome; and even if his classmates couldn't see past the black eyes and the food stamps, Anders was absolutely too dangerous for Mitchell.

So, when the blonde walks into his makeshift office after school hours, lip worried in between his teeth and his ~dainty~ hands toying with the hem of his sweater

He knows something's bound to go wrong.

Anders looks up from his feet, finally walking thru the door and making sure to close (and lock) it behind him; he's sure he can hear Mitchell swallow hard but ignores that so he can sit down on the leather couch (this office used to be the school counselors but she got fired and it was given to Mitchell for the year). Silence rules for a few minutes before the blonde finally sighs, there really is no reason for him to be there right now (that Mitchell can help with anyway), his grades are good, his attendance could use improving but nothing that will get him in trouble and Mitchell probably will not believe he needs tutoring; Anders, tho, it's terribly good at lying and has a plan for staying inside his office a little longer.

His brain brings back a memory of a certain red head kid who was already twice his size and had said something along the lines of "will rip your head off, Johnson"

He shivers. He needs to thinks of something and fast

-how can I help you...?- Mitchell's voice is raspy but kind and it triggers something hungry inside of Anders

-My brother didn't come get me...- Mitchell makes some sort of distressed noise that he supposes is from him being the last of the faculty remaining on the premises and he doesn't want to stay longer than he must

-what about the bus?- Anders fights every nerve inside his body to keep his eyes from rolling he sighs, the bus was possibly the worse option for him, with so many bullies around and his house being the last on the line; plus clearly the bus was at least half an hour long gone. Mitchell seems to rethink his phrase, he's seen what kids this age can do

-how about you call him? And I'll wait with you until he's here

Anders makes a victory dance inside his mind, but makes the fake call, because Mike doesn't answer his phone, specially if Anders's name shows up on the screen, Mitchell pushes again and he leaves a ~message~

"Mike, when you get this please come get me, you forgot and I missed the bus, I can't walk home it's over 15miles"

-he shouldn't take...too long - Anders says even if it's a big lie, if they were to wait for Mike to come pick him up he would never show.

He means no harm to his growlingly nervous literature teacher, it's just survival of the fittest in high school. he'll just ride out the clock until he's sure no one will jump him and then walk home.

-you don't have to stay here you know? I could wait for my brother in your office then close up for you!

Mitchell chuckles lightly at the offering; if he was smarter (or dumber, however you wanna see it) he would accept, but since he isn't he just slides a Tupperware with a sandwich he knows he doesn't need to eat in the direction of the blonde

-and leave your unsupervised, 16 year old self here in my office, no thank you, eat up, it's late - Anders frowns in an almost offended manner before correcting him with the screechy typical voice of a teenager

-I'm almost 18 and I don't need you to feed me- but he takes the Tupperware after several pushes from Micthell who doesn't even bother to look up from his test grading.

Ten minutes pass an Anders has finished the sandwich, a juice box and some pieces of candy that Mitchell has to give to his class when they're particularly annoying; a full stomach is a strange feeling for him but he doesn't complain; he looks out the window to look for his attacker but no trace; he still rather wait it out, he knows that trick

Twenty minutes and Mitchell is done grading tests, he goes for essays from Anders's class which gets him a very interested "can I help?" "No, Anders" "ah! Cmon mr. Mitchell, I won't tell, you'd be surprised what I've kept secret"

Micthell gets past that sexual (was it sexual or is he just imagining things?!?) innuendo with a "this isn't about secrecy, it's my job" followed by "I know things..." Anders leans in close then something like hunger flashes thru his eyes "well at least you read the book" and they're quiet again, Mitchell almost sighs in relief when the blonde turns his attention elsewhere.

It's been forty minutes and "Mike" still hasn't shown up (he won't, of course); the black haired man seems genuinely concerned, tho by now he's figured out that's probably not the reason for Anders to hang back in his office, he can't have him in here all afternoon, specifically him. Blonde, blue wide eyed, red lipped, side smiling; unknowingly seductive Anders Johnson

And he can't help but suggest to give ~MIKE~ another call or riffle thru the security sheets and find his parents phone number

Anders laughs quietly "my parents won't come" and they both share a moment of silence that Mitchell finally breaks "is it someone from your class or older?"

