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ashes-writing · 1 year

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stranger things ● the new girl pt 3 ● g.emerson

warnings

swearing, bullying / jason and his merry band of idiots, awkward flirting -and that whole 'bicker like an old married couple' vibe- mutual crushes, typical high school bullshit, tbh.

word count

3844 ish. y/n series, welcome to part 3, ig.

summary

( continued from here ) you wind up going back to Gareth's house after school. more fluff -and light teasing, a little banter back and forth, ensue.

taglist

to be added go ( here )

@tbmunson - bestie I know you love this man so you knew I was tagging you.

@allelitesmut

@dylanwritesgood

other links

masterlist ● gareth's masterlist ● about / rules

His right leg bounces and his eyes are glued to the classroom door expectantly because now that he knows you’re in at least one of his classes, it’s given him something -just a small thing- to look forward to during the school day other than Hellfire. He’d die before admitting it, of course.

You finally wander in just as the bell is ringing. You can feel the weight of someone’s stare as you fling yourself down into your seat, still laughing about a conversation you were having in the hallway with Edith, Adeline and Maria.

Just to be sure he’s in class and he hasn’t like… skipped or gone home or something, you turn slightly in your seat, eyes scanning the classroom until they settle on Gareth’s seat in the back. It’s when you find him already staring that you can feel your cheeks flame hot.

And as you’re tearing your eyes off Gareth reluctantly, you can hear Andy hiss your name from across the room. After the third time, you’re officially well past annoyed with this. So you glance over at him and slow pop a bubble with the gum you’re chewing.

The third string basketball player who sits behind you leans in slightly. “Andy wants to know if you’ll meet him after class. Said to tell you he thinks it’s a smart idea.”

“Ask him if hell froze over in the last five hours? Tell him I’d rather die.”

The third string basketball player chuckles. “You’re missing out on a huge opportunity.”

“With him?" you glance back at Andy and surprise, surprise, the idiot is staring straight at you, you roll your eyes and flip him the bird before turning your attention back to his messenger to continue with, "Nah.” you give a dismissive hand wave at Andy as you pop another gum bubble and roll your eyes a third time before turning to face the front.

You can feel Andy staring harder now as if he's willing you to turn back around and pay attention to him right now, this second and you’re annoyed about it. You should be used to it, he’s done it non-stop since your first day at Hawkins High. You’re tired of it at this point.

The teacher calls roll and when your name is called, you utter a very bored, “Present.” without even looking up from the sketch you started earlier.

“You have five minutes to choose a partner for our project.” the teacher’s announcement has you scanning the classroom.

Towards the back of the class, Gareth tenses slightly. Nobody ever chooses him for a partner unless it’s Jeff, Ethan or Eddie. So he assumes that it’ll remain this way. Mostly to keep himself from noticing what’s going on around him -because it does bother him a little- he turns his attention to the issue of Rolling Stone he brought to school with him.

You frown a little. Because staring back at Gareth isn’t doing anything. It’s not giving him the hint you want to convey. But then you stop and you think about it. Why are you hinting at him to be the one to ask you to work together? Why can't you just do it yourself? What's honestly stopping you from asking first? Or just going over, pulling up the empty seat beside him and working with him without asking?

The thought prompts you to stand and you gather your notebook and textbook, making your way to the back of the classroom. Andy grins right up to the exact second it sinks in that you’re not about to cave in and ask him to work with you.

Gareth nearly jumps out of his chair when you tap his shoulder. You blow a big bubble with gum you’re not even supposed to have and you’re sitting in the chair you’ve dragged over while he was zoned out, gazing at him with a look of amusement. Expectantly. An amused gleam in your eyes as you watch Gareth piece together what's apparently happening. He grumbles -because of course he does, it's a habit you're beginning to notice, he's like a perpetually grumpy old man and it's so endearing that it does little to nothing to dissuade the crush you may or may not be getting on him-.

The teacher calls time on choosing a partner. As she begins to take note of who is working with who, Andy’s staring at you in frustration. You happen to notice it when you glance up.

“Stop staring over here, shitbird.” you grumble quietly, dragging your middle finger down the bridge of your nose.

Andy’s annoyed. Glaring at Gareth.

Gareth shrugs and gives just a hint of a smirk before turning his attention to you. As you both read through the information packet you’ve been handed by the teacher, you bite your lip and twist a curl around your finger. His eyes catch on the movement for a second or two and you can feel him staring despite the fact that you’re not looking up to confirm.

You’re dreading part of the assignment because it’ll involve exposing Gareth to your family at some point. And this is something you try to avoid doing with anyone normally because you can’t even stand to spend much time around any of them, especially not when your parents are fighting or your oldest sister is home for a break from her fancy college back home. Your older sisters are all bitchy and your parents are... A little too concerned with keeping up appearances and carrying out their chosen affairs while working and traveling nonstop and just being absent from your life as much as possible. You're the daughter who doesn't fit their mold. You're the one who gives them constant headaches with her loud music and her secondhand clothing or the way you're always sneaking out, blowing off their stupid fancy dinner parties to sit out on the roof of your house and smoke. You're the one they can't beat into submission via threat of disappointment and they gave up trying to care long ago.

Because they can't be bothered. You don't serve any of their selfish purposes, so they view you as a waste of time.. Or this is how you feel and this is exactly why you avoid exposing anybody you might care even a little about to any of them. It's the biggest reason you're already dying to get your diploma and officially be all alone like you've unofficially been for years.

As you're pondering all of this, Gareth is poring over the information packet and he's brainstorming what needs to be done in order to get this finished as quickly and painlessly as possible.. Because now that he knows he'll have to introduce you to his family, he's dreading it. There's so much his mom can -and probably will- tell you about his childhood that will inevitably embarrass him. And she won't do it on purpose, but she just loves him so much that she thinks every single little anecdote from his childhood is something she needs to share with everyone. So, he's seeing what a disaster this might turn into in his mind already and he's dreading it.. But true to form, he decides that the best way to proceed is to get the dreaded part over with and behind him.

So, he speaks up, clearing his throat to get your attention.

“We can uh… We can start on it tomorrow night if you want. Since my mom’s not working nights at the hospital for once and my stepdad will actually be around.” Gareth mumbles quietly. Making himself smile despite the fact that yes, he is dreading what his mom will choose to blurt out about him while he has you present.

You grin and nod. “Yeah!”

Then you rub your forehead. “It might be a little trickier to do mine.” you warn. “Vera and Thomas are always out of town. Or working.”

Gareth’s brow raises. "Vera and Thomas?" he questions, confused. You laugh. “My parents, Gareth.”

“Oh. Right.” he almost asks why you call them by their first names but he stops himself. It’s not his business and he’s not trying to be nosy, either.

The bell to end class rings a few minutes later and as you’re gathering your books to walk out of class, Andy makes his way over. He’s blocking the aisle so that neither you or Gareth can leave and he’s glancing from you to Gareth.

“What? What the hell do you want, Andy?” you snap.

“You didn’t hear me call your name?” Andy asks, shifting his backpack from one shoulder to the other. "You coulda worked with me. Now you're stuck with this freak, dollface." he shoots Gareth a dismissive look and turns his attention back to you. Expectant. Waiting on an answer.

“Oh, I heard you. I was ignoring you, smooth-brain. Move.” you go to shove past Andy to walk out of the classroom but Andy steps in your way all over again and he nods to Gareth, “So what… you’re just gonna work with that loser? You want to work with him? But why, dollface? I'm clearly the better option here, I mean.. c'mon.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Yep." the p pops and you tilt your head slightly, blowing another bubble with your gum as you look up at him, "He's not a loser. The only loser I see is standing right in front of me, right in my damn way. Move, Andy."

There’s a humorless gleam in your eyes because you’ve had enough of Andy and his friends. Frankly, you’re confused as to why they seem to think that your choice not to become part of the popular kids is a mistake.

After all, when your parents dragged you and your older sisters to that country club thing after you first moved to town so they could schmooze with who’s who of Hawkins society, you were the one who made it no secret that you had absolutely no desire to hang around. And each effort made to talk to you that night was rebuffed as rudely as you could possibly be.

“Your mom asked mine to make sure I showed you around and made you feel welcome.”

You roll your eyes. Gareth’s brow raises and you tense slightly, sucking the bubble you were about to pop back into your mouth. Gareth picks up on your tension but he doesn’t say anything.

“See, here’s the thing, Andy.. I have no desire to spend any time with you. Or any of your little friends, dude. Just because our parents happen to run in the same circles doesn’t mean we’re automatically friends. I can’t be any more direct when I tell you for the thousandth time that you’re wasting your time, man. Get lost.” you say it and you go quiet.

“But.”

“She said get fucking lost.” Gareth is standing taller. Stepping up to Andy, this puts you wedged between the two of them until Gareth pulls you out of the way and puts himself in front of you and he’s sneering and calm. Making himself taller as he glares at Andy. “I’m tired of saying it, man. Surely you’re not that fucking dumb.”

Andy steps up to him and he’s glaring. “You’re the one who needs to stay away, freak.”

You roll your eyes and clear your throat, stepping between the two. You give Andy a shove and he stumbles back. “Call him a freak again, pea-brain.”

You shove past Andy and you pause at the classroom door, looking back at Gareth expectantly. Gareth grabs his books and as he walks past where Andy’s still standing, he lunges just a little. Growling at Andy and laughing when he can see the fear as it registers in Andy’s eyes because Gareth knows… He knows exactly where Andy’s mind went just then. And maybe it shouldn't, but the fact that Andy is still scared of him, even a little bit.. This makes him feel just a little bit of power in an otherwise powerless situation.

As the two of you step out into the hall, Gareth speaks up. “What was all that about?”

