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yamalegacy · 3 years

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Hi! Sorry my english isnt really great. But would you be willing to do prompt #11 with midnight?

and here it is! one more midnight smut thing! midnight love train! and i tried not to get carried away bc boy have i been unreasonable with the amount of words i’ve been writing for my drabbles and onehsots. oopsie! ANYWAY! hope you like it!

prompt: #11 from this list “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

pairing: midnight x reader

cw: SMUT. gn!reader, sub!reader. dom/sub dynamic elements. public sex, orgasm denial.

⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

Nemuri never really brought you to those fancy Pro Hero galas, and you knew exactly why. Firstly, she didn't like them — the luxury, the hypocrisy, and being forced to either wear her hero costume or some all too expensive dress that she would never wear again. Secondly, she hated the thought that some of the terribly wealthy could lay an eye on you — while she didn't believe that people were prized possessions, you were hers.

It was a novel experience for you, something that left you wide-eyed and bursting with excitement as you could see a famous (and really cool) Pro Hero every way you looked. There were heroes from all over the ranking, you had even spotted Endeavor's large figure earlier, when you had arrived.

You'd lost sight of your girlfriend by now. Because of course you'd lose sight of the only person you knew (wrong, some of Nemuri’s colleagues were here too, but you couldn't see any of them). It wasn't exactly your fault; she's gotten carried away by a heated conversation with Mt Lady, and you had been left to your own devices. Really, it wasn't your fault if three different Pros had come up to you to offer you a champagne glass and flirt.

So, three champagne glasses after you'd lost Nemuri in the crowd, in the middle of a conversation with Hawks (hello, #2 Hero, Hawks in person), his warm hand resting comfortably on your shoulder, you can barely register the fingers digging into your hip and the heat suddenly pressed against the side of your body. Red, hot, searing. The feeling of Nemuri's chest against your arm leaves your mind hazy for moment.

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

The words were whispered into your ear, soft lips brushing the shell of your ear, nails biting at sensitive skin through the material of your suit jacket. It could only mean one thing; even if you hadn't been able to spot Nemuri in the crowd, she had managed to keep an eye on you the whole time. You should have known better. But again, it wasn't your fault. You hadn't gotten out of your way to get glass after glass offered to you by hot Pro Heroes — you knew that Nemuri knew.

She pulled away, lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, and disappeared back into the crowd. So you did the only thing that you could think of doing; tried your best to followed her. For a woman so tall (on top of wearing heels), it was surprisingly easy for her to hide. But considering that the hall was packed with heroes of sizes and shapes, it might not have been all that surprising in the end.

You passed the large doors you had entered through and followed who you sure as hell hoped to be your girlfriend into an empty corridor. Nothing. Nobody. You glanced around, but before you could turn on the balls of your feet, you were pressed face first against a door.

“Looking for me, baby?”

Her breath against your ear was warm and sent a shiver down your spine.

“What game are you playing?”

She tugged at the collar of your shirt and pressed kisses to your neck, nipping at the skin, licking the sore spot that she was creating.

“What game were you playing back there?” she asked, mouth still on your neck, sucking so harshly on the skin it almost hurt. “Did you enjoy it? Did you have fun letting those heroes touch you?”

You groaned and gritted your teeth, an attempt to stop yourself from moaning — Nemuri's mouth had moved to a spot just above your pulse point.

"You know you're the only one I want, Nemuri—"

Her hand came down on your ass harshly, the sound of the spank echoing through the corridor, into your ears. It stung, it burned, and you moaned pathetically as she rubbed a hand over your ass cheek, gentle and caring. But no matter how much your ass burned from the spank, your arousal burned brighter, set firmly in your guts.

"Lady Midnight!" you corrected yourself, fighting against the haziness in your mind. Your arousal was starting to plague your thoughts. "Please!"

She grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around, forcing you back against the door. She slipped a knee between your legs, prying them apart. That smirk of hers... it made your knees buckle, and if it wasn’t for her grip on you and her leg between yours, you would have probably ended up on the floor.

You bucked your hips, grinding down on her thigh, and to your surprise, she let you. The friction was delicious, just want you wanted, just what you needed. All you could hear was your own panting.

“You’re so cute, baby,” she whispered against your lips, “but I’m going to need you to stop.”

She didn’t move her thigh, though, kept it snugly pressed against your crotch. Nemuri rubbed the pad of a thumb over your lips, gentle and delicate, and then moved both her hands to your hips, pinning you in place with a too firm grip.

“Now you get to be horny for the rest of the gala, sweetheart,” she whispered against your mouth before giving you a kiss, a mere peck. “Can’t wait to hear you beg for me to fuck you later.”

After a second kiss, she stepped away and disappeared again.

#mha x reader #mha x you #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha smut #midnight x reader #🔞 kayama nemuri ( midnight )#⚠️ mdni ⚠️#🍌 drabbles & oneshots

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un-cadavre-exquis · 3 years

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past and forever (arthur/eames)

originally posted to ao3.

Like all good things, it starts in Paris.

It’s late July and they’ve just finished a job; the extractor and architect have both flown off to god-knows-where, and Arthur and Eames (arthurandeames and eamesandarthur) are passing a bottle of vodka between themselves in celebration. Eames thinks vaguely that it might be around three in the morning, but he can’t be bothered to check.

They are sitting on the bedroom floor of Arthur’s ridiculously large flat, and of-fucking-course Arthur owns Parisian real estate in le premier arrondissement, and Arthur is at the moment drunkenly ranting about the superiority of cashmere to merino wool. Eames is struck, as he has been countless times before, with the realization that Arthur is exquisite. He says so, and Arthur frowns petulantly at him but blushes a little all the same.

“I could kill you with my left pinky,” Arthur mutters.

“Of that I have no doubt, Mr. Last-Name-Redacted,” Eames smirks. “Pass the bottle?” Arthur does, fingers lingering the barest fraction of a second too long against Eames’. And Eames thinks, too drunk to stop himself and not drunk enough to forget it in the morning, This is home.

Which perhaps does not bode well for Eames’ psychological well-being, seeing as he has witnessed Arthur kill a man twice his size with a plastic spork. Arthur is, well, Arthur. Half of dreamshare is terrified of him, the other half wants in his extremely well-tailored pants. Arthur, who once lived through his best friend throwing herself off a building and still managed to pull Dominic Cobb out of the deepest pits of despair, Arthur, who is dangerous and deadly and oh-so sharp around the edges. Arthur, who Eames is madly in love with.

(He blazes incandescent and hotter than all hell. So bright that it hurts to look at him sometimes. Red-hot, don’t get too close.)

The thing is, Eames has loved Arthur before dreamshare was anything more than a fleeting idea in the collective minds of the US army. Before he began to hide his youth under bespoke Tom Ford and permanent hair gel, before the Cobol clusterfuck, before the Fischer job. Eames has loved Arthur since the first time he laid eyes on him in a dimly lit bar in Paris, fresh out of some ultra-classified government program, jaded and caustic and looking like he wanted to light a fire and watch the entire world burn to ashes.

Which is to say, Eames has loved Arthur since he first knew how to love. And Arthur has just stopped talking and turns his head and the first strains of daylight filtering through the windows catch his face just so, and he is so beautiful; a modern day Adonis. Drunk and loose and happy, perhaps as happy as he has ever been and ever will be. Eames suddenly can’t breathe; his throat seizes at the ephemerality of this moment— come morning Arthur will yet again be buttoned-up and frowning and hiding his misery behind the barrel of a silenced Beretta 92FS.

And really, it’s okay that Arthur doesn’t love him back and never will. Eames came to terms with that long ago.

It’s October now, and Eames is so alone. Sure, he has Yusuf, who texts him a cat picture everyday, and Ariadne, who calls sometimes to check in on him, but he is so alone. He has not heard from Arthur since that time in Paris, when Eames woke up cold and hungover and in an empty bed. He learned two things during that job: one, that the Russians don’t fuck around when it comes to alcohol, and two, that it’s time for him to let go of Arthur. He’s growing a little too old for unrequited crushes.

(It’s anything but a crush, his love burns a hole straight through his chest and sends fire through his veins.)

So Eames trawls bars and clubs at night, burning through slim, dark-haired boys who absolutely do not look like a certain pointman-criminal-killer-thief. He fucks them and forgets them. None of them are beautifully deadly and none of them carry thirteen different concealed weapons at any given time and none of them are Arthur.

It’s December when Arthur, burning like a goddamn supernova, shows up at the door of the London flat Eames has been staying in for the past month with a brand new bullet hole (Medium caliber, Eames thinks) in his thigh and a deep cut (serrated knife) across his shoulder. He smells like cordite, sickly sweet, and something darker, blood and steel and rage. What can Eames do besides open the door wider to let him in and watch as Arthur wordlessly lowers himself onto Eames’ sofa?

Arthur stays. He stays after his wounds heal, after his scars begin to fade, after he starts to lose the tension in his shoulders and the fury in his eyes. They start to take jobs now, always together, arthurandeames and eamesandarthur once again. Barrel against temple, one, two, pull the trigger. They’re something of a package deal, Rio to London to Tokyo to Paris. The best of the best. You want someone to disappear? Hire Arthur and Eames. You want to steal something? Hire Arthur and Eames.

You want a secret? Well, they are the best at that.

But they spend their days with their veins weighed down by Somnacin and desperate dreams, always looking over their shoulders for angry marks or turncoat clients/extractors/architects.

“How do you feel about a vacation, darling?” Eames asks Arthur, a few months in.

So they stop taking jobs and start to move around, safehouse to safehouse, dropping aliases left and right, but always together.

(They avoid Germany like the plague, though, the polizei are still unreasonably upset over a very small incident that maybe involved a couple bombs. And a helicopter.

And possibly the Prime Minister’s Aston Martin.)

Beaches and forests and skyscrapers at night. And Arthur must know how Eames feels. He never says anything, just smiles that brilliant, beautiful smile and says frighteningly domestic things like could you pick up some milk today? Or we’re out of eggs, want me to buy some more?

It’s agonizing and wondrous and Eames has never been more content, but he can’t help the way he dreams of Arthur and watches him (the line of his throat and the cut of his suits) and still wishes for something more.

(It’s not enough, never enough. In the same room yet worlds apart at the same time.)

It’s July again, and they’re in Mombasa. Yusuf is out on a job, so they’re staying in his flat with his morbidly obese cat. Arthur found a shady off license somewhere in the city, no doubt through his truly impressive criminal connections, and brought back a bottle of vodka. At least Eames thinks it’s vodka; it’s a murky hue and tastes a little like Satan’s asshole.

