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jazeswhbhaven · 3 months

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They Do What in Where?: Attack of Kings Beelzebub Prologue *Spoilers*

TW://kink involving Autassassinophilia is mentioned

Guys. Lovelies. Girlies. Peeps. Everyone. This is only the fucking prologue and I have so many emotions but only one thing on mind.

Fucking the ever-living s h i t out of Beel.

Welcome back to Avisos, everyone. We got a good dose of it during the Beel event, but yeah yeah

Beel sniffing MC will never surprise me nor will bother me because yeah sniff away.

Horny from smelling hair? I love him. He could literally smell anything on you and would get hard this is amazing to me

So what's going on rn is that MC and Beel are on some kind of date and he's showing them around Avisos and the little stores and such. He's like having so much fun and being very clingy. May I add.

MC keeps talking about him like this and I'm like Oh...yeah same brain cell because everything about him is u g h h h hgh hsoidnk

So let me get this straight. "Everything" is legal. Like think of the worst thing you can think of and that shit is legal here. BUT being a homewrecker is where they draw the line 💀 I'm just throwing this out here, TW btw, but imagine getting thrown in jail for seducing someone else's partner to be with you but the guy across the street that literally raped and murdered someone is walking around free.

I guess that's just Avisos??? Lol

Moving on though, MC and Beel are walking up to the first store and the sign says

NGL I thought this meant something else because it's BHM in the US (hey hey all of my blk peeps out there that follow!) and I had my own joke in my head about it...BUT it's its about fucking eating demon cum as a sauce.

That's a lot of fucking sauce.

Next we have

They don't even explain what the forest of mushrooms is about. MC just says "that's all about men..." (i can imagine it's literally a fucking store full of dick) and Beel goes to explain the shop that's next to it where you can drink demon spit that's been distilled.

He's even tried it a few times and there's not much to go around.

i can imagine why...

MC is pretty much worried about other shit though and wondering what was their end destination. And well-

Hello my angry bby, yes he would be mad.

Because apparently MC was having tea with Sitri and Ppyong and the tea was too strong so Ppyong was flipping out and that's when Beel made his entrance..

Just "HEY WHATS UP?" and took them away.

With his random ass, I love him.

When Beel gets this way I always wanna cuddle his face and give him praises and kisses and words of affirmation because I feel he needs to hear that he's loved and needed along with physical touch.

But MC also wonders why everyone else seems so chill that he's just walking around when they're normally flipping out that Beel is in town. Turns out he may (or may not) have put a spell on himself so no one notices him.

So my theory is, he's simply just diguised as a common looking devil of Avisos and not himself so that's why everyone is still running into him, bumping shoulders and not paying him any mind and MC is just MC.

Or...they both could be cloaked at the moment because I'm sure they'd recognize MC maybe...but I'm only going off how they interacted with MC during his Bloodshed card at the carnival. Also he starts sniffing up on MC again and it's getting him worked up so much...

Time after time, MC is always goddamn wet around him. Idk how he fucking does this or how he manages this, but it only happens with him and I love that quirk about their dynamic.

But honestly...the fact those are his three favorite places to smell has me wondering though if he likes unwashed parts (armpits/genitals) because there's a stronger smell, and during times when someone ovulates...if he likes that scent too.

UBIASJBFKJSABFKJSDNAKZJNFKAJSNFK JS HELP??????

I'm crying he's so fucking cute. He misses MC and that's why he's being so clingy and sniffing and being close and went to find them c h ok in fg

And MC starts going through the motions, even thinking about Minhyeok (HELLO WE ARE WITH BEEL RN FOCUS) and then finally tells him that they miss him too, and Beel is just all casual like "Yeah that's why I came to get you :D" c u t i e.

So they approach a store next where there's a knife, possibly surgical because Beel explains this

Ah, so this kinda debunks my theory that the demons here can just change their gender without any kind of surgery (you know just magically change or shapeshift that sort of thing) But it seems that the Avisos' devil's reason for swapping is for spicing up their relationships. Though, I'd like to think it's there for reasons of just devil's wanting to change their gender regardless.

Which Beel brings up "it doesn't matter if you're a man or woman, the devils of Avisos will love you either way" and it's like breaking the fourth wall for us players ^^ because they wouldn't care.

So now we're coming up on another store, and a picture of a noose shows up. Now, I made a joke to myself saying this is a fashion store for the devils of Hades...but uh seems this store is-

So I paused and was like...oh like those suicide assistance capsules we have IRL...?

And well...I didn't take all the screenshots but in short, it's a cafe that panders to those who get off on the act of dying/Asphyxiation/ being killed etc. I found the closest kink name for it: Autassassinophilia. (btw if someone else knows the closer exact name feel free to educate on this!) But yeah I was like huh, that's really not surprising that they have that there. It is Avisos. It is Hell.

Here's where it gets interesting tho-

OHHH the owner is one of Luci's bois? (probably not a noble from what it sounds like...but what if...)

And MC asks if that's okay for a devil that's not from Avisos to be having a store like that here and Beel is just like

LMAO POOR BAEL. Beel literally just lets him do everything and he can't be bothered to even know or care about the rules of his own country („ಡωಡ„)

So the date seems to come to a stopping point, and Beel calls it a "shelter". Well..

First I turned the sound on (I keep it off if there's no voice acting involved) and well the sounds from chapter one's porno thing MC was watching was used for the devil guy and chick that are randomly fucking in the "shelter" when MC and Beel first enter.

MC is literally me because they're like "Oh uh I think we're in the wrong place." And Beel's like :D NOPE!

And then there's also me, noticing that the couch is covered in fucking whatever and I'm like

im sorry that's fucking nasty please clean the damn couch 💀💀💀💀

So the reason he tells MC to say this...is because he slips their shirt off just all casual like and is teasing "Oh were you trying to help me???" YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU AIN'T SLICK. (lovingly)

This is the last screenshot I took because anything else was mostly just MC being like "wow so uh this is about to happen isn't it..." and then it cuts out as the end of the prologue.

BTW what I learned by getting the Bloodshed cards and having read the prologues to them beforehand, they literally give us the first story node in the unholy board to read so one could pretty much skip reading it when they unlock it (unless they didn't take a peek at the prologue but that's just my observation)

I'm personally gonna wait until they make it in the regular gacha pool, but I did peep that the first 10 pull is half the amount of seals...which is a good tactic to getting folks to pull with the seals. I'm saving them up though for something I reallllyyyyy want possibly a Lucifer card or something in the future. But already....Beel's is making me feel some things and seeing his sprite with that tank top is having me act the fuck up.

ANYWAYS happy pulling everyone ^^ see you when I do Levi's prologue next~

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb beelzebub #whb spoilers #whb screencaps #new card stuff!#beel is so damn hot i can't #i laugh at stupid shit sometimes i swear #tw kink mention #cw bodily fluids

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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if you write our lovesick Steve with the “being observant to their likes and dislikes” prompt from the little romantic gestures promptlist, I will give you a fat smooch (even if you don’t I’ll still smooch you)

okay, lets smooch <3 | being observant to their likes and dislikes ---

The pizza arrives while Steve is in the bathroom. You try not to worry about whether or not you cleaned enough, what he'll think of the silly poster on your wall, of your floral shower curtain.

You've only been dating for a few weeks and this is the first time Steve's been to your place. Pizza and a movie, you'd proposed, and he could spend the night if he wanted to. He'd flushed a little at that, but kissed you swiftly and said it sounded like a great plan.

So here you are, wondering if you're ever going to get your heart rate to slow down to a normal range. You pay the delivery boy and grab plates and napkins before setting everything on the coffee table, plopping on the floor.

"Was that the pizza?" Steve calls from down the hall.

"Yeah," you say pulling the box open. When you see what's inside you groan. "Damn, Steve, they put mushrooms on the whole thing." Without waiting for his reply, you start to pick them off of half of the pizza.

"What?" he asks, and you glance up to find him back in the living room with you, looking slightly confused.

"I asked for them on half, since I like them and I know you don't," you say as you finish your task. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Hold on," he says. "I don't think we've ever talked about how I hate mushrooms." You wipe your hands on a napkin and pull a piece of pizza onto your plate without looking at him. Your heart does something funny in your chest. It's true -- Steve never told you about this.

"I just noticed," you say, softly. "You order that pasta at Enzo's without mushrooms and that one time at Robin's you picked them off of your pizza, too." Steve plops down on the carpet beside you, eyes wide with something that looks like...wonder.

"But that was before we got together," he says. "You noticed that?"

You kind of want to melt into your carpet right now. Obviously you liked Steve for a while before you started dating, but it feels like a lot to reveal that, especially if he doesn't already know. So you don't answer him, instead taking a bite of pizza and reaching for the TV remote.

But gentle fingers grab your chin and turn your head so that you're looking at him. "Hey," he says. "Don't be embarrassed." Steve likes to say that he's not the smartest guy in the world, but he's remarkably observant when it comes to your moods. Maybe you're easy to read, but you like to think he's just paying attention. That he knows you.

"I notice everything about you, Steve," you say after you swallow your mouthful. Steve releases your chin but cups your cheek with his palm, not letting you pull away just yet.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He's teasing you now, just a little, but you know him well, too. You can see the sight draw of his brows, like the answer to this question matters to him.

So you swallow your embarrassment and lean into his hand. "You don't like to wear orange," you say. "And you tie your shoes with bunny ears. You talk to your car and your crack your knuckles when you're nervous. When we napped last week on your couch you uh, talked a little. In your sleep."

Steve looks so fond it makes your breath catch. His thumb catches the corner of your mouth. "Alright, that's enough," he says, but the's smiling. He leans in and you close your eyes on instinct. "C'mere."