You roll your eyes and rub your forehead. And you tell yourself that no thanks to this project, he’s gonna figure it out sooner or later, so the best thing to do is tell him now and get it over with. “The rest of my family are all disgusting and snobbish, okay? They’re members of that stupid country club? And apparently, when they dragged me to some goddamn dinner earlier this week, that idiot assumed I’d just blend and fit in with them like some good little girl. So did his friend Jason. Joke is on them, I'm not into all the bullshit that comes along with people as a whole.”

Gareth picks right up on the fact that there’s a lot you’re leaving out. And he can look at you and tell that even talking about it bothers you. It upsets you and annoys you, he can see it in your eyes. He steps closer before he can stop himself. “So that’s why Andy keeps bothering you?”

“Mhm. Because apparently, our mothers decided it’d be cute if we dated when they talked over stupid mimosas. And apparently, Andy agreed, despite the fact that I quite literally laughed in his face and walked away every single time he approached me.”

Gareth can picture it in his head and he chuckles quietly. When he bites his lip, you’re staring at the way his teeth catch against it and you’re distracted. He snaps his fingers in front of your face to get your attention and he’s snickering. “Space cadet.”

You flip him off and laugh softly. “Grump. C’mon. We better get out of here before the braindead brigade spots us. I’ve had enough of the idiots for one day. More than enough, actually.”

The two of you wander out into the school parking lot and Gareth makes his way over to where he’s parked his truck in it’s usual spot beside Eddie’s van. He watches as you wander up to the sidewalk and start to walk.

And he grumbles to himself, clenching and unclenching his fist as he tries to talk himself out of what he knows he’s about to do. As he catches up to you, he’s grumbling with every step he makes. He’s telling himself that it’s not a good idea, especially in light of what he knows about you now, but he can’t stop himself from doing it. He taps your shoulder.

You turn around and you slip the headphones off your ear, pausing the cassette in your Walkman. “Yeah?”

“Do you, uh.. Do you want a lift? Looks like it’s gonna rain soon.” he glances upward and you follow his gaze. And the sky is a stormy gray. And you don’t really want to get soaked walking home.

“I don’t want to be any trouble.” you start, but he’s shaking his head. And the first few drops of rain start to fall, prompting him to speak up. “Just c’mon. It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, grouch. Sheesh.” you laugh and give him a little smirk. You catch up to him as he’s walking back over to his truck because you needed just a few seconds to process the fact that not only did he find you at lunch today, but now, he’s apparently going to give you a ride home.

Today was a good day. A great day, actually.

As he opens the passenger door to his truck and you climb in, you brush against him and he swallows hard. Once you’re settled into your seat, he reaches into the truck and pulls the seatbelt across you to fasten it.

“The seatbelt is a piece of shit.” he explains quietly as he lingers in the open passenger door and you’re both just kind of..staring at one another. You laugh softly and raise a hand, fluffing at thick hair. “It does, hm?” you practically purr the question and you laugh again when you see the way his face immediately turns as red as the plaid in his shirt.

“Yeah.” he stammers. And he’s quick to shut the door and make his way around the truck, getting into the driver seat. As he’s backing out of the parking space, he slips an arm behind the headrest to your seat and he’s looking back, barely turned around and there’s something so hot about the way he’s backing out his truck that you shift and squirm on the bench seat a little while staring at him intently.

“What?” he laughs when he asks the question as he merges with traffic. You shrug, choosing not to answer.

“Hey..” you reach out and lower the volume on the radio after a minute or two, “Would you mind if I… Nevermind, it’s dumb.” you laugh softly and shake your head but Gareth speaks up. And he’s using that firm tone again. “Say it.”

“Fiiine.. I was going to ask if you’d mind if like..” you’re fidgeting with the baggy sleeve of your oversized black cardigan. And you can’t just look at him which is frustrating for you because you are.. More familiar with having total control of yourself and all situations you find yourself in. So the way you feel around Gareth is all new territory for you.

“Can I come back to your place for a few hours instead?”

Gareth nearly chokes on the gum he’s chewing. “Huh?”

“Nothing.” you back out of the question you’d asked him and shake your head, choosing to stare out the passenger window. Gareth is stunned silent for a few seconds. Then he takes a deep breath and speaks up. “You’re probably gonna be annoyed… if you came to my house instead, I mean. I’ve got four little sisters. Love ‘em to death but they’re a handful.”

You give him a little grin and there’s just something about the way you laugh softly and your eyes get brighter when he mentions his little sisters that makes you even prettier to him. And without any hesitation, you answer in a rush, “Anything is better than going back to the viper pit I call home right now. Plus, I love little kids, man.”

Gareth chuckles and he shrugs. “Okay, well.. I warned you. We can go ahead and ask my mom the questions we need to ask for that thing we were assigned.”

You nod and smile. “Yeah.”

The rest of the drive is silent, only the sounds of the radio fading in and out as you stare out the passenger window and wish you were a lot better at conversation than you actually are. Gareth pulls to a stop behind a station wagon at a nice and modest little house. As he puts the truck in park, three little girls come rushing out the door and straight for his truck.

Gareth chuckles to himself and glances over at you as he gives a mild shrug. “I warned you.”

“It’s fine, Gareth.” you smile. As you get out of the passenger side, one of the little girls notices you and rushes over. And she’s talking a mile a minute, this makes you laugh and you get down to her level.

“Hey cutie! What’s your name, huh?” “Lily!” she’s grinning ear to ear as she looks from you to her brother, who is picking up the two youngest sisters, one on each hip. “Are you Gareth’s girlfriend?”

You laugh softly. “No, but.. Can I tell you a secret?” and she grins, nodding so hard that her curly hair bounces. “Mhm! I won’t tell anybody! I keep secrets so good!”

“I bet you do, cutie..” you laugh again. And while Gareth is pushing open the front door to the house, you watch him intently. Dazed just slightly. You finally tear your eyes off of him and fix them on the little girl again and you lean in to whisper into her ear, “Your brother is sooo cute. And I wouldn’t mind being his girlfriend. So maybe one day, okay?”

Lily nods and smiles. “I won’t say a word.”

“Good.” but you have a feeling that sooner or later, at some point, it will slip out. And you’re honestly not bothered by this one little bit.

You pick up Lily and rush into the house just as the rain really starts to pour.

Gareth glances out of the kitchen as he hears the front door bang shut. He turns his attention back to his mother as she works on assembling a lasagna for the night’s meal. “Mom, c’mon.. None of the embarrassing stories, please?”

Mrs. Emerson laughs softly and glances up at her son as she spreads shredded mozzarella cheese over a layer of pasta sauce. Just to tease him a little, she asks with a laugh, “You mean like the time you took your clothes off in the supermarket and refused to put them back on?”

Gareth frowns. “Mom, c’mon.”

She fluffs at Gareth’s hair. “Would you relax, kid? I won’t tell her any of that stuff right off the bat.. That’s for later down the line. Not a first meeting. You must really like this girl.”

He shrugs. “Still trying to figure that out.”

His answer has his mother raising a brow. And she listens as Gareth explains the entirety of his day to her, peeking out of the kitchen and into the living room a time or two just to catch herself a glimpse of the girl who has her son so up in arms right now.

And when she sees you, she smiles to herself. Because she can see exactly why her son’s on pins and needles right now, you’re a pretty girl. And you’re currently sitting in the middle of the living room floor, coloring quietly with three of his four sisters, the way your bell bottom jeans have fallen away from your raised legs exposes the mismatched Halloween novelty socks you’re wearing on either foot.

“Mom, stop.”

“Stop what, sweetie?”

“Staring at her, oh god.” Gareth steps in front of the door to block his mother’s view and he finds himself doing the same, watching as you color with his little sisters and all of you are laughing about something that’s happened on Tom and Jerry, which his little sisters were watching while his mom cooked.

“Now who’s staring, hm?” his mother gives him a teasing smirk as she nudges him out into the living room.

Gareth wanders over and flops down onto the couch, clearing his throat. “You guys need to let us concentrate, okay? We’ll play with you later.”

“Really?” “Can you read to us instead, Gare? Like ya usually do?”

“With the voices!”

You smile as you look up and lock eyes with him. As his sisters take their dolls and coloring books and bolt back up the stairs, you sit up and stretch, moving up to sit by Gareth on the sofa. He catches sight of your one orange and one purple bat and ghost sock situation and he chuckles. “Get dressed in the dark today?” he asks. You give him a light shove.

“Ha.” you poke out your tongue, “I deliberately chose to wear these specific socks.”

“You did, huh? Well I hate to tell you… Halloween is a whole month away.”

“Not for some of us, Gareth.” you pout a little and fold your arms, blowing at some hair as it falls down into your eyes. He reaches for the remote and you sink back into the overstuffed sofa, resting your head against it. “Ugh, your sofa is so soft, man. The one Vera picked out of that stupid interior design mag feels like a fucking brick.”

Gareth chuckles. “Make yourself at home, I guess?”

You raise your middle finger at him as you close your eyes to rest them for a few minutes. “I’ve gotta remember to wear my glasses. It’d be easier if maybe I didn’t loathe them entirely.” you muse aloud, making Gareth snicker. “Glasses can’t help you see if you don’t wear them, space cadet.”

“Yeah well.. When I do wear ‘em and you see ‘em, you’ll know exactly why I selectively choose to forget them most of the time.” you raise your head and you’re staring at him all over again. Gareth is flipping through the stations on the tv set and he’s trying to pretend like he doesn’t feel you sitting beside him. Watching him intently.

But he finally just can’t take it a second longer so he puts down the remote after he’s stopped on MTV. “You’re staring.”

You lean in a little bit. Nodding. And you’re not bothering to hide the fact that you were staring at him because there’s no point to do so. “And? I can’t look at you?” you pout a little. Gareth nearly chokes on air and he can feel his cheeks burn yet again. “Well, yeah, you can.. Just don’t get why you’d want to.” he mumbles this last part a lot more quietly but you still manage to hear enough to know what he’s said.