“Just like old times,” is what Arthur says as he shoves the cat off his lap and cracks the bottle open.

They are on the road to well and truly sloshed when Arthur says, out of nowhere, feigning offhandedness, “You know I’m a little bit in love with you, right?”. Eames chokes on his sip of maybe-vodka, and says, “What?”.

Arthur just smiles (brokenly, he looks fucking shattered, and Eames would do anything to put his pieces back together) and says something along the lines of “I know you don’t feel the same, but I had to tell you. I just- I couldn’t-”. And Eames stops listening about then because, what? Something inside him aches when he processes what Arthur just said, and really, how can Arthur be so oblivious? Eames can only laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of that.

Arthur’s face closes off, goes cold and empty; the fire is shielded behind icy eyes. “I see,” he says, and stands up to leave.

“Wait, no,” Eames catches his wrist, still laughing. “You don’t understand, darling. ‘I don’t feel the same way’? Are you- and I mean this in the best possible way- stupid?”

“What the hell do you mean,” Arthur says, feelingly, slumping onto the bed.

“Arthur. Darling. I’m in love with you. Arse over tits in love with you. Have been since, god, well, forever.” Eames says this soberly and very quietly, but it rings deafeningly in the silent room. Arthur’s mouth opens. Closes. The best pointman in the business, assassin and messiah and thief all at once; sharp, collected Arthur, speechless.

“We’re a couple of dumb bastards,” he manages eventually. “You- really…?” Eames doesn’t answer. He stands and steps towards where Arthur is sprawled across the bed. Sits on the edge of the bed. Presses his lips carefully to the corner of Arthur’s mouth, feather-light.

Arthur is the kind of motionless that only comes with years of training, but when Eames’ breath ghosts across his cheek, he reacts, lightning quick. He flips them over, straddles Eames’ waist, and slams their lips together. As far as first kisses go, it’s probably the best Eames has ever had (and ever will have). Hot and dirty and wet, tongues and teeth and teeth and tongues. But it’s undeniably sweet all the same.

And it feels like coming home; they melt into each other, as easy as breathing, like the last puzzle piece fitting into place. Arthurandeames and eamesandarthur.

(Forever, Eames thinks, this will last forever and in the end we’ll go up in flames and die holding hands.

Immortal until death takes us both.)

#YES I KNOW IT'S 2021 AND I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT INCEPTION #time is an illusion #inception #arthur x eames #fic

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aliynavenus · 4 years

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a lil smut

It’s almost 4 in the morning and instead of working on stories that need to be posted, I decided to write a lil DamiRae smut. do i regret? No, No i don’t. At least now I have a sense of what writing smut it like. and wow is it over powering.

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“These criminals keep popping up, they’re practically begging to be caught now.” Damian declared peeling off his domino mask when entering the Tower with Raven after their late night patrol.

“Lucky! You always get some fun on your night patrols. So who’d you guys capture?” Donna questions interestingly, laying her head on her palms waiting for Raven to answer.

Raven stirred her tea reverting back to the night patrol she just went on with Damian. It was a quite coincidence capture that actually helped solve the case that the team had been working on for the past week. Activating the transmitter to reveal the full information about their little vigilante they captured she began tapping keys to get the proper summary about the man.

“Alex Samson, 19 year old boy who has been a drop out since the age 14, living on his own in San Francisco. Apparently he’s the reason these dead civilians that have been showing up in alleys. Although when we took him, he wasn’t resisting.” Raven paused on her story recalling the words of their new captive. “He was just calmly saying they were bad people who ran along the streets doing horrific deeds as the police did nothing knowing what they were.”

Sure she had empathic abilities but that didn’t normally mean she could tell what he was saying was true or not. But something about his strong willed words seemed honest, she could feel the sincerity in not just his voice but in his mind.

“Helloooo Earth to Raven, you okay?” Donna hollered waving a hand in front of her to bring her back to reality.

Raven took notice of Damian's sudden head movement towards her from the corner of her eye. Oh how he was always so attentive when she was brought to the subject. Yet paying no attention to it, she lifts her teacup towards her mouth “Yea, this might seem strange but what if he was telling ...the truth.” she mumbles into her cup looking up at the two waiting for their response.

Damian’s eyes narrow down at and lips pressed into a thin line, “What are you assuming?”

He has to admit after capturing any criminal he didn’t like to focus on them anymore just continue on new missions. He didn't want to think whether or not this man was right for his wrong doings.

She knew from his voice that he didn’t want to dwell on the subject but only asked because he was interested in what his girlfriend had to say, “His emotions were not like any other person we’ve detained before. His were different.,” she purses her lips trying to find the proper word, “I could feel it almost like I knew what was going on in his head, it felt almost heroic and truthful. I can feel the genuine emotions he was feeling. But I felt something similar towards him like I know how he feels or what he’s been through. I can't say for sure though.”

Something stung when Damian heard her words. He didn't want to admit to it but he liked knowing they were correspondent to one another.

He felt ridiculous even thinking this.

It might sound peculiar but knowing that they can understand each other perfectly with their abnormal background, it made him feel fortunate having someone to know the angst and grief he’s felt in his life. He didn’t like it knowing that Raven can simply say she felt similar emotions to someone when they both had hardships in their life. No one could compare to them. He liked keeping Raven to himself. Knowing that he can understand her better than anyone. Now some new fucking vigilante comes in as she claims she feels a related bond, it pissed him off.

“Raven, he killed those people, in no way that results in a heroic action.” His voice sharp and stern almost came out as harsh towards her.

Was he kidding her right now? Did he forget that he was part of the league of shadows, where he would kill people, sometimes even the innocent. His reasoning angered her and she recently has never been one to be objective by his remarks.

“Your here after you were part of an assassination group. What are you to say that your past life doesn’t measure to his, maybe he was doing it for a reason. You can’t just think that every criminal doesn't have some good in them, Damian.”

Goddammit unable to get the next word out she storms out of the room putting him in an uncomfortable position in front of his teammate.

“Awkwarddd” Donna lightly sang exiting the kitchen table leaving him ponder on the situation he had just caused with his beloved.

He and Raven have been dating for more than a month now, secretly keeping it hidden from their teammates. They both stated that it was best to keep their relationship concealed avoiding any sort of teasing from their teammates but mainly because of Dick. They were never one to get infuriated with each other considering she made him feel not just some ex-league of shadows vigilante but she made him feel whole. He adored her more than anything, if anything the relationship only caused him to become more attentive towards her. Willing to protect her even more, to keep her close within reach. He became more possessive of her. It might’ve sounded like a dreadful desire but she was his.

His shoulders dropped seeing her no longer in sight cutting back a curse, “I’m going to train,”

Donna’s eyes followed him walking past her, “But it’s like 1 in morn--” she was cut off by the loud slam of the door. She sighed shaking her head, “Just like a married couple,”

Why did he have to be unreasonable? He never questioned her about her abilities which surprised her when he wasn’t letting her explain what she felt. Which not to mention she was right about, considering Kori did some digging. Turns out the young criminal was telling the truth, even though killing is wrong. He killed them because they had a crucial horrific record that ended up getting erased due to having friends in the precinct that made it all go away letting them run free in the world. She wondered if Damian heard about it but soon realized if he did he would’ve been up in her room by now possibly apologizing for questioning her assumptions.

Raven’s eyebrows knitted together as she stared at her ceiling missing the soft warmth of Damian who would’ve sneakingly come into her room at times to just cease her skin. she craved it. No! She should be angry with him, not missing him, not missing his touch, his lips on hers, their bodies pressed skin to skin on one another. Damn it

“May I come in?” raven lifted herself up to the sudden familiar voice coming from the entrance of her door. How long has he been standing there that she didn't even notice him opening her door.

She sits on edge of her bed nodding towards him not wanting to seem like she was just thinking about him. He could tell she was just thinking of something that she wasn’t supposed to by the way her cheeks looked lightly redden avoiding eye contact with him. God she looked beautiful with her hair slightly messy considering the longer length it has now put on. Her body was hugged by her small lavender shorts followed by a matching camisole that straps were so thin and delicate that they fell onto the side of her arms.

His mind drifted to wanting to rip them off to reveal her perfect round breast and just show her who she belonged to. That’s what he wanted. To claim her. He wanted to bend her over. Making her take all of him deep inside her. He wanted to fuck her. Right now. No matter what situation they needed to mend first.

“Damian?” her delicate voice came out tilting her head as she noticed he was standing there with eyes just glued to her fantasizing on what he could do to make her scream.

He cleared her throat focusing back on why he came here, “You were right. Kori told me. I wanted to apologize.”

There we go just what she wanted.

He walked towards setting his presence next to her on the bed. Their eyes meet, his vibrant emerald eyes meeting her translucent violet ones. Damian glanced away, becoming already bothered by the next thing he was about to say, “I wasn’t happy when he said you felt similar to that guy. In fact I hated it. Knowing that you feel a bond towards someone other than me.” tightening his fist meeting his glaze with hers, “I like knowing we understand each other better than anyone. That we share a bond that it kept only to ourselves.

To hear Damian so admittingly confess what he was feeling she understood what he meant. Understanding that he didn’t get angry because she didn’t agree with him but because he felt rather lonesome when she said those words that were only meant for them. Damian reached out to place his hand on her thigh, placing the other cupping her cheek. He pressed small kisses on her jaw trailing down her neck, bringing her closer with each one.

His face burying into her neck stopping to suck at her sweet spot on her neck below her ear, “You need to remember, your mine Raven”

She tilted her head letting out a breathless sigh at the sound of his hot hoarse voice on her skin that would drive her mad. His hand gliding under her loose lavender shorts rubbing up and down her thigh careful to not bring it close to her wet clit yet. The anticipation was aching her so much she just wanted his lips on her, more than that even. She wanted him to be inside her, being rough with her like always. Fucking her senselessly covering her mouth with his palm so the team wouldn't hear her pleading as his cock would ram into her with every thrust.

“How will you make me remember?” ready to play the game with her innocent voice knowing she was playing with fire, but that only excited him more. He smirked against her skin pulling her hips down roughly to the bed. His body towering over him smirking at the sight of his beloved.

Her arms fell onto the side of her head. She felt the cool air glide through her inner thighs when she felt Damian’s rough fingers pulled her shorts off leaving her in her white lacy panties.Pulling her thighs roughly towards him, wanting to take the full sight of her. The straps of the camisole falling onto her mid arms, her nipples peeking through the soft fabric. Her chest rising trying to maintain her breath not wanting to reveal how weak she already is with him. But it didn’t help whatsoever.