His lips are soft against yours, gentle and sweet. It's a chaste kiss and you sigh into it, into Steve. His tongue traces the same of your mouth before he pulls away. "You taste like mushrooms," he mutters, and you laugh, falling into him and pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader

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neighborlystudios · 1 year

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・﹒・ i'm just a warp pipe away [1]

Summary: You were a human who ended up going to the Mushroom Kingdom through a warp pipe and discovered that falling in love is possible, just not with who you think

Warnings: None

Pairing: Movie!DK x human!GN!reader

Parts: 2 | 3

▶ You wound up in this other world through a warp pipe, but decided to stay as it was much better than your life at home

▶ You ended up in a place called the Mushroom Kingdom filled with little people that well…looked like mushrooms

▶They all were saying that you were like "Peach", whomever that was, so you requested to visit her

▶ After a while, a few of them finally took you to the castle and met her, the only other human

▶ And the rest was history

▶ Ever since you worked for her as an assistant, telling her about your world during your stay

▶ That was 2 years ago now and you're still learning about everything here

▶ So when you found a warp pipe that looked like it hasn't been used in centuries, you were curious, but not enough to see what's on the other side

▶ You got sucked in anyways and ended up in a…jungle?

▶ The more you explored, the more you discovered the similarities to the Aztecs in your world, which could only mean one thing

▶ You ended up in Kong Kingdom

▶ In your world, an entire civilization of gorillas sounds ridiculous, but here, its basic fact

▶ You know you should have gone back in the pipe, but Peach wasn't expecting you back for at least a few hours because you loved exploring the land on your own

▶ But you wanted to see the infamous Kongs for yourself

▶ So when what looked like a guard noticed you on his post, they alerted others around him and before you knew it, you were standing in what you assumed to be a throne room, waiting for the king

▶ Then, he arrived, he was old but you remembered his name was Kranky Kong. A very interesting name indeed

▶ "You must be the human that arrived two years ago, what are you doing in my kingdom?"

▶ So you explained the random, unused warp pipe and Kranky gave an impressed look

▶ He said that the warp pipe was used once, but in respect of the Mushroom Kingdom, it was put out of use to keep the 2 kingdoms separate and then forgotten to time

▶ Then, his son walked in, and he made a very…notable first impression

▶ "HEY DAD- oh! Another human!" He was a man-baby, that's the only word you found to describe him. He was excited to see another human, touching you and squishing your skin

▶ You pulled away and brushed yourself off as he seemed to be immediately obsessed with you

▶ He smooshed your face with his much larger hands as he stared at you, causing heat to rise to your face

▶ He was…kind of cute? Oh no…

▶ Kranky then yelled at his son (which you learned that his name was Donkey Kong, who names a monkey "Donkey?") and told him to apologize

▶ DK embarrassingly said sorry as he rubbed his arm, his cheeks being slightly pink

▶ Then he offered to take you around the kingdom and you smiled and agreed

#donkey kong #dk #dk x reader #donkey kong x reader #mario #super mario bros movie #mario movie #super mario

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ikeromantic · 4 months

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Hmmm, how about some fun with Cyran at the Tavern with some Eggnog 😏

Oooh I do love some Cyran. This one turned out more sweet than intended, so perhaps a non-alcoholic eggnoggy for you, hm? ^_^ Approx. 900 words of our favorite non-royal (who def deserves a sprite and a route!) IkePri New Years Event story!

Cyran regarded Emma over the foam of his pint. She was here, but she wasn’t. Her gaze was lost in someplace else, wherever her thoughts had taken her. The rose liquor in front of her sat untouched, as did the food. It seemed the princes would haunt her, even beyond the palace walls.

“Hey.” He reached over and set his hand atop hers.

Emma gave a little start and then gave him a strained smile. “Sorry. I was -”

“Thinking. Yeah. It’s okay.” He gestured to the plate in front of her. “I didn’t want your food to get cold. The fried mushrooms are only really good when they’re hot.”

“Thanks.” She speared one on the end of her fork and then popped it in her mouth. Her expression immediately brightened. “These are good!”

Cyran chuckled. “I thought you might enjoy them.” He took a sip of his beer, purposefully letting a bit of the foam get on his nose. “You should try the pickles next.”

Emma giggled. “You’ve got something on your face.” Her shoulders finally relaxed, and the tightness of her jaw eased.

“Do I?” He wiped at his cheek, and then his chin. “Did I get it?”

“No,” her grin widened as she reached across the table and swiped at his nose. The foam hung on her fingertip and before she could pull back, Cyran grabbed her hand and put the foamy digit between his lips.

Her expression of surprise was absolutely worth the whole charade. As was the blush on her cheeks as his tongue lapped her finger before he let her go. Cyran grinned unrepentantly. “Hm. Tastes better with you. Maybe I need to season all my drinks with a bit of Emma . . .”

She laughed and pulled her hand back. “Absolutely not, you big tease.”

“Pity.” He sighed. “I can imagine how good this would taste if I licked it off your bre-”

“Ehm.” Emma’s eyes went wide. “Not good table conversation. Not even at the tavern.”

Cyran reached across the table, stroking the back of her hand. “Apologies, my lady. I get carried away at the slightest taste of you.”

“Sometimes I think too much Clavis has rubbed off on you. Big tease.” She playfully smacked his hand.

“Mmm, the prince wouldn’t say such a thing. He’s a gentleman, you know. He’d say . . .”

Emma giggled, “Oh! I know. He’d say, ‘As the most handsome and eligible prince in Rhodolite, you are lucky to be the toy I’m interested in.’ Er, or the - the cup!”

Cyran grinned. “That sounds about right. You make a decent impression.” His beloved was relaxed now, her worries fully behind her and he was glad to see it.

“Thanks.” She picked up one of the pickle wedges and took a bite. Her lips instantly puckered and she set it down to take a gulp of liquor. “Oh! Oh my god, Cyran! It’s spicy!”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, here,” she lifted it again and held it out to him.

She was so adorably naive, he thought. He took the rest of the pickle wedge, and kissed her fingers. “Mmm, I think you’re spicier.”

The heat in her face went all the way to the tips of her ears. “Cyran! We’re in public!”

“Oh?” He looked around and then back at her. “I don’t think anyone’s paying attention. I could kiss a lot more of you before anyone looked.”

“Don’t you dare.” Her expression was so serious that he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I would never.” Cyran settled back with another sip of his drink. “I like to keep all the best things about you to myself.”

“Best things?” She tilted her head.

He nodded. “Sure. I mean there’s so much about you that I love, things everyone can see because it’s just you. But there are other parts that are mine. Like the face you make when I kiss your neck. Or the little sound at the back of your throat when I lick your -”

“Cyran, if you keep talking about that I’m going to have to take you home.” Her lips turned down in a mock severe threat.

“Ooooh, is that a promise?” He raised his eyebrows.

She couldn’t hold back a laugh. “It is! But you promised me dancing and drinking and fun . . .”

Cyran chuckled. “I did. But who’s to say we couldn’t do all of that in your cozy bedroom?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “One track mind, hm?”

“With you? I’m afraid not.”

“What do you mean?” She leaned forward, instantly curious.

Cyran felt the full weight of her gaze, that insightful look she had. The one that she used when evaluating the princes. It almost made him nervous. “Just that with you, there’s so much I feel. My heart and mind overflow.” He could feel his own face get hot, his cheeks nearly the color of his hair. “Of course I want to make love to you. But I also just love to see you. To talk to you. I want to protect you, and hold you. I want to wake up every morning to see your face. Have every meal together. Watch every sunset. I want everything . . . with you. Because with you, everything is better.”

Emma was silent for a long moment, and he worried he’d said too much. Confession was a dangerous thing, afterall. But then she smiled and it was like the sunrise, he thought. Brilliant with joy. “I love you, you know that?”

“Every time you say it, it’s like the first time.” He took her hands, squeezed them gently. “I love you too.” His smile hurt his cheeks but he couldn’t stop grinning. She was just so beautiful to him.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri Cyran #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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honey-milk-depresso · 1 year

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Hey, Honey~ If you were still accepting: The Prompt: Azul And/Or The Tweels interacting with a GN!Reader that overworks themselves to the point of burnout, but will do most anything but admit it? Can be formatted however you feel inspired, HC's, Oneshots, Gen. Interactions, etc ^v^

Congrats on 2.5K and many more ahead~

Heyyy- I'm on my woman day of reckoning for 5 days-

Octavinelle S/o's overworking themselves and doesn't want to admit

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul understands that everyone in life would go through burnout once in their life that even he does so too, but he isn't very keen to see you pushing yourself over the limit almost every day when you have work to do.

"S/o, I suggest you take a break. You've been overworking yourself far too much." "I'm not tired, Azul..." you muttered in response.

Azul frowns a bit. It's insulting if you think he can't see the dark eyebags under your eyes or dry lips through his glasses if you assumed he had "poor sight". He clicks he tongue, dragging your chair to pull you back from your desk.

"H-huh?" "My Pearl, I will not repeat myself again. Take a break, you're seriously tired." "But I'm not!" the dorm leader merely sighs, shaking his head.

"Pearl, please, I'm worried for you." "Don't be."

Azul's face contorted into a mortified expression. "Don't be"?! How can he "don't be" worried about you? You're his precious pearl, his darling s/o! Of course, he would be worried about you! Just as you were about to pull away, he tightened his grip of your chair, and pulls you back. "S/o... how can I not be? I care about you so much... how could you tell me to not care about you?"

The way he said it was genuinely sad, a bit offended that it made you winced. "I'm sorry..." "Oh don't be, I just want you to know I'm here for you," Azul gingerly wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you into his embrace.

He smiled when you immediately hugged him back and melted into his touch almost instantly. "Now, s/o, why not we give you a nice warm bath, hm?" <3

Jade Leech

He knows the feeling of burnout too well; night shifts taken up by him almost all the time, his duties as vice dorm leader have never been easy ones, and on top of all that, he has to keep up with his academic records.

The eel manages it all quite well, but he laments on the inside of how he would have little time to spend with you (and his mushrooms).

So, imagine coming into your room feeling bewildered as he sees you chained to your desk with your back hunched and hair frizzled, seeing you tiredly but furiously doing your work. He's been seeing you like this more and more frequently, and it's slightly mortifying that this has become your norm.