“Because I do, okay?” you answer before you can stop yourself. And now, he’s the one staring at you. Leaning in a little. One of his sisters comes down the stairs and you spring away from each other just a little on the sofa, sharing a look.

“We should um… The questionnaire.” you manage to mumble as you try again not to get lost in bright blue eyes. Gareth nods in agreement. “Yeah. We should probably get that done. My mom, she’s in the um.. The kitchen.”

“Awesome. So let’s go ask her the questions.” you grin as you say it and he laughs, nodding. As he stands, he holds out a hand to you but you bite your lip and pout. “But it’s so comfy, I kinda don’t wanna get up now.”

He grabs hold of your hand when you reach up for his and he pulls you off his sofa and straight into him, purely on accident. And you both kind of linger close for a few seconds. Staring.

Wordlessly, you raise a hand and give his hair another little fluff before stepping away. Making your way into the Emerson’s kitchen.

Leaving him to stand in the middle of the living room and take a few badly needed seconds to pull himself together while wondering if this entire day has been one long fever dream that he’s going to wake up from at any second. And then, he’s frustrated with himself for feeling disappointment when he realizes that if today has been some sort of fever dream it’s one he doesn’t want to wake up from just yet.

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pawseds · 4 months

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God this sketch is so funny to me. These two are my PC/NPC duo for Delta Green, a lovecraftian horror TTRPG known to have a VERY high death rate. Finan's (glasses) whole thing was that Claretta disappeared and he keeps searching for clues, believing there's more than meets the eye, right?

I drew this when the game was still ongoing and everything was uncertain (I expected the worst possible end for them/at least one of them to die, because Delta Green), and the caption I wrote back then for this sketch on Instagram is now SO FUNNY

I may say that I'm ok with Finan and/or Claretta dying in the current Delta Green game I'm playing because it'll be interesting, but I'll be lying if I said it wouldn't CRUSH me. Like man initially I thought Claretta (she's an npc from Finan's backstory who I said went missing before their wedding) was either dead or some transformed creature who will be dead, but nah she was alive this whole time and is part of the organisation actively trying to kill our party. You bet that was on my mind for days. Anyway, I decided to draw the two of them if they hypothetically survived and was somehow still able to have a life together even though Claretta is legally dead, because I like making myself sad. (And you get two versions because I'm indecisive as hell)

(The funniest part is how I'm now the GM/Handler catalysing this effect for one of my players) (you guys should check @katastrofish out, tag irrelavent)

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kkolg · 1 year

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Should I make a Fluffy Guys side blog?

So it seems you guys like the little guys and have gotten quite a bit of asks for them already, however I don’t want them to take this blog over so I was thinking I might make a side blog for them

Disclaimer: I probably won’t focus as much time on it as this one so posts will be far between (most likely twice a week or smth) they don’t have as much of a deep storyline as the guys over here and I want to put more of my efforts into the “vigilante au” instead of theirs. I’ll probably still use my art tag with them along with posting good art of them here, but any asks or little sketch comics will probably stay there.

I’ll answer the last questions here but if there’s a side blog then I’ll answer them there from now on

#k’s rants #the void au #announcement

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vegalocity · 7 months

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oc game

So i got re-tagged by @unseelie-robynx to talk more about one of our other homebrew'd lmk next gen but several centuries later' characters (also i'm not re-tagging cuz there should be SOME surprises in this AU sequel lmao)

Da Rules (Copy and pate 'em!)

You and hopefully one of your OCs have been tagged! Your job is to make a post about them, and it can be whatever you want! Talk about general information, their backstory, their design inspiration, post some sketches or older art, write up a few fun facts, as long as it's something!

When you're done, be sure to pass it along by tagging at least one other person and their OC (you can tag as many people as you want though!) Tag backs are allowed and encouraged.

When you tag someone, try to specify an OC, even if you don't know who they are yet (i.e. "You should do that OC with the butterfly wings you posted the other day!" or "Do the OC you drew most recently!")

Participation is not required, but even if you don't want to, it'd be great to pass the tag along to someone else!

So as promised here's our currently unnamed Bestie Character of the Lost Princess AU

Now her story is much less complicated in describing how she got here, very simply, there are forms of magical conception available to Yaoguai, and long and short of it- she's a Cyberhunt kid.

So basically after Huntsman had gotten his brain back after being the Rebellion Martyr when his sting in mind-jail was abruptly ended by Syntax going 'nah fuck this' and saving him maybe before what would have been considered a safe time to do so, the two grew closer until ultimately getting together.

And since for magical 'a fertility goddess decided she likes them' reasons she basically said 'so spiders have REALLY HIGH infancy mortality rates for some sort of glitch in biology, but i'm a fertility goddess so fuck that y'all can have as many kids as you want'

so they had a BUNCH

And Ya Girl Here is one of the younger ones (the spider brood are many in number but for the most part mature at a rate relative to humans and then just clip to spider aging once they hit their prime so it's p. easy to sort of just, make it a steady clip) and is very much her fathers' daughter. Quite adept at magitech as it's developed over the years, she's the resident know-how in the group.

her weapon of choice is a sort of 'kinda a kusarigama' type thing where she'll take bladed weapons and then attach them to lines of spider silk to turn into ranged weapons. it's fun.

She met Zhenjun in college when they both ended up in the Cheer Team (yes the hero group is a bunch of cheerleaders) and is the single braincell of the group

#tyrant prince au #lost princess au

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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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Seven Days ~ Chapter Twenty-Two

Seven Days - Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long.

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late?

A/N - I want to apologize for the slow updates, I haven’t been in a great headspace to write, and with the semester starting this week, my free time is going to be at a premium, so updates may be even slower. Thanks so much for your patience…

Summary: Syd gives Frerin an answer about living together…

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Alanis Durin

Warnings: Oral sex (m/f receiving) unprotected sex, some fluff

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,140

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Syd’s eyes glittered like aquamarines in the light cast by kitchen fixture as she gazed up at him. She was tiny compared to him, and he knew for a fact he could lift her as easily as he did his nephews. And as she gazed up at him, it did the oddest thing to him, sent butterflies going crazy deep inside him, the same way he felt as a kid, when puberty hit and his hormones went wild. Only now, there was nothing to stop him from tugging her against him, wrapping her in his arms, savoring the feel of her full, firm breasts against his chest, the equally firm mounds of her ass in his hands. Now, he could do all the things he’d once fantasized about doing with her. She haunted his dreams as a teenager, and now, she was his reality.

“You’re staring at me,” she whispered to shatter the thickening silence.

“Syd, do you know how often I thought about this?” As he spoke, he reached out to trail his fingertips along her cheek. Her skin was so soft, it practically begged to be touched and he found himself powerless to resist the urge. “And it didn't even come close to what it’s like to be with you.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

He grinned. “Nah. I had an image to protect. But, not with you. I don't have to worry about that any more.” He brought his free hand up and cradled her face between his palms and added in a whisper, “I love you.”

Her eyes softened. “I love you, too.”

“I like how that sounds.” He bent to her, capturing her soft lips in an equally soft kiss that fired his blood and spurred his lust. He didn't want to rush with her, didn’t want to just rip her clothes off and pounce on her. Well, actually, he did, but at the same time, he didn’t. Instead, he tilted her face to his and bent to press a gentle kiss against her lips. He savored the lush softness of her lips, the way they parted slowly and just the tip of her tongue brushed his bottom lip, almost shyly. That was how she kissed—shyly, almost hesitant, as if afraid to overstep or seem too aggressive.

She should only know there was no such thing as far as he was concerned. Not for her. He wanted her to know she could explore him to her heart’s content—his mouth, his body, he didn't care. He reveled in the sensations she sparked to life, that she sent coursing through his body. His blood warmed so slowly as her tongue swept along his, and when she drew it back into her mouth, he had to fight back a sigh as the heat in his blood became fire.

Her fingers swept down along his sides, her hands coming to rest on his hips, heat from her touch sinking into him. He almost ached for her touch against his bare skin, against his nipples, his cock, anywhere and everywhere she could possible touch, stroke, caress.

She tugged his black long-sleeved tee shirt from the waist of his jeans and when her fingers slid beneath it to sweep along his bare back, he shivered against her. She did it again, this time letting her fingernails trace down the same path, and when she brushed just beneath the waist of his jeans, he moaned softly into her mouth. He couldn't help it. He had no idea how sensitive that bit of skin actually was until just then. Women were perfectly satisfied to let him explore them, they seldom took the time to return the favor with the exception of reaching into his jeans to wrap a hand about his cock for a few seconds.

But Syd took her time. Her fingernails scratched down. Then up. In slow, lazy strokes, and he shivered again as his skin tightened into goosebumps. Shivered and broke his kiss to sweep his lips along her chin and down her throat. Her pulse beat fast beneath his lips, her fingers dug deeper into his skin, her whispered, “Frerin…” was a caress of its own.

A hint of jasmine and vanilla teased his nose. Her scent, both bottled and personal, combined to tease him, to make his head spin as he gripped the bottom of her sweater to slide it up, over her ribs, to lift it past those perfect, full breasts, to tug it over her head. Her hair, that glorious mass of thick, dark red silk, brushed his hands as he freed her from the sweater and when she looked up at him and smiled, in that moment, he’d have given her anything she asked for, no matter what. He’d have done anything for her, no matter what.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, letting his hands come to rest on her shoulders, his thumbs hooking in her dark green satiny bra straps. Gently, he eased them over her shoulders, then reached around and with a single pinch, unhooked her bra. As the fabric fell away, he drew back to let his eyes feast on her, on the way her nipples tightened into enticing little pebbles, the way her pulse beat faster still even as she held his gaze with those beautiful eyes, the way she didn't try to suck in her belly to make it seem perfectly flat. She didn't have to. He loved the slight soft curve of it. He loved everything about her and he wanted to make damn sure she knew it.