Gods she was a perfect mess right under him.

Damian's fingers lingered on to her hem of her underwear pulling it down ever so slowly exposing a chill down her clit. “Beloved. I can already tell your pussy is aching to be touched.” gripping his hands on her inner thigh right below her dripping pussy, rubbing circles, teasing her not wanting to fully satisfy her just yet.

She winced under his touch, partially begging for him. “P-please.” Smirking at her hesitant words he lifted her shirt grabbing her full round breast, fiddling with her hard tit. The room filling with the sound of her pants. Wasting no time swiftly removing his shirt exposing his hard tight chest with every scar that had to her.

“Tell me what you want.” his horse voice that she loved every time as he continued the small circles below her pussy wanting her to beg for his cock.

Oh fuck

Damian’s eyes widen watching Raven’s hand glide down her precious body pressing her own fingers against her dripping clit, rubbing herself. Soft wincing escaping her lips, never breaking contact with his hungry emerald eyes. She was playing the game and by gods did that make drive him crazy, she was fucking teasing him now.

“F-fuck!” Shock fell into her body feeling Damian’s fingers go deep inside with no warning. Thrusting his fingers in and out nonstop with his thumb rubbing against her clit. He needed to taste her. He was hungry for her, whenever he would stare at her naked beauty that feasted right before him. Spreading her legs wider continuing his motions with his fingers he bent his head coming to full view of her dripping wet pussy “You’re such a damn beautiful mess for me, Habibti.”

Her head fell back when she felt Damian wrap his lips around her clit sucking hard. Curling his fingers against her thriving sweet wet with his tongue still causing pleasurable desires to her pussy. Her soft moans were going to get louder if he continued this process. He was practically feasting off of her as if he’s been craving her the whole day.

In return she reached to clench his hair wanting more, wanting him to go deeper inside her that it pained her. She felt his rough hand grasp her breasts teasing her hard nipples. Every muscle in her body tensed feeling a rush of heat consumed over her by how much he was teasing her still.

“You taste so fucking good,” Pressing his tongue and lips further he sucked harder at her clit when he put her hands push him further in her. Grabbing her thighs for a moment, lifting them up to bring her lower body to the air, one hand still massaging her breast as the other wrapped around her thigh keeping her in position.

Her thrusts were partially burning him by how much she needed him. “Fuck right there please, Damian” Her words came out breathy. Lips parting letting moans escaped her lips when she felt her cum dripping down her. It felt like electricity ran down her spine, feeling Damian’s tongue glide down behind her thighs tasting every drop of her, leaving none to waste. But he wasn’t finished with her.

Releasing her legs his grip turned to her wrist pinning them above her head. His lips reaching hers stealing a fervor kiss that made her ache to touch him. But she couldn’t with Damian’s tight grip against her wrists. A low growl escaped him, feeling her bit his lower lip and tracing her tongue along it. He was going to lose his mind if he didn’t go inside her.

“Stay quiet, Beloved. Understood?” That command only made Raven ready to cum again by hearing his rough sharp growl. Before she could even answer a loud whine came out feeling his cock stretch her pussy. Fuck she felt amazing. His thrusts only became harder, echoing the sounds of his balls slapping her soaking skin. Raven’s back arches causing her breast to bounce with each thrust he brought himself into.

“You’re mine. Tell me it, my love” His lustful hoarse voice dropping to her ears making Raven cum quickly just by hearing his demanding voice. Her lips parted wanting to answer him trying to control the moans that came out of her. Taking the moment to release one of his hands to rub her clit in fast pacing circular motion.

It was like seeing stars having her eyelids slowly drift shut by the scrothing amount of pleasure riding through there body. She never felt this helpless under him when took control over her like this but azar she loved his new side to him.

“Your mine too keep all to myself. Your mine to touch.” his thursts and fingers were only going rougher on her skin, that it drove her to the edge.

“I’m yours, Damian. I’m all yours. I belong to you.” Raven’s voice was loud and raw that it was filled with winces as Damian sunk his cock deeper inside her. It drove him mad like electricity being driven inside him when she added words all on your own. Feeling those words excited him even more it only brought his hips rougher to her.

Holy shit she couldn't keep up he was going to make her come again. Her vision became blurry when his thrust became faster and faster, his hips became a blur that it caused Raven to tighten around his cock every time he hit her most pleasurable spot in her pussy. She was cumming. Hard. Releasing his grip on her wrists her hands immediately clawing his back, which made him reach his point. The small stings caused him to join her in pleasures as heat thrived up his body, letting out a loud growl burying himself in her once more, having their hot dripping cum collide with each other’s.

Both their moans bouncing through the walls echoing, by now he would’ve brung his hand to cover her mouth so the team wouldn’t know their dirty little secret but he didn’t care anymore, He wanted the whole world to know that she was his dear fuckin life that he wouldn’t give to anyone, ever.

Tossing his body to her side on the bed both trying to control their breaths. Raven wrapped her arm over his chest drawing herself to him, “Your mine, too you know.” she pouted lifting her head up to meet that playful smile of Damian’s, who was running his fingers in her purple locks. “I love you a lot.”

“Of course beloved. I love you always and forever” his voice a gentle whisper, placing a kiss on her forehead. That only made her bashful burying her head to the crook of his neck.

Always and forever, she liked the sound of that.

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“You have to believe me I heard Raven and Damian boneing last night.” Jon brought his hand over to Donna who had barely woken up from her deep sleep. “They were so loud, how couldn't you have heard it!”

Groaning at his loud voice in the morning she brought her body to face him, “Babe, you were probably dreaming it or something. No way are Damian and Raven were having sex. Besides--” She brought her hand to caress his jaw drawing her lips near his, “they wouldn't be the only ones hiding secrets.”

Planting small kisses at the corner of his mouths trying to build up the mood.

“But still! Damian, my best friend! Isn’t telling me he’s having sex with Raven. Now that is just hurtful. I have to tell Dick.” Lifting the covers off his body heading straight to the door leaving Donna in the midst of his bedroom.

Yup, that was her boyfriend. Secretly more interested in Damian’s life than his girlfriend’s. Oh boy did she have to tell Raven that her little secret with Damian was now dead because of their loud crucial love making and her super hearing loud mouth of a boyfriend. God help them when Dick finds out.

#raven x damian #demonbirds #rachel roth #raven roth #damian wayne #justice league apokolips war #smut smut smut #i tired man #donna troy #teen titans #its 4am and i cant sleep #i need more practice #ahhhh thanks for reading #fanfiction #damian x raven #damirae #ahhh sorry bout this lol

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years

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“Back as Chaser” || YEAR 3 – Ch.16 (HP au)

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Day posted: 9/1/2020

Word count: 3, 040

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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It had been a few weeks into the Quidditch season and she was still not allowed anywhere near the Quidditch pitch. Draco had just taken off his sling, telling everyone he felt much better, and was walking up the dungeon stairs for the Slytherin’s fifth day of training.

Heather kept a steady pace with him. “Alright but – What does Marcus think about it? Is he still upset Cassius replaced me? Just tell me!”

Draco sighed. “I don’t know! He’s still giving Warrington a hard time… Making him do extra drills and all that… But I don’t know if he’s upset because of you not being on.”

“What do you mean?” They were heading down the entrance hall stairs now.

“He’s just upset Professor Snape took control of his team. Flint’s captain and HE makes decisions.” Draco sped up, looking at the sky as they stepped outside. “I’m sure next year you’ll manage to make it on the team, Potter.”

Heather stopped on the last step and crossed her arms, letting Draco head down the grassy slopes alone. She looked up at the greying sky, filling with dark muddy clouds as the wind blew them nearer. By the looks of it, there was a storm approaching, and a nasty one at that.

She shivered and headed back in, feeling incredibly defeated. She’d been back to Professor Snape’s office a few times to beg to be put back in, but he wouldn’t even listen. He’d just shut her up and send her away unless she could come up with a potions question worth his time.

She really didn’t want to bother Professor Lupin with her problems, but she didn’t know what else to do but ask him to fight her battle again. She rubbed her arms and headed up the stairs to his office. The corridor was quiet and his room door was shut, which normally wasn’t until late in the evening, closer to after hours.

She knocked on the door a few times and didn’t hear a thing. Having been used to Professor Snape’s avoidance to students, she knocked again and then a third time and waited. Finally, she heard a chair scrape and the light that seeped from under the door showed a shadow at the door.

Very slowly the door opened and Professor Lupin leaned against the door, slightly ajar. He looked down at her and frowned with concern, opening up further.

“Ah, Heather… What can I do for you?” He gave her a tired smile. He had baggy eyes with dark circles and was looking very pale. The hints of scars on his face he normally had were much pinker now, clearly visible, and he seemed to stand a lot more compact, like he was trying to bring his limbs in to stay warm or keep from shivering.

“Professor? Are you alright?”

He chuckled and stood straighter. “Oh I’m just… feeling a bit under the weather… Storms coming and I think I’m just sensing that.”

Heather nodded. “May I please talk to you?”

“Of course! Any time, Heather.” He stepped aside and let her in, keeping the door open. He slumped into his seat and rubbed his eyes. “What’s this about then?”

She blew out hot breath and tried her best not to sound whiney, like Professor Snape had accused her of sounding like this morning. “I’m not allowed on the Quidditch team… I’ve been kicked out and replaced with Warrington because Professor Snape found out he was held back that day of the try outs.”

“Ah… yes… I-I heard about that. I’m very sorry. Professor Snape can be very vindictive, as I’m sure you realize.”

Heather nodded. “But surely… I mean… Maybe you could talk to him?”

Professor Lupin laughed suddenly, seeming more tired. “I’m not sure, Heather… He’s not the type of person to be convinced. Is he?”

The sound of thunder rattled the window and Professor Lupin stared out. She crossed her arms again and looked down, knowing that convincing Professor Snape was as slim of a chance as it was for Lockhart to have found himself actually helpful last year.

“But you could try, couldn’t you?” She looked back up, leaned forward, and brought her voice to a whisper. “You could tell him I really had nothing to do with it… If you told him you really did have reason to hold Cassius back that day, then he’d see he’s taking it out on me for no reason.”

He looked at her and nodded slowly. “Alright. I will try.”

Heather perked up and smiled. “Now?”

“Now?” He frowned. “Why now?”

