#No really I looked at the skyline dress and was like why does that look familar

[ncteez]

philoselene (k.h.j)

You weren’t sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.

or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.

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WORDCOUNT― 6.2k

PAIRING― alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab reader 

CONTENT― some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, he’s a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut

NOTE― just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. It’s just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each other’s thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and that’s why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry. 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― makeout sessions, they’re really really high so the experience is kind of slow motion, frottage, sweet-talking rather than dirty talking, brief mutual masturbation, missionary on a couch, he’s a service top but it’s not heavily described here bc like– he’s just hella into her and feels good no matter what she does, ummm, unprotected sex bc im lazy

~

             The man whose hair changes at each new moon cycle, the one who smells like winter but has the eyes of a smoldering flame spreading to a forest fire. Both his charm and his wit are entirely unmatched if anyone you’ve ever met in your life is to go by. His hands are the most gentle, and goddamn does he know how to dress to piss off the local business owners. 

           A new ear piercing for him usually meant heartbreak, be it a lost friend, a failed project, or even an incorrect lunch order at the run-down diner across town. Everything about Hongjoong is telling. He is not mysterious, nor does he want to be.

             You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite in terms of how you carry yourself. You worry too much, your posture is slouched when it shouldn’t be, your confidence wavers more often than you’d like to admit, and you keep to yourself most of the time. Minimizing yourself, snuffing out any flame or glow that threatens to show to anyone less than a close friend. You dress much like your personality, muted. 

             This is why you question the dynamic on each date you end up on with Hongjoong. Dinner dates, movie dates, walks in the park. Normal. fucking. dates. The dynamic between the two of you is anything but natural to you. Time after time now, seeing him after sunset looking at you much like he would if he were seeking out constellations, you feel like you’re not a person meant to be looked at this way. You’ll never get used to another person wanting to spend this time with you, like they’re finding comfort in your silence. What do you have that seems to fulfill him? 

             Even now, six hours after the date started, you find yourself next to Hongjoong and his bright smile. The small rolled joint burned out minutes ago, and the dull city skyline bursts with pinks and purples from the sunset.  His smile is one that is entirely soft and focused on you. All of his attention, on you. The one thing in the world you hate, he gives to you and makes you feel as though you don’t hate it nearly as much as you did before meeting him. 

“Hongjoong,” You whisper into the brisk air, bumping your leg against his as he tilts his chin up as if to let you know he’s listening to whatever you want to say. “This is our– what? Seventh date?” 

           He nods with a hum. 

“First time at my place though, so we can still call it a first date.” He offers, reaching his arms out and feeling the stretch of his muscles relax him.  His arms fall back to his side and his eyes fall back on you. 

           Never have you had this many first dates, nor has any man treated each date as such. 

“Why do you do that?” You laugh, slouching back against the weathered wicker couch, the balcony offering both the most wonderful and shitty view of the city. 

“Do what?” He asks, turning slightly towards you with a curious look. 

“Like, I don’t know,” you trail off, for some reason unable to look him in the eye as you continue to spiral into the slow and fuzzy high that his weed offers to you. He looks insanely attractive tonight, especially in this lighting. The colors somehow glow against his skin, contrasting with the dark and plush sweater he has on. It’s weathered much like this wicker furniture, but you imagine he’s comfortable inside of that sweater, sitting on this furniture, breathing in the same air you’re breathing out. “You always call each date the first one, I’m wondering when it’ll be, like, something more than that?”

           You can hear yourself talking and you can’t help but think you sound fucking stupid, but he chuckles in response. 

“I probably sound lame saying it but, I like that I learn something new about you each time. It’s not my fault that it always feels like a first date with you.” He laughs, making a face towards you that makes you laugh a bit louder than expected. 

“You act like I have something new and interesting to tell you every day,” He cuts you off as you try to speak.

“For instance, today I learned that you don’t even like the coffee I bring to you.” He’s snide when he says it, raising a brow at you. 

“What? Yes, I do!” You defend, definitely lying as you feel your stomach hit the concrete floor of his balcony. You’ve always been a terrible liar.

“Is that why you always leave it in my cup holder pretending like you forgot it?” 

           You narrow your eyes at him but can’t keep up the act much longer as the smile creeps wider across your lips. 

“You’re too observant of me,” You joke, not realizing how true it actually is. “You know I usually spend my days avoiding the idea of people noticing what I do, right?”

           He nods towards you, face fond and droopy from his high. 

“I think you’re cute when you notice that I notice,” he blinks away from you, watching the sun fall and the moon take its rightful spot in the sky. “Besides, if you don’t like it, you’d stop letting me take you out, right?”

           He’s actually looking for confirmation this time, not looking at you, and mostly preparing for the make-it-or-break-it moment now that you’ve finally worked up the courage to stop going with his flow. 

“I think I’m just confused over you wanting to spend time with me at all, actually.” You admit, knowing for a fact that you appear to be the most boring human alive, and not many people stick around to find the actual personality within you. 

           Hongjoong looks at you this time, genuinely shocked that you’d even say that or feel confused over why he chooses to spend time with you.

“Well, I can go down a list of reasons, if you want?”

           You prop yourself up, fixing your posture and wiggling your brows.

“Please, do.” You say, feeling a permanent smile form on your face. 

           Hongjoong claps his hands on his thighs before lifting his legs and turning on the wicker couch to face you, tucking himself into the smallest version of himself as he huddles into his oversized sweater. 

“Alright, for starters, you’re not as boring as you think you are. What person would have climbed that no-trespassing fence with me without asking a single question?” 

           He’s just gloating at you now. Most people would absolutely do that with him. 

“Literally, anyone would have done that with you.”

           He waves you off.

“You like the same anime I like and the same music. You even knew of the band I was in during my senior year of high school!” 

           You nod, he’s got a point there.

“You’re not loud or constantly demanding attention. I like that you just kind of exist. Sometimes I just need to exist too, but people always expect more, you know?” 

           Hongjoong’s eyes trail off, landing on the darkening sky and seeking out the moon. 

“When we hang out, I feel like there’s nothing we actually need to do in order to call it a date. You’re the only person I’ve continuously taken out. You’ve made it clear that you expect nothing from me.”

           You nod, but tilt your head in question as your own eyes follow his gaze to the moon. 

“So, it makes me want to give you everything.”

           Unsure of if it’s the weed talking through him or if he meant what he just said, you still find yourself melting a bit at his voice when he says it. The words feel like they hold a lot of weight for him, and you didn’t even know that weight existed until now. 

“Do you always say these types of things when the moon is in the right position, and the weed is dank as hell?”

           He snorts, tucking his chin into his chest as he laughs before reaching out and swatting you on the shoulder. 

“What I’m trying to get at here, because I know by now that you’re not going to pick up on any hints is that I kind of want this to be the last first date.”

           You find yourself panicking at that, unsure of what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Hongjoong instantly regrets his awful attempt at wording that. “Unmatched wit” his ass, he can genuinely say the dumbest shit in the most important situations. 

“Wait–” He pauses, mouth falling slack as he visibly searches his brain for the correct words. “Okay, let me rephrase that.”

           You wait, feeling relieved at his panic and the slow recovery of what he just said to you. 

“What I meant by last first date, is like, um–” It’s lost on him again as you watch his eyes squint into a smile instead, the sparkle of his eyes matching the glints from his various earrings. “I’m trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, fuck.”

           This. This is another reason why he likes you this much. Though he saw your eyes fall, and though he said what he needed to say incorrectly at first, you didn’t question him. You didn’t put words in his mouth or react in a way that wouldn’t allow his own recovery. His ability to talk to women right now is highly reduced, but his ability to talk to you is forever comfortable even when he fucks up. You let him fuck that up, and now you’re smiling at him and he can’t help but let his heart swell three times its original size. 

“So,” he coughs, looking back to the moon and then back at you. “I guess we can’t have any more first dates if every time we see each other, we are technically, like, dating, right?”

           You snort at his inability to string together a coherent sentence, knowing full well that both of you have the ability to navigate everyday conversations high. Given the fact that the two of you have been in public before pretending like you didn’t just hotbox his car. It’s just that, this isn’t an everyday conversation and you’d like to think that you probably sound like an idiot too. You’re somehow right there with him even if you feel like you’re on two different pages of two different books. 

“You have a point,” you say, managing to fit his words into a sentence that makes sense in your brain. “Delivery could have been better though.” 

           The lighting on his cheekbones says enough about his own permanent smile matching yours. If you believed in fairytales, you’d genuinely think that the two of you are in your own little world with nothing but the moon and expensive ass weed. 

“You’re supposed to say yes, by the way.” Hongjoong urges you, both of you kind of entering into a giggle fit because of the warmth spreading throughout your bodies. 

           You nod, agreeing that, yes, you’ll definitely be his girlfriend. 

 ~

             The first kiss with Hongjoong may have been the warmest you’ve ever felt. It was smooth, a little peckish, and overall quite sweet. Even over the weeks he had been taking you out, he never once kissed you or did little more than be some of the best company you could find yourself with. The first kiss taking place after making things official was something you weren’t used to. 