"S/o, I believe it's time for you to take a rest, no?" "It's okay Jade, I'm not tired." Well, that's just a lie. Jade is unimpressed that you think he can't see your obviously burnt-out state just scribbling away words and formulas on worksheets. "It's very obvious you are, s/o." "I swear I'm not!" you insisted, a pout on your face. That's not going to work on the vice dorm, no, no.

"S/o," he bends down, gently whispering into your ear as you blushed at the sudden close contact. "H-huh?!" "If you don't rest," he says, hands gliding down your arms as they finally rested on top of your palms, continuing in a sultry voice, "I wouldn't be so pleased..." You turned to look at him, his face solemn and serious with half lidded eyes staring right back at you with a certain firmness to them. You gulped as he sighs.

"I'm not angry, I'm concerned, my dear. It would seriously pain me to see you in such a miserable state. So please, take a rest, s/o." Your pursed your lips, sighing. "Alright."

Jade smiles softly, as he placed his palm on the small of your back, ushering you to your bed. "I'll make you some tea, wait here for me, alright? Meanwhile, be good and rest in your bed, okay? Fufufu~" <3

Floyd Leech

Floyd can easily tell when he's at the point of burnout and would immediately stop himself from doing so. It's rather surprising for Floyd to know of the dangers of overworking himself. Perhaps he has seen others around him who enter this threshold, or maybe he has experienced it before once and it was just the nastiest feeling he had ever gotten in his life.

Either way, he wasn't all the happy to see you slouched at your desk trying to complete all your work. "Hmm? ~ Shrimpy what are you doing? Is that your homework? Tomorrow's a Saturday, you know, you could just do it tomorrow." "It's not just homework, Floyd. Crowley gave me stuff to do, too."

Floyd frowns at this information. "Well, tell him to wait." "He's the headmaster." "So what? You're already tired, Shrimpy!" "I'm not." The eel huffed, already starting to grow frustrated. Seriously, Shrimpy? You think he can't see your half-dead state? What do you take him for???

Floyd doesn't say anything, he only extends his hand and grabs your chair, swirling you around to face him.

"Hey! What the heck?!" "Shrimpy." You paused. You've never heard him so serious before. "Go. Rest. Now." "I'm seriously not tired, Floyd." You tried to turn away, but the vice grip of Floyd left you futile in trying to turn your chair away, and the glare he sent you left you paralyzed and nervous.

"You should know better than anyone else, Shrimpy. Burnout's a thing you should take seriously and avoid. Otherwise, you'd be in a lot of pain, and I don't want that to happen..." Floyd blushes a little, frowning as he averted his eyes away. Never have you though your rambunctious eel would get serious with you. "I... thank you, Floyd." "So, go sleep."

Floyd scooped you in his arms, carrying you towards your bed as he gently plopped you down, before lying down beside you and wrapping his arms around you in a tight and warm embrace. He giggles, signaling he was back to being your regular ol' Floyd.

"Shrimpy, don't overwork yourself again, okay? Hehehe~" <3

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thefaeslibrary · 6 months

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Re-Connecting to Library Pipeline Camera Feed...

...

Connection Restored!

"Stupid.....stupid iron filled.......mushrooms.... stupid iron burns are gonna take forever to heal.........stupid stupid stupid-"

"Oh...Big room...? Is sewer water even good for plants- I mean i guess kinda right? Theres a lot in here...."

"Oh Hello-! Sorry I didn't-"

"Wh- HEY! Let go! What the hell?!"

"Well well well...look what the spores dragged in. Here I thought I was just gonna have to wait till the iron wore you down enough for me to come get you safely. Wasn't expecting you to deliver yourself right to me."

"Spores-? So this is YOUR doing?!? You're the one invading my library!"

"Wow, for someone smart enough to figure that out you sure were stupid enough to let it go on for so long- and to come here alone? I thought fae had a little more sense then that."

"What do you want with me!? Why are doing all this-"

"Oh were not so different you and I little butterfly. Without going into the details I believe you hold the key to finishing my life's greatest work- a super plant. A plant humanity wouldn't stand a chance against- just think. Plants are stronger, more resilient, even smarter then most humans. A few samples of yourself, a creature known for its connection to the forest, and a few samples from that library of yours, and you might not have to worry about deforestation ever again- doesn't that sound nice? You helping every fae that comes after you by preventing them from losing their homes like you already have? Working with the world's greatest botanist to outlive humanity's flaws. We'll overgrow everything. We'll-"

"Wait."

"What?"

"Where's the world's greatest botanist?"

"...what."

"You asked if I wanted to work with the world's greatest botanist- and that sounds great and all but like- where...are they?"

"Are you seriously telling me that you don't know who I am?"

"S...should I?"

"YOU LIVE IN A LIBRARY. YES. YOU SHOULD."

"Oh. Well I don't. What does me knowing you have to do with the botanist though?"

"Oh for the love of- I've made countless medicines from herbs! I've worked in companies you could never dream of interacting with on a personal level! I redefined botany as a culture!"

"Never heard of you."

"IT'S ME! I'M THE WORLD'S GREATEST BOTANIST!

I'M DR. MICHAEL BREWER!!!"

"Oh Thank you! It's been a pleasure to have you."

"Wha-"

"Unfortunatly, I no longer desire your company. So if your don't mind-

Burn Yourself Alive Michael Brewer."

[Connection lost, High temperature warning, Main Port is regulating temperature until next available power on.]

Part 1

#goosebumps #goosebumps oc #laila evergreen #Dr Michael Brewer #digital art post #tw burn mention

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snakeeyesdraws · 8 months

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Overly Analyzing Fortune Street character dialogue (Mario and Luigi)

So I've spent a lot of time browsing Mario wiki pages (organized easy to read information about a current hyperfixation makes for great destressing material) and one of the pages I've been really into is the quotes from Fortune Street (2011)! I've been thinking about talking about and discussing some of the character dialogue from it, since some of them actually have some fun character tidbits, and after seeing this post from pianokantzart (please go check out their stuff!) I decided to go ahead and do so!

Today we'll be focusing on Mario and Luigi's dialogue, and dialogue that involves them! If you would like to view these quotes for yourself, you can do so here and on the character's quote pages. I'll mainly just be highlighting some of the fun ones under the cut!

Mario

"Brr! This ship gives me the creeps! Best to win fast so I don't have to hang out here too long!" (The Ghost Ship)

This is an area-specific dialogue line for the Ghost Ship, and I find the implication that Mario is a bit creeped out by ghosts/haunted places, seeing as Boos/ghosts are an enemy that have notably defeated him numerous times via the Luigi's Mansion series.

"Wow! What a fancy palace! But I still think Peach's Castle is the best…" (Castle Trodain) "Ha ha! I'm gonna do well here. Peach's Castle is like a second home to me!" (Peach's Castle)

Simple but cute!! He thinks of Peach's Castle as a second home and feels safe there!! This is extremely important to me

"Dooo-doo-doo-doo-doo-dooooo! Hey, I love this tune!" (Super Mario Bros.) "Doooo--doo-doo doo-doo-doo! That sure is a catchy tune I've got stuck in my head! Oh, sorry, is it my turn already?"

He also really loves the Super Mario Bros. theme! The theme that is associated most with him and Luigi ;w; I like to imagine he hums its to himself whenever he's working

To Yoshi: "I'll help you find your cookies, Yoshi - just give me a second to brush these cookie crumbs out of my mustache!" Yoshi to player: "Yoshi! Yoshi! (Nice job on that promotion, (player's name)! Here, have some cookies to celebrate!)" Mario's response: "Why no cookies for Mario? Can't I have just one?"

There's also a running theme of him wanting Yoshi's cookies which I think is so funny. The Legendary Hero of the Mushroom Kingdom cannot turn up a tasty snack. Some people seem to push back against the idea that Mario enjoys eating?? But I think it's such a cute characteristic of his (and the fact that he basically admits to Yoshi's face that he swiped his cookies jsadjkkdlsa)

"Not to look a gift Yoshi in the mouth, but I was hoping for more coins..."

Mostly highlighting this one for the substation of "horse" with "Yoshi" in this quote. Fun little world building tidbit of Yoshi's being the Mushroom Kingdom's horses.

After player warps: "Ever get a stomachache when you warp, (player's name)? That happens to me sometimes!"

Even though he presumably uses the warp pipes all the time? Interesting... (side note but because I'm movie brain pilled, you could potentially read into it more here for that verse 👀)

After landing on a Take-a-break square: "Heroes never take the day off! What am I supposed to do with myself - go to the beach?"

Bro that is not a good mindset let yourself take vacations!

"Thank you for your patronage! You're very generous, (player's name)... Just like me!"

There's a lot of playful lines like this from Mario, I like when we get to see his competitive side and how he has a teeny bit of an ego (he's still overall humble and kind, but he knows he's the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom)

After player buying his circus tent: "I can't believe you took over my circus, (player's name)! Didn't you like my fireball show?"

FIREBALL SHOW???? HE PUTS ON A FIREBALL SHOW????? I am desperate for any crumbs of reference to Firebrand (even though he likely used a Fire Flower for this but still)

To Luigi: "Hey Luigi! Stick with me, Bro, and we'll win this one together!" Luigi's response: "You got it, Mario! We'll show (player's name) some real Mario Bros. teamwork!"

To player: "Nice work, (player's name)! But Luigi and I aren't going to give up quite yet!" Luigi's response: "Right you are! The Mario Bros. are just getting warmed up!"

THEM........ 🥺💖 WE LOVE TO SEE THEM WORKING TOGETHER

To player: "Psst! Hey, (player's name)! Princess Peach is watching, so I'm afraid I just can't lose to you today!" Peach's response: "Mario, I heard that! But don't you worry - I'm the one who's going to win!"

Dude is SMITTEN for Peach and it shows. He wants to impress her! I do like that we get to see that Peach is also competitive and playfully rolls with it

To player: "Keep going, (player's name)! It's way too early to give up!" Peach's response: "Hey, Mario-what gives? You seem like you're more concerned about (player's name) than you are about me!"