“Well, it’s the last day of practice before the match Friday. Gryffindor’s got the next few days all booked up.” She tried to look hopeful.

Professor Lupin leaned back and stared at his desk for a few seconds and sighed. “Let’s go now then. I did get you in this mess… And I suppose my cold will only get worse as the days go. So now’s as good a time as any.” He smacked the desk and stood, giving her a weak smile.

Heather jumped to her feet and headed for the door.

They walked down extra slowly but surely and made their way to Professor Snape’s office. Heather shook away her jitters and knocked on his office door several times until he finally called out.

“Enough. Just – Enter.”

She poked her head in and pushed the door open. Professor Snape rolled his eyes at first sight of her and grumbled.

“Twice in one day. How lucky of me.” His brows pulled down deeper as he saw Professor Lupin shuffling inside. “Lupin?”

Professor Lupin nodded. “Professor Snape, I wanted to talk to you.”

He set his quill down and folded his hands on his desk. “I do wonder what about.” His voice was thick with sarcasm.

Professor Lupin chuckled and reached for his chin. “Well… I think you might be mistaking the events of the day of the Slytherin’s Quidditch tryouts. Heather here has informed me that you might be under the impression that she had something to do with Mr. Warrington not showing up.”

Heather bit her lip. She wasn’t too sure telling Professor Snape that he’d made a mistake was such a good idea. She watched his eyes and saw them flicker to her as if wanting to stare her down like he normally did, except he never took his eyes of Professor Lupin for more than a split second.

“See, I needed to talk to him about the essay he’d handed in. I wanted to talk to him about a second chance at doing it, with a bit more information added in before I took it for grading… Which he did do.” Professor Lupin stood there, waiting for a reply.

Professor Snape stared up at him for a few seconds. “I see.” He smiled. “Still no.”

“But I had nothing to do with it! I made it on the team and Flint kept me on despite Warrington still trying out!” Heather pulled the chair in front of his desk back and sat down. “Professor Snape, please let me back on the team!”

He glanced at her. “You’re whining again.”

She huffed and crossed her arms. She really was kicked off the team for the year, and all because of her stupid attempt to up her chances of making it.

“Severus, you’re being a tad bit unreasonable.” Professor Lupin held his hands up as Professor Snape stared daggers at him.

“This conversation is over,” he growled.

Heather hung her head and stood. Professor Lupin sighed and turned when a sudden shiver ran down his body and he gripped the back of the chair until it passed.

“Lupin.” Professor Snape stood. “You need more of my potion.”

“No, no. I’m alright. It was just a shiver. I’ve drank enough of that for now.” Professor Lupin straightened and crossed his arms shrugging. “See? All better.”

“‘Better.’” Professor Snape glanced at Heather again. “For now… But as colds do go – you’ll get worse, won’t you Lupin.”

Professor Lupin stared back at him. “That is how colds go, Severus.”

“Then perhaps you’ll be too ill to teach Friday’s lesson. I wonder.”

Heather looked back at Professor Lupin as he pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded at his words. He was looking slightly annoyed.

“Most likely. Yes.”

Professor Snape smiled then. “I could teach your lessons, with ease. Until the cold… passes.”

Professor Lupin rubbed at his chin and looked at Heather, giving her a wink. “I was actually going to ask Mrs. Sprout. Maybe next time, Snape.” He turned to head out the door when Professor Snape groaned.

“Stop with your theatrics, Lupin. I’ll get Potter back on the team.”

Professor Lupin sighed. ��Then it’s a deal. Have fun teaching my lessons Friday.”

Professor Snape smiled. “I’ll be by later with another goblet-full.”

Heather had the feeling she’d just been played somehow, but that was unlikely… Wasn’t it?

“Let’s go Heather, before he snakes his way into having more.” Professor Lupin pushed her out the door and closed it behind them.

Heather felt her grin pushing her cheeks up as far as they’d go. “Thank you, professor!” She could still make it to the last hour of practice if she hurried.

“Heather, I did you a favor… and I’d kindly ask you to do me one. Don’t tell anyone about today, alright? I’ll let Professor Snape tell the classes I’m a bit ill.” He looked down at her from the steps and smiled warmly.

She nodded. “I won’t even tell Harry.”

Professor Lupin nodded back and headed slowly up the dungeon stairs. She turned on her heels and ran into the common room and into the dorms, hurrying to get changed. She ran back out and took the stairs two at a time, hurrying down the corridor and bursting through the castle doors.

It was freezing cold and the wind howled like crazy, whipping her hair around and stinging her cheeks as she ran down the grassy lawn. She pulled out her broom from the shed and calmly walked into the Quidditch field, looking for Flint up in the sky.

She waved at him and he came down.

“Potter? You’re not allowed on the field.”

“I’m back in! Professor Snape will probably tell Warrington tonight or something.” She smiled but Marcus’ frown did not lift.

“So he’s decided you’re back in, did he?” He looked over at the castle and bared his teeth. “Maybe he should be captain then. If he’ll be making all the decisions.”

Heather shifted her weight, not liking how things were going. “Well… I can resume practice…”

Marcus stared down at her. “Warrington can throw farther than you, Potter. Who says I want you back on my team?”

Her mouth opened but nothing came out.

“What’s she doing here, Flint?” Cassius came down and hopped off his broom, stepping towards her. “You’re not allowed anymore.”

Heather shook her head. “Professor Snape’s letting me back on. H-he’ll tell you… t-tonight probably… or t-tomorrow…” She didn’t like how close Cassius was getting to her face.

He leaned down and poked her collar with the end of his broom. “And who says I’ll leave? You, Potter? Think being related to big shot ‘Harry Potter: boy who lived’ gives you free reign of the school, dirty-blood?”

More of the team was down on the field again, and Heather’s face was going red. She saw Draco out of the corner of her eye, shaking his head and looking down.

“No, me, Warrington. Your captain.” Marcus was on the ground, crossing his arms now. “Why should I let you back on? You’re the one messing with my team.”

Heather stepped back from Warrington and looked at Marcus. “Because I’m more valuable to the team.”

Marcus and Warrington laughed.

“How do you figure, Potter?”

She mulled over Marcus’ question for a minute, hoping for any reason to pop into her head. “Because… I have better ideas... I had the idea to have Malfoy and I on the team last year because we were faster and that worked out. And I have an idea now.”

Marcus looked at Warrington and nodded at Heather. “Go on.”

Heather smiled, ignoring Warrington’s death glare. “Are we really going to play in this weather? The Gryffindors are practicing and expecting we will, which means they’ll be training against OUR style… So, let’s switch on them. Trade with one of the other teams.” Marcus was nodding at her so she continued more confidently. “Obviously Ravenclaw would never agree under this weather, but Hufflepuff would. Gryffindor beat them in under five minutes last year. They were humiliated. They’ll want a rematch.”

“And what excuse do we have for that? Huh? Matches are decided among the heads of houses. We can’t change that.” Warrington turned to Marcus. “It’s not a good idea if we can’t do it.”

“Think outside the box, Warrington.” She smiled at the look he gave her and faced Marcus again. “Malfoy will just say his arm hurts still. Professor Snape won’t care if it’s true. And he’ll be able to handle convincing Professor Sprout.”

Warrington was fuming but Marcus nodded and smiled. “Malfoy, your arm still hurts right?”

Draco walked up to them and smiled at Heather. “Oh loads. I don’t know if it’ll feel any better until – how long do storms last?” He laughed.

Marcus nodded and smiled wickedly at her idea. “Potter. I’ve decided you’re back in. Warrington, out.”

Heather grinned again, feeling the day’s rollercoaster of events back at a high.

Warrington threw his broom down and stormed off.

“Wipe that look off your face, Potter. You’ll be staying an extra hour with Malfoy here to show you the new plays.” Marcus mounted his broom again and instructed the team back in the air.

Heather turned to Draco, “Thanks…”

“Whatever, Potter. It was a good idea. Besides, your brother’ll be furious.” Draco laughed and mounted his broom. “He makes the dumbest face.”

Heather snorted. “Sure.”

The next hour Marcus made her drills extra intense and she almost fell off her broom twice. It had been several months since she had practiced her drills and she felt very rusty. She was sweating buckets and half of it was probably from nerves that Marcus would change his mind about keeping her on the team.

After the team had gone she was exhausted and sat in the locker room with Draco, who was looking very tired as well.

“These are the new plays,” he scratched out the formations on the chalkboard. He went through each one sloppily and refused to let her ask questions. “That’s the thick of it. If your plan works you’ll have another month to understand these.”

Heather nodded, giving up on learning anything more from him. “So, when’ll you tell Professor Snape about your arm?”

He shrugged. “I was thinking during potions tomorrow.” He smiled. “Don’t worry. Actually, I’ve got an idea.”

Heather nodded. “Alright well… As long as it works.”

They headed out and shined their wands in front of themselves to see through the darkness. The wind was pulling their Quidditch robes and pushing them back hard. It had started raining and Heather had an odd sense she was being watched.

She turned around, feeling her heart rate quicken and stared out into the darkness. Draco looked back and turned too, shining his wand out brighter.

“Potter? Don’t tell me your easily spooked too.”

Heather shook her head and turned back. “Of course not… Though… If Black made it into the castle… and he still wants to kill Harry… and possibly me – wouldn’t he be hiding out in the forbidden forest? I mean… That’s where I’d hide…”

Draco turned and looked out into the darkness and into the forest. He went a little paler and shrugged. “Let’s just… get back in. If you’re that scared, Potter.”

Heather scoffed. “Why’re you shaking, Draco?”

He was about to respond when a nearby sound of displaced rocks sent them bolting the rest of the way up the lawn and stumbling through the castle doors. They panted at the entrance and looked out into the night, spotting a distant rabbit nibbling on some grass by the bottom stone steps.

“Scared of rabbits now?”

Heather rolled her eyes. They headed into the common room and Heather made very sure to stay as far away from Warrington as possible. He seemed a little too eager to pick on her, and the last thing she wanted was for him to call her blood dirty again for not being a pureblood.

It was an unspoken rule among Slytherins that blood status should not be revealed unless the status was that of pureblood. Purebloods spoke about it all the time, but aside from a very select few who let it slip, she didn’t know the status of anyone else. If the house was made up of mainly muggle-borns, no one would ever know except maybe Professor Snape.

She took a shower and got dressed. She headed back down to the common room with her potions textbook and parchment to finish her essay due the next day.

Warrington was still glaring at her so she decided to sit with Draco and Pansy and their friends.