           And so, that first kiss on his balcony became a second kiss, and then a third and fourth, until the two of you moved into his living room to escape the breeze that had by then made your fingers cold. Fifth, sixth, seventh– and then finally, the eight kiss was one that could have meshed all of the kisses in your life into one. The first heated kiss.

           His couch became more comfortable than it was when you first came here, especially now with him beside you, cradling your face and leaving gentle kisses all along your jawline before trailing back to your lips. He’s your boyfriend now and for some reason, you don’t feel yourself doubting why that is. He is proving to you right now how much he likes you, and you try to do the same for him. Your hazy eyes are unable to stay open for too long under the pressure of his lips fluttering all over your face, and you feel loved for the first time in a long time. 

           It didn’t feel awkward to reach up with your eyes closed to try and put your fingers in his hair, even when you accidentally knocked him on the cheek instead. It didn’t feel like an alarm went off when he tugged at you to pull you over him, leaning himself back on the couch and reaching blindly for the tv remote to avoid the silence in the room save for lips smacking. 

           For the first time with another person, you felt safe and at home when his hands were roaming your body. 

           Both jackets were already off, and your cold fingers warmed up in his as he would eventually intertwine his fingers with yours as he kissed you. It didn’t feel rushed, and maybe it was just because you both were in a lazy state of peaked high, but you can almost feel every single touch be amplified. You’d be lying if you said your entire body wasn’t tingling. More silent than it has ever been between the two of you, it still feels like it’s where you should be.

           Hongjoong’s fingers in yours, his lips on yours, his tongue licking against yours, all of it is good. The sensations swam throughout your body to the point that you barely even notice that you’re turned on.

           Is it too much on the…what was it, seventh date? Is it too much on the first night of being his girlfriend after your first and eighth or thirteenth kiss? His lips are curled into this permanent little smile that tells you otherwise. He’s the one who pulled you on top of him, he’s the one who hasn’t pushed because he somehow knew you were enjoying the steamy make out session too much to let it end here.

           There’s no end goal at this moment with Hongjoong, nothing is telling you that you need to get off or get him off despite your body already tingling for it. There’s no rush with the man under you, with his moon-like eyes and messy dyed hair. He’s just as telling as he always has been, and without a word, you know that at this moment, he would take anything you give him and be perfectly content. 

“I can see you thinking, you know,” Hongjoong whispers, his fingers tightening their grip between your own. “We can just do this, I’m perfectly fine with just this.”

           You shake your head at him, squeezing his fingers and looking at him for a brief moment. Seeing him now like this, with his kissed lips and his hair just as messy as always, it hits you again that he’s yours. Not in a way that’s possessive, but like, he wants to be yours, and he wants you to be his. 

           Your eyes glance down to his lap, with his length sitting firmly between your legs and it makes your heart swell. Typically, men in this position would push you, pull you, and move you around on their arousal to try and get some sort of release but, not Hongjoong. He’s containing himself, assuring you that you don’t have to do anything more. Regardless of you sitting on his thighs, dangerously close to being able to please him this way. 

“Do you want more, though?” You ask him. 

His eyes are half-lidded and looking up at you as you speak, glancing down to your lips again as if he already misses them. You can see his answer in the silence, his grip on your hand tightening as his brain malfunctions at the very idea of you being the one to ask. He wants more for the sake of having you, but he also wants more for the sake of pleasing you. 

“Yeah?” You ask for confirmation of his silent answer, leaning down to kiss against the corner of his mouth before leaning back again. 

           He gives you a reassuring nod, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, onto his hardened length with a soft mewl at you. 

“I do,” he whispers against your ear, nuzzling his nose against your neck and trying to prevent his hips from bucking up as you sit on him. “I can give you more, too.”

           The way he says it to you with a soft rasp makes your stomach do flips, almost as if he’s pleading for you to let him, it makes your entire body tingle. Never has a man made you feel this way when you’re being intimate. You suppose Hongjoong is right though, from what he said before, about how almost every date appears to be the first one with the number of new things you learn about each other.

           You don’t need to respond to him though, because almost immediately after those words you turn your face slightly to kiss his temple, and he instantly releases your hand and puts it on the other side of your waist. Practically caging you against him as he holds you in place and dips back in to kiss you. 

           Within that kiss, you can hear his need. Throaty groans as he presses his length against you. Only the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric can be heard but it’s kind of a pretty sound. His weathered sweater feels warm when you tangle your fingers into the loosened fringe along his neck like, trying to work your hips to match his within this tight hug. 

           By the time he notices that you’re moving your hips on him, his grip loosens and he pulls back from the kiss, watching you pull yourself up and planting your arms on his shoulders to actually grind against him. 

           He runs his hands up and down your waist at this point, eyes watching the way you work yourself against him with a deep and burning fondness. He appears to be in awe, a crooked smirk appearing on his softened and kissed lips.

“You know,” Hongjoong chuckles softly, closing one eye and focusing on the feeling of the dry drag against him.. “It might just be because I’m high but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good with denim practically rubbing me raw–”

           Your hips stop, and you try to ignore the fact that on any other day, those words would have absolutely ruined the mood, but for some reason, it doesn’t. You let out a breathy laugh, falling forward and laughing against his neck. The moon must be in the right position or something tonight, because everything does feel insanely good. Then again, maybe it’s just that he’s in the right position, or maybe it’s just you.

“Why would you–” You cut yourself off as you laugh, breathing in the scent of him once more before leaning back and backing off of his lap slightly. The look he gives you is nothing but fond and it kind of makes you feel more dazed than you already do. “Let's take them off then?” 

           Hongjoong gives you a polite nod, his hands releasing you but still chasing your warmth as you pull yourself off of him and wait for him to remove his pants. 

           He’s quick with it, of course, and you take it another step further to take yours off too, not looking him in the eye as you do it. Almost to hope that he doesn’t see you do it, to hope that he won’t think about it, or smile at it, or make a comment on it.

           Thankfully, he doesn’t and when you sit back on his lap, feeling his bare legs against yours and noting how fucking warm his skin is, all you can do is pretend like feeling someone else’s skin against yours is supposed to feel fleeting like this. 

           Your panties sit against his boxers now, and his warmth seeps through you so fast that you want to feel more. See more, touch more, kiss more, love more. You don’t hesitate to loop your fingers into a particularly big rip on his sweater and tug on it.

“This too?” He tilts his head, his own hand fiddling with the same rip that your fingers are intertwined with, and then looks away shyly..

All you can do is feel yourself spiraling further into the feeling of being with him. He’s got one strand of hair standing stiffly too, probably from the static of the couch rubbing against it, but it’s cute. It’s attractive, everything about him is attractive. 

His eyes continue to avoid your eyes when he lifts his sweater off of him, shivering at the cool apartment air hitting his skin all over rather than just through those rips and tears. You take note, especially when he does look at you and pulls you down into a kiss again as quickly as he can. He’s not letting you see him like this, bare from the waist up and almost from the waist down. 

The two of you must have been one soul at one point because you know what he’s doing and never have you had to be the one on the other side of this situation. Usually, you’re the one hiding when it feels overwhelming, you’re the one imagining that the person with you would be searching for imperfections. You pull back from his kiss, looking into his eyes before glancing down at his bare chest and stomach.

“You’re being shy,” You comment, leaning down to plant a kiss on his collarbone before looking back at him and tilting your head. “You’re never shy.” 

You work up the confidence in yourself now, lifting your shirt off and doing your best not to immediately mimic what he’s already done. Meaning, you don’t hide your exposed skin and instead, you try to sit proudly on top of him.

Hongjoong just watches, his lips falling slack at your bareness with a relieved sigh.

“How can I not be shy right now?” he smiles, leaning himself up this time and kissing against the plush flesh of your breast. 

           You sigh at the feeling of his lips against your chest, fingers automatically finding their way into his hair as you focus on the feeling. The emotion of it all sends you into overdrive because really? Everything about Hongjoong is loud, and you’re making him shy?

           The goosebumps continuously rise and fall as he works his lips across one breast to the other, up until his fingers are pushing the fabric of your bra to the side. He pulls back momentarily to look at them, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before looking up at your face. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” Hongjoong admits, dipping in and flicking one of your nipples with his tongue. 

“Oh?” You ask, officially grinding your hips again on his lap, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. The drag feels lighter now that there’s not much fabric preventing the feeling. “For how long?”

“Third date,” he admits, trailing back to the other breast and sucking just next to your nipple, his other hand easily stimulating the one he just neglected. “Didn’t want to rush with you though, I’m always rushing.”

           You hum at his words, feeling special. All he makes you feel is special. And when he finally releases your chest from his mouth and falls back against the couch, even the way he looks at you confirms that your feelings about this aren’t unfounded. 

           You put more effort into your hips now, your mind spinning by this point at the way his touches are gentle. His chest rises and falls with each perfect drag up his length, small mewls of pleasure spilling from his lips every few seconds. Still, he just looks at you. 

           There’s really no rush here and the scary part about it is that you’re already so worked up that you wouldn’t mind a bit of rushing by this point.

           More and more you move your hips, and more and more Hongjoong appears to lose his composure. His hands gripping at you, his eyes unable to stay on one part of your body for too long, his teeth showing as he bites his lip just to compose himself from making the next step– and then–

           There it is. There he is, lunging forward and grabbing you, pulling you so close to him that your core is now seated directly on the head of his leaking cock. He moans at the pressure, kissing against your lips with so much passion that you wonder if he know’s how hot that was. 