He bent to her once more, brushing a kiss along her collarbone, smiling against the inner curve of her right breast as he swept a kiss along that curve and her fingers slipped into his hair while her breath hitched. Her fingers twisted. Tightened. Held on as he moved toward that beaded nipple.

“Oh!” Her soft moan rose into the air as he closed his lips about the bead, as he swirled the tip of his tongue around it, the flat of it over it. It pebbled even more, and when he teasingly nipped it, she shivered against him this time. Her back bowed, offering that breast to him, demanding his attention, which he was more than happy to give. He gave a gentle pull on it, biting back a smile at her soft, hitching breath, and his own breath caught as she tugged on his hair in response. The sharp, sudden sting across his scalp made him shiver against her, fired his own desire further.

Another slow pass and he let that nipple slip from his mouth, shifted to press a kiss into the shadow between those perfect breasts. He swept another one along her breastbone, smiling as she whispered, “Frerin…” even as her fingers loosened in his hair to let him move lower.

He crouched before her, peppering teasing kisses along her belly, smiling as he reached that slight roundness. Christ, she had no idea how perfect she really was, and he had no words to adequately convey it. Instead, he shifted to his knees, and looked up at her and smiled as he eased the button of her jeans through its hole, then tugged the zipper down.

Her eyes grew heavy lidded, holding his stare with a smoldering one of her own as he tugged her jeans down, her hand coming to curve against his cheek, her fingernails just dancing across his skin. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted her left foot with one hand to tug the cuff of her jeans over it and swept them from first her left leg, then her right. A shy smile lifted her lips as he swept his fingertips along the backs of her legs—over her calves, behind her knees, along her thighs, and finally, over her backside.

He drank in the sight of her, her black lace thong the only thing between his lips and her mound and those hints of jasmine grew stronger as he leaned in and brushed a light kiss along the soft skin just above that lacy border. Holding her gaze, he hooked his index fingers in the soft lace and slipped it over her hips, down her thighs, and let her thong crumple at her feet.

The jasmine scent grew stronger as he leaned in and nuzzled the dark auburn thatch between her thighs. Her hands found their way back into his hair, twisting as he slowly slid his tongue into those curls for a slow, leisurely pass. Her hips moved slightly, arching to meet his caress. And the next. And the one that followed.

He took his time with her, savored the spicy-silken taste of her, the way her breath quickened and her body moved against him. She grew slick and sweet beneath his tongue, his name a breathless whisper on her lips as she trembled against him, as she grew wetter still. He traced a gentle circle around the swollen bead nestled in those lush curls, swept over it with the flat of his tongue, took his time to explore every inch of her silky, damp flesh. She moved against him, pleading softly for him to shove her over the edge.

He would. In time.

But for now, he wanted to tease her. Wanted to make her ache for him. Wanted to feel how she desired him, how she wanted him. Wanted her to feel every single iota of pleasure he could give her. He trailed his fingers along her inner thigh, smiling as she jerked back and breathed, “Oh, my God… Frerin…”

He eased those fingers into her heat, teasing her, torturing her in the most sensual way he could. She gasped as he slid one finger inside her, crooked it, found that spongy swelling along her front wall, honed in on it and stroked.

“Frerin!” She shattered, throbbing and tensing all around him, and he savored every last moment of it—every last breathless cry, every last pulse of her body around him, the sweetness of her released lingered on his tongue, tortured his own senses as he ached with the need to bury himself deep inside her and thrust until they exploded together. He wanted to feel her come with him inside her, to feel those pulsations squeezing him, dragging him out to sea with her.

He drew out her orgasm until she shivered against him, her voice husky and raw as she pleaded with him for mercy, as her knees buckled and she breathed, “No more… oh… please…”

She collapsed into his arms, her lips hot and furious as they found his and devoured them, as she pushed him down onto the carpet right there in the living room and tugged open his belt, yanked open the fly of his Levi’s, tugged down the waistband of his boxer briefs, bent over him and—

“Syd!” He couldn't hold back as her lips closed about him and she pulled him deep. Fire enveloped him, twisted and ribboned its way through him as she brought him so close to the edge of insanity, then pulled him free, shifted to straddle him and—

“Oooh….” His moan echoed around them as she positioned him and came down hard onto him. He caught her by the hips, his fingers biting into her as he moved her faster against him, as he arched deep into her. White lights danced before his eyes. His blood scorched through his veins. His orgasm spiraled through him with the power and intensity of a gale force wind. Syd threw her head back, her fingernails digging into his chest as she tightened about him, as she quivered and pulsed and cried out his name.

The wave crashed into them. He slammed her hard against him, arching to thrust as deeply as he could as he came in a blinding flash of desire and lust and need. She came with him, squeezing, rocking against him as her body throbbed all around his.

And as fast and furious as it hit, the wave receded to leave peace in its wake. Syd collapsed against him, fighting to drag air into her lungs, her head coming to rest on his chest. He wrapped his arms about her, cradled her against him, also battle to breathe even as he gritted, “Oh, holy fuck… oh, Christ, Syd… oh, holy fucking shit…” and let his eyes close as the dizziness worsened and he thought there was a very real possibility he was going to pass out.

Little by little, each went quiet. His head slowed, the spinning ebbed. His blood cooled and slowed, his heart no longer raced. Peace settled over them as he drew in a deep breath and whispered, “I love you…”

“Mmmm…” her lips brushed across his chest, “I love you, too.”

He smiled into the thickening darkness, letting his fingers skim along her silky hair as she lay against him. He didn't want to move. Quite possibly ever. He let his eyes close, just savored the feel of her, in his arms, all around him.

Her breath danced gently along his neck, and he couldn’t hold back his sigh when she swept a feathery kiss up toward his ear. He smiled into the darkness. “I think I have a rug burn on my ass.”

“I’ll kiss it and make it better.” She lifted her head, scooping a handful of hair to toss out of her face.

“I like how that sounds.”

“I though you might.”

She shifted and he winced as he slipped from her warmth. She was naked but he remained completely dressed—only his jeans were open and hastily moved out of her way—and he grinned. “Damn, honey, you didn't waste any time.”

“I couldn't help it,” she confessed with a hint of a sheepish smile. “I just had to have you, Frerin.”

“You won’t hear me complain about that ever.”

“Somehow, I didn't think so.”

She lifted her head and looked so utterly disheveled and so thoroughly manhandled that he knew he’d never seen a more beautiful woman before. Curving his hand against her cheek, he whispered, “I’m a lucky guy, Syd. I hope you know that.”

“I know.” She winked and slowly climbed off him. Smiling at him over one shoulder as she padded toward the kitchen, she added, “But I’m a pretty lucky girl, so I think that makes us even.”

He smiled, drinking in the sight of her perfect body silhouetted by the kitchen lights, and then let his head thunk softly into the carpet once more. Somehow, he thought he had the better end of the deal.

Syd let her eyes close as she curved against Frerin’s body, her arm draped over his hips. ESPN played softly on the television, the bluish glow from the set the only light in the room. Riley was curled up in her bed, fast asleep. She thought Frerin might have fallen asleep as well, and that was just fine with her. He earned a solid night’s sleep after everything and as she lay there, she shifted just enough to peer up at him. His eyes were closed, his thick black lashes crescents against his skin. The low light from the television softened his features, sleep took away years and stress and he once more resembled the Frerin she’d gone home with in August, the one who oozed confidence and charm and knew he could go home with any woman he wanted at any time.

But, she’d seen no sign of that Frerin in his words or actions since he’d come into the shop the week before. There was no sign of the confidence that bordered on arrogance, or that sense of entitlement. She believed him when he said he loved her.

She believed him when he said he wanted to marry her.

“What’s wrong, Syd?” His whisper startled her, although he didn't open his eyes.

“N-nothing. I thought you were asleep.”

Now his eyes opened. “Are you hexing me?”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don't know… you’re staring so…”

“You’re different from how you were in August.”

The sheets rustled softly as he shifted onto his side to face her. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s neither good nor bad, it’s just… different. The Frerin I knew in August was kind of an arrogant prick, but the one here now is the exact opposite.”

“Dying will do that to you,” he replied softly with a hint of a shrug. “It also opens your eyes real quick to what you want and what you’ve been settling for.”

“And a different girl every night is settling?”

He propped his head on his fist, his expression far more serious than she’d ever seen. “Yeah, it is. I like this—” he gestured between them—“this is what’s important, Syd. Lying here, like this, talking, is what’s important. I mean, sex is great with you, but so is this. So is feeling you fall asleep against me. So is when I wake up and you’re lying here next to me still sound asleep. It all blows everything else away. It’s the little things like this that make you realize what life is, that made me realize what was missing from my life.”

“And now you know what you want.”

“And now I know what I want.” A slow smile lifted his lips. “You. In this bed. Every night for the rest of my life.”

As he spoke, he shifted to ease over her, bracing himself on his forearms as he loomed over her. “And you never did answer me.”

“About moving in with you?”

He nodded, his St. Florian medallion spinning to throw off flashes of blue light. “I like the idea of having a never-ending sleepover with you, Syd. And maybe that’s how I’ll convince you to marry me.”

“Or we could just live in sin forever.”

“We could, but,” he winked, “is that even a thing any more?”

“Gram probably thinks so.”

“Sin is fun. And we do it pretty well, you know.”

She smiled up at him, slipping her arms about his waist to let her fingernails trail along his back. There was something so heady about watching the effect that had on him, as he shivered slightly and his eyes grew heavy-lidded and sleepy. “We do, don't we?”

“And think of all the sin we could get into, honey,” he murmured, dipping toward her to let his lips just brush hers. “Just you and me and our imaginations?”

“That does sound promising.”

“So, what do you say? Let’s live in sin together, Syd.”

“I think that can be arranged, Frerin.”