“Back on the team, Heather? Realize your life needed meaning?” Pansy snickered. “At least now you’ll be useful again.”

Heather breathed out. “Yeah, back on as Chaser.”

She watched Pansy roll her eyes and continue talking to her friends as she wrote. Draco talked to his own friends and Heather was sitting there feeling invisible. She was safe from Warrington’s wrath, but she still felt out of place. She wished she had something to make her interesting or cool. Something Pansy liked enough to give her reason to be nice to her.

“How long is it supposed to sit for? Twenty minutes or something?” Pansy looked around at all their essays but no one spoke up.

“‘No less than twenty-seven minutes when using cooked gilstones, no more than thirty when uncooked.’” Heather quoted Professor Snape word for word as everyone wrote what she said down.

Pansy nodded, “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” Heather looked back at her essay and smiled to herself.

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pokemonswshbutionlyplayedsword · 4 years

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What are all of the gym leaders' fears? (Including Leon) anyway I love your writing!!!

Thank you so much!

Biggest fears, hm? That’s a good one. I can’t believe I haven’t covered this one yet.

Milo:

-Losing his farm. A fire, foreclosure, or something else that takes his farm away from him. The idea of not having it to leave to the next generation is enough to make him nauseous.

-Bug type pokemon. They’re creepy and gross looking. They devastate so many of his crops every year. He just... doesn’t like them. Doesn’t like thinking of them.

Nessa:

-Drowning. For a water type who loves the ocean, this is a bit silly. She’s a great swimmer, but she sees articles and stuff all the time about people who got pulled under by undercurrents. The water can be dangerous, no matter how good of a swimmer you are.

-Dark alleys and what might happen in them. She’s a pretty young lady, and she knows that puts her at risk. She’s strong and can defend herself, but if something really happened, she isn’t sure if she could save herself. Spikemuth makes her anxious, and when she has to go, she insists Piers stay close.

Kabu:

-Failing. He couldn’t handle it if he got back into the minor leagues again. Losing is one thing, but letting down his town and other gym leaders is unbearable. If he stops working for even a moment, he’s afraid he’s going to fall into a pit he can’t get out of.

-Going back to his situation in Hoenn. It wasn’t a good place that he was in. Training was his only relief, and it was a godsend to be given a pass to leave. Galar is the greatest place he’s ever been. There’s a reason he came to Galar and didn’t leave even when he fell into the minor leagues. He’s scared he will be forced to go back some day and not be able to bring his success in Galar with him.

Bea:

-Losing her ability to train. She fears that one day she will push herself too far and give herself a major injury that prevents her from doing martial arts and pokemon battles. It would ruin her career and stop her from doing what she loves the most.

-Not training pokemon. This sounds a lot like her other fear, but it’s different. She’s scared of the idea of training pokemon becoming impossible. Not because of something that happened to her, but because pokemon training stops forever for everyone. It’s scary because the world loses a big part of itself.

Allister:

-He’s a little kid, so he doesn’t really have a lot of deep fears. He does, however, fear the idea of losing what he has. He has a bunch of stuff that he treasures and loves, and he’s afraid that someone will come and steal it. It’s pretty unreasonable, and he knows that, but he worries sometimes.

-Losing Bea. She’s practically his older sister. He is afraid that something will happen to her and she won’t come back. He worries and sends her texts when she’s out in the Wild Area, especially if she went out there while frustrated.

Opal:

-Going senile. She knows she’s old, and she worries about getting Alzheimer’s or some other disease like that and forgetting who she is. She feels like there’s no point in her living life in that condition if she doesn’t even know who she is or who the people around her are.

-As a very old lady, she knows it’s almost time for her to leave the gym to someone else. She fears that she’s not going to leave the gym to a capable trainer. She worries that when she’s gone, she’s going to give the gym to someone who will let it fall apart. Ballonlea has had a powerful gym for a very long time, and she wants to make sure it stays that way.

Melony:

-Losing one of her kids. Whether they leave her, die, or go missing, she’s brought to tears at the thought of anything happening to her kids. She’s incredibly protective of them. She’s worried that the fight she’s been having with Gordie is driving him away and her fear will become a reality.

-Something happening to Piers and Marnie. She considers them something like foster children. She’s been helping Piers raise Marnie for most of her life. She’s seen Piers struggle, and to a lesser extent, Marnie struggle. She worries sometimes that she hasn’t done enough to help them and that something’s going to snap. She knows something very bad would happen if one of them left the other on their own.

Piers:

-Something happening to Marnie. Marnie is the most precious thing to Piers. He only kept going through the roughest times in his life for Marnie. If something happened to her, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He would be eaten alive by the guilt and his failures. He lays awake at night sometimes thinking about all the ways she could get hurt.

-Being like his parents. For 15 years, he was abused by his parents. He knows very well that they were addicts, had hot tempers, and were very violent. He worries that he inherited those awful qualities, so he tries to suppress his anger and negative emotions. He’s a punk. A wild child who does what he wants and follows no rules. But he will never, and I mean NEVER make anyone feel the way his parents made him feel.

Raihan:

-Being alone. He’s sweet and fun-loving, and he loves the attention he gets online and as a gym leader. He was raised by a single father who spent a lot of time working so he could feed Raihan. He was left alone in his childhood quite a lot. He never wants to be alone like that with his thoughts again. He lives on social media to keep himself close to others.

-Losing Leon. Like, not being able to hang out with Leon and use him as inspiration and motivation to better himself. He needs a goal to reach, or he loses motivation to keep going. Leon is that goal. Beating Leon, becoming like Leon. He’s picked up personality traits from Leon that have only made him better. Not having Leon around scares him because he fears he’d fall out of love for pokemon training and lose all of his progress as well as let all of his fans down.

Leon:

-Something happening to Hop. Hop is his little brother that he loves dearly, even if he’s not around to show it all the time. He knows he spends way too much time away from Hop. He’s worried that something bad will happen to Hop when he’s away and it will be his fault for not being there. No matter what happened, he would always blame himself for it.

-Failing Galar. There’s a lot that’s expected of him as the champion. It’s stressful but he enjoys being the big inspiration for all of Galar. It’s his job as the strongest trainer in the region to protect Galar. If something happened that brought Galar to ruin, it would be all his fault. Even the slightest mistake can stress Leon out.

Oh boy, this one actually took a while. I’m adding a tw for Piers’ part, but just in case something else rubbed you the wrong way so to speak, since this is a fears post after all, let me know and I’ll start adding a tag for you.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 15

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Tony‘s wedding day finally arrived and Nat picked up y/n to fly her to it. A few weeks have passed since Part 14

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/618303556387209216/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-14-pairing

Here‘s the first Part:

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/616925412632739840/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-1-pairing

Warnings: Not any

The wedding came faster than y/n had thought. It was indeed scheduled on the 24th of August, and Nat would pick her up in the morning, for them to fly to New York together. Y/n had shortly debated getting ready in the hotel room, but Nat had told her they wouldn’t stop there before and she was sure y/n could survive the flight to New York in a dress. The dress in question Nat had brought with her when she arrived the night before. It was long and sleeveless in emerald green, with a sweetheart neckline. Nat had also brought her some high heels to go with it, black, and golden jewelry. Upon expecting the pieces, y/n had felt grateful to Nat. She loved dressing up, it always felt like putting on an armor, but better, and Nat had shown what y/n thought to be exquisite taste. This was confirmed when, at an ungodly hour in the morning of the wedding day, she had put it on. It fit perfectly and brought with it an air of elegance y/n hadn’t seen since her spy missions for the CIA. She put her hair up and applied some of Nat’s makeup and when she looked back into the mirror, she sighed contently. “Yup”, she whispered, “I still got it.”

“I fully agree.” Y/n startled for she hadn’t heard Nat enter the room.

“And I can only return the compliment!” The Black Widow beautifully lived up to her name in a black, body-con dress and silver jewelry. “I see hot is written in capitals with you.”

Nat laughed and put an arm around y/n. “Oh yes it is. I’m going to quickly talk to T’Challa, you can wait in Shuri’s lab if you want.”

“Alright”, y/n agreed. She loved the lab. Like the training room, it had big windows and even though she had cursed getting up before six, it was now a perfect opportunity to watch the sun rise. Like she thought, Shuri wasn’t in the lab yet, she was probably sleeping, so it was eerily quiet. Slowly, y/n walked around, looking at the equipment on the tables. After a while, she laughed quietly. “Oh Shuri.” She had found a really old radio, and some plans on the side. Evidently, Shuri had been trying to get it to work. Out of curiosity, y/n pressed the on button. There was a static sound, so she turned the dial to find music. A slow reggae song was playing faintly on one of the channels. She liked that beat. It reminded her of her dad. Images flashed her mind for a brief moment, images of her childhood. So many happy memories. She sighed.

“Y/n?”, for the second time that day, y/n flinched, “Don’t worry, it’s just me.”

A familiar hand grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. Bucky. She looked at him and smiled. He was wearing pajamas and his bed head told her he had just woken up. “Hey you”, she put one hand on the back of his neck, and with the other, she tucked some hair behind his ear, “What are you doing up so early?”

“I wanted to say goodbye to you”, y/n’s heart contracted at the raspiness in his voice. She pulled him closer and when she spoke, her voice was just a whisper. “Dance with me.”

“Okay.” They started moving slowly to the music, still that same reggae song, Bucky’s hand on her waist, hers on his shoulders. Their bodies moved in what to y/n felt like harmony, and y/n looked into Bucky’s eyes, feeling she could get lost in there. She knew she could dance with him forever, but after a while, the song faded out, and the static sound returned. They halted in their movement, and Bucky leaned in to kiss her. Everything about him was familiar, including the touch of his soft lips on hers and she pulled him closer to her. Only when they heard Nat walking down the corridor did they let go of each other. Bucky walked with them outside, barefoot, still in his pajamas. Y/n looked at him and he looked so content and vulnerable, she thought she would explode.

“Hey, y/n!”, he shouted as she boarded the quinjet, “I forgot to tell you something!”

She turned around. “What?”

“I think you just won the contest for being the hottest girl alive.”

She laughed. “See you tonight!”

“You better still be wearing that dress!” The rest of Bucky’s shouting was drowned out by her closing the door and the quinjet starting. She sat down next to Nat, who looked at her and grinned. “So, you and Bucky, huh?”

“Yeah. Me and Bucky.” And with that, they left Wakanda.