           He’s lost in the moment and you can’t help but love it. With the way one of his hands holds your cheek as he kisses you and the other finds itself against your ass to push and pull you on his lap. At this point, you wonder if he could get off this way. With the way he’s acting, you think he could. Easily.

“Hongjoong,” You manage to gasp during the short breath between his frantic kiss. “We can–” 

           You’re cut off by him kissing you again, his hand guiding you down and forward on his length in a way that tells you he’s listening. He’s imagining what you’re about to say. 

“We can,” He groans in an answer to your unfinished question, taking in a deep breath when he pulls back from the kiss and looking down to see the head of his cock occasionally peeking from the waistband of his boxers. “Just tell me what you want.”

           Words escape you in that moment, so you use your body instead. Scooting back and almost taking the boxers with you you see a glimpse of his length. Heavy, leaking, twitching at the loss of your weight against it. You stare, wanting to devour this man whole at that moment but you hold back. You can give him head another time, honestly. After spending so long making out, grinding, and him playing with your breasts? You’re kind of ready to rush. Even just for a moment. 

           He watches your hands as they lower the boxers further, pulling them down until you can tuck them under your thighs to hold them in place. There, you just look at his cock and he just looks at you. 

           After a few seconds, you glance at him with shy eyes, blinking in a way to try and hide your blatant lust for what’s between his legs. He might believe that seeing you look at him this way is the best thing he’s ever experienced. His cock twitches unintentionally when he notices your blown pupils, especially when his eyes trail down. Now that the seat of your panties isn’t grinding against him, he can see a glimpse of the darkened wet spot.

           Now what to do? The two of you sitting here, horny out of your goddamn mind and the weed on top of it amplifying every touch, you can imagine that you both look like a pair of deer in headlights. 

           Hongjoong finishes what you started though, running his hand down your sides before grabbing himself and gently pumping once. You watch as he gathers the dripping pre-cum in his palm before smoothing it down his entire length while his eyes never leave the spot between your legs. Then he continues that, touching himself as you’re on him as if to tell you that he can finish himself off so you don’t have to. 

           Without really thinking, you find your own hand doing the same, sliding down your panties and the instant your fingers bump against your clit, you jolt and find yourself letting out a soft and pained moan at the sensitivity. 

“That–” Hongjoong takes in a sharp breath at the sound, squeezing the base of his cock with his hand and closing his eyes. “sounded so fucking pretty.”

           It wasn’t intentional and for a brief moment, you felt embarrassed by the sound. Once again though, Hongjoong pulls that confidence out of you like it’s what he was born to do. At this point though, your legs feel like jelly after being spread on top of him for so long and you think he can tell. 

“Mm, let’s move,” He comments, releasing his cock and tapping you with the other hand to stand up. “Lay back, I'll do the rest.”

           He gently instructs you, grabbing a pillow and placing it at the end of the couch for your head to lay against. You do so without question, both your legs and heart are weak at seeing him like this. 

“There, better?” He asks after you lay back. He leans over your side after a short nod from you and leaves a gentle kiss against your lips before placing his hand against your thigh. “Can I take these off?” 

           You nod, feeling him slip your panties down your legs before you watch him shimmy off his own boxers. 

           There, there it is. Both of you are entirely vulnerable to each other for the first time and you don’t feel a hint of wanting to stop. Not a worry, doubt, or insecurity can or will stop you at this moment. 

           He doesn’t let his eyes linger for too long at your exposed core just yet and instead he opts to place himself between your legs before leaning down and kissing you much like before. He can’t get enough of your lips if he’s being honest though. 

           You can feel the weight of his cock resting between your thigh and pussy and it does nothing more than make you want it more. You want him so bad by this point that you can’t really question how dumb you could sound actually asking for it. 

“Can you, like–” Your words are lost on you when he pulls back with a small smile and a curious look.

“Do you want to?” He asks, despite knowing this is where the situation was headed.

           You give a shy nod, reaching your hand down between the two of you and gripping him yourself for the first time. 

           He lets out a shaky breath with a laugh, humping his hips forward and into your hand intentionally when he does it. 

“Fuck,” He seethes out. “Yeah, okay.” He sighs this time, without shame still fucking himself into your hand and showing a desperate need for what you’re asking for. 

           You can’t help but get lost in it. Your hand guided his cock down and against your clit for a brief moment of sensitive relief before releasing a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding when you position him at your entrance. 

           He pushes in without holding back, but he’s slow with it. The head of his cock sank into the warm and clenched walls causing a pleasant stretch. Both of you let out a moan at this, feeling him push in slowly, continuously, until he’s bottomed out and nuzzling against your ear. 

“Sound so pretty when you moan,” he babbles against your ear, leaving wet and warm condensation from his breath there. “You could drive me insane like this.”

           You moan again, not entirely for his pleasure but simply because it feels so good. His cock pulsing inside of you when you clench around him, his soft voice in your ear. Sensory overload has never felt so fucking euphoric to you. 

“Like that, yeah.” Hongjoong rasps out this time, pulling his head back in time with his hips. Almost emptying you entirely before pushing back in with that same languid drag of his hips. His eyes are on you now though, arms at either side of your head as he works up a lazy kind of rhythm. One that offers a deep thrust each time. 

           You can’t help the sounds that fall from your lips, and you can’t help that your pussy is throbbing around him, and certainly, you can’t help that the feeling of one of his hands moving to your chest before dipping his head down and sucking against it makes you moan out a bit louder. 

           With each moan, he almost mimics you with his own. He’s riding off of the pleasure he’s giving to you. Then again, he’s always been fond of pretty sounds. Music is his passion but hearing you make such delicate sounds for him makes his head spin in all sorts of directions. 

           His thrusts become more pointed after a few minutes, fucking into you at a pace that feels equally as deep but more powerful now. Your hands grip at anything you can get ahold of, meaning, you grip him. His arms, his back, and then finally you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down.

           His hips stutter at that before he grabs one of your legs and hikes it up and around his waist. This allows him to position himself slightly differently, fucking into you at an angle as his lips immediately fall to yours with a breathy laugh. 

           You can’t kiss him back this time though, with the new angle he’s driving into you causing his cock to bump repeatedly against a soft spot inside of you. Your mouth is left slack, releasing empty moans against his attempts to kiss you.

           He takes intense note of it, keeping up his pace and falling in love with the way you react to this angle. His hands find purchase above your head and he leans back to watch you as he fucks into you. 

“God,” He says slightly out of breath, dipping in briefly to kiss you on the forehead. “I’m going to come in about five seconds if you keep doing this.”

           Your eyes roll back slightly at his words and instantly you’re shoving your hand between the two of you to push yourself over the edge. He swats your hand away though, still fucking into you all while intertwining his fingers with yours and using his other hand to do the work for you. 

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” He says, rubbing his fingers in harsh circles around your sensitive clit. “Let me take care of you,” he adds in a huff, his hips becoming more frantic each time he feels your pussy tense around him. 

           Just like that, you’re releasing in waves with trembling legs. To the point that you throw your other leg around his waist and essentially push him into you with such force that he can’t even thrust anymore. You hold him there, riding out your high and struggling to comprehend the fact that this man isn’t always attached to you like this. 

           He lays there, his head forced into the crook of your neck as he feels you come around him, clenching him so tightly that he can’t really help it either. Your warm and wet pussy is absolutely soaking him and all he can do is let it. All he can do is feel it, to the point that he’s driven over the edge too. 

           Even when you release your death grip hug, he stays in place, nuzzling further against your neck with choked moans and tight presses of his hips. He’s trying to drive his cock deeper than it can go as he releases it, the feeling too good for him to think straight. You run your fingers through his hair as he does it, trailing your fingernails down to his neck and across his back. 

           You can feel the goosebumps on his skin under your fingers, and when his body finally goes limp on top of you, all you can do is continue that motion. Scratching, rubbing, soothing him through both of your post-orgasm brain fog. 

 ~

             Becoming Hongjoong’s girlfriend was something that should have been expected if you’re being honest. It should be a normal relationship, with normal arguments, and normal sex. Except it’s not. 

           The relationship is anything but normal but you’d like to say you prefer it this way. With the late night dates to empty parking lots just to be outside of your own spaces, the gas station runs where the two of you need to buy every snack known to man to satiate your munchies. The repeat tv shows playing on his television because you never quite catch what happened in episode six despite watching in four times. To be fair, episode six always comes on when you’re almost entirely wrapped up with your boyfriend. 

His hands are always stained with hair dye because he can’t be bothered to wear gloves, your hands are stained with hair dye too because you can’t not run your fingers through it when he’s between your legs. He’s always adding color to your life, be it literally or emotionally.

           There’s something strange about the way he balances you. In public with him, all attention is on his ripped clothes and shining piercings and a quirk of the brow always comes when they see you holding his hand. 

You kind of like the attention these days though. 

#hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #ateez smut

[kaminocasey]

My Trigger Part 2

Summary: You and Fives finally have a heart to heart.

Pairing: Fives x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Slight Angst, Smut.

WC: 2.6K

A/N: Y'all... this Fives fic... I just really love him.