That said, Peach clearly likes having his attention on her LMAO it reminds me of the scene in Paper Jam where M&L Peach visibly got a bit jealous of Mario getting blushy and flustered over Paper Peach

Bowser to player: "You're in luck! If you beat me, you automatically get to become one of my minions! That's the law around here!" Mario's response: "Don't listen to him, (player's name)! I've beaten him a million times, and I'm no minion!"

Almost all of Bowser's quotes that invoke a response from Mario play out like this; Bowser provokes or taunts the player and Mario immediately snaps back or defends the player. It's fun to see a version of their rivalry here, albeit one in a much more relaxed and lower stakes setting. They will get extremely competitive even when it's just a game for fun

Bowser Jr. to player: "You're just being a big show-off, (player's name)! I'm NOT impressed!" Mario's response: "Don't be jealous, Bowser Jr.! Sure, (player's name) is doing great - but you're not doing bad yourself! Try to stay focused!"

While Mario will do the same if Junior taunts the player, here we can see him being encouraging towards him. It's a cute little moment! I feel like Bowser's Fury enjoyers will like this quote lol

Peach to Mario: "Hmph! Why does (player's name) have all the luck? Mario! I order you to go out and gather me some gold coins!" Mario's response: "Sure thing, Princess Peach! But, umm..how?"

I mean it when I say dude is smitten. One order from the princess and he's ready to drop his competitive streak to go fetch some coins for her LMAO

Toad to player: "I'm impressed with your business acumen, (player's name)! I wish I was more like you… Mario's response: "You can be, Toad! Just keep up the hard work!"

Friendship between Mario and Toad can be so personal, actually... and more encouraging and sweet Mario! Never forget that this man is kind and caring before anything else

To Birdo: "Ouch! Birdo, you're charging me an arm and a mustache! That's precious gold I'm never going to see again!"

AN ARM AND A MUSTACHE HE SAYS............ this man is a DORK

To Bowser Jr.: "I'm surprised you're charging folks so much to shop here, Bowser Jr. ! Just like your daddy, you are!" To Bowser Jr.: "Bowser Jr.! You're just like your daddy. Always getting in my way!"

He'll be encouraging and overall gentler with Junior, but it doesn't change that fact that Junior still gets in his way a lot JADSKK

To Donkey Kong: "Hey, Donkey Kong! Would you mind if I paid you in bananas? Ha ha ha! Oh, I bet you get that joke all the time!" To Donkey Kong: "You sure know how to roll that die, Donkey Kong! Almost as well as you roll a barrel!"

oh my god he's so obnoxious sometimes you KNOW this man is telling dad jokes even if he's not a father. And it's a small hint towards the DK and Mario rivalry that started in the old games!

To Luigi: "Oh, Luigi! Can't you give me a special discount or something? I thought we were the bestest of buddies!"

the bestest of buddies I could cry.... it's a very sweet sentiment, even though clearly it's said in a bit of teasing tone here. I now HC that Mario calls Luigi his bestest buddy whenever he wants something from him

To Peach: "Looks like I need to start picking some flowers for your victory bouquet, Princess Peach!"

THIS. MAN. IS. SMITTEN.

To Waluigi: "I hate to fraternize with my brother's nemesis, but it looks like we're going to have to work together! Let's swap shops, Waluigi!" To Waluigi: "What!? Waluigi's about to win!? I don't think Luigi is going to be too happy about that…"

Interestingly, we get to see the Waluigi / Luigi rivalry acknowledged by someone outside of them. I do like the implication that out of principal, Mario avoids anyone who has beef with Luigi.

Luigi

”Eek! No one told me there would be gh-gh-ghosts here! I wish I'd brought my Poltergust 3000 with me.” (The Ghost Ship)

LUIGI'S MANSION REFERENCE!! An obvious one, but it makes me happy whenever it's referenced regardless

"Leaping lasagna! This place is even bigger than Peach's Castle!" (Castle Trodain) "This place is wackadoodle! It's turning my brain into spaghetti!" (Good Egg Galaxy)

HE DID IT HE SAID THE FOOD JOKE THINGS!!!!

"Looks like my bro really cleaned this place up! I hope they gave him the key to the city!" (Delfino Plaza)

this one is just, so pure and cute???? supportive Luigi confirmed??

To player: "Hey, (player's name)! I'm Luigi! Oh, you've heard of me? I'm so flattered I think I'm blushing!"

This is also so cute and a bit sad - he thinks it's amazing that someone has heard of him enough to know his name outside of just "Mario's little brother"

"This game has got my mustache all mussed up! Where's my little comb?"

Implying he carries a comb with him specifically for brushing and cleaning up his mustache! Which makes total sense, considering these other lines of dialogue from him;

"I take a quick time-out to trim my mustache, and someone buys up almost all the shops! What gives?" "Ack! One shop left? All I did was take a minute to trim my sideburns… I need to stop doing that!" "Who bought up all the shops? Guess I was too busy grooming the 'stache to pay attention to the game…"

A lot of people interpret Luigi as very neat and tidy and almost obsessively keeps himself cleaned, and this dialogue most certainly solidifies that! People pointed out in the recent film that Luigi's hair is also a lot neater than Mario's, which lends to this idea. Apparently more than once he's been so focused on grooming his mustache and hair that he's missed something important lol

"It's not so bad being in second place. As a matter of fact, it feels just right! I wonder why that is…"

Ohhhh buddy,,,,,, the eternal player 2 mood LOL

"One day I'm gonna dominate this district. Then everyone will see who's the real brains behind The Mario Bros.!"

JDSJKASDLDASKLA this is such a sibling quote. Though it is interesting considering many people consider Luigi the more strategic of the two

After player lands on a Take-a-break square: "You've been working so hard lately, (player's name). Promise me you'll take it easy on your day off!"

A lot of characters will gleefully remark that they can advance while you're on a day off when you land on a Take-a-break square, but Luigi seems to genuinely want you to take it easy and I think that's neat

To player: "Did Mario teach you to play this game, (player's name)? 'Cause you've definitely got some sweet moves, just like him!"

CUUUUUUUUUUTE Luigi thinks the world of his brother, so of course if you impress him, he will compare you to him!

After player builds a tax office: "Built yourself a tax office, (player's name)? That was a calculated move! Ha ha ha ha!"

"You got any hobbies, (player's name)? I'm into lots of things: golf, tennis, basketball, beating you at this game…"

DORK I am going to lovingly push him into a locker. This was the blueprint for "You just got a-Luigi'd!"

After building an estate agency: "I bet Princess Daisy'd be really impressed if I owned a few more shops! Help me out, estate agency!"

One of the most favourite moments for Luigi/Daisy enjoyers. Because it really is cute! He just wants to impress her!

Going bankrupt: "Bankrupt!? I'm gonna get laughed right out of the Mushroom Kingdom!"

highlighting this one just because every time I read it all I can think of is "they're beating my ass in the QRTs"

Daisy to player: "If you win, (player's name), maybe I'll invite you on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Sarasaland!" Luigi's response: "Wow, what a prize, (player's name)! I wish I was in your shoes!" Daisy to player: "Yay! You got your salary, (player's name)! I guess that means you'll drop by my shop soon, right?" Luigi's response: "Wow, Princess Daisy! You're good…"

THIS. MAN. IS. ALSO. SMITTEN. I find it so funny that both Mario and Luigi are so head over heels for their respective princess GFs.

Waluigi to player: "Hope you're comfortable in last place, (player's name), 'cause that's where you belong!" Luigi's response: "Knock it off, Waluigi! I'm pretty sure you're the one who belongs in last place!" Waluigi: "Luigi, (player's name)… Is there anyone they DON'T let into this thing?" Luigi's response: "Ha ha! You're one to talk, Waluigi! How did YOU get on the guest list?"

LUIGI, KILL!!!!

More of the Waluigi / Luigi rivalry, and it's interesting to see someone who is usually more timid and soft spoken like Luigi be so confrontational and angry addressing someone who is clearly getting on his nerves. Waluigi seems to be one of the few people who can really push his buttons like that.

Mario to player: "Nice job, (player's name)! You're a real hero - just like Mario!" Luigi's response: "I wish Mario would call me a hero sometime…"

The post I linked before delves a bit more into this, but Luigi has a couple of dialogue lines about wishing Mario would think more highly of him. It doesn't come across as out of spite or disdain; it just reads as a younger sibling wishing he could impress his big brother who he looks up to. But as we all know, Mario clearly thinks the world of Luigi and he even shows it in this game;

Mario to Luigi: "Great job, Bro! Ha ha! You're my hero!"

They care about each other and I will hear NO arguments.