Their flight to New York would take just under two hours, which would give them about twenty minutes to find the church Stark was getting married in. The ceremony would only start in the afternoon, but the guests were expected to arrive around twelve, after all, Stark was a famous billionaire and there would be lots of guests. As Nat had promised they would help with the set-up, they needed to be there at around ten. She would then also help Pepper for an hour, in which y/n could buy herself some lunch in New York, before they’d reconvene at one for the first speeches. At this point in Nat’s rough outline for the day, y/n had taken of her heels and stopped listening. It was too early in the morning to process all of that information and she was sure it was unnecessary anyway. After all, it was a wedding. People would tell them what to do once they’d get there. Instead, y/n gazed through a window, the ocean below her, her thoughts wandering wild. ‘You and Bucky’, Nat had observed when they left Wakanda, and although y/n had confirmed, she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. She really liked Bucky, but apart from the still hesitant physical contact between them, not much had changed. Not that she wanted much more, but she wanted to know how Bucky really felt. Whether he also noticed every little thing about her like she did with him. Whether he would be willing to take this relationship further. Whether there could be a future. But she was too scared to loose their now to ask. Y/n couldn’t even say what it was they had now, but she knew it meant Bucky was there, so she would give everything to preserve it.

“Y/n? Are you even listening?”, Nat waved one hand in front of y/n’s eyes.

“Oh yeah, no”, she stretched her arms, “I stopped listening after the speeches.”

“Which round of speeches?”

“There was more than one?”

As an answer, Nat hit her on the shoulder. “You are so useless. No wonder Clint liked you.”

“Liked? That’s a bit rude”, although the topic was still sensitive, y/n’s voice was light, “I am still awesome. It should be ‘likes’.”

Nat rolled her eyes, but y/n could sense relief at her jokingly posed answer. She took it as a sign that her incident at Clint’s house was still fresh in everyone’s mind. Suddenly eager to change the topic, she continued. “Also, what could go wrong? You’re hot and I’m somewhat passable myself, if not, dare I say it, smoking, and we’re going to show up, drink an unreasonable amount of champagne, dance to at least two Adele songs, cry at a speech and go home. It will be great.”

Nat pushed a few buttons and initiated the landing process. “Oh it better be.”

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pretty sweet (lush and zealous) || nurseychow

It’s dumb. It’s incredibly dumb and completely unfounded and totally unreasonable and he definitely, most assuredly, one hundred and ten million percent should not be thinking it because there’s no way, no reasoning, no evidence, and no defense for the absolute garbage his brain is coming up with.

He’s still thinking it.

Nursey could be cute, his little dimple popping into his cheek when he laughed, really laughed, or when he tossed a cheeky smile his way when he did something like steal an extra slice of pie for them to split.

He could be pretty. The prettiest thing Chris had ever seen, when they woke up together and Nursey was sleep tousled, soft around the edges– he would blink himself awake, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and then gaze up at him with inky-black lashes and hazy green eyes.

He could be hot, that was for sure. He didn’t know if it was just because he was a hockey player, or if it was because he was dating a hockey player, but there was something to him that was just… really, really hot about seeing Nursey on ice– all that cocky false self-confidence he played up now real and completely founded. Seeing him net a goal (when he wasn’t on the other side of it), watching the pride light up his face, his frankly illegal body movements when he skated– he was quite literally a beast on ice, quick, sharp, focused, and aggressive as fuck. It was almost distracting, if his focus didn’t completely block everything while he was in the cage.

And he was definitely sexy. He shivered, just a little, in his seat, thinking about the times where Nursey got just tipsy enough to dance at kegsters. Or when he pressed toe-curling kisses to his lips before he left for his 9 am, waving him off with a smile that might’ve been sleazy on anyone else. And of course, he was definitely sexy in bed, prowling up his body like a lion stalking prey, or flat on his back beneath him loud and unashamed, thighs locked around his waist as if he were afraid he’d leave, or whenever play-fighting and wrestling turned into making out, lazily grinding on one another.

Chris shivered again. This time Nursey noticed, frowned softly at him. “Baby, are you cold? You could’ve said something, i’ve got an extra jacket.”

“Oh, no, it’s not–” Chris tried to say, but too late, Derek was already sliding under the table, bumping his head a little, (“fuck, ow,”) and sliding the jacket up Chris’ thighs, covering them like a blanket.

“There you go,” he said triumphantly. Nursey slid his hands down Chowder’s thighs, squeezing just slightly, and his knee jerked in reaction. He chuckled softly.

“Shut up and help me with this paper,” he said immediately, embarrassed by the effect Nursey had on him, and Nursey snorted softly, easing his way out from under the table.

“Anything for you, honey bunches,” he crooned, leaning on his shoulder, and Chowder shoved him, grinning faintly.

He was overreacting. He had to be.

The thing about his brain, however, particularly his ADHD, meant that it didn’t matter if he knew he was overreacting, he was still doing it. Chris’ brain started aggressively replaying all the compliments Derek had given him, all the little comments on his appearance, and unfortunately, he didn’t really like his end results.

Nursey never called him sexy.

Attractive, beautiful, pretty, cute– all of that he called him, almost regularly, but sexy? He couldn’t remember a time he’d been called that not just by Nursey, but anyone, anyone at all.

He had to find him sexually attractive, obviously. They had decently regular sex, games permitting, and Derek was often the instigator (mostly because Chris had no problems with PDA, and no problems inside the bedroom, but he was a little shyer about being sexual in public) so of course he was sexy to him, logically speaking.

But jeez. Sometimes a guy wanted to hear that his boyfriend thought he was sexy out loud. Was that wrong? Was he asking too much?

Chris kept thinking it, and overthinking it, and re-thinking it, and soon he could tell Nursey was getting a little worried.

“I’m just in my head,” Chris promised the next time he caught Nursey looking at him cautiously after he’d pulled away from yet another compliment, only semi-guiltily. It wasn’t really lying, he reasoned, because he was in his head, but that wasn’t the problem. Not really.

Nursey’s eyes stayed on him for just a second longer, and then he nodded softly. “Make sure you come out again though, yeah?” he asked, reaching over the tabletop and squeezing his hand. “I miss you.”

God, he really, really liked Nursey. “Always,” he said, squeezing back, and then he eased back to continue doing his homework.

Nursey’s smile was just shy of radiant. He kind of hated himself for making problems where they didn’t really exist.

Of course, Chris couldn’t keep his giant mouth shut, so it all had to come to a head.

They’d just gotten back from a roadie– Brown, Cornell, West Point– losing to West Point but taking a shutout with Brown and a scrappy 3-1 win from Cornell. They were tired, but happy, and the kegster raged around them as Chris and Derek were settled on the couch, nursing their beers contently. His feet were tucked under Nursey’s thigh comfortably. A few people flittered in and out, waving to Chris or to Derek, stopping to make quick conversation about classes, the party, whatever– a lot of people for Derek, actually.

“Hey, hot stuff!”

“Derek fucking Nurse, Mr. Universe.”

“How do you look like a fucking model in a frat house, dude?”

“Is this your boyfriend? You two are adorable.”

“You’re Chris? You’re so cute!”

“Oh my god, Derek will not shut up about how pretty your smile is in class. He’s driving us nuts!”

And more, and more, and more, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to know.

“Nursey, do you not think i’m sexy?” Chris burst out.

Nursey blinked at him. His beer slipped from his hand– thankfully it was a can, mostly empty, and his arm was hovering over the side of the couch– it landed upright.

“Dude, what?”

He instantly regretted saying it and looked away, flushing pink. “Nothing– it’s nothing, sorry–”

“No, what the fuck? Chowder– Chris, baby. Look at me. Chris, please.” Derek’s hand reached out to take his and squeezed and he broke to meet his eyes.

Instantly, he wished he hadn’t. Nursey’s eyes were soft and sad and a little lost and now he felt guilty, all over again, because Nursey was as a fantastic boyfriend and he didn’t deserve him being sad over a couple little words.

“It’s not– it’s not a big deal, Nursey, gosh, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I brought it up,” he tried, but Nursey made a hurt noise and his mouth snapped shut.

“Don’t do that, please, we said we weren’t gonna lie when something hurt us,” Nursey begged him, scrambling up onto his knees on the couch to better meet his eyes.

“But it’s stupid!” he argued. “We’re dating, and we’re always together, and we have a lot of really good sex, and you tell me all the time that I look good so I shouldn’t be feeling like this and I don’t know if it’s a me thing or a Bitty babying me thing or if it’s an Asian thing but everyone always calls you hot and they want you- i’m not jealous!” he said hastily as Nursey looked frightened and opened his mouth to argue. “I know you don’t care about them but I don’t know, I just. You’re hot and i’m just cute!”

By the end of his rant, Derek looked horrified, hand tight around his own. He was speechless, too, for a little moment, and then he rasped out, “God, I don’t make you feel wanted.”

“Nursey, it’s not–”

“Baby, I don’t make you feel wanted the way you want. That’s just as bad,” he said softly.

He, paused, swallowed, and then nodded. “Yeah. I… yeah.”

Nursey let go of his hand and shifted on the couch, easing him back, prowling over him, the kegster forgotten behind them. His eyes were trained onto Chris’ own, a look in them like he only usually got just before post-win sex or just-finished-an-exam sex but maybe just a little softer and oh, now he was in his lap curling his hand around the back of his neck, soft and warm, and kissing him.

He kissed with a sure intent, near-overwhelming but more tender; Chris could taste the sharp-sweet of tub juice on Derek’s plush lips as he licked open his mouth, shivered as he eased his hands up his shirt. Chris’ own hands clutched loosely at Nursey’s shirt, letting himself be kissed with fervent desire. On his lips he could nearly taste Nursey’s desire to prove himself. A groan sounded– from who he didn’t know– and he could feel it tingling between their joined mouths.

They broke, breathing heavily, but Derek let his face drop down to his exposed collarbone, kissing there, licking at skin, dragging his tongue up his bare neck. He was squirming underneath him, trying not to just pull Nursey down and have him grind on him until they both came in the middle of the party, until Nursey pulled back and said breathlessly, “I can’t believe I didn’t make you feel sexy, Chris. I think you’re fucking irresistible.”

Fuck. Nursey always knew what to say to make him weak.

“We need to– to like, not do this here,” he said, a little desperately, and Nursey nodded, pulling back. Chris chased after him, reluctant to part despite what he said, and stole another quick kiss from him and Derek grinned dopily, smile lopsided. He stood and laced his fingers through Chowder’s, pulling him up, and they pushed through the crowd together.