Part One

The base is quiet this time of night. Everyone is either in bed or out at 79s. You follow Fives to the mess hall, where he quietly leads you around the counter, back to the kitchen.

“Um, Fives… I don’t think we’re supposed to be back here.” You chuckle, quietly.

“Then, we better not get caught, right?” He looks down at you and winks, making your stomach flutter.

Does he have any idea what he does to you? 

He leads you to the fridges where he grabs a couple of sandwiches and drinks and then leads you out the back door, motioning for you to follow him. You’re afraid of getting caught and thrown on janitorial duty so you look around you, making sure no one is around. Fives heads behind the barracks and motions for you to go up the fire escape to the top of the building. 

“I’m in a dress. You go first.” You laugh. 

You notice the way he subtly eyes your legs. “Alright.” 

When he gets up to the first platform of the fire escape with the sandwiches and drinks safely tucked under his chin, you follow behind him. He heads up the next steps where he reaches the top of the building. When you reach the top, he takes your hand and helps you up the last step.

The view is instantly breathtaking. You look out at the Coruscant skyline, seeing the Senate Dome and the Jedi Temple against all the skyscrapers. 

“Wow.” You whisper.

“Right?” Fives smiles at you and sits on the other ledge, patting the spot next to him. 

You join him and he hands you a sandwich and drink. 

“You come up here often?” You ask him as you take a bite.

He nods. “When I start to feel overwhelmed, I come up here to think. I actually came up here right after meeting you.” 

“You did?” You can feel the surprise and confusion on your face.

He rubs the back of his neck. “I was an asshole when we met. I didn’t mean to be, I promise.” 

“So, why did you act like that?” You ask him. 

“You smiled so warmly at me and I felt my heart clench. I had just become an arc trooper, you know. We’re pretty much coworkers.” He chuckles. “If I got caught romancing the new pretty medic, I’d imagine people probably wouldn’t take me seriously.”

“You really think you’re that irresistible, huh?” You tease him, earning a genuine laugh from him.

“I’m still sorry.” He smiles and then he looks down at the ground below you. “And I’m sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay, Fives. No need to be sorry. It’s your life.” You shrug, trying to hide the hurt that you felt finding Fives with that woman.

He shakes his head. “It’s not okay… I started to… you know… but you popped into my head and then you came into the fresher and I just want you to know I was never upset with you… I was upset with myself.” 

You nod, understanding, and place a hand on his arm. He puts his hand over yours, smiling softly at you. 

“Maybe we can… start over?” You suggest. 

“Nothing would make me happier.” The tension in his shoulders visibly dissipates. 

So you sit there, eating your sandwiches while looking out at the Coruscant skyline, finally finding a friendship within each other that neither of you knew you were lacking.

A few weeks go by and you and Fives are practically inseparable now. You don’t feel the need to walk on eggshells when he’s around. He always grins immediately when he sees you. It’s nice. 

When you’re taking inventory of medical supplies, chatting with Kix, Fives strolls in, waiting for you by the door.

“Your boyfriend is here.” Kix smirks quietly. 

“Not my boyfriend.” You roll your eyes then turn to Fives. “I’m almost done.”

“No rush.” Fives smiles, sitting by the door to wait patiently. 

Kix gives you a look and you shake your head at him, continuing to take inventory. You and Fives are just friends now and that’s fine by you. You’ve put your romantic feelings for Fives on hold so that you can just enjoy being friends with him. Mostly. 

Sometimes, he’ll be sitting so close to you and bump his knee against yours and you feel that fluttery feeling in your stomach. You do your best to shove it down and ignore it. 

“Alright. Done. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You tell Kix.

“Have fun.” Kix winks and you ignore him and head out with Fives.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” You ask Fives. “79s with the guys?” 

“Not tonight.” He smiles. 

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Go get dressed. Wear something nice but warm.” He smiles, pushing you toward the hall that your barracks are in. 

You look back at him as you near your barracks and he’s already turned away from you, pacing while flexing his hands, looking almost nervous. Something you’ve never seen Fives be, so you can’t be sure.

You quickly get dressed, throwing on a long sleeved dress that you’ve only worn a couple of times. You grab your jacket and head back down toward Fives, who’s still pacing.

“What’s up with you tonight?” You ask him.

He stops to look at you and clearly whatever was on his mind is pushed away because he’s grinning at you now. 

“How do you always manage to look so good?” He asks you.

You roll your eyes, bashfully. “Stop it.”

He offers his arm and you take it, pleasantly surprised. He leads you both outside to the road so that you can catch a cab. 

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” You ask him.

“Nope.” He smirks as he hands the cabbie a piece of paper. 

You look at him suspiciously and all he can do is smile at you as he puts his arm around you. 

“Would you just trust me? Where’s your sense of adventure?” He teases you, lightly shaking your shoulder.

“Famous last words.” You laugh.

You watch the Coruscant skyline go by as you head to a part of the city you’ve never been to. After fifteen minutes, the cabbie finally stops, pulling up to an amphitheater. You look at Fives and he’s grinning at you, clearly excited. He hands the cabbie a few credits and ushers you out of the cab. 

He rests his hand on the lower part of your back, leading you to an entrance that leads to the stairs of the outdoor theater. It’s not very full, maybe about 100 or so people scattered throughout the stands. Fives leads you down to a middle section where no one is sitting and then you sit. 

The lights hit the stage and a woman walks out on stage introducing the show. It’s an Opera of your favorite book. You look at Fives, shocked. He’s not been able to stop smiling the entire time.

“How did you-” You struggle for words.

He shrugs. “I remember the things you tell me. I heard people talking about it at 79s last week and I knew I had to take you.” 

If you weren’t trying to keep your friendship intact, you’d throw your arms around him and kiss him. Instead, you squeeze his hand and thank him. He looks down at your hands and you follow his gaze. You start to pull away but he just squeezes your hand again and keeps them there between the two of you. 

Throughout the show, you find yourself leaning against Fives. You can’t help it, he’s just warm. When you cry, he can’t help but smile at how into it you are. 

When the show ends, you look at him, wiping your eyes. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He pulls your hands up to his lips, kissing your hand. 

You let out a soft breath, watching his lips. He cups your cheek and you close your eyes at the warm feeling against your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs.

“You are.” You open your eyes to find him looking at you so softly.

Please kiss me, you think to yourself. 

He doesn’t though. He pulls his hand away and you miss the feeling immediately. Maybe he just did this all to be a really good friend and to try to make up for being a jerk. 

“You ready?” He stands up.

“Yeah.” You nod. 

You catch another cab back to base, neither one saying anything the whole ride. When you get back to base, he walks back with you to your barracks. 

“Thank you for tonight.” You smile up at him, leaning against your door. 

Fives smiles softly at you. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

Neither of you say anything else so you open the door to your barracks. 

“Goodnight.” He squeezes your arm.

“Goodnight, Fives.” You try to hide your disappointment that he didn’t kiss you.

He starts to walk away so you close your door. 

Ugh. How could you think that he still thinks of you that way, you chide yourself for getting attached like that all over again. You should know better than that. You’ve been through this before. Are you really any better at staying friends? Not telling him is making you miserable. Maybe you can just tell him and if he doesn’t want to be friends with you, then fine. You can get past it, eventually.

Before you can change your mind, you open your door to go run after him. As soon as the door slides open, you’re face to face with Fives who looks like he was about to knock.

“Fives.” You murmur at the same time that he says your name and you both laugh. 

“I’m crazy about you.” He tells you. “And I think you’re crazy about me too.”

You nod, grinning. 

“Good.” He says before crushing his lips to yours and pushing you into your room, letting the door slide closed behind you. 

He pushes you up against the wall, pushing his hardened length against your thigh. You moan into the kiss and he slides his hands up into your hair. 

“Want you so bad.” He pants against your lips. “Not a day has gone by where I haven’t thought about kissing these perfect lips.”

“Wait.” You push him away only slightly. “What is this? What do you want?” 

“I only want you.” He rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re sure?” You ask him.

“I swear. You’re the only person I’ve ever thought about waking up next to. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” He tells you, his voice deep. 

“I don’t want to end up heartbroken over you, Fives.” You pull away so you can look him in the eyes. 

“I won’t break your heart.” He promises you. 

“How can you know that?” You ask him.

“Because I’m in love with you.” He tells you like it’s the most simple thing in the world.

Maybe it is.

“You are?” You ask, softly, barely above a whisper.

He nods. “Since the moment you straddled my thighs and fixed up my chest, I was gone. There’s only ever been you.”

Your heart clenches and you lean into him, brushing your lips against his again. He gently wraps you in his arms and you feel truly safe for the first time ever.

The next morning, you wake up in Fives’ arms, your back against his chest as he softly snores. You can’t help but smile to yourself. You kiss his arm and he barely stirs. You chuckle softly, kissing along his arm some more. 

“Mm.” He barely hums, pulling you against his chest. 

You feel his length poking against your butt. You can’t help but smirk. You hadn’t even done anything the night before but cuddle and talk before both of you could no longer stay awake. 

You gently grind your ass against his length and his arms tighten around you as he groans, pushing against your ass some more. Your dress had ridden up at some point so it’s just your underwear and his pants between you.