#snake talks #smb #mario #luigi #I surprisingly think I had a lot more to say about Mario than luigi here LOL but this was fun to do!#Mario analysis #fortune street

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aerltarg · 2 months

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thinking again about my sad boys, aegon and rhaegar, the dragonbane and the last dragon, being depressed since childhood, finding solace in their happy ladies, daenaera and lyanna. but while aegon's older siblings died, rhaegar lost his younger ones. but hey, at least aegon got to be close to his dear younger bro viserys! meanwhile, rhaegar just couldn't have a chance to build any proper relationship with his younger bro viserys, with everything between them. also to think that daeron the young dragon was aegon and daenaera's son and jon, rhaegar and lyanna's son, admired him and considered him one of his heroes... oh bless them, i love them so much

[...] As she stood before the king that Maiden’s Day, clad in pale white silk, Myrish lace, and pearls, her long hair shining in the torchlight and her cheeks flush with excitement, Daenaera was but six years old, yet so beautiful she took the breath away. The blood of Old Valyria was strong in her, as is oft seen in the sons and daughters of the seahorse; her hair was silver laced with gold, her eyes as blue as a summer sea, her skin as smooth and pale as winter snow. “She sparkled,” Mushroom says, “and when she smiled, the singers in the galley rejoiced, for they knew that here at last was a maid worthy of a song.” Daenaera’s smile transformed her face, men agreed; it was sweet and bold and mischievious, all at once. Those who saw it could not fail to think, “Here is a bright, sweet, happy little girl, the perfect antidote to the young king’s gloom.” (Fire & Blood)

When Aegon III returned her smile and said, “Thank you for coming, my lady, you look very pretty,” even Lord Unwin Peake surely must have known that the game was lost. (Fire & Blood)

[...] Hope and good feeling reigned over the Red Keep as the new year dawned. Though younger than her predecessor, Queen Daenaera was a happier child, and her sunny nature did much to lighten the king’s gloom…for a while, at the least. Aegon III was seen about the court more often than had been his wont, and even left the castle on three occasions to show his bride such sights as the city offered (though he refused to take her to the Dragonpit, where Lady Rhaena’s young dragon, Morning, made her lair). His Grace seemed to take a new interest in his studies, and Mushroom was oft summoned to entertain the king and queen at supper (“The sound of the queen’s laughter was like music to this fool, so sweet that even the king was known to smile”). (Fire & Blood)

[...] “But I am not certain it was in Rhaegar to be happy.” “You make him sound so sour,” Dany protested. “Not sour, no, but… there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense…” The old man hesitated again. “Say it,” she urged. “A sense…?” “…of doom. He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.” Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar's birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too much. “It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?” “Yes. And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars, and whenever he came back he would bring a song. When you heard him play his high harp with the silver strings and sing of twilights and tears and the death of kings, you could not but feel that he was singing of himself and those he loved.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)

“At the welcoming feast, the prince had taken up his silver-stringed harp and played for them. A song of love and doom, Jon Connington recalled, and every woman in the hall was weeping when he put down the harp.” (ADWD, The Griffin Reborn)

“The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle.” (ASOS, Bran II)

“By night the prince played his silver harp and made her weep. When she had been presented to him, Cersei had almost drowned in the depths of his sad purple eyes.” (AFFC, Cersei V)

“No one knew,” said Meera, “but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face.” (ASOS, Bran II)

“Whoever he was, the old gods gave strength to his arm. [...] the common folk cheered lustily for the Knight of the Laughing Tree, as the new champion soon was called. When his fallen foes sought to ransom horse and armor, the Knight of the Laughing Tree spoke in a booming voice through his helm, saying, 'Teach your squires honor, that shall be ransom enough.'” (ASOS, Bran II)

“He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.” (AGOT, Eddard I)

“Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature. (AGOT, Eddard IX)

“It was said that Rhaegar had named that place the tower of joy.” (AGOT, Eddard X)

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pianokantzart · 8 months

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I just saw this ask on my dashboard and uuuuuuuhhhh.... felt inspired to write a thing real quick. __________________

"Hey Mario, can I ask you something?"

"Oh! Uh, hold on Lu." Mario paused his videogame, setting the controller aside to give his brother his full attention. "What's going on?" Though he feigned ignorance, he knew there was something important on Luigi's mind. Lu had awoken that morning chipper, but had grown quiet and solemn as the day wore on, like something heavy was bearing down on him. Mario believed it was only a matter of time before he confessed to some silly, expensive mistake... that he had accidentally broken an appliance or lost something important... that was usually the explanation for this sort of behavior. "It... well, it's less a question than it is that I want you to promise me something."

"Promise what?" Mario cocked his head curiously, poised to give his word on whatever it was his little brother was building up to. Luigi took a deep breath. "If it comes down to me or Princess Peach, I want you to promise me you'll choose Peach."

Mario's smile vanished. He tensed up, looking at Luigi with a blank expression as he attempted to wrap his head around what was just said, until he burst out– a little louder than intended– "What are you talking about?! Where did this come from?!" "I was just thinking! I-if there was a situation where we both needed help, or were in trouble or something, you'll make sure she's okay before you make sure I'm okay." Luigi stuttered, rubbing the tops of his hands as he felt the mood of the room shift. "She is royalty, you know, and now that you're the hero of The Mushroom Kingdom..." "What, you think I'm not strong enough to protect you both?" Mario asked, attempting a joking tone as he lightly shoved his brother's arm. Luigi didn't waver, reaching over and catching hold of the hand that shoved him, holding it tight.

"You've been protecting me my entire life Mario. I've got to figure out how to protect myself eventually." He pleaded, "I just want to know that, if it means The Princess' safety, you'll have enough faith in me to try and save myself."

Mario paused at this, his gaze drifting down to the floor in thought. Luigi's worried look bothered him, but Mario maintained a grip on his hand while an unwanted lump began forming in his throat. At length, he finally relaxed and lifted his eyes back up, shining with determination. "Wait a minute, we're both heroes here, it's not fair you put all this on me. Let's make a deal: I promise I'll prioritize Peach if you promise to do the same thing. If she's ever in trouble, she comes first, no matter what."

Luigi narrowed his brow at this, but in time he smiled– Mario's same smile– the anxious smile of two brothers caught up in the same fear. "I promise."

"Then..." Mario steadied himself. He did not give his word lightly. If he agreed to this there was no going back. No changing his mind. But that was alright! He meant what he said earlier... he could protect them both!

He had to protect them both. "... I promise too."

#my writing #super mario brothers #Mario #Luigi #ficlet

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thatlilfairyy · 1 year

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Home; s.g

maintaining a secret relationship isn’t exactly easy, especially after a month of not being able to see each other and oh! the fact that he is also one of the top earning professors in your university.

w: f. oral, creampie, m. oral receiving, spit play if you squint, phone sex if it counts?, ilovesugurusomuch, slight overstimulation, reader being submissive, reader is in their twenties, use of daddy once, smutt 😏 mdni

w.c: 4.2k

“i’d like you to meet my incredible professor,” nobara praised loudly, which was unusual of her to boast over someone that wasn’t necessarily her, or maki.

“i’m two years older than you my dearest, there’s no need for me to.”

she began to pout in return and you felt like a piece of shit right then.

“he teaches junior level courses as well you know,” she continued, mumbling underneath her breath before adding on, “he’s up there along with our sensei, satoru!”

“If gojo is teaching them may the lord be with his students.” you prayed for them, knowing maki, megumi, and itadori were all with him right now. the only reason nobara isn’t with them is because she’s skipping lessons.

you were letting her talk as usual, sipping on your iced mango green tea when your phone began to vibrate.

“i heard he’s finally returning from his book tour. gojo sensei wouldn’t stop blabbing about it-“

you caught on to what she was saying. wait, what? he’s back? it had been nearly a little over a month since he picked up his bags and left for his book tour. It was the longest you both had been apart from each other, but you always displayed a smile and a positive attitude when face-timing him, knowing deep down you were already yearning for him to return home. he would often leave for conferences considering he, along with saturo, were one of the highest earning professors in the university, but it would only be for a week or so, not a whole fucking month and fifteen days.

nobara's voice registered through your ears, but your brain was turning mush at the mere thought of just being able to see him again.

2 missed calls

from: s.g

morning muñeca

i need to see your pretty face

same time as usual?

i have a surprise for you

he was back after so long. a smile broke out on your face, causing nobara to look over and smile slyly towards you. all of a sudden your annoyed expression had dissipated into thin air and your eyes were glowing with an expression she hasn’t seen before on you.

it was the fifth vibration that made you choke on your drink. it was him in a bathroom stall with his hand wrapped around the head of his mushroom cock. he seemed composed, but you knew those needy eyes of him.

are you alone?

“hey, i gotta go pee,” you blurted out, disrupting nobara’s train of thought.

“i’ll go with you then.”

“no! just stay and finish your food. i’ve got to take a shit,” you told her without much thought. she grimaced as you rushed over to the public restrooms in your campus.

of course you knew professor suguru, in fact you knew him a little too well.

“i need you so bad, baby,” he heaved out on to the phone’s microphone. he sounded breathless, his voice low and raw. “i’m so sensitive just thinking about you.”

you heard a sharp inhale and found yourself squeezing your thighs together. you pressed the phone over to your mouth, kissing the screen. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen him. weeks since you’ve felt his touch, his warmth, his hands roaming your body. your heart ached for him while your body yearned for his touch once again.

“wish i could bend you over my desk and ruin that sweet little cunt of yours.”

you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth, exhaling loudly. you needed to be careful, when it came to suguru you’d tend to lose your sanity without a care in the world.

“i wanna hear your voice, baby,” he let out a whiny breath, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

“i-i’m here,” you stammered out on demand. “my professor is holding me back late tonight though.”

he groaned in frustration, you almost did as well. you've never heard him like this before, it had your heart hammering uncontrollably against your chest.

“but i’ll rush over as soon as i’m done.” you compromised with such eagerness, your thighs pressed tightly against each other’s.

“always so eager to please me, mm?”

“of course, i missed you so much,” you told him, wanting nothing more than to skip the remainder of your classes. the way his voice rumbled throughout the phone had you taking in deep breaths. the way this man easily had you so weak was ridiculous. no other man had the privilege to unravel you with just the sound of their voice.

“i want you so badly.” your voice hitched, knees buckling to the thought of him between your thighs. if you weren't sitting down, you'd be on the floor right about now.

“i’ll stay over tonight," you immediately stated, disregarding your plans for the weekend.

“you won’t leave until i say so,” he corrected you, “i’ll make sure i take my sweet time with you this time."

you swallowed thickly, already enticed by the way he sounded so fucking annoyed. did he really want you this badly too? “want me to pick up dinner?”

“i’ve got that covered already.”

"i'll have to go home to get a spare change of clothes and i-"

"i want you here straight after, no exceptions. it's not like you'll be needing them anyway. is that clear enough for you baby, or do i have to explain myself again?"

he was talking to you as if you were his dumb fucking bitch.

"y-yes," you struggled deeply trying to bite back a needy whine. and god were you. “i hear you clear enough now.”

"yes what?"

"yes, daddy." you purred out and the soft exhale he made was enough to have you imagining all the things he could do to you tonight.

—

you rushed over to his apartment downtown, not sparing any second since you knew traffic would be a bitch.