“Get it, Nurse!” Holster yelled, and Nursey flipped him off good-naturedly– it made something bubble up inside of him and he laughed, bright.

“Yeah, screw off!” he called, and Nursey laughed, throwing a glance over his shoulder: his eyes were shining with mirth. He squeezed his hand and stumbled up the stairs with Chris in tow, both of them giddy and high with arousal.

When Nursey pulled him into the bathroom, Chris made a confused noise, though the reason was soon lost on him when Nursey backed him up against the wall, forearm tucked behind his head, hand easing along his hip and up his shirt, tracing the little circles into the small of his back that made him shiver. They kissed, Chris’ arms easing over his shoulders to pull him closer and closer, meld their bodies together and feel the heat radiating off his body. Nursey was hard and so was he, his ilegs spreading to accommodate for Nursey’s slim hips pressing between his own, grinding up against him. A hand came down, cupped his ass and squeezed and he moaned softly, leg sliding up to sling around his boyfriend’s hip– Derek hefted him up with one hand under his ass, grunting just a little until he was hitched around his waist.

“I’ve-”

“Got-”

“A room-”

“Nursey,” Chris breathed between kisses, eyes fluttering open and closed as he spoke. Derek pulled away slightly, grinning up at him.

“Dex is sleeping in your room, remember? Besides, pretty sure people who lived here have fucked in here.”

“We’re not, oh my god, I can wait longer than that and, like, go to your dorm or something,” he protested.

“What if I can’t wait?” Derek murmured, smile gently teasing, playful; he brushed his nose against his own and that, of all things, made a blush bloom across his cheeks. “What if my incredibly hot boyfriend is right here in this bathroom, in my arms,” he let his arm snake all the way around his waist, squeezed with his fingers dipping along his hipbone, “And I know he’s still loose because I opened him up until he sobbed and almost crushed my skull between his gorgeous fucking thighs–”

Chris put a hand over his mouth, pink. “Too close,” he warned, embarrassed but honest. “But, I, uh… wanna sit on your face kind of so maybe a bed?” he rushed out, swallowing hard when he finished.

The speed at which Derek’s eyes went practically black was alarming.

“Yes,” he murmured, gravelly and low. “God, yes, fuck. But I do really, really want you now, not in…” he glanced at his watch briefly, “an hour when Dex wakes up.”

“Blow me?”

He grinned slowly.

“Smart is the new sexy,” he murmured. Chris rolled his eyes, but the smile on his lips was irrepressible.

“Just do it,” he mumbled back, still fighting off his grin, and Nursey shifted, setting him on the bathroom sink. He sunk to his knees with a smirk, nosing along his thigh tauntingly.

“Bossy, bossy. You were so much nicer last night.”

“Well you had my dick in your mouth, jerk, so- oh, okay, that’s weirdly hot that you can do that,” he said, surprised and shivering a little as Nursey undid his jeans with his teeth, lightly pressing at the crotch of his pants with his lips. Nursey wiggled his brows at him and ran his hands up his thighs.

“S’a first time trick, but we were in pajamas our first time,” he explained softly. “Help me get em down, then legs up.”

A minute and a few cooperative maneuvers later Nursey was kissing, licking, and sucking hungrily at Chris’ pale thighs– he was only staying upright because he was gripping at the counter tightly, his thighs braced over Nursey’s broad shoulders.

“Nursey, stop teasing,” he complained breathlessly. “I want you, please, c’mon, I- more, Nursey, more.”

His grip grew just a little tighter on the counter as Nursey’s tongue traced up the side of his cock, delicately at first but then more firmly until he was laving his tongue along his length and Chris’ toes were curling, his heels digging into his boyfriend’s back as if urging him on. When Derek’s tongue traced over his slit, lapped up the drooling precum, his hips jerked up and nearly dislodged him from the sink counter. He was narrowly saved by his abdomen and thighs clenching at the last second, the latter around Nursey’s head.

Nursey’s laughter buzzed against his thigh. “Dangerously sexy,” he murmured. Chris opened his mouth to complain (he was kind of bratty during sex, sue him; Derek got off on teasing and so did he) but at that precise moment he decided to slide his mouth down his cock and take him halfway.

“F-fuck, Der,” he breathed. “Oh my god, just like that…”

Derek hummed, pleased; his lashes fluttered closed prettily and a broad hand slid up his thigh as he slowly bobbed his head– Chris gasped weakly and then bit down on his lip to stifle the whimpers and moans fighting to escape him.

Nursey’s tongue traced along the length of him, and then he pressed his thumb deep into a bruise on his thigh as he took him all the way down, buried his dick into his fucking throat, and Chris sobbed. There was no holding back any noises, not with Derek’s mouth tight and hot and wet around him.

“D-derek, Derek, i’m g’nna– f-fuck, oh my god, please, please,” he moaned helplessly. His eyes were squeezed shut, tremors wracking his body with the effort of not coming then and there.

He felt Derek’s hand come up and ease one of his own away from the counter; his eyes peeked out from under his lashes to catch him tug his hand to the back of his head and push down, a little rough.

“Oh my god, Derek– s-seriously?” Chris murmured. Nursey blinked slowly up at him. His eyes were nothing more than a thin ring of green around a heavily dilated pupil, black as night; his tongue teased at the base of his dick as much as it could and Chris hissed, fingers twisting in a tight lock in Nursey’s roots and yanked his head back, shoving him back down his length as quickly as he’d pulled him back.

Nursey practically choked on his own moan: his hand moved down to touch himself but Chowder rasped out, “No,” and the answering sound was filthy around his now steadily leaking cock.

Both hands came back up to squeeze desperately at his thighs and he gave him what he wanted, working him along his dick over and over until his body went taut, spine arching, and Chris came down Derek’s throat with his boyfriend’s nose pressed into his burning skin.

“God damn, baby,” Nursey said when he’d finally pulled off. His voice was low, hoarse as if he’d screamed for an hour straight– Chris shivered weakly. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Sorry if I got too rough–”

Derek surged up and kissed him with a hunger he only usually saw when they were desperately rushing between classes, too worked up over sexts to wait until they were done for the day. Nursey’s hips pressed of their own accord against his thigh and he whimpered: he was still hard in his jeans.

Chris pulled back and breathed against his mouth, struggling for air. “You still- haven’t come?”

“You didn’t say I could,” he rumbled. He buried his face in his neck, kissing and nipping; his own spent dick made a valiant effort to come back to life again at the sensation. “What, you tired of me telling you what to do in bed, Frankie?”

“No! And oh my god, stop calling me that, my middle name is lame-”

“It’s fucking cute, and if you don’t put your boxers on so we can go to your room, i’m gonna call you ‘Frankie’ when I fuck you over this sink.” He froze a bit, hands stilling at his waist and brain catching up to his mouth, then blinked at him, hesitance written over his face. “Sorry, C, I-”

But Chris slid his hand up Derek’s chest, curled his fingers at the nape of his neck to pull him against his lips. “I think I know now,” he hummed. Derek’s fingers tightened along his hipbones. “You’re not calling me cute like everyone else does, are you?”

Derek’s eyes flicked down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. He shook his head almost imperceptibly.

“Tell me why you say it so much. Cute, pretty, sweet, gorgeous, attractive-”

“S’dumb.”

“I wanna know.”

He closed his eyes, a slightly pained look on his face, and then, looking as if he had to draw it deep out of himself from within, muttered, “No one ever called me cute unless they really meant fuckable. Didn’t… want you to feel like that, I guess? Or just think I wanted sex with you.”

Oh my god, Chris thought quietly to himself as he pulled Derek in for a fierce, hungry kiss. I’m honestly in love with him.

Derek looked debauched when he pulled back, breathless; he tugged roughly at a ringlet of curls as if he were trying to calm himself. “We’ve gotta- the talking thing, better. Get better. We- but later? Please, for real for real, because my dick is like mad hard right now and-”

“Room. Boxers.”

Derek grinned and scooped them up for him to shimmy into but as soon as that stopped Chris threw his arms around him, kissing him with reckless abandon and dragging him out of the bathroom backwards into his room. Derek stumbled a few times but stayed upright by the virtue of Chris’ spatial awareness. They staggered into his room, door flinging open, and Derek pushed him up against the wall, hiking his leg up around his waist and sliding his hand up his boxers. A strangled cry sounded from the direction of Chris’ bed.

“Guys, what the fuck-”

“Get out or you’re gonna see us fucking,” Derek ordered breathlessly without looking back at Dex. Chowder choked on his own moan, skin warming, but he couldn’t find a mind to protest when Nursey’s mouth latched into his neck, sucking at bare skin, teeth dragging along it.

Dex started cursing frantically, presumably throwing himself out of bed in his haste to leave his room, but Chris couldn’t tell: had his eyes been opened, his head not tossed back, his gaze would’ve likely been obscured by Nursey or at least focused on him no matter how much chaos Dex was causing.

“Use a fucking condom!” Will shouted as he swept out the room with his bag over his shoulder, door banging shut, and Chris could feel his boyfriend’s grin spread across his face from where it was pressed into his neck.

“He’s just so innocent,” Derek said conversationally, as if he weren’t grinding his hips up against him to the sound of ‘Cyclone’ bumping through the haus speakers. “What, does he think I don’t know how to pull out?”

He choked on his own spit, laughing, and Nursey’s grin grew wider; he hefted him up around his waist and spun him a little as Chris slung off his shirt, tossing it somewhere around his room– it was weird, but it got him kind of hot when Nursey joked like that– Nursey plopped down on the bed with his big, gorgeous smile beaming up at him and Chris had to kiss him, cupping his face with his hands.

“You know i’m super in to you, right?” Nursey murmured when Chowder graciously allowed him to breathe once more. He nodded, settling into his lap.

“Yes, Nursey.”

“So you’ve got to know i’m a hundred percent attracted to you. Endlessly.”

“I do.”

“You’re breathtaking, Chris Chow. I’m a lucky guy. I’m serious– a hundred percent.” He brushed his lips against his temple softly. “I’m attracted to your mind,” he murmured, “your personality,” he said, dipping down to drag his lips along this throat, “your heart,” a kiss to the chest, “and definitely your body.” His kisses trailed along his bare shoulder, down along his bicep, and he squirmed in his lap, once again turned on.

“You’re a nerd,” Chris said breathlessly, “And you’re gonna make me cry if you keep saying nice stuff to me instead of taking off your pants. I don’t want to cry during sex again unless we win the championship.”

“Yes, sir,” Nursey said, eyes twinkling. “I’ll hold you to that.