His eyes danced with mischief as he said, “Good,” and bent to kiss her once more.

#Gerard Butler #Frerin Durin #Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Frerin x OC #AU #Frerin Fic #Is it hot in here?#Romance #Modern AU

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tennessoui · 1 year

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this is gonna sound me, and I do apologize because I am a huge fan of your writing but what tag will you be using for your dark academia au so that I can block it? it's something i know that i need to avoid and i don't want to have to unfollow you.

Nah I think this so so fair I mean it’s supposed to be a bad hurting and sketch au (and i don’t even know how much I’ll write in it)

BUT i feel like that’s a good enough suggestion I’ll just use that tag for any and all I write for it (dark academia au)

But if you do have to also unfollow I feel like that’s totally valid !! Do whatever you want and need for yourself no matter what, no apologies necessary as it should be

#asks #but I did add that tag so I feel like you should be ok as not much has come #of it or anything #and honestly general psa: I’m down to tag whatever you want me to tag everyone’s needs are different and I want to meet them all #but I won’t know them all if you don’t day something—so say something!!#please!!#im open to it all #I mean I probably won’t ever tag all my stuff obikin because like do you understand the amount of obikin stuff I reblog and write per day #but things like triggers or squicks hey yeah I will #it’s not mean if you don’t say it in a mean way 🤷‍♀️

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dixkens · 2 years

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MI6 Cafe WIP Game

MI6 Café WIP Game

Thanks for the tag @anyawen!

“Rules : post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (please repost, don’t reblog) This isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!”

Should I keep this to just Bond? Nah, that’s less fun. Let’s see what we’ve got shall we?

2Hackers-pretty boys

2Hackers-epilogue

Ark and Covenant

Bond at the River

Broken Toys

ConPlans-Consequences

ConPlans-Back Channels

Constellation

Coral and Pearl

Covert Agent Malfoy

Dollhouse 2

Fantasies and Nocturnes

Jade Key

Little Brother Morris

Lord Giles

Macau

Mummy Dearest

Newlywed Qs

Other Responsibilities

Party Favors

Playing in the Dirt

Q and Eliot get very drunk

Q and Q snippets

Q_200word_multi

Qual Cards on the Table

Quartermasters Request

Rescue from Weekend

Secret Services

S and G Ramblings

Spike and Joyce

The minis

Wayward Children AU

Untitled because written in a notebook:

Good Omens thing

Leverage thing

2 Untitled Norse mythology things

That’s (dear gods) 36 WIPs and I have no idea who to tag, I think @anyawen already caught most everyone I know. @silverbrume have you been caught up in this yet?

#wip tag game #mi6 cafe wip game #they are all my darlings #I may have a problem #mi6 cafe

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katchihe · 2 years

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And if you destroy another forest, I'll destroy you.

Based on here. Always keep a cool head, kiddos! Also Yellow tf is that strength?

#pokemon #trainer red #champion red #trainer yellow #fanart #pencil sketch #quick sketch #my art #artists on tumblr #pokemon fanart #manga #sketchbook #katchihe art #I would be lying if I said I'm not having fun with these iauhfsauh #I was debating on whether on not I should tag it as their ship name #but nah this Red is based loosely on Pixiv!Red haha #so different Red and not Adventure Red :D

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stardomtrash · 2 years

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Well a THING happened!

So I mean...... que???? XD

I’d like to be able to put all the responses from Twitter I can find, but taking screenshots with the Google Translate translation is sketch at best, so I’m going to write out the threads using translations from DeepL and link to the real tweets

I totally missed posting this last time it did that rounds but now this seems CLEARLY FUCKING RELEVENT

Maika: Seriously, one second before kissing. (Not allowed)

Syuri: Ah! It's Himeka who drew me in.

AND THEN WE HAVE TODAY. I’ll try and separate them into threads but ghdkfj

Himeka: 4.29 will not only take away your lips, but also that red belt that you value more than your lips

Maika: HIMAKA! Aaarghhh!

Syuri: Himeka Thanks for the food 29 April. In return. I'll make it a day you'll never forget.

Himeka: Only one piece of advice You should at least close your eyes when someone kisses you ♡

Ruaka: Ugh, I can't do it, I'm seriously ill, I can't do it anymore.

Utami: Oh.... I see...

Maika: Eh... what emotion are you feeling?

Utami: I feel... Surprised...

STARDOM then posted the Syuri/Utami kiss with whatever tf the monocle emoji means

Syuri: Ooh-ooh-ooh! Officials have pulled it out!

This has to be done by screenshot cos XD

Syuri: Whoa! There it is!

Utami: You're now familiar both doing and receiving...

Maika: My heart palpitates aaaaah! I don't like it aaaaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!

Saya: Relax, Maika

Maika: I don't want to hear it from you, who's basically just a screamer!

Saya: Hey, hey, hey, calm down. I'm not the only one. My tag team partner... Utami lost her lips to Syuri. I went crazy at that time. I fully understand how you feel.

Maika: We're the ones who took it. The wounds are different. ！！！！ I mean, why should I be comforted by you? Maybe you... You're the one who took my fragile heart and...

Saya: Huh? No fantasising!!! 🙄 Because of your partner's cheating. The white belt title match. I'm not sure if it'll affect the title match for the white belt. Until Fukuoka - at best. I hope you have a weak heart. No. Or do you want me to wake you up?

Maika: We've already made up 🤪. I'm so sorry! You want me to wake up? Which side of your mouth are you talking from? The signs of masochism in Syuri sure are adding up huh 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️.

Saya: HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're forgiving her in such a short time? How soft can Maika be? She's rolling in the palm of her hand! LOL! Wow... I thought you wanted me. 😐

Maika: I just believe in my precious partner. Nah... Maybe you were hoping? I wonder which one of us wants it.

#himeka #maika #syuri #utami hayashishita #kiss #press conference #twitter #subbed #❤️❤️

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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tattoo artist sukuna

I am way overdo to get my sleeve finished and I’m already itching to get a full back piece, so this is right up my alley. Gender neutral reader, and if you’d like to see the tattoo style i reference please go to @/novchild.jpg on instagram :)

It was a spur of the moment decision that led you to drive downtown with your friends at nearly midnight, drunk off each other's energy and eager to do something reckless. Speeding down the motorway, you scrolled through Instagram in search of a tattoo artist.

“Are you guys sure about this?” Your nerves had finally caught up to you as the car was parked in front of the studio you all chose. It was a typical brick and mortar building with a large skull painted on the only window to the outside world. There were a few bald men smoking cigarettes right outside the door, scrawling ink covering their exposed hands and faces.

“Yeah, c’mon!” No one waited for you, everyone climbing out of the car in excitement. Slowly, you got out of the car as well, head down as you walked past the men and into the shop.

Loud, blaring metal music met your ears, jarring you upright and tense. There wasn’t anyone you could see at the front desk, the only workers were huddled in a back corner leaning over something and laughing.

“Which one should I get?” Your attention was drawn away from the men in the corner and to the art hanging on the wall, all different flash sheets from various artists. Some were more gory, clearly drawing inspiration from horror movies while other pieces were bright and colorful, like bubblegum pop come to life.

“Hey.” A gruff voice cut through the loud music, and a man was now leaning against the front desk, spiky black hair in a ponytail with a bored look on his face and several piercings in both ears. He was clearly sizing you up, the black bar going across his nose moving as he did.

Unprepared to speak to him, you were happy when someone else stepped in and started chatting about prices. The man at the counter had on a hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, exposing one full arm and hand that was completely blacked out.

“Choso, any customers?” Another shouted, a man wide in stature with long hair. He sauntered up to the counter, tight black t-shirt showing off the traditional Japanese work covering every inch of skin.

“Getou, can’t you see?” Choso rolled his eyes and gestured to your little group.

“I can’t make conversation?” Pulling a face at Choso, Getou leaned his elbows on the counter and flashed a wide grin at all of you. “So, who’s the first to get some ink?” His narrowed eyes looked over your bare skin and you could see the wheels turning in his head.

“I am! I want that one!” One of your friends pointed at the wall, making Getou hum and nod.

“That’s Gojo’s work, he loves to draw the cute shit. I’ll call him over.” As a white haired man walked over at Geto’s call, one by one your friends made their decisions and were paired with artists.

“What did you choose, (Y/N)?” A friend asked, seeing you still stuck staring at the wall.

“I don’t know!” Throwing your head back, you were beginning to regret even tagging along. There were simply too many options and the task of picking something was daunting.

“Having a hard time choosing?” A flash of white crosses your vision and soon Gojo is leaning down into your field of vision, piercing blue eyes staring at you curiously.

“U-uh yeah.” Stumbling back from how close his face is, you realize how tall he is when he stands up straight, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Me and another guy just got done making a new flash sheet, lemme show you.” It takes him only a couple seconds to go back to his station and come back with a piece of thick paper with drawings on it.

Taking the paper, the drawings were unexpectedly cute. A lot of them looked like rough sketches or crayon drawings, simple in concept but intricate in detail.

“I’ll take this one.” Pointing at a mid-sized crayon drawing, your mouth ticked up in a smile as Gojo took the paper from you with sparkling eyes.

“That one is so cute, good choice! One sec!” Tossing the paper down, he dashes away shouting nonsensical words towards the back of the shop where they’d all been huddled up. “Sukuna! Someones here for ya!”

Rising straight up from a chair with a loud groan, a shirtless pink haired man glared sharply at Gojo. Even from a distance you can see the sharp black lines tattooed across his face and down his body, circles on each shoulder, dashed lines across his chest down his stomach and around his wrists as well.

“Geez you can really yell, you know that?” Running a hand through his hair roughly, Sukuna stands up, flexing his muscles and unknowingly giving the whole shop a show of his chiseled physique.