You push back against him, grinding a little harder against his throbbing length. His hand travels up to your breast, groping you tightly. 

“Fuck, mesh’la. Warn a guy before you wake him up like that.” He laughs breathlessly.

You laugh softly. “You’re the one poking me.” 

“Oh… sorry.” He starts to shy away but you reach your arm back to keep his length against your ass. “You… sure?”

“Please.” You whisper.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He reaches down to release his length from its confinements as you shimmy your panties down, kicking them to the end of your bed. 

He reaches his hand down in front of you, starting to tease your clit. You gasp against your pillow and he kisses your neck. You whimper as he rubs perfect circles over your clit. 

“That feel good, baby?” He whispers deeply against your ear.

“Fuck, yes.” You moan, rutting against his hardened length.

He moans with satisfaction. “Tell me.”

“Your fingers… feel so good.” You whine. “Want your cock.”

“Ask nicely.” He teases you.

“Fuck, Fives… Please.” You groan.

He starts to slip the tip of his cock down a little further where he’s met with your soaked warmth. He groans into your neck, biting down with lust. You push back against him, trying to get him to slide further into you.

Fives slips completely inside and both of you let out loud moans. His fingers continue rubbing your clit and you completely fall apart on his cock, moaning and whimpering for him as he thrusts deeply into you, hitting against the spot inside of you that no one’s ever reached before.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He thrusts harder into you.

You feel your orgasm approaching and you want to convey that to him but you can barely get words out. You feel yourself clenching tighter around him and it’s as if he suddenly gets it.

“Ooh, you’re about to cum on my cock, aren’t you mesh’la? Is that what you want?” He asks you, his voice still a little sleepy and raspy, and all you can do is nod. 

He flips you over on your stomach and pounds into you, slamming his hips against your ass as he pulls his fingers away from your clit to stick them in your mouth, getting them nice and wet. You can’t help the sinful moan that escapes your mouth around his fingers and he grins as returns the soaked fingers to your clit and applying more pressure, which makes you cum almost instantly, making your eyes practically roll back in your head as your body goes white hot and you scream against your pillow for Fives. Making you cum so hard is what sends him over the edge, groaning loudly as he fills your cunt so full that it starts spilling out of your tight hole all over him and your sheets. 

It takes you both a while to come down from that, panting against each other. He pulls out of you and his cum slides out of you with him. You turn over to face him, feeling your soaked sheets against your bare legs that are absolutely going to need changed. You really can’t bring yourself to care as you look at the man you love, watching you with a grin.

“I’ve never cum so hard in my life.” He laughs.

“Makes two of us.” You kiss his peck as you lift your head for him to slide his arm around you and pull you in for a deep kiss.

“I love you too, you know. And not just because that was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re my best friend.” You tell him. “I want to wake up next to you every day, too.”

“Nothing would make me happier.” He promises you with another long kiss before you get up to start your day. “Except maybe taking a shower with you right now.”

You laugh. “Deal.”

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#Arc Trooper Fives #TCW #The Clone Wars #Tcw Fives #tcw fives x you #tcw fives x reader

[irondad-defensesquad]

Fly away, skyline pigeon

(also posted on AO3!)

--

It’s a beautiful day today. And a special one at that.

Not that anyone remembers that.

Tony waits outside, carrying his loyal bag (that secretly hides the book he took from the library and hasn’t returned since). He rocks himself back and forth, still in uniform. His shoes are kind of uncomfortable. They feel like Dad’s shoes…

He wonders if he’ll show up this time.

Well, that’s what he asks every single weekend.

There’s not really a place to sit out here and he doesn’t want to get dirt on his uniform. At least it doesn’t take long for Tony to see the car.

He gulps and adjusts his tie. Even though he’s going home.

As the car approaches…

There’s no one in the back seat.

Once the vehicle stops, only one man appears. He’s well dressed but he’s not his father.

“Master Tony.”

Jarvis is smiling at him.

Tony still expects someone else to miraculously come out of the car.

…

“Let me take your bag, sir.”

Tony cringes at the “sir”, as he always does, but he doesn’t mention it. The bag is not even that heavy, but Jarvis takes it either way to put in the trunk. Tony opens the door himself, having all that space for himself. Jarvis doesn’t question it and they take off, leaving the fields to return to the Stark mansion.

Tony has questions. But he probably knows the answers.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, Master Tony?”

“Where…” the boy hesitates. “Where’s Mom?”

At some point, Mom would fill Howard’s absence with her warm hugs and sweet kisses. But nowadays, it kind of feels like she gave up on him now that he’s in boarding school.

“I’m afraid she’s with your father, arranging your birthday party.”

“Oh.”

He knew that.

Then, why is he… disappointed? He doesn’t even like going home.

But today is different, isn’t it? They should be here. Yet they’re more worried about the party than him.

Tony doesn’t cry, though. Crying is for sissies, like his father says.

So, he distracts himself with the landscape – the big wide blue sky, the birds flying away, the open green fields… Tony sees the birds flying, free.

(What he could give to fly away with them…)

Gradually, the freedom is being filled by the city concrete, the many houses and cars and buildings. Tony sighs, head glued to the window. He feels nothing inside him. This is just another day. The party doesn’t even matter. He’s just going to have to be stiff and greet his parents’ business partners and he’s going to fail at befriending their kids who don’t even like him.

They have so many of these parties, that it’s really no different when it’s Tony’s birthday.

He wishes he could’ve stayed in school.

…

Wait.

They’re not going home.

He knows that way.

But… why?

“Jarvis, where are we going?” Tony asks either way.

“Oh, I just thought we might take a little detour before heading home.”

They soon stop at Jarvis’ destination, apparently.

Tony hasn’t been here in forever. The last time he was here was when Mom was still picking him up from school.

“Do you want to get some ice cream?” Jarvis wonders.

“Well, yeah… but…”

The butler just waits. He’s very much ready to leave. He values Tony’s decision.

The young boy looks at the empty space next to him. As much as he’s grown used to it, he just wants one different day. One different birthday.

Tony sighs and… smiles.

“Nevermind. Let’s go.”

--

This is the one Häagen-Dazs in their neighborhood that his mother has always loved. It’s very weird being here without her. She always ordered vanilla ice cream while he got chocolate, then they would try each other’s flavors.

Things just aren’t the same anymore.

“You can order anything you want, sir,” Jarvis tells him.

Tony’s eyes widen. “Hey, Jarvis, I have money with me.”

“Nonsense, today is a special day. You deserve all the ice cream you want.”

The young Stark would’ve declined, but Jarvis sounds so truthful that Tony can’t really contest it. With this, Tony gets an ice cream cone with chocolate and, this time, coffee. He’s eating it quietly while Jarvis briefly leaves, coming back with a handful of napkins.

“We don’t want Master Tony getting ice cream on his school uniform, do we?” Jarvis points out.

Oh, right. Tony forgot he’s still in uniform.

The butler usually stands on his feet with a blank face, ready for any demand. But now that it’s just Tony, Jarvis is… sitting with him? They’re facing one another? Jarvis is always so serious and formal. Well, he still calls the boy “sir” or “Master Tony”, but right now he’s the most casual Tony has seen him.

Tony eventually realizes something.

“You’re not going to get anything?”

Jarvis looks at him in confusion. “Pardon?”

“You don’t want any ice cream?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“No, come on. Try mine.”

“Really?” Jarvis smirks.

“Yeah, really. Well, I dunno if you like chocolate or coffee, but you gotta try it.”

“Why, thank you.”

Jarvis takes a very small bite with the paddle. He hums and seems content.

“You have great taste, Master Tony,” he compliments.

“You barely tasted anything!”

Jarvis’ grin is contagious, so much that Tony is laughing.

“Alright, alright.” He takes a slightly bigger piece. He hums again, pleased. “Like I said, you have great taste.”

“Told you,” Tony smiles.

They are quiet again.

Tony kind of misses the vanilla.

He could order it later, if he wants.

But is it going to be the same thing?

“How has school been, sir?” Jarvis asks, maybe noticing his smile falling.

“It’s fine.”

“Have you built anything?”

“Nothing interesting.”

“I’m sure everything you build is interesting.”

“Tell that to Dad.”

Tony feels terrible sounding so rude. But everything in his head decides to crash down and he’s not even able to apologize to his butler.

“... why?”

“Why what?” Jarvis raises an eyebrow.

“Why did you bring me here?” Tony doesn’t raise his voice, but he certainly still sounds bitter. “Did Mom and Dad ask you to? Or did you just feel sorry for me?”

Jarvis doesn’t react the same way. He’s completely calm. Tony doesn’t understand.

“It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?” The man says genuinely. Like there are no other intentions behind it. He really just wanted to be here with Tony. After all, he could just do his job and pretend the boy doesn’t exist.

But he’s being the most considerate out of the adults in his life.

Why?

“... you didn’t have to do this,” he says instead.

He definitely sounds ungrateful, but he feels so guilty.

Jarvis comes a little closer to say something only Tony should hear.

“Well, it’s your special day. You don’t need to be Tony Stark right now. You can be just Tony, a boy who likes ice cream.”

And that’s how Jarvis sees him. A boy named Tony. Just a boy.

That shuts him up for good.

There are so many feelings inside him…

But they’re not all that bad.