“hii,” you shyly greeted him, having a hard time trying to maintain his alluring gaze. even after all the time spent together, you didn't exactly know why still he drove you near insanity each time he touched you. he had you acting bashfully, soft, and like a damn spoiled princess. it was the way his greedy eyes took in every single part of your body, starting with your eyes, down your lips, to the skin you were purposely showcasing for him in such a delicate satin dress that could fall apart any second.

a dress designed for you, ordered by no other than himself.

he always radiated a dark dominance off him that made you so submissive, but always so bratty. from the moment you both met, you knew he melted away your cold hearted self with his wit, alluring eyes, and charm. a one night stand that ended up into a spiraling mess of nights moaning and shaking within his embrace. not to mention the hundreds of dollars he spent on you, pampering, dressing you up so prettily, all for him to ravish up at the end of the night. nights and days have blurred into a span of endless moments spent together by now.

“sugu-”

his hands were already on your hips, tugging you towards him. the duffel bag in your hold was soon forgotten as you let it drop on the ground without care. your arms were already wrapping around his neck, letting him place his mouth on your neck. he was ghosting your sensitive skin with his breath, running a stripe down the crook of your neck with his tongue.

you let out a small whimper, fingers tugging at his locks to help guide him towards where you wanted him the most. he peppered your neck with soft, languid kisses, marking his way up your neck, towards your chin, and then stopping right at the corner of your lips. your heady, lustful gaze was enough confirmation that you were already yearning for his touch. his hands came up to frame your face in his, cupping your chin as he finally leaned down to properly kiss you.

oh god did you yearn for this man. an ache in your heart blossomed every time you had to part ways, but as he touched like this, it made you hot all over, butterflies emerging from within and soaring into a wave of calmness. suguru after all, made you very nervous still yes, but he also provided you with comfort, a summer warmth, and love. his hold and touch were always gentle unless he was fucking the living brains out of you.

he kissed you desperately, mouths slightly missing from the intensity and anticipation of it. your fingers danced their way down to his rumpled shirt, digging your fingers into the fabric of it as he took your breath away with his soft, plumped lips. your body was already swimming in his scent, getting stimulated by the sensation of his eager touch.

“you’ve made me wait for so fucking long,” he tsked, shaking his head as he pulled away from you. he seemed annoyed, skin flushed, and raven locks disheveled. so beautiful. the dress shirt he was sporting was unbuttoned down to his navel, where a dark patch of his happy trail trailed down the prominent bulge underneath his pants.

you swallowed thickly, eyes widening at how he was already so fucking hard. he didn’t touch himself?

“i couldn’t even get off,” he admitted to you, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses against yours once again. you melted into his touch, letting his arm sneak around your waist, pressing your body flushed against his as he wedged his knee in between your plushy thighs. the fabric of his trousers grazed your already sensitive and pulsing cunt.

your heart hammered against your chest, the anticipation sending chills down your spine. he was manhandling you, moving your body to his liking. it was as if he couldn't get enough of you. “i’m so fucked, baby. i need you now, please.”

he inhaled your scent, his hands softly caressing whatever skin he could get a hold of. he was being so grabby, his eyes darkening as you bit down on his bottom lip, sucking on it while releasing such a whiny whimper. your head was already swimming with sinful, lewd thoughts of his cock being shoved inside of you without remorse. it's been weeks for fucks sake. weeks of not being touched, loved, and worshipped the way suguru does.

“i’m so hard baby.” he whined out in frustration, almost as if he were annoyed by the predicament he was in. you wondered how long he’s been like this, in such a heady distress where he's practically losing his own sanity.

“i’ll take care of it,” you sounded breathless already, eager to please him.

you were quick to kneel down on to his floor, not having to worry about unbuttoning his pants since they were already sliding down. you eagerly pulled down his underwear, not waiting to take them off for him since your hands were already grabbing a hold of his cock. suguru cried out softly in relief, your touch making him more sensitive than he already was.

you placed a kiss on his tip and watched how his grip on the island bar tightened slightly, his eyes meeting yours. you hollowed out your cheeks, slurping and licking the precum before detaching your mouth from his pretty cock once again, smiling innocently up at him as he groaned in frustration. you leaned forward, kitten licking his shaft now, watching as he heavily breathed through his nose.

your name left his lips in a begging plea.

you wrapped your lips around his tip, gently sucking to your content, not fully giving in yet until his fingers slid into your hair. getou loved being teased, but there was an urgency in his voice now, as if he was about to combust right there and then.

his fingers were gripping your hair now, angling you so you could read his glossy eyes, stop fucking with me.

fine.

“fuuuck,” he heaved out in such euphoric pleasure. he wasn’t even holding back on his throaty moans. his head was tilted back, eyes screwed shut as you swallowed the tip first, hollowing your cheeks to slowly begin to fully take more of him into your mouth. he felt hot and heavy against your tongue and you moaned at the sensation of him.

you missed his taste dare you say it. you missed sucking his pretty dick and hearing his soft gasps echo throughout his apartment. you missed him praising you, blabbering out, "good baby, so, s-so fuck, ngh-"

he was losing it, his veins were protruding on his neck from how he was trying to hold back. "i missed your fucking mouth so much, pretty."

you breathed through your nose, focusing primarily on sucking this man’s cock. you’d show him how much you missed him, how good you've always been for him.

“you feel so good,” he moaned out, his chest slightly heaving. he didn't know whether to ravage his own locks with his own hands, or in fact, he wasn't thinking at all at this point. having you kneeling down before him with his leaking cock shoved in your mouth had him already slightly delirious.

“i’m gonna f’cum,” he slurred out, his hips rapidly bucking his cock down your throat. the warmth emitting from your breath and the feeling of your tongue coating your saliva with his cum was driving him mad, edging him sooner to his release. there were tears running down your face, your smushed eyeliner ruined, but you were moaning alongside with him. your nails were digging into his thick thighs for support as you choked, but you took it, swallowing his cum so messily.

“swallow it.” he spat out, and you sucked him dry, slurping until his stomach began to convulse from how sensitive he was becoming. his thighs trembled, hands wiping away your tears for you. "Oh fuck, fuck, baby."

you released him from your mouth rather proudly, a string of saliva drooling from your mouth down his shaft.

“my good girl,” he purred out, “come sit.”

you rasped your nails against his sensitive and quivering thighs, loving the way he shivered as a response. you sat on him and the first thing he felt was how wet you were. your underwear was soaked, sticking to your swollen lips.

“been too long since i’ve undressed you, mm?” he whispered in your ear, nudging the shell of it with his nose. you nodded obediently, becoming mush as his fingers graced your skin. it ignited the fire roaring inside of you, reminding you of just how much he owned you and your body all over again.

he was already undressing you, his fingers nimbly undoing the satin straps from your dress, letting it fall on to the floor, along with your underwear. finally getting rid of them, he pressed you flushed against his chest. your arms were already winding around his neck, smiling shyly. he kissed you innocently, nudging your nose with his, saying, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you murmured it back against his lips. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyousomuch.

kissing him was always so easy, his lips were always seeking out for yours and only yours. only you he kissed this way, deprived, animalistic, and with such a feverish urgency. only you got to see this man go crazy with desire and call him yours. his hands were squeezing your hips, panting as spit drooled out between the both of you.

“wanna sit on my face?” he cleaned up your lips, leaving his still messy as if he had just asked you what you wanted to eat.

“i want your fingers,” you shyly began, your fingers grabbing a hold of your favorite hand of his. “i haven’t had them inside of me in so long,” you whimpered out as he ran an elongated finger down where your slit was covered.

he began rubbing circles down on your clit, watching how you quickly spread your legs wide open for him. you closed your eyes, sighing in relief as you felt his warm touch.

“please touch me more,” you pleaded, breathing deeply. after all, it wasn’t just him who needed it. you missed him more than you had anticipated. these few rendezvous meetings weren’t enough.

he slid inside his finger, slowly easing it in at first. your eyes screwed shut, trembling hands grabbing a hold of his broad shoulders. you placed your lips on the crook of his neck, sucking his skin on to your mouth. he was already sliding another finger in, curling them both to hit that spot that had you squirming in ecstasy.

"sugu," you cried out his name, "sugu."

“mhm,” he shivered, feeling you bite down on his shoulder to suppress a soft mewl. he knew he needed to reprimand you for leaving marks where anybody could see them. however he had no voice to oppose you, he was indeed relishing in the fact that you were insatiable when it came to him only. after all, his reprimands would fall deaf to your ears and only flare up the defiance in you.

you were always so composed in his eyes. nothing ever deterred you away from what you wanted, very determined and independent in every way. it fascinated him seeing you so obedient, so dependent on him for anything, and so so reactive to the way he touched you. you became this needy, whiny air headed baby just for him. nothing but him on your mind. and fuck did he love it.

what a dumb fucking bitch he turned you into.

he was kissing you deeply, tongue pushing past your lips, tasting and taking away your breath by each second. he was pressing you against him, arms enwrapped around your waist as you detained his fingers, instead deciding to slowly grind over his hardening cock, coating it with your slick.

“oh my god,” you choked out a moan, feeling feverish at the sensation it was giving you. you spread out your thighs, angling the tip of his cock to slide inside of you just slightly, and god were you a mess.

“suguru,” you breathed into his mouth, eyes gazing right back at those lustful eyes of his. his hands were roaming your curves, fingers rasping lightly on your skin as he allowed himself to be used as your personal toy. with each cry of desire from your lips, he could feel you dripping against his cock and thick thighs.

his hands firmly landed on your hips, slowing down your pace, instead setting a rather slow rhythm to drive you crazy with desire. he wanted to torture you, show you how it felt to not be able to get any relief.

“sugu,” you softly cried out, “please, baby.”

suguru simply hummed in return, still kissing you until you were practically panting. the more intensely he kissed you, the more you picked up speed, grinding down against his twitching cock. you were salivating at the thought of it finally inside of you. his cock would teasingly slide inside of you, earning a soft pitched moan from your swollen, bruised lips.

the saliva between the two of you messily mixed together as heavy lidded eyes gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. you were trembling in his hold, becoming sensitive to his touch. he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist, easily lifting you up to prep his leaking cock with your juices. he ran his fingers down your sensitive pussy, gathering your juices from your slit and using it to lather his cock.

he slowly guided you down his leaking cock, not holding back on his soft groans. "You feel amazing, baby," he breathed out, "take more of me --"

you slowly eased him in, squeezing your eyes shut from the feeling of being so full. you could feel him everywhere with just one twitch from his cock.