“There’s a client here to get a piece we made together earlier.” Shoving the paper in his face, Gojo points to the piece you selected. Sukuna mumbles a few words and sets his eyes on you, walking over with a swagger that makes you nervous.

“Alright, where do you want it?” Leaning close to you, Sukuna quirks a brow.

“I don’t know.” You sigh softly, looking down at your arms and legs. “I don’t-”

“Your arm, right here.” Grabbing onto your arm, Sukuna turns it outward to expose the flesh of your inner arm. “It would look good right here, about the size of my palm.”

“O-oh okay.” Nodding quickly, your face is burning when he lets go. His touch still lingered on your skin, the edge of his black painted fingernails digging in briefly as they squeezed you.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes, go sign the paperwork.” Sukuna speaks with his back to you, already walking to the station he had been sleeping at and setting up. Rushing to fill in the proper papers, you wait nervously at the front of the shop for your turn.

The rest of your friends are already getting started, the whir of the tattoo machines adding to the ambience of the shop. With a wave Sukuna calls you over to his corner, still shirtless with a pair of gloves on.

“Hold out your arm.” Grabbing you once again, Sukuna angles your arm in front of a mirror by the table. Rubbing ointment on your skin, he sticks the stencil on and rubs firmly, making you squirm from the tickle of his hand getting close to your armpit.

“What do you think?” Stepping to the side, he looks at you in the mirror. “Little to the left? Right?”

“No, it’s perfect.” The longer you look at it, the longer you love it. Giving you a pat on the shoulder, Sukuna led you to the table, having you lay down and stick your arm out.

“This your first one, I can tell.” He said, adjusting your body how he seemed fit and rubbing more ointment on you.

“It’s that obvious?”

“Oh yeah, only a first timer would get something like this from me.” A cocky grin spread across his face and he gestured to the wall behind your head, covered in realistic black and white portraits. “This is normally my speciality.”

“You drew yourself?” Pointing up at one of the pictures that looked exactly like him minus the face tattoos, you chuckled.

“Nah, that’s my twin.” Your brows rose in surprise and you looked between Sukuna and the picture.

“Does he have-?” You waved over your face and body.

“He’s too scared to get a tattoo, says he’ll get ink poisoning and die.” Sukuna laughed, pouring out the various colored ink into little cups. “Won’t even let me do a tiny dot on him!”

“Safe to say you two are pretty different then.” You found yourself laughing a little as well, eased at Sukunas laid back nature.

“Mhmm, he’s busy going on the straight and narrow while I’m here ‘ruining my body’ as our grandpa likes to say.” Flashing quick air quotes, Sukuna revs up the machine and fiddles with the buttons. “Alright, you ready for this? Won’t have virgin skin anymore after this.”

“Yes!” Clenching and unclenching your fist, you pushed a deep breath through your mouth.

“If you start to cry, I won’t stop. And if you pass out, I’ll just wake you up.” That was his final warning before he leaned forward, using one large gloved hand to spread the skin of your arm taut.

The first prick of the needle against your skin made you jolt, sucking in a sharp breath and making your eyes fly open. Sukuna snorted, wiped your arm with a towel and kept going. Honing in on the marks and exposed pipes in the ceiling, you tried not to twitch from the needle anymore.

“You’re doing pretty well.” Sukuna mumbled, briefly sitting up and dipping in for more ink.

“Really?” Taking a look at the tattoo, you were surprised to see only one line had been done. It felt like at least three were placed into you.

“Yeah, don’t screw it up.” Sticking his tongue out at you, Sukuna went back to work. Transfixed on watching him, you saw the lines go into your skin, overflowing with ink and being wiped away repeatedly. You were also watching the way Sukuna’s arms flexed, the muscles in his body all on display right in front of you.

“Tell me about yourself while you stare at me.” Sukuna said, not looking up from your arm. Immediately, your head whipped away from him and a deep burn ran over your face. Sukuna laughed at your embarrassment, patting your arm with the paper towel a few times.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re not the first one to do it.” That didn’t make it any better. Slapping a hand over your face, you let out an unintelligible noise from the back of your throat.

“Just great.”

“It’s okay to say you have a crush on me, a lot of people that come to the shop do.”

“Sukuna!” Laughing through the shame, you glanced over at him.

“Hey, it’s the truth.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well can you blame them when you’re built like that?” Feeling emboldened by the late night hour, you took a rather obvious look at Sukuna’s body. With only a pair of sweatpants on, you could see nearly all the tattoos he had.

“Aw thanks doll, I work out.” Sukuna shot a wink at you, briefly flexing both arms and making you blush again. “But enough about me, what about you? What made you come here so late at night?”

“My friends and I wanted to do something spontaneous.” Returning your gaze to the ceiling, the ache from the tattoo gun was beginning to settle into your skin. “And what better way to be spontaneous than to get a tattoo?”

“Ha, I hear that.”

“Why’d you get the ones on your face and stuff?”

“Thought they’d make me look cool, and I was right.” Giggling at his honesty, you quickly nodded in agreement.

“The ones on your face, did they hurt really bad?”

“The ones near my eyes yeah, those hurt the most. But thankfully Choso has a steady hand, so it didn’t last too long.”

Absentmindedly, you ran your fingers over your own face, drawing along the edge of your jaw and eye socket. There was no way you could get your face tattooed as heavily as Sukuna had, if at all ever. You had only just now gotten used to the pain of the needle on your arm and you were still twitching every so often.

“How’re you holding up so far?” Sukuna whispers close to your ear ten quiet minutes later. He’s completely focused on tattooing you yet his face is close enough that if you leaned up a little, you could graze his hair with your nose.

“Fine.” You whisper back, suddenly feeling awkward with the low tone of his voice.

“That’s good doll, real good.” His voice dropped even lower, overcompensating for the song ending over the stereo speakers. Trying not to stare at his serious expression, you look over at the other stations. Gojo is chatting up your friend excitedly, and there’s a number of colorful inks laid out before him. Choso and Geto are hard at work as well, with Choso pointedly not speaking, and a blonde man you’d noticed drinking a large mug of black coffee earlier with his button up sleeve rolled up to reveal two dragons on his forearms.

Just as the pain in your arm was starting to truly burn, the tattoo was over. Sukuna washed it down gently, patting your arm and humming to the song playing. Sitting up with a short grunt, he flicked his head to the mirror.

“Go ahead and take a look.”

Sliding slowly off the table, you held your arm out awkwardly and stood in front of the mirror. Your arm was slightly swollen and stinging, shoulder stiff from being in the same position for so long, but a smile spread on your cheeks.

“I love it.” It looked exactly like the picture: a crayon style drawing of a brown haired girl in a giant green frog, a big pout on her lips while the frog sat on a lily pad.

“Lemme snap a couple quick photos before I wrap you up.” Already with his phone out, Sukuna was quick at taking pictures, posing you like when he’d put the stencil on. “I’ll run down the aftercare stuff with you, also give you a card in case you forget any of it.”

You didn’t hear a thing he said about aftercare. Standing nearly chest to chest with Sukuna while he rubbed ointment on your skin and wrapped your tattoo up, the way his arms nearly wrapped around you to put the cover on, the gentle touch of his fingers pressing medical tape to your skin, even the way he was breathing softly and looking at you - it all had you distracted.

“Alright, you’re all done.” Sukuna patted your arm, breaking you from your trance.

“Thank you so much!” Looking down at your tightly bandaged arm, you could feel the intense heat radiating out of it. You quickly snapped your own picture of the bandage as Sukuna dug around in a drawer.

“And since I could tell you were zoning the fuck out just now, I wrote my number down on the aftercare sheet, so text me if you have any questions.” Holding the paper out to you, Sukuna had indeed scribbled his phone number on the paper in thick black marker.

“Can I really just text you?” Taking the paper hesitantly, you fiddled with it in your hands.

“Of course! I want your tattoo to heal well!” Sukuna nodded, throwing his arms out dramatically. Waiting for you to gather your stuff, he walked you to the front of the shop. “Text me anytime doll, I stay up late.” He whispered right before you got to the front counter, making your jaw drop and ears burn.

“(Y/N), you really got a girl in a frog?” A friend laughed, a bandage wrapped around their thigh.

“It’s cute!” You defended it, holding your arm close to your body.

“The cutest fucking one.” Sukuna added on, slapping the counter and pointing at everyone.

“Aren’t you cold without a shirt on?” Choso mumbled, typing away on his phone in the corner.

“No ‘cause I’m not anemic like you are.”

“It’s still cold outside.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s cold in here!” The two of them quickly devolved into petty squabble, giving each other light hearted shoves in the shoulder while Geto collected the money from everyone.

“Bye, thank you so much!” You all called out as you left, waving goodbye and shrugging your jackets back on.

“I’ll be waiting for that text, doll!” Sukuna shouted right as you stepped out, blowing you a kiss when you whipped your head over your shoulder in shock.

“Text? Were you flirting with him?” A slew of curious looks were thrown your way, making your shock even worse.

“N-no!” You stuttered and immediately grimaced at it, face getting warmer as you climbed into the car. “We were just talking while he tattooed me, he just wants to make sure it heals right.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say. Let’s go to the drive through now, Geto told me to eat something after getting tattooed!”

“Hey check Sukuna’s Instagram story, he already posted your tattoo (Y/N)!”

“Really?” Rushing to pull out your phone, it was indeed true. Sukuna had posted one of the pictures he took of your arm, a few silly frog gifs surrounding it, with the caption ‘painted a pretty doll with a pretty frog, hope they come back for more xx’.

“You two were definitely flirting!” Shouts resounded in the car, everyone giggling wildly at the caption. Giggling along with them, you quickly typed a message to Sukuna.

(Y/N): hey Sukuna this is (Y/N). Thanks again for the frog! And the picture you posted on your story looks really good :)

(Sukuna): no problem doll

(Sukuna): next time you want a tattoo, text me and i’ll draw up whatever you want

“Sukuna said he wanted to tattoo me again!” You announced to your friends, all of them oohing and crowding around your phone. “What should I say?”