--

The party goes on like his parents intended. Tony is stuck with a lot of people that couldn’t care less, as usual.

But now… now Tony knows that at least one person in this world is rooting for him, in the back. Jarvis, of course, is working tonight. Still, every time he sees Tony, he gives him an encouraging smile that no one else notices.

Throughout the party, the boy finally realizes what he must do. The real words he wants to say.

It’s already over, only the staff and his parents are around to put everything away. Tony flees when nobody's looking, hiding something precious in his hands. Luckily, he finds Jarvis in the kitchen and he’s by himself.

“Pssst,” Tony tries to catch his attention, which works.

“Ah, hello, Master Tony. Do you need anything?”

“Actually…” Tony looks behind him. “I wanted to give you something.”

“I thought it was your birthday?” Jarvis jokes.

“Yeah, and I want you to have some cake.”

Even though it’s not really a present, Jarvis still looks surprised. He holds the cake like it’s a precious invention. Even though Tony didn’t really make it.

“Well, it’s fine if you don’t like it,” Tony rubs his own arm shyly. “I just wanted to say…”

He looks in so many directions, wanting to do one particular thing, but not sure if it’ll be unwelcome. And Jarvis is just there, looking at Tony like he’s a boy made of gold and not iron.

Finally, Tony looks behind them, checking if anyone is around.

Either way, he’ll be quick.

So… he does it.

“... thank you, Jarvis.”

Tony hugs Jarvis by his waist. For a brief moment, his mind tells him it’s going to go wrong. But before he can let go and pretend it never happened… Jarvis wraps an arm around him, patting his back. The other hand is probably still holding the cake. Even then, it’s so warm and welcoming that Tony could stay here forever.

“Always for you, sir.” He can tell Jarvis is smiling.

As much as home sucks… now Tony has a reason to come home.

#tony stark #edwin jarvis #dad jarvis #(is this a tag? lol) #abuse mention tw #neglect mention tw #fanfiction #fics #my fics #food mention

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

hay happy new year and because it's new years. New years ask: on new years (Young Justice tv series season 1) Conner's friends all have plans for the new Year so he on his own for it. But Jon's friends also have plans so he's on his own to. Hearing how both of them are on their own they decided to hang out for the new Year and they do it with Clark and Lois:

1: what do Conner and Jon together during the day?

2: when do Conner and Jon go to pass the time for new years?

3: when it's night time both of them get ready to go out along with Lois and Clark what do the 4 of them wear for the new years?

4: dose Jon convince Conner to wear some new years stuff like glasses or a hat and if so what does Conner wear?

5: where do the family go to the new years specifically a place where their a screen doing the countdown?

6: when the fireworks start the family heads to the top of the daily planet what do they do on top of it other then seeing the fireworks?

A Happy 2024 to you as well @we-cross-universe-king-relate and since we’re here, oh why not, I’ll give this a quick shot

1) Maybe in the daytime, take a walk out in either Metropolis’ Centennial Park or should they feel the mood for letting their powers lose, out in the fields of the Kent farm, taking in all the sight and sounds together. Also I can see Jon showing Conner some of his video games they can play together, to which Conner picks up on being able to play quickly given his learning skills.

2) Mostly likely back at Mt Justice where no doubt both Wolf and Sphere are waiting for them and given some company

3) While Lois is decked out in a purple silky dress with black pants and black dress shoes, ll three boys are matching in blue and red tuxedos with white undershirts and their names stitched on their backs. These were contrary of Martha who felt it fits the occasion.

4) He would after giving some puppy eyes, to which Conner mainly wears some shades that are shaped like 2024. They look a bit small on him but they don’t feel tight surprisingly enough so he doesn’t really complain about it

5) No doubt Metropolis’ equivalent of Times Square are where the Kents spend the last hours of the year along with thousands up to a million Metropolitans in the crowds.

6) Clark packed up a small picnic basket full of treats Martha made for them so you can sure bet the family as a whole can enjoy said treats as the blazing sparks flying and explode in the skyline they watch. During it, Clark and Lois kiss, much to Conner’s confused when he sees Jon act disgusted by it saying “Blegh! Is now the best time to do that?”

#connor kent #jonathan samuel kent #clark kent #lois lane #new year #young justice animated

[this-brownie]

04.20.24

A reflection of Jenifer’s past birthdays

2016- After college (when all my friends graduated anyway) and after I had come back from Boston, I felt like I had a new lease on life and wanted to celebrate everything. I don’t think I ever got a chance to celebrate Jenifer’s birthday during high school because it was in the summer and her parents were too strict about letting her leave the house. Once I called and her dad picked up and said she couldn’t come to the phone (he probably just didn’t want anyone distracting Jenifer from her studies) and I got too nervous to tell him “ok, wish her a happy birthday from me.” Jenifer said her parents never acknowledged her birthday. After graduating she had a little bit of freedom so I wanted to make her day special. I researched nice restaurants that had beautiful views, great food but weren’t too expensive. I wanted all her friends to be there but some didn’t live in the city, and some people I didn’t know, so I ended up gathering mostly our mutual friends. I reached out to them to plan it which day and time works for everyone. Jenifer and I went shopping and I wanted us to match- I persuaded her to get a wife dress with red roses on it, which would go along with my white crop top designed with red roses. We then went to the salon near her house to get our nails done. The day of the party was a lot of fun. I made a reservation for 12 at The Penthouse, a rooftop in LIC that had a view of the NYC skyline and queensboro bridge. I invited Nadiya, Naomi, Pear, her bf at the time Mo, Rajiq, and her friend Sam (?). All the girls went out to take photos after we ordered our food. I was upset that I didn’t get such a nice photo with Jenifer but she didn’t have the patience to take any more because it was hot and our makeup was sweating off. All the food we got was really good especially my dish- it was a small portion of French toast but I was so excited about this group hangout that I didn’t mind giving everyone a bite of my food and inadvertently leaving two bites left for myself. I remember the server was taking too long to bring our bill so I flagged her down, when I walked back to our table I noticed everyone was staring at me. When I asked them why, Jenifer said you walk so professional, you look more like the host than she does. I had gotten Jenifer a cute birthday card with a sun on (bc she’s sunshine) and made sure everyone signed it. I was so upset at myself after because Mo had gotten her a stethoscope as a gift which was delivered to my house but in my confusion I forgot to bring it to the party.

After that Naomi had to leave because she had another engagement. The rest of us took a cab to Steinway to this spot that sold churro ice creams, and I think the 7 of us honestly just shared one lol. Nadiya left after that, and we found a hookah bar nearby to lounge some more. A few of got drinks- I remember I ordered this blue kamikaze and it got me drunk. Thankfully I didn’t feel sick from the smoking. Eventually pear and Mo had to go. I thought the rest of us would also leave but Jenifer wanted to keep the party going. We ended up going to ktown for bbq. It was me, her, Rajiq and her friend. When the host seated us I secretly told her it was Jenifer’s birthday. So when the server came in with some freebies and wished her a happy birthday, Jenifer was pleasantly surprised and asked how she knew. The server made eye contact with me and I nodded no; she cleverly responded “oh, you have a glow on your face!” on the spot. The food was sooo good, and so filling. We could barely move by the end of it. It was an expensive day but so worth it and the fact that Jenifer didn’t have to bail early was the best part. It felt both like an adventure and an accomplishment. Succeeding in gathering the group for a cute celebration, and then continuing on spontaneously. What normal people do when they don’t have crazy restrictions from their parents. I don’t remember how we got home I guess we took the train back. Writing it out now, it doesn’t seem like I put in SO much effort but maybe I was just less organized back then so it felt like a lot of work putting it all together. It hurt when Jenifer posted a single photo of herself of the night and captioned it as “thank you everyone” without personalizing it to me. Like my effort went unnoticed and unappreciated.

The next year I skipped the stress of organizing a large hangout, and decided to have an intimate experience with just us. I didn’t want to just go to some restaurant bc that wasn’t special enough. I chose a cute but not expensive place for high tea- neither of us have been and we had always wanted to go. We couldn’t just show up of course, we had to dress the part. I searched through many stores and finally found a pair of cute dresses for us at Top Shop. A pink wrap dress for me and a blue one for her. She paired that with white stockings and brown flats, she looked sooo cute like Alice in wonderland. The restaurant itself looked casual which I didn’t like but our food was yummy. The first tier was savory tea sandwiches, then warm scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream, and finally some mini sweets. I think our conversation went fine, we were both excited trying high tea for the first time. I was annoyed that we didn’t get cute photos after. The restaurant didn’t make for a nice background, and we asked a few strangers outside to snap photos of us but none spent enough time getting the perfect shot.