“oh f-fuck,” you were insatiable, shaking with such need for this man.

“yeah, just like that."

you swiveled your hips, his cock nestled perfectly inside of you. already you were so gone as you rose up and slammed yourself down, feeling him hit that spongy spot that made you mewl and cry out in feral bliss. suguru couldn't contain himself anymore, a shaky rumble of a groan emitted from his bruised and swollen lips. you felt fuzzy and warm all at once. your view became blurry as you felt his thick cock drag against your walls. it had you hiccuping slightly, mouth ajar as he bucked his hips into you harsher this time.

“i’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe momentarily. he was slamming himself inside of you. “gonna spread you out and you’re going to take it, understood?”

“yes, yes,” you chanted out, too immersed in the sensation of his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. he was hitting every spot, earning loud and fucked out moans from your messy lips in return. his arms were wrapped underneath your arms, slamming you straight down on to his thick cock until your cunt was practically squelching.

“sugu, sugu, fuck,” you cried out, biting down on his broad shoulder. a sopping mess you became for him. only he could fuck you to the point of unraveling you to his will and beckon. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from the perspiration coating his body and yours.

he shoved you back on the couch without a care, watching as you spread your legs for him immediately. “i wanna fuck you while i look at your pretty face. wanna see how good i can make my pretty baby feel.”

pressing kisses on your tummy as he nestled himself between your legs. he gripped his member, easing his way inside of you as you threw your head back in overwhelming pleasure. your pussy welcomed him with excitement, purring as he fucked you messily.

“yes, yes, ngh,” you cried out, your arms going under his, adorning his back with marks with each thrust he took. the way he slid in and out of your clenching pussy was simply sinful.

“missed this pussy so much,” he drawled out thickly, feeling as you clenched tighter around him in response. “couldn’t even get off with my hand, that’s how much i missed you.”

you trembled beneath him. his touch was magnetic, warm, and immensely full of love and desire for you. your thighs began to quiver as he slid inside you, filling you up to the brim every time. you were becoming so sensitive, every touch of his was sending you into a spiraling mess. your fingers were tangled up in his hair, moans and his grunts mixed together. he was sputtering nonsense into your ear, loss in how your pussy was hugging his cock so tightly.

“mine, mine to play with, mine to do whatever the fuck i want, mine to love. only me.”

he was sucking on your neck, knowing you loved to be kissed and marked until your legs turned jelly. probably what he loved the most. he knew you loved to be fucked in missionary, something about fucking you face to face sent him down the rabbit hole every single fucking time.

"I'm so close," you choked out, tears brimming your eyes. the sensations of having him kiss your pulse, licking and dribbling his saliva all over your chest, and watching how his pretty dick disappeared inside of you was all too much for your fucked out brain.

he was becoming restless, his hips beginning to messily and quickly loose rhythm. you felt it in your belly, your eyes screwing shut as your body began to spams in his hold. he was there though, his hands setting your body ablaze, his lips decorating your skin with his as he held you closer throughout your orgasm.

he came soon right after, your calls for him rendering him to his knees. the way you softly moaned out his name, all while caressing him, and losing yourself within him at once overwhelmed him. you felt his cum dribble down between your thighs, but suguru was there to clean it all up with his tongue, savoring it as he delved his tongue inside your pulsing hole. he slurped until you were trembling in his hold, crying out, "i'm close, im fucking cumming-"

he rose up with your slick all over his mouth, dripping down his chin in such satisfaction, his hand pumping his already leaking cock.

“i came watching you,” he groaned out, smearing it across your sensitive folds, watching how your pussy easily sucked him right in.

“too much,” you could barely utter out, your legs still trembling.

“i’m sorry baby,” he breathed you in, loving how it clenched around him. “I just missed you so much.”

tears were already gathering at your waterline and oh how pure and angelic did you look so disheveled. your hair seemed a halo, your cheeks were flushed, and your skin was covered in his spit, marks, and love. he slid out of you, his hands gently grabbing a hold of your upper body to slide you on top of him.

“i missed you so much,” he hummed out, wrapping you up in his arms. he gently removed hair strands from your pretty fucked out face, even handed you a glass of water that he had left on the night stand right beside him.

he held the cup as water poured into your mouth, graciously accepting it and swallowing it, watching him adoringly in return. once you were done, he drank the remainder, setting it back before wrapping you up flush against him again.

“i’m so happy you’re back,” your earnestly admitted to him. “i was going crazy for a bit.”

he chuckled, “i’m glad to hear i wasn’t the only one losing my goddamn mind. there were times where i wanted to pack up everything and just leave, but i knew you would yell at me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh because he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“this was a grand opportunity,” you began once again, referring to a prior conversation you both had that deterred the finality of that book tour.

“yeah, yeah, i know baby,” he stopped you midway, grabbing a hold your hand and peppering it with kisses to distract you. it definitely worked.

“you know, when i was over there i realized just how much i missed your presence. i would wake up disoriented, seeking for you and realizing where i was in that moment again. our time zones were so fucked too so that was annoying, but seeing you again? i felt whole at once again. my nerves were simmered to a halt, and all i saw was you. the moment you walked into my apartment, i had finally come home. i’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”

“getou,” you softly began, almost in tears. “my love, you make me feel like i’m human. you make me so alive, and every time i am not with you it’s an ache to my heart. i missed you so much i dreamt of you each night and woke up so disheartened to see you weren’t there right beside me.”

“stay.” he abruptly said.

you were curiously gazing into him, waiting for him to spit out what was running through his mind already.

“i’m right here,” you kissed the hand that was holding yours, intertwining them.

“no, i mean i need you with me every day,” he was confessing out of whim, taking you so completely off guard. your heart was beating tremendously at his confession. your hazy eyes were meeting his glazed ones. your hands had begun to slightly tremble but his hold on you was so gentle.

he neared your lips, whispering, “i need to wake up each morning and see you right there beside me from now on.”

“that sounds like commitment, baby. you sure you’re ready for that?” you teased him, nearing him now. he welcomed you into his embrace, not refraining himself from placing kisses on your neck.

“how’s this for commitment?” he held up a spare house key. “come in and out whenever you please, stay if you may and i might just not let you go back at all.”

your eyes widened in slight disbelief. was he really asking you to move in with him? his gaze was serious, determined even as you stupidly asked him, “are you sure?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“suguru i’ll never leave.” you grabbed a hold of the key, wrapping your arms around his neck, taking him down as you peppered him with kisses.

he was laughing, taking you in his embrace as he said with warmth. “then welcome home baby.”

—

the next morning you both passed each other down the hallways, nobara beaming with proud joy as he acknowledged her. his eyes never met yours because he knew the moment your doe eyes landed on his, he'd have to fuck you in his office. instead he nodded your way, his fingers twitching from the urge to touch you. he remained composed as you smiled at him in return, refraining his lips from calling out your name. he kept walking, hearing the echoes of your voice and his student fade away.

home, it was a chant in his head keeping him sane. he’ll have you from night, throughout dawn, and finally until sunrise from now on.

he’ll see you at home.

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smittywing · 11 months

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FicBit: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Spending the weekend at Awesome Con, but first, the Good Stuff.

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Jason didn’t seek Tim out. But Red Robin signaled for backup two blocks from Jason’s favorite safehouse. (It was upstairs from a bakery and sometimes he fell asleep to the aroma of baking cinnamon rolls.)

He arrived on scene and counted - well, shit, they were Ra’s guys - two active, four down, and Red Robin whipping his bo staff back into one’s gut. The assassin gasped and stumbled back but he didn’t go down. Jason pistol-whipped the other active one and he went down. Red Robin spun and smacked the first assassin across the jaw with his staff.

Belatedly, Jason realized Red Robin was fighting with his non-dominant left hand. “You okay?” he called, dropping to one knee to start securing the unconscious assassins with zip ties.

“Dislocated elbow,” Tim grunted. “It fucking hurts.”

“Ow,” Jason agreed. “I’ve got a safehouse two blocks from here. You want to drop by and I’ll try to pop you back in place.”

“Yeah. As long as I don’t have to do any grappling.”

“Nah, as long as you can jump a fire escape or two?”

“I'm injured, not unconscious,” Tim said dryly and Jason grinned widely under his mask.

He didn't exactly have to lead Tim to his safehouse - Tim clearly already knew where he was crashing. But he waited politely while Jason disabled his security measures and sat down at the kitchen table with a pained grunt.

“You want a shot of anything before I do it?” Jason asked, taking off his helmet and setting it on the counter. Tim’s elbow was just out of position, almost normal except where it most definitely was not.

“No, just get it over with.” Tim sounded resigned and cranky.

“You sure?” Jason asked and snapped the joint into place without waiting for an answer. Tim screamed silently, an open mouth and a hissing exhale, and then reached up with his left hand and peeled away his domino. He looked exhausted, which was normal, and a little sad, which was not. At least not since Cannon Fodder had come on the scene.

Jason opened the fridge and frowned at the contents. He only had three eggs and no bacon, but he could make a frittata with spinach and mushrooms, maybe. He also had three bottles of beer so he snagged two of them and turned to sit one in front of Tim. “Here,” he said. “You deserve this, at least.”

“Thanks.” Tim snapped the lid off with the edge of the brass knuckles built into his glove and stared into the bottle.

“Is the old man up in your business again?” Jason asked quietly. He and Tim once had a long talk about their respective relationships with Ra’s al Ghul and then never spoke of the topic again. It was more Tim’s choice than Jason’s. Jason would just prefer not to talk.

“He makes a bid now and then,” Tim finally says and chases the words with a long pull of beer. “Hey, this one is pretty good.”

“I told you, it grows on you,” Jason said. If he had picked a sweeter, milder brew than before, it was because variety was the spice of life, or some shit like that.