It catches Anders by surprise, he can see in the way his breath hitches and he slumps back in the chair in defeat

He knew all this time?

-younger...actually but uh...I'm pretty sure he has his brother with him

Mitchell tries to remember all the names of younger kids with brother that could hurt Anders; the truth being, it's a long list considering the blonde has a considerably thin and short body and not many friends. He frowns, trying to figure a plan out when he sighs

-it's ok mr. Mitchell I'm sure I'll be fine...- he sounds convinced as he stands up, grabbing his back pack and making his way to the door and the vampire knows this kid has been thru enough shit and he won't let it keep happening, he lounges to the side to catch Anders's arm in his hand, careful not to actually grab him hard or hurt him

-stay anyway? - there's a tint of actual truth to what he asks; even tho Mitchell is having trouble concentrating, he'd rather have Anders here even if it makes his jeans uncomfortable to wear and not out there getting beat up

-you don't need to do that

-I want to...

Once again; Anders seems to be taken aback by Mitchell's words; he's definitely getting in trouble for this if someone saw him come in but he doesn't seem to care, he offers him a comfortable place to wait out his bullies and the protection of an adult in case they run into trouble, his brothers cross his mind, then again, the memory of a circle of guys in variations of age between 16-19 beating the shit out of him is not a good plan for him. He sighs, then puts his backpack back down, making his way back and closer to Mitchell's desk, he manages to pull of his (hand-me-down) sweater and throw it next to his stuff before squeezing himself in between Mitchell and his desk

-well in that case- he lowers to his knees, placing his hand on Mitchell's for leverage -let me do something for you

Anders's finger are quick as they make their way up Mitchell's legs and into his belt

-what are you doing...?- the black haired man feels his voice waver as Anders undoes his button and unzips his pants; he's in too much of a trance to react when glazed eyes look up at him cautiously, cold hands inside his pants look for his waking member; Anders pulls it out thru the hole in his boxers and stares at it for a second, Mitchell curses himself for wearing the easy access underwear an not the skin tight briefs he usually goes with but it goes away when he feels the (much) younger man taking him on his mouth, his fingers fly to get tangled in blonde hair and he has to fight the urge to push in merciless inside wet heat; he lets Anders take control of the situation fully, panting and gasping as he speeds up then reduces the pace over an over again; his mouth makes the obscene slurping sounds as he takes Mitchell deep into his throat pulling a loud moan out of him, Anders speeds up the pace once again, lightly grazing the bottom of his member with his teeth.

Heat starts to build up on Mitchell's lower stomach; he has the brief coherence to ask himself how is Anders so good at this, but he makes the mistake of looking down in between his legs and is greeted with the image of blonde curls falling lightly on pale skin, blue eyes look up at him as best as possible with his dick inside the blondes mouth; his lips look about a shade darker and he hums some sort of ininteligible variation of ~Mitchell~ when the older yanks his hair; finally making him loose all control and emptying himself inside Anders's mouth.

A few seconds pass where Mitchell can't quite move, then he goes to get a tissue out of his desk; Anders swallows his cum and gives him a side smile from his place on the floor; that alone almost has him ready to go again; he chuckles worriedly. Now that the adrenaline has worn off he can see the fragile kid who wanted to hide from a bully and he feels his heart sink

-shit Anders I'm sorry - he scrambles to tuck himself back into his pants and pull Anders up from the ground, mumbling "sorrysorrysorrysorry" pulling him close to him -I shouldn’t have let that happen I just got carried away it’s you and I…

He sighs, Anders doesn’t look like he’s following in on his words, he stares back at Mitchell with a puzzled look and then smiles and returns the hug

-I’ve known for a while…I told you I know things

-yes but…- Mitchell mumbles into the worn out shirt, cutting himself off before he says something inappropriate (even more)

-I’m not exactly an uncorrupted soul if that’s what worries you…

He chuckles and something calls for Mitchell to sweep Anders off the floor and so he does; sitting him on his lap carefully, facing away from the window to avoid any (highly unlikely at this hour) colateral damage

-well talk after I know your safe. Ok?

Anders seems to doubt the whole situation for a second but nods nonetheless

-alright

#Gathering 12 Days 2022 #Britchell #Anders/Mitchell #The Almighty Johnsons #Being Human (UK)

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