The year after that Jenifer got me a couple gifts for my birthday- a sweater and a book of rupi kaur’s poems. She said she wanted to get me something to “beautify my body, mind and… and something else bc it felt incomplete” but she wasn’t sure. I actually really liked that idea so I emulated it (and made it better for her birthday). This was when she got super busy with med school so she couldn’t visit in her birthday. I saw her a couple months later to give her the gifts I got for her. I found this book online—I can’t remember for the life of me what it was about or what it was called, but I vaguely recall it being filled with beautiful women from around the world. I only buy myself things out of necessity but that was one thing I reallyyyy wanted. Anyway. That book was to beautify her mind. I also got her a bath bomb from Lush that she said she loved, especially because she always wanted one but couldn’t justify the splurge. Funny that we’re willing to splurge on things for others and not ourselves. This gift was to beautify her body. The last gift, I figured out, had to beautify her soul— I found this really cool painting set (don’t rmmbr the image) that was numbered so the person just has to fill it in with the corresponding colors to create a masterpiece. Jenifer was really into painting at that time and I felt proud that these gifts were specially chosen for her. She ended up losing to book at her ex’s place (he refused to return it to her after they broke up), and she never finished the painting.

The year after that I remember I was sick of doing nice things for her birthday and feeling like she didn’t put in as much effort for mine. It was either not seeing me on my birthday, planning anything nice, or giving me gifts that I felt were subpar. So I went very low effort this year. I collected various mini gifts, most of which I can’t remember, which included a mini cactus (since she was staring to get into plants), a beauty brush with a beautiful mermaid holder, and some makeup or jewelry I think. I picked up a cake from Martha’s, the berry Napoleon, her favorite, and made my way over to the Bronx where she was staying with her bf at the time Mo. I also met Vanessa for the first time that day; I really liked her and thought she was sweet and bubbly.

Then covid hit and I was away for months. After I got back I was super excited to find opportunity celebrating everyone. I had gotten used to cooking and making things from scratch so I wanted to create a super cute high tea party for Jenifer. I got to work creating a menu, thinking about how I wanted to design the table, and all the things I needed to buy to execute the idea. I wrote out a grocery list and the steps and timing needed for everything (which I dropped at Key Food but thankfully was able to recover). For the savory tier, I made four kinds of tea sandwiches- pesto chicken and tomato on white bread, cut into squares; turkey, apple and Swiss cheese on rye bread, cut into rectangles: sliced cucumber and smoked salmon with cream cheese cut into circles; and butter chicken cut into triangles. I made two types of scones, a savory cheese and a sweet blueberry, which I argued either store bought clotted cream, strawberry and apricot jam. The scones were sooo delicious despite being underbaked by a minute. I had ended up cutting my finger extremely badly (I even cut through nail) and this slowed down my work tremendously. Jenifer was getting hangry at that point and she said I was out of time, she was coming home. I also made a mini ‘quiche’ that were phyllo cups filled with mushroom and egg, topped with shredded cheese. They were so good omg. For the last tier, I made chai flavored macarons which I colored baby blue; I made them the night before to let the thing meld overnight. I took some premade Madelines and jazzed them up. I glazed some with orange zest and juice, and others I piped on cookie butter and sprinkled with blue sugar to make it pretty. I also cubed up some pound cake, topped with sweet whipped cream and either a raspberry, sliced strawberry or blackberry. So pretty. For drinks, I served regular black tea in a plain, white teapot I found at Bed Bath. I wanted something cuter, but nothing was available. It still matched the overall aesthetic tho. I put the cream in a cute, clear glass bottle I found, and the sugar went in a decorative small, blue and white pot Levi got for me from Amsterdam. I readied some welcome drinks for us, using this “Tiffany Blue” lemonade recipe that I had saved for literal years. It was a mixture of blue curaçao, lemon juice, sugar and bubbly. We cheers’ed our glasses in Jenifer’s honor. I decorated the rest of the table with baby blue tea lights, white rose candles, gold stars and pink roses. I also printed out a page with a beautiful photo of her face and wrote happy birthday. I was so proud of myself, with how everything looked, and the fact that I accomplished everything I set out to do. I told Jenifer and Vanessa I had made everything from scratch, and Jenifer pointed to the Madelines and said, “even those?” Levi laughed and said wow, you pinpointed the only thing she didn’t make. That comment annoyed the bell out of me but I didn’t dwell, in that moment anyway. Later Vanessa’s boyfriend Evan came over and when we offered him food he said he was too full to eat. He ended up having a bite anyway and said “oh…if it’s gonna taste like that, I don’t mind” heart eyes, I feel appreciated, thank you Evan. I spent about two days trying to execute that high tea… Jenifer didn’t rave about it. She didn’t post about it either because it didn’t fit her aesthetic.

Side note, everyone pissed me off that year because I went out for everyone and no one did shit for me.

In February I got Pear $100 worth of balloons pink balloons, matching cute pink and gold paper plates and cups, flowers and a $200 spa gift card, along with a necklace I had gotten her from Istanbul.

In April I went invited fimo over for her birthday and also fariha and Amin since she didn’t have a lot of friends then. I decorated the basement with streamers, balloons, a happy birthday banner, a “lil ho” balloon sign, and flowers. She said she never really had brunch so I prepared an elaborate menu. I served mini bagels with smoked salmon and cream cheese, along with cherry tomatoes, thinly sliced red onion, cucumbers and avocado. I made a overnight baked French toast topped with sweet cinnamon crumbs; spinach and wheeze egg frittata garnished with tomatoes and greens; flank steak with a pesto sauce; and mini hashbrown style potatoes. For sweets I served Madelines, cinnamon buns, croissants, and fruits like blueberries, green grapes, strawberries, and mangoes. I also had a bottle of champagne, a rosé, hot coffee and orange juice.

For Amin’s birthday, o took him skydiving- an activity that was on his bucket list for a long time. I paid for our round trip bus tickets and the Uber that took us to the spot.

For my birthday that year, everyone forgot to even wish me lol.

In 2021, I went to Philly for the weekend and got Jenifer a box of macarons for her birthday, because I later paid $300 for her tattoo. On paper the weekend was great because we did a lot of stuff, got dressed up, and ate a ton of good food. I took the bus there after work and Jenifer was feeling extra enthusiastic because she had either just broken up with, or was deciding to break up with, her Turkish boyfriend Samer and wanted to celebrate hard. She suggested we go to Morimoto, a high end Japanese place, and when I told her that it was a bit out of my budget, she said she’d cover the bill. We put on makeup, and got dressed in matching silk tops-mine silver, hers navy- paired with black miniskirts and black heels. We both looked beautiful. Once we got there we had a drink each and ordered a lot of food—some beef that we grilled ourselves, lamb chops, sea bass and a cheesecake for dessert. Everything was really yummy! She got pretty tipsy with the one drink but was in a good mood having fun. When the bill came it was really high and I could tell it was too much for her so I said we can split it. I had fun anyway.

We made our way home and did our skincare and played with her cat miso. I can’t remember what we talked about. I’m sure some of it was Samer, but it didn’t drag on. We talked about other, more positive things. The next morning we got dressed and went for a walk. We matched again- I wore a white halter top which she helped me tuck into a Hunter green pencil skirt. She didn’t mind going in underneath to adjust my top and underwear. She wore a black tank top with a white tennis skirt. We went to this place for breakfast where she started thinking about Samer again and crying. I partly felt bad but also annoyed because I had hoped my arrival would have meant we could escape thinking about him. One of the employees saw her and sent a thing of berries with a note saying “better days are coming” which was super sweet and cheered her up a little. We then walked near the water and lounged on the grass and took pics. I was feeling a little checked out from all the Samer talk but still feeling okay. We came back home and Jenifer wanted to go ice skating- I think to distract herself. I wasn’t super into it but I said I’d go if she wanted. Then she decided she wanted to smoke a bit of weed which was a bad idea because then her feelings really came crashing down. She asked over and over why Samer mistreated her, why he didn’t make her feel special on her birthday, why he didn’t return her calls, why didn’t he love her the way she deserved even though she gave him so much energy and effort. I told her he was immature and an asshole and didn’t value what he had. But it didn’t matter. Jenifer was broken—not matching into a residency program, not being able to rely on her parents for emotional support, not having close friends around her. She felt so alone all the time that she couldn’t bear the thought of her relationship not working out either. I sympathized with her, but I also felt dragged down from having the same repeated conversations. She wasn’t ready to listen, or wasn’t capable, because she needed to hold onto something. Facing the truth meant she’d be alone again. Samer was one of many failed relationships and I’ll admit I got tired of hearing about them. Maybe because I wanted to feel equal in our best-friendship and when she lamented about her partner it made me uncomfortable sharing happy things about my own. This slowly chipped away at how openly I could talk with her, to the point where every time she talked about Samer I stopped feeling empathetic and just felt angry at her being selfish even if it wasn’t her intention. After she cried it out, she felt like she didn’t want to waste the night so we went out to eat at an Asian restaurant in Chinatown where we got skewers and sushi. We wore black tank tops with plaid miniskirts. We later got dessert, I remember having a mango pancake filled with whipped cream which was light and delicious. Eventually I went home, feeling despaired and unfulfilled that our rare best friend weekend was tinged with such sadness. That we missed an opportunity to connect to each other. I posted photos of us in honor of her birthday with a cryptic caption—to even happier days.

In March 2022, when she amazingly matched into Brown for her anesthesia residency, I tried to celebrate the accomplishment by getting cake and drawing a white coat on it. I also got her flowers, soju and candles— all matched to a light blue color theme. The year before when she graduated from med school I bought a cake to her while she was at her parents house since they rarely celebrate occasions.