“I’ll do it!” Someone snatched your phone before you could say anything, rapidly shooting off a message and tossing the device back to you.

(Y/N): are you free tomorrow?

“He’s not gonna-” Right as you were beginning to shake your head and type another message, he replied.

(Sukuna): for you? of course

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notepadsandtealeaves · 2 years

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: Mall Madness, Pt. 1

12 Days of Batmas || Day 3—Getting Lost at the Mall

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: a virtue worth pursuing || cuddling by the fire

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 3 | jay day 3 | tim day 3 ||

He’s definitely the type to view getting lost in the mall as a mini-adventure.

If you get separated, however, he’s gonna flip his shit trying to find you. Catch him out here having mall security scouring the building for you and-or making intercom announcements lmao.

Shopping with Richard is certainly an experience…

↠ Requested By: Not a soul lol ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: ~1k

So this isn’t exactly new content—sorry to anyone whose hopes I got up.

In my efforts to make my posts a more, ahem, ✨~aesthetic reading experience~✨, I’ve been going through and editing my old posts. My original post for day three has always bugged me, so I’ve decided to break it up so that all the boys get their own posts. Also, I’m leaving Damian’s as the original post, so that’s something.

Other than the look of things and a few light edits, there aren’t any major changes. It should make for better, more streamline reading tho. ((thinking about it now, this is more like a quality of life patch than anything lol…))

Headcanon || WC: ~1k

🌟 Dick strikes me as the type to absolutely love shopping.

🌟 When it comes to giving, a big part of his love language is, well, giving. He loves to see the look on someone’s face when they open up a gift that he’s made or purchased just for them.

Definitely a master gift giver. He uses his Bat skills as well as his natural intuition to pick out the perfect items without fail.

You mention wanting a certain thing? Said thing will be in your possession within the next 24-48 hours.

Thought you were about to run out of coffee/toothpaste/whatever? Not on his watch. You’ll find a replacement there waiting for you, one that you know you didn’t buy as you were gonna do that later on today and yet here it is.

He doesn’t wait for a major event to dictate things—if he wants to give you something he’s gonna give you something. Your smiles are so damn precious to him, they give him life, so anything that he can do to induce them is getting replicated.

And he never expects anything in return. He’s doing this because he loves you and he cares and he just wants you to be taken care of.

Tbh, I see all of the boys as being providers. They’ve all got their reasons for wanting—needing—their sweetheart to be well taken care of.

🌟 Anyways!

🌟 Malls are his jam. They give him a lot of options without having to go to a bunch of different locations. “You could go to a hundred stores or just one.”

🌟 He usually already has a good idea of what he’s gonna get, but he loves to window shop, so be ready for that lol. Dude has stamina for days so if left to his own devices he’ll be bopping around for hours without ever thinking about taking a break.

If you can’t hang that’s fine! More than fine—“Honestly, babe! Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

Whenever you want/need to take a break just tell him and you’ll find the nearest bench or food court to rest up in.

🌟 He’s definitely the type to view getting lost in the mall as some type of adventure. He doesn’t get lost very often, and unless he thinks the circumstances/location is sketch he’s actually p. happy about it. He loves to explore and this is just one more chance to do so.

🌟 If you get separated, however, he’s gonna flip his shit trying to find you.

Catch him out here having mall security scouring the building for you and-or making intercom announcements lmao.

When you finally come together again he’ll damn near squeezing your soul outta your body with his hug, babbling all the while about how he thought he “–lost you for forever!”

Meanwhile you’re hella embarrassed and confused, but trying to comfort him just the same. Embarrassed because obviously—you got dragged back to him by security like a lost child; confused because I just went to get a pretzel did you not hear me when I said that??

🌟 Whether you’re lost or not, expect lots of shenanigans to ensue.

He’s so the one to get in the display windows and model with the mannequins. Dude better be glad he’s cute and loaded or else that shit would not fly.

He does the same thing with floor displays—and has knocked a few over as a result. Again, it’s good that he’s as fine as he is rich lmao.

Has legitimately made sells for associates who he saw struggling.

That commission based fuckery is total and utter BS and we all know it. He can’t change the system, but he can certainly game it. If he, a ridiculously attractive rich boy, can get another rich asshole person to buy something in order to help out someone with less means you bet your sweet ass he’s doing it.

Also doesn’t stand for people abusing staff. None of them are here for that mess. In fact, there are entire YT playlists dedicated to all of the Bats giving rude customers and suck-up/disloyal managers the business lmao.

Some of the greatest hits include:

Dick Wayne says ‘Not Today Satan’!!!

good guy jason todd wants to help us to eat the rich and he’s starting with this b!tch 😘😘

The Damian Wayne Death Stare™

Did T-Wayne really just give this man a job?? (watch til the end- You Will CRY)

bruce wayne just bought a whole ass macy’s just to fire the terrible manager lmaooooo

Will also model silly outfits for you (that he somehow manages to pull off no matter how outrageous they are) and will encourage you to do the same because who doesn’t love an impromptu fashion show?!

So many people, Richard. So many, many people… lol.

🌟 Given that he’s one of Gotham’s most beloved sons, being followed by the paps is an unfortunate side effect of going to such a public venue with him.

Thankfully they keep their distance for the most part. Dick may be all smiles and sunshine, but the minute he feels like you’re being made to feel uncomfortable or into a spectacle then the fangs are coming out.

He has this way of politely telling people to fuck off that somehow manages to convey the potential for pain without crossing any lines. And he does it all with these empty eyes and cold smile and yeah—needless to say folk have learned to keep their distance lol.

That being said there’s dozens of videos of you two online. They mostly feature Dick doing something silly and you either joining in or holding your head in your hands as you watch your man-child’s foolishness unfold lmao.

🌟 Overall he’s a p. fun shopping buddy. A bit on the sillier side so I would personally give him a 7.5/10, though if you don’t mind that he’s a solid 10/10 for sure.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 4: Let’s Wrap This Up || Wrapping Presents

“You did it!”

You laugh a bit even as your cheeks heat. “Babe, I literally just wrapped half of a box—not even the whole thing, just half.”

“Yeah, but you did it so damn well. Gotta celebrate the little things too, yeah?”

Doesn’t matter how small the feat, he’s always gonna celebrate you.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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A Bad Day

Summary: You’re having a bad, Roman is having a bad day.

Warning: Knife!play, Dommy!Roman

You were sketching at your easel working on a new desk for Two-Face. It was truly labor of art. It had to make both sides of him happy. This was your seventh draft. You had not liked anything you had come up with yet.

The buzzer bounced off the wall of your studio. That alone is one reason why you were really considering Roman’s offer. Your studio would be nice and quiet, well except when he’d be angry. The idea made you smirk. Damn, he really could be hot when he was angry.

Walking over to the door, you straightened your ponytail. Opening the door you were greeted by a pleasant enough guy. “Yes?”

“Delivery, for a Miss Y/L/N?”

“Oh! Yes! I almost forgot. Let me open the big door.”

“Certainly.”

Finally, your new fabrics had arrived. You were so excited. Pushing the button the door began to clank and squeak as it rolled back, then it stopped.

“Seriously?” you muttered.

You pushed the other button. It screeched closed. Pacing for a moment, you took a breath. Going back over you pushed the button again. It didn’t budge.

“Oh my god.” You muttered.

You opened the side door again, leaving it open you went over to where the guy waited.

“It’s not budging, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.”

Together with some heaving and a few grunts, you managed to get all your bolts of fabric into your studio.

You leaned against the wall to catch your breath.

He took his hat off and wiped his brow. “If you’re gonna date someone like Roman Sionis you should at least have him pay for the upkeep of your hobbies.”

You stopped leaning. “What did you say?” You plastered a smile and took a step closer to where he stood.

“He should be supporting his girls’ hobbies more. The other one at least he showcases by letting her perform on Friday nights. You haven’t redone the look of his club, have you?”

Your heart stilled and the anger began to burn. “First of, Dinah is a girl he rescued from the streets. She loves to sing so he lets her.” You stepped closer. “I am his only girl. And this,” You gestured to your studio. “This is mine, I did it for years before I even knew who he was. So it’s not a fucking hobby.”

“Well damn. Looks like his mouth is rubbing off on you. Not such a sweet little artist, are you?” He took a step closer and easily cast a shadow over you.

“You know, I was grateful that we got that done so fast and was going to give you a tip for your troubles. But you just lost that. And I will make sure you can never step foot into Roman’s club.”

The man chuckled. “I don’t need your damn charity. And we’ll see about that, he probably wouldn’t take kindly knowing you now decide who goes in and out of his club.” And then he left.

You were so angry, you could taste it. You practically ran to where you kept your phone.

You opened a text to Roman... But then thought better of it. You still needed to make peace with Zsasz.

To Knifeboy: Can you send a driver to pick me up at my studio, please?

You should change his tag, but at the moment you found it still really funny so it was going to stay.

Knifeboy: Are you ok???

To Knifeboy: Yes! Just in no mood to try and get a taxi to the penthouse.

Knifeboy: Roman’s busy

To Knifeboy: I am coming to unwind in the hot tub.

Knifeboy: All right. See you shortly.

To Knifeboy: You’re coming?”

Knifeboy: Yes.

You swallowed.

To Knifeboy: All right.

******

You grabbed your purse. You stuffed your bathing suit into your bag. You already had a few things there. That was all you needed.

Knifeboy: Here.

To Knifeboy: All right.

He was already leaning against the car smoking a cigarette, when you came out. You knew Roman would only let him do that in the alleyway so you took a little longer locking up.

Seeing you, he took a long drag and flicked it away.

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

He exhaled towards the sky. “It’s all right.” He went and held the door to the back of the rolls open for you.