“I like it,” Tim assured him. “So. Um. What was Dick on about last Sunday?”

“Oh, that.” Jason shrugged his jacket off and sat down in the kitchen chair next to Tim. “It's not a big deal.”

Tim raised an eyebrow, Alfred-style, and wrapped his mouth around the neck of the bottle. The color was returning to his lips, which had been pale when he was in pain, and Jason was having a real hard time not watching that. Not wanting that.

Jason sighed through his teeth. “I was 15 when I died and 18 when I came back and I never really went through puberty. So it never occurred to me that maybe I could possibly like guys.”

“Oh.” Tim’s mouth popped off the bottle. “Oh. Do you think you might?”

Jason shrugged, a little more violently than he intended and tore his gaze away from Tim’s mouth. It didn't help a whole lot because then it landed on Tim’s fingers, which were worrying the edge of the label, and yeah, that was gonna be a problem, too.

“Don't know,” he said. “Never did before.”

This might have been a lie.

“Well, have you ever kissed another guy?” Tim asked.

“I think that would clear things up if I had,” Jason grumbled. “Don't you?”

“Not if it was the wrong guy,” Tim answered easily. “Like, I already knew Bernard and I like him, as a person, but also there's this… I don't know. Chemistry, maybe? Kissing doesn't work with just anyone. If it did, you could just kiss me and you’d have your answer.”

“I couldn't kiss you,” Jason said, his mouth suddenly dry. “You're not even legal.”

“You're not even a legal entity,” Tim retorted and it should have sounded ridiculous but it made Jason grin instead. He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees.

“Maybe not,” he admitted, “but that means I get to sleep more than an hour every three nights.”

“Yeah, thanks, I needed that reminder,” Tim said and then he leaned in and pressed a soft, closed-lipped kiss to Jason’s mouth.

Tim was the right guy.

Jason's body prickled and a hot flush raced up his center. He pressed in and kissed Tim back, a determined, awkward need driving him. Tim wasn't backing off so Jason parted his lips, took a breath, and kissed Tim like he should be kissed, hands coming up to cup Tim’s face, fingertips trailing through Tim’s hair.

Tim opened his mouth under Jason’s and pressed closer.

*Yes* Jason’s body sang. *Yes, this.*

He deepened the kiss and moved his hands down, pressing his palms against Tim’s narrow hips and then closing his fingers, hauling Tim tight against him. He bumped up against him and holy fuck, that was Tim’s cock. Tim was hard for him, too.

With a gasp, Tim pulled away. Jason let go of him reluctantly and watched Tim press a hand to his mouth.

“I have a boyfriend,” Tim said hollowly.

“You kissed me,” Jason said, demonstrating his ability to say the exact wrong thing at any given moment.

“I didn't - I didn't think it would be like that,” Tim said and it's the stupidest thing he's ever said in Jason’s hearing because *of course* it was like that. Jason hadn't had any expectations whatsoever but he realized now that there was no other way it could be.

“Isn't it like that with Cannon Fodder?” Jason. challenged because. Exact. Wrong. Thing.

“Yes,” Tim said. “No. It's different with every person. You should know that.”

“Should I?” Jason wasn't so sure. He’d kissed some women. Had even slept with a few of them. And it was different, okay, but not different like this.

“I guess you do now,” Tim temporized. He rubbed his lower lip. He still seemed a little shell-shocked. “Does that answer your question?”

“I guess it does,” Jason said evenly. Yeah, Jason liked kissing guys. And he fucking loved kissing Tim.

“Okay, well. Now you know.”

Tim stood there, mouth red, eyes so blue, and hair falling over his forehead. He was staring at Jason like he'd never seen him before.

“I won't tell - “ Not Cannon Fodder, Jason scolded himself. Say his real name. Make him real.

“No, no. I - that's on me,” Tim said quickly. “I’ll tell him. “He’ll be okay with it if I explain the context. He will,” Tim repeated and Jason realized he was trying to convince himself, not Jason.

“Yeah,” he said. “The context, yeah. It’ll be okay.”

It was not okay. Jason did not want Tim to go and apologize to Bernard. He did not want Bernard to forgive Tim. He wanted Tim to stay right there and step back into his arms, and kiss him again.

“I have to go,” Tim said. “I - I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Jason almost said no, just to guilt Replacement into staying there, with him, a little bit longer, but that was so totally off-brand for him. “Of course,” he scoffed. “Don't be stupid. Hey, I learned something new about myself. It's a hell of a lot more fun than returning from the dead. That's a trip.”

“Okay,” Tim said. “Let me know how you're doing, okay? Maybe we can all go out some night.”

Because that's what he wanted, to watch Bernard and Tim holding hands and being cute and being young and in love. Jason didn't watch Tim exit the fire escape window. But he knew by the chill wind that he was gone.

#batbrats #jason todd #red hood #jason todd/tim drake #red hood/red robin #tim drake #jason todd's potty mouth #fic #red robin

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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Drabble: Steve Harrington- Husband

You had heated some of your girlfriends talking about at one of your weekly brunches. It was to early in the fucking morning for you to process what they were talking about. Bottomless drinks rounding the table, a great summer morning under the patio’s umbrella. “I’m telling you Sarah my boyfriend went crazy in bed, so here’s what you’ve got to do right.” You tired your hardest to not listen in but the more your thoughts dragged you away towards your boyfriend. Steve was probably just waking up according to your watch it was just nearly 9. “Y/n are you listening your Abby said, she was looking very annoyed that she was trying to explain something and you weren’t even trying to look like you were listening.

“What were you talking about Abby?” You asked annoyed that she was ragging you into the conversation. “Like I was saying you call up any of your local places, so for this example I’ll use what I did. I called up the local dinner. Said I was placing a pick up order and of course said what I wanted to order, then I made sure that my boyfriend was around. I already knew what he wanted so I just changed the wording was all.”

All the other women that brunches with us were on their toes, the edges of their seats waiting, yearning for whatever bullshit Abby was going to pull from her hat of jokes. “I said these words, ‘my husband’ would like the blah blah blah. I didn’t even get it hand up the phone before he was dragging me towards the closest s surface. Oh I’m telling you girls he fucked me so good.”

You cringed at the thought and her words. Abby wasn’t afraid of being very vocal about her sex life. That what most of these brunches turned into. Us listening to her talk about her sex life while we ate and drank at eight in the fucking morning. You gave your kisses and got into your car 30 slow minutes later, but the twenty minute drive ad me thinking.

Should you try the idea. How would Steve react? Would he pull you to the bed room, and fuck you senseless? To many thoughts and you weren’t upset with the chance of getting back into the sheets with Steve.

Nearly a whole week went by. Another brunch and this time Abby asked. The rest of girls weather any of them had tried it one their boyfriends yet. Most of the them shook their heads. You just rolled your eyes, but yet again the thought stuck with you for the tenth minute drive home.

“Hey honey you home?” You heard Steve yell out as you shut the front door. “Yeah I just got in” you said. The thought was roaming around, did you plan for it that way, maybe. He came from outside the patio door opening. A sticky sweaty and a little dirty Steve beamed out with a wide and soft smile on his face. “You have fun with the girls?” He asked you before he came to kiss you on the cheek. You only hummed.

The seed had been planted nearly two weeks ago and now it was blooming into a beautiful flower. A beautiful fucking flower. The rest of your day went by smoothly, you and Steve sat down on the couch to watch some movies during lunchtime. Then when dinner came around you couldn’t help yourself but get excited. You hadn’t planned anything for dinner and it didn’t look like Steve had take. Anything out, so from the kitchen at the drawer that was filled with takeout menus you yelled.

“Stevie what do you want from the pizza place on main?” You didn’t think it would take anything but that to get him to come running into the kitchen and let’s be honest you were right. Within a matter of seconds Steve was by your side looking over your shoulder. “Is it a chill day? We doing take out?” Steve asked even though he could already see it littered all over the countertop.

“Yup, I’m feeling pretty lazy. Those girls at brunch wore me out this morning.” You said casually. “Pizza okay baby?” You asked, side eying him. “Yeah can we do half pepperoni and half mushroom? Also some breadsticks, cause you know I love my breadsticks.” He said with a little giggle afterwards. You picked him on his cheek and you moved from the kitchen just a mere few feet away, not even out of the kitchen.

You dialed the number bringing the phone up to your ear and waiting. You answered with a cherry voice. “For delivery I need a large pizza half mushroom and pepperoni. And my husband will add some breadsticks, and two house salads.” I said. I hadn’t looked up not until Steve was wide eyed and tapping me on the shoulder. “Yeah her husband’s want some ranch with his salad!” He yelled into the receiver. I tired to hold I my giggle.

Youset the receiver down and Steve could stop from jumping up and down. “Did you call me husband??” He was yelling. “Do you think of me as your husband baby?” He asked he was getting more and more serious there was a glint behind his eye something different darker, stronger. “Hmm I think of you as my strong loving husband.” You answered softly. He walked closer to me and took me in his arms. “You’ve never been hotter then when you called me your husband.” Steve said, in baited breath. “Never hotter?” You questioned him, but my question never got answered as Steve pulled you and your lips touched rough, teeth scratched each other. Tongues were fighting and tasting each battle wound.

I didn’t know our feet could move in unison and make it up the stairs without falling. When you made it up to the top Steve was rushing to get your clothes off. “Your husbands here he’ll take good care of you tonight.” Ripping clothes off you and him. There was at trail of clothes leading to our bedroom. You guys managed to complete undress by the time we entered through the bedroom door. He pushed you down onto the fluffy mattress cover. “Look at you, all wet and good for your husband huh? All this for me?” He asked, you moaned into his soft and calculated touches.

Yeah that night was awesome in so many fucking ways. The next brunch you had with the girls you told them that you had used the husband line. You turned into the hot new topic story for the rest of brunch that day. That was so damn exciting. When you got home Steve asked you how brunch was with the girls. That morning you had to much to talk.

Completed on: 02/21/23

Posted on: 02/23/23

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