“I’m sure you will, Dee,” Chris murmured, pressing in close, lips once again joined with his boyfriend’s. “I’m sure.”

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50cyg · 7 years

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Takari in Tri/Follow up to Digimon Tri Pairing post (unreasonably long, you have been warned)

Okay so a few days ago I did a post about the Digimon Adventure Tri ships that I am 95% certain will be canon, and how I feel if they do become canon Toei is doing two of them a great disservice by not investing the time into making us care for them.

Since then, I have received a few asks about my feelings on Takari as they were not featured in my post. There is a very simple explanation as to why they were not featured in my post and that is because I forgot about them… OKAY DON’T KILL ME! HEAR ME OUT!!

Yes Takari is definitely included in my “ships I am 95% sure will be canon”

Takeru is shown to have his arm around her waste in the same merchandize pick that has Sora and Yamato together

And also, this infamous scene

But the reason I forgot about them and why, even if I had remembered them, they would not have been included in that post is because they do not line up with the point that post was trying to make. Toei does not need to invest time into making us like Takari because 95% of the fandom is already in love with them, no convincing needed. I would guess that even for the 5% they are not a Notp but rather a ship they either just don’t get or prefer another ship over them (me being the latter).

Unlike the other 3 ships I mentioned, Meichi, Sorato and Koumi, and basically any other of the other pairings in digimon, Takari literally has nothing standing in the way of it being Canon.

Meichi is in hot competition with Taiyama and Taiora (the two favored pairings for Taichi from my understanding). If Meichi becomes canon and the creators put no effort into converting some of the non-shippers they are going to have a lot of hate on their hands. In addition, it’s also in competition from people who ship Meiko with other people (MeikoxMimi appearing to be the favoured with MeikoxSora seeming to come in as a close second, and I have also seen some JyouxMeiko shippers… OH AND BTW WHERE ARE THE YAMATOXMEIKO SHIPPERS?? I mean I don’t ship them but it surprises the hell out of me that this is not a thing anywhere… there is way more shippable moments between them then TaichixMeiko…. :S seriously in shock that YamatoxMeiko has not taken off yet). I’m going to be honest, I feel like Tri (based solely on the moments we have had in the movies and excluding Taiyama as an option) is actually gearing up for a YamatoxMeiko and TaichixSora ending. But I don’t think that will end up being the case because of the controversy it could cause which ties into my “Gut Feeling” I keep talking about.

With Koumi they have Jyoumi, TaichixMimi and YamatoxMimi to compete with (Mimi seems to be the most shippable female). I will be honest, I was never a part of the fandom until after I watched Reunion so I had no idea that Koumi was a thing… everyone I knew either shipped Jyoumi or YamatoxMimi and I always thought Jyoumi was a given as a child (I felt about them the way most people seemed to have felt about Taiora and Takari, that they were the one couple destined to be canon) so I was very shocked when I watched Reunion and instead of Jyoumi like I expected I got Koumi and boy was I not happy. So Toei needs to invest time into attempting to convert me to a Koumi shipper, which they have (I’m still not converted but I have some interest in it)

And Sorato we all know has a lot of fire behind it. It has been at the center of what is, to my knowledge, the greatest Ship War in the fandom. Now I wasn’t in any online community until recently and as a child didn’t care that Sora ended up with Yamato (I actually completely forgot it happened until it was brought up by a friend of mine in highschool and I was just like “oh yeah… that was a thing wasn’t it”) so I have only heard about this war in legend, although I believe I have recently been subject to the after effects of it… Anyway, Sorato is in competition primarily with Taiora and Taiyama, as well as many other ships to a lesser extend like SoraxMeiko, JyouxSora, etc. If this ship is not made canon in Tri then Sorato fans will be very upset (and understandably so, there are even Taiora fans who feel that if Sorato is removed then it is disrespectful). At the same time, if it is made canon they still have a large fanbase upset. Furthermore, unlike Meichi and Koumi who could easily become canon without changing anything because who these kids ended up with was left up in the air – Sorato was not left up in the air, it is canon and they either have to change the ending or go with it, no alternative. So, more so then any other ship, I feel they need to make people invested in these two to avoid massive backlash.

Takari, like with ships like Koumi and Taiyama, is getting a lot of attention from the creators because it is so popular within the fandom (probably the most popular ship of all) and so of course they are going to want to cater to it. Now Taiyama is not likely to be made canon because it isn’t a Heterosexual couple (I don’t think this point needs further explanation…)

Takari is a whole different game than any other pairing in digimon, in my opinion. It has virtually no competition and certainly no real competition. They are most people’s OTP for these two characters. And also, who they ended up with is left up in the air so even if Tri sticks with the original epilogue, these two could very easily be married in that world. And they are a heterosexual couple… they literally meet all of the criteria to easily be made canon whether this is the 02 Epilogue universe or an alternate universe. So yeah… let’s say they have a 98% chance of becoming canon to me 😝 and I’m putting that 2% in as a safe net… and also because I think an argument can be made for them not becoming canon… which I’m about to do because it ties into how I feel about the couple, specifically their relationship in Tri

Okay let’s talk how I felt about Takari as a child before getting on to Tri… because this one ask was left ever so slightly ambiguous as to if they wanted my feelings in general or just Tri (most of my focus will be on Tri but I’ll cover all my bases).

When I was a kid I shipped these two for sure (not really hard… the only ship I shipped super hard as a child to my recollection was syaoran x sakura from Cardcaptors). And I think I just assumed they were married in the Epilogue because it wasn’t stated otherwise. They are the youngest two characters and super cute together

Love the scene with them against piedmon

And holding hands as they fall (just noticed that in this scene Hikari is holding his hand and it’s reversed in Tri)

And they had some good moments together in 02. I love every second of them together in Hurricane Touchdown, especially the train scene (favourite scene in the original Japanese version)

They really do act like partners and people who have known each other forever, more so than I think a lot of the other pairings in the original cast (but that might be because of how much we see Hikari and Takeru vs the other 6). But I always really liked the idea of Wizardmon and Hikari as a couple as well. And have grown a love for HikarixKoushiro in recent years (I have plans to do a post on why I ship these two in the next week).

Tri though has done something very peculiar to my feelings regarding Takari, it seems to have done the same thing to many Koumi fans, and that is that it has made me ship Takari less.

I seem to not be seeing what everyone else is seeing. Many people seem to believe that Hikari is in love with Takeru but I am not getting that vibe at all.

The way she teases him about the Girlfriend in Reunion does not come across as someone who is jealous. It comes across as a girl making fun of her guy friend, who she has zero interest in, finding himself a girlfriend.

Takeru on the other hand does come off like he is hoping Hikari is jealous, so I think he likes her romantically

I’ll give more detail in a sec but I want to take a moment to point out that I feel this is similar to their dynamic in 01 and 02 (I always felt he liked her more than she liked him) because in hurricane touchdown (at least in the English version, I don’t remember the Japanese version off the top of my head) he seems annoyed with her concern for Daisuke

And in the episode with the dark ocean he is acting like he is trying to confess and she seems kind of oblivious to me, or maybe understanding but not 100% on the same page as him

The way she warns Meiko comes off one of two ways to me: either as a girl warning another girl about her platonic friend who is a playboy, but who she also has affection for and so it is said in a lighthearted way vs in more of a “omg get away while you can” kinda way

Or alternatively, and here we are getting into some theories of mine, as a girlfriend warning another girl about her boyfriend while also stealthily telling her boyfriend off for flirting…

Okay so I think it is not in any way unthinkable that Hikari and Takeru could have gotten together between the airport battle and the scene where they are searching with Meiko. I think it is possible they are secretly dating. Because I also think the scene where Hikari seems to be teasing Takeru in Loss comes off as either a girl teasing a guy friend about a potential crush or a girlfriend warning her boyfriend

Unlike Koumi though, where it is over the top obvious that Koushiro likes Mimi, all of the non-teasing moments with Takari could easily come off as both platonic and Romantic love.

Her holding him after he loses patamon

Yamato also holds him

Takeru is holding her arm not her hand

I’m Just saying…

…

And even if he was holding her hand

I’m just saying…

As for him always being by her side protecting her… well he has always been like that, he is just by his nature very protective of her and honestly, I think they have always hinted that he likes her from 01 to 02 to now Tri. But you could also argue there are a lot of pairing like this

Koushiro is always by Taichi’s side as the series progressed

Taichi and Yamato are often attached at the hip

Sora and Taichi are pretty attached at the hip (specifically in adventure)

Jyou is always protecting Takeru

He is also pretty attached to Mimi

Now the scene where she says he has grown up… I do not get this scene… I don’t see how Takeru has grown up any more than he had grown up in 02… and I definitely don’t see how this scene showcases he has grown up. But I would say this is the most shippable moment, I feel like her thinking he has grown up is one of those very cliché (not as in bad cliché but as in recognizable) lines that indicates growing romantic interest.

Why I ship them less is because I don’t really like the way she teases him… she almost seems to tease him in the same way she teased Daisuke. It comes across as more mocking than anything else and I don’t care for it, just like how I didn’t care for how she treated Daisuke.

Also there is the MeikoxTakeru stuff I wanted to address. Cause there is a lot of MeikoxTekeru in Tri. She has more interaction with him than any other male character and also

I think Hikari ships it lol

Okay so I addressed the scene where she gets the nick name earlier.

But then we also have the scenes in Determination (also side note but Yamato is so fucken hot in this scene omg, that necklace that shirt perfection)

And him being the first to come up to greet her friend (Maki)

The fact that he opens up to only her in Confession, and I know you could argue it’s because she is the only one who may understand but it also means he has a level of comfort with her

And how he tried to get her to come to the digital world with them

Playboy with shy girl is almost more common in anime then hyperactive/lead boy with shy girl (takeruxmeiko vs taichixmeiko)

Anyway, I’m not going to do a long analysis of TakeruxMeiko, I just wanted to throw it out there as a possibility or alternative to Takari

I feel like I have kinda gone around in circles with this post, sorry, it’s probably not super easy to follow.

I have heard there is an interview where they said they were planning to make Takari Canon but I’d like to see some definitive proof. Actually I’d like to see some proof of all these rumored interviews… like the one where they said the epilogue is still going to be canon specifically. Cause I have some theories about that one but I need to know the exact wording used, otherwise I’m shooting a little more in the dark.

Thank you everyone who requested this topic 😊 and to everyone who actually got to the end of it. This post is over 4 pages long in an MS Word document haha

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