“Zsasz, it’s ok. I can ride in front with you.”

His eyes narrowed. “Boss won’t like that.”

You shrugged. “Listen, it’s ok. I really don’t want to be chauffeured by you.”

His eyes really narrowed then and his mouth became a grim line.

“Not like that.” You sighed, trying to not rain your anger on him. You swallowed. “You may be Roman’s right-hand man but you don’t have or well, I don’t know. Right now, I’d rather you not.”

He shrugged. “All right, just don’t tell Roman. He’s already in a mood.”

So he wasn’t having a good day either. You knew to try and avoid. Both of you annoyed at the least probably wasn’t good.

“Seriously?”

“He wants his princess- I mean, girl treated right.”

You finally slid into the front seat. You looked at Zsasz, as he settled behind the wheel. “He calls me princess?”

Zsasz looked like he got caught for a moment. He pressed his lips together. “Sometimes.”

It warmed your heart, you were going to have to talk to Roman about that.

“Well no worries, I won’t say anything.” You just remembered then, you wanted to turn on your voicemail and not be bothered for the rest of the day.

“Knifeboy?” Zsasz then started the car and began heading back.

You instantly flushed and looked over. “Umm, yes.” You looked away and then back at him. “I’m sorry.”

A short laugh came from him. It was followed by a smile you only saw when him and Roman toasted to a good acquisition. “It’s not a lie, well I’m a man but I do like my knives.” He smirked and eased into the traffic.

“True.” Well, you didn’t know how much he did. You knew he always had one. So you changed it.

“I changed it.” You held up your screen.

He chuckled again, still something you were not used to. “Better.”

“Yeah.” You smiled.

*****

He pulled into the alley. “Damn, wait I probably should have gone into the garage.”

“Wait a sec.” You unbuckled and threw your bag into the back seat. Easily you moved and managed to climb into the back.

“Did you really just do that?”

“Yup.” You shrugged. “I know how much he likes to look down from that one window.”

“He does.” Zsasz got out then and went around and opened the door.

“Thank you.” You smiled brightly.

“Nah, thank you.”

******

Your anger was still churning in your stomach but today perhaps things would be the beginning of things being better between the two of you.

******

The elevator dinged and distantly, you heard Roman bellowing into the phone. Sometimes you wished you could do that too. Well, actually you had a little and that felt good. But it wasn’t good enough.

“Hobby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. Stretching, reaching as high as you could, a content sigh came from you as you walked into the bedroom. Quickly you shed your shorts and t-shirt, you left them on your side of the bed. You slipped on your bathing suit. You smiled when you caught sight of how cute the ruffles and polka dots looked.

You went over to the bar and poured yourself a drink. You drank it. You poured yourself another one.

“What are you doing here?”

Your heart lifted, but the edge made you pause. You closed your eyes and then opened them.

Turning, you smiled. It felt so fake so you dropped it. You never wanted to be fake to Roman. “Hi.” You said softly. “I was having a bad day.” You drew closer, despite seeing the strain in his face.

“Oh.” The rasp remained but it had turned flat. Inwardly, that made you wince.

His eyes were dark, there was barely any blue. A shadow kissed his face, you honestly wished your lips were. His inky black hair was immaculate and so were his shirt and slacks. Glancing down, you noticed his gloves matched. He must have been out and came back already. You looked back up at him.

“So I came over to soak in the hot tub.” You shrugged. “Maybe drag you away from the assholes of Gotham.” You finally smiled as you added that bit a little more brightly. “Want me to make you a drink?”

“Yes.”

You smiled and nodded. You went around the bar and sizing up how he looked and acted, you knew what he needed. at least you hoped you did.

You grabbed a few ice cubes and let them clink into the glass. Grabbing his favorite scotch you poured two drinks worth. Standing up, you turned and gasped. He was right there.

“Oop!” You made a soft sound as you saw him right there. You held the drink out to him. “Here you go.” His gloved fingers grazed yours as he took the glass.

He took a sip. “Those assholes is what gives us, me all this.”

You swallowed, correcting himself felt like a slap across the face. Not something you needed at the moment, especially after the delivery man. Though you knew it was true. His family didn’t give him shit. He was the one who created and maintained his slice of Gotham.

He gestured to you. “Gave me you.” His lips curled as he finished his scotch.

That made you feel cheap.

He had promised that being his girl, could be rough, even unpleasant at times, but he would never make you feel cheap. He had managed to finally do that. Your anger finally erupted.

“That’s not fucking true and you know it.” You looked him right in the eye. But then you looked away. This is not what you wanted, you brushed past him and went back to the bedroom.

Gloved fingers wrapped around your arm and turned you around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You wiggle free, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Twisting, you reached for your shirt.

“No, you’re not.”

You turned back. “I’m not?”

He nodded.

“Well, for the first time since we’ve known each other, you managed to make me feel cheap. And Roman, today was not a good day to do that.” You swallowed, actually saying it made it hurt more.

“You’re not cheap.”

Sometimes you were surprised by his strength. Moments later, you found yourself in the middle of the bed and you were under him. You wiggled, unsuccessfully.

“Stop.”

You did. In your anger and hurt that churned, arousal began to blossom. Which made your anger stronger but it also made your need for him grow.

He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. You could not bite back the moan that came from deep within you.

His lips twitched. “What I meant was," His voice was tight. It was as if he could cough at any moment. You knew he was not one to ever want to explain himself. "It’s because I deal with those assholes, I can supply a place where you can come to hide and I can take care of you.”

“Oh.”

You moaned for real then, when his lips met yours. His crisp aftershave and the taste of the scotch on his lips made you shake. You felt him smirk and pull back.

“There’s my baby.” His other hand took ahold of your wrist.

You wiggled. “Roman.” You whimpered. You flexed your fingers, they tingled. You wanted to touch him.

“Don’t move…”

The sound of metal scraping metal filled the room. You watched as he had brought a knife from his slacks pocket and opened it. The blade was bared.

“Now if you move I might nick you, and that is something I don’t want to do.”

You nodded. “Ok.”

The look in his eyes, the way he straddled you, the gloves and now the knife. Desperately, you wanted to rub up against him. The taste and feel of the kiss was still fresh. You wanted to do much more.

He cut the middle of your bikini top, your arousal for him was already evident there. Your nipples were erect and dying to feel his lips, the shadow on his cheeks. Honestly anything at this point but they wanted attention. Finally he let go of your wrists and he cut each side of the bottom. Moving and tugging he freed you of it. He gestured to the top. “Get rid of that.”

You did. Now you were completely naked under him. You watched as he closed the knife and tossed it away.

He grabbed your wrists, sliding them above you again. It pulled a whimper from you. His lips once again consumed anything else you could have thought of. He moved against you, it almost immediately made you open your legs to him. His hard-on was right up against his slacks.

“That’s my good girl.” He said against your lips.

“Please.” You could taste how much you wanted him.

He cocked his head to the side. “Please what?”

You gave him a look. “Daddy.” You squirmed under him, as he then pulled off his t-shirt.

“What? I know what I need, but you? I need you to tell me.”

Daddy,” You finally said breathless. “Fuck me.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.”

He moved and as he braced himself above you, he easily freed himself. He slid very easily into you, a moan that sounded like him calling you baby, finally poured from his lips.

You wrapped yourself around him with ease. You gave yourself up to the sensations, you surrendered yourself to him. You melted under him as you both moved together, as you wrapped your arms around him. His lips, his scruff, how he felt sliding in and out made sounds just pour out of you in pure abandon. It wasn’t long before your body tightened, you were already so close.

You kissed him and arched against him, as you felt yourself on the cusp of cumming.

“Daddy, please.” You met his now stormy blue eyes.

“Cum for me, baby. Daddy wants to feel it, daddy wants to hear it.”

You did. You shook, your grasp tightened. You clung onto him. “Daddy...” You moaned.

His kiss was hungry, wanton. “Baby.” He rasped in the most wonderful way. And then you felt as he came hard in you. Feeling it made you actually cum again. It shook you and brought you even closer to him.

“That’s my baby.” He was out of breath.

You loved feeling that hot breath of his on your body.

******

“Perhaps, we should fuck more often when we’re angry.” He chuckled when you nudged him. Just his words alone made your desire for him blossom all over again.

You smiled though. “Not a bad idea.” And you shared a kiss. As you looked at him, the edge his anger gave him was not there. It was the Roman you only ever saw when it was just the two of you. It made your heart swell. “Though as your princess...” you met his eyes playfully. “Yeah, Zsasz let that slip.” You explained.

“Well, you are. You are my princess. I love protecting you and taking care of you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You nestled close. As you felt and heard his heart beat, you closed your eyes.

******

“That’s him.”

Hours later sitting beside him in the club, you were dressed in a sweet dress he had decided to surprise you with. You felt so good. You felt as bubbly as your drink.

Roman gestured and Zsasz came over. “Grab that guy. Scare him but keep him for me. I want to talk to him later.”

You grabbed Roman’s arm. “Roman?”

He looked down at you. One side of his mouth twitched up. “What? No one talks to my princess like that.” And he looked at Zsasz.

Who then had a touch of unease hit his face. “It’s all right. It’s not a lie.” He told him.

“He’ll know never to treat you or anyone else like that again.”

“Whatever you think is best. I had told him he wouldn’t be welcome here.”

He rose an eyebrow. “Did you?”

You nodded.

“Good, he isn’t. Zsasz, get him out right now. No waiting. I want him to know I back up what she said. I’ll be there in a few hours.”

You smiled, as you watched Zsasz grab him.

You looked up at Roman. “I will always take care of you.”

“Oh, Roman.” You reached up loving the feel of his scruffy cheek and you gave him a soft kiss. Which you were happy he reciprocated. He usually wasn’t one to do big shows of affection, but at that moment it was just the two of you.

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