In 2022, I was away traveling during her birthday so I only saw her in September. I collected a bunch of gifts from around the world like gold rings from Italy, crystals from France and perfumes from Egypt. I went to visit her in Rhode Island and she couldn’t even let me stay over, I think because her mom ended up visiting. I spent the night camping with IV. It was one of the worst nights bc I slept poorly, and there were bugs and I hate the fucking outdoors. We met her boyfriend Tanner who was a bit reserved at the time bc he was feeling awkward. We went to the supermarket to get some food- this is when Jenifer borrows a belt that I got from Paris (which she has not returned to this day). We had a picnic by the water which was really nice. It was a sunny day and the water was gorgeous. We stayed a few hours before making the drive back home. It was a little frustrating because I got the least about of time with the person I’m supposed to spend the most time with.

This past year I spent a lot of time away, like half the year actually. I saw Jenifer in august right before I left to Israel for four months. IV drove to providence where we spent most of the morning circling around bc Jenifer either doesn’t care or doesn’t plan her time properly. She was two hours late to the hotpot restaurant we eventually met up at. I don’t even like hot pot. She showed up with Tanner, which I know was bc of logistics but still meant we didn’t have quality time with each other. I gave her all the gifts I’d been storing for her throughout the year—some chips and noodles from hmart, Bengali chips, chocolate, earrings, a handheld mirror from Bangladesh, along with a wooden picture of me and her, three seashells from cox bazar beach, a little light, Tomorrowland notebook, a tight nude colored dress, a sexy brown crop top from Sydney, a cool shaped vase that I painted pink with strawberries, a belt from Paris (which I wanted to exchange with the Paris belt she ‘borrowed’ and supposedly lost), some nail gems, tea and face masques.

Tanner said shit how do I top that? I appreciated him saying that. She paid for dinner.

[tillinghastcorporatemedia]

Paris Really Enjoys Deadliest Citizen

"Can you believe he acted like such an asshole?' Artemis exasperatedly sighed, complaining between bites of her food. Paris rolls her eyes “Didn't you meet him and one those seedy ass venues that play locals only bands?” “Now don't go judging me like that Paris. You of all people know that's where you go to get the good drinks and protohash.” Artemis says, lighting a protostick. Smoke gently wafts through the umbrella covering the table they are currently seated at. Paris slowly picks at her meal as Artemis finishes her food and chugs her drink. “Anything planned with Peeeeeter?” Artemis squeezes the vowels out of his name in an effort to embarrass Paris. “No, you know i'm not that interested in him. You just always bring it up because he works at the squimpp parlor down the street from work.” she retorts, once again rolling her eyes as she signals for the waitress. “Did you have something planned?” “You know I do of course silly.” Artemis smiles, excited at what she has planned for them tonight. “I totally found out about a roof party out in the Tome district, apparently there will be some like K-list celebrities there but it's this crazy pool and outside plaza on the 16th floor.” “That sounds great.” Paris says, wishing inside that Artemis would have suggested just getting food and staying in.

Besides the newest episode of “Deadliest Citizen” was on and she really wanted to catch it before everyone spoiled it at work for her. She knew that Artemis would want to go shopping to get a new outfit and that was her out to at least get some quality time with her couch and some noodles. “Okay, call me when you're ready tonight and we'll go out.” Six hours later, Paris is holding on to the handrails of a lightsub as Artemis is chatting some guy dressed as if he was going to a costume convention for what the elder catalogs would call a “rainbow vampire.” She hated going out to the Tome district, it was always filled with people who have found success with multiple businesses and acted like absolute assholes. But of course Artemis probably met some crazy musician who had eccentric connections.

“Hey this is our stop Artemis!” Paris yells to be heard over the clatter of the station as the doors slide open. After a short walk to the building that Artemis said looked beautiful but Paris thought it was just absolutely garish. They emerge from the elevator onto the roof. Paris looks around at the skyline almost entranced. She always loves getting to see the city from high up. “I'm going to go get us drinks, anything specific?” Artemis asks. “Pretty much anything strong enough to get through tonight.” Paris replies. Artemis runs off in a hurry, no doubt trying to flirt with the bartender for cheaper drinks. She grabs the drinks and leaves, at least leaving a tip before rushing off. After a few hours of dancing and occasionally having to fend off drunk attempts at flirting, the girls are about ready to go home. As they get in the elevator they hear a voice go “Hey can you wait for me?” as a hand extends into the elevator door, forcing it open. Paris hear Artemis whisper “oh no” quietly as he door shuts behind the new arrival.

“Oh hey Artemis, it's been a little bit since i've ran into you. Are doing any better or do you still have a hard time deciding to date anyone?” Lydia exclaims, sounding slightly chapped. “Lydia you knew it wasn't gonna be a long time thing, you even said it yourself. Besides last I heard you got kicked out of the Hellhound for getting a little too drunk and trying to hook up with the owners wife!” Artemis responds, rolling her eyes. “Dammit” Paris thinks in her head, realizing the next ten minutes in the lift were going to be painfully tense. Why does this always happen when she goes out? Artemis and Lydia continue to bicker between each other for the entirety of the ride. When the elevator slowly opens it's doors Paris wishes she had been drunk for the entire encounter. Lydia parts ways down the street, muttering to herself. “You know if we had just gone home and laid around that wouldn't have happened.” Remarked Paris. “Yeah but now you have a funny story to tell Peter next time you go by on lunch.” Artemis replies, sticking her tongue out. “Let me be your guide for crazy stories so you can get Peter to fall in love with you.”

Paris blushes when Artemis says that. “That'll never work Artemis.” Paris says with a smile, knowing full well she'll be telling Peter about Artemis trying to get him to fall in love her. Of course he'll give that dumb little smile and laugh. Of course Artemis is partially telling the truth, but Paris won't admit it. The both of them head to their bedrooms after saying night to each other.

#scifi #writers #science fiction #tillinghastcorporatemedia #romance

[daylightnoir]

#tallulah robinson #Meet the Robinsons #I love a good meet the robinsons reference #met gala #met gala 2022 #No really I looked at the skyline dress and was like why does that look familar #they are both style icons

[comatosebunny09]

Tune: Heartbreaker - Justin Bieber

Heartbreaker [ Pt. 1 ]

Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Smoking, Profanity, OOC Kyojuro, Female Reader, Mentions if Alcohol

Kyojuro Rengoku isn’t stupid.

Socially inept, maybe. Hard of hearing, sure. A little slow on observing the emotions of those around him sometimes, yeah. Not an idiot, though.

Although, you seem to think otherwise right now.

He feels it. Practically tastes it rolling off you in waves. It permeates the inky, bokeh-lined skyline. You’re upset. Sullen, even. And it’s all his fault.

A grimace climbs onto his face as he watches a plume of smoke unfurl from your cigarette. He thought you quit. Mentioned something about it affecting your breathing. Is this his doing, too?

He watches a shiver wrack your body. Your naked shoulders; small of your back exposed to the arctic wind. He won’t deny that the dress you poured yourself into tonight is…ravishing. Leaves much to his imagination as it exposes just enough of your honeyed skin to tease. He can’t think like this now, though. Doesn’t deserve to. Not when he hurt you. Besides, you’ll catch a cold if he idles any longer.

Frost hashira or not.

Kyojuro sighs inwardly. Forces a customary grin onto his lips. He peels the velvet, vermillion blazer from his shoulders as his loafers click soundly over the concrete. Covers the distance between you two in six, easy strides. Jasmine and tobacco pervade his senses. There’s a dark ringlet of hair hanging from your updo, sitting tantalizingly on your neck. He quells the urge to clutch and twirl it between his fingers.

“I thought you quit,” Kyojuro states a little too close to your ear. He softly places the jacket about your shoulders. You jolt. His smile cracks around the edges.

You’re distracted.

Despite your unmatched battle prowess and razor-sharp senses, you hadn’t noticed him from the moment he stepped onto the rooftop. His chest tightens as you look up at him all doe eyed. Your lips spasm. God, he wants to kiss them. Wonders if they feel as delicate as they look. How easy it would be to turn his head a little to the right and just…

No.

He hasn’t earned the right to think like this.

He walks past you, leaning forward on the railing with lax arms. Feels your defenses falter just the slightest behind him. Feigned humor sits in your tone as you move to stand beside him.

“I did. I’m just a social smoker now.”

He ingests your figure through his peripheral. Liar, he thinks. There hasn’t been anyone around but him for the past 15 minutes.

He counted.

As if to highlight his thoughts, he makes a show of looking around, grin still plastered haphazardly on his face. You titter lightly beside him.

“Giyu was out here with me earlier.”

“Smoking?”

“Nah.” You shrug, his blazer heavy and homely on your shoulders. “Pretty sure he abandoned me to go chase after Shinobu, though.”

“Hmm.”

From the corner of his eye, he observes you snuffing out the cigarette on the banister, tossing it onto the street below. You fold your arms against the railing, a quirk to your cerise-painted lips. Ambient sounds fill the space in between; cars whizzing past, passerby chatting idly on the sidewalk. Normally, the lull in conversation is comforting. However, the tension mounting betwixt you two is thick enough to slice with a blade.

He swallows thickly.

You’ve been avoiding him ever since Kanroji divulged his secret. He can’t really blame you for feeling the way that you do. He broke your trust by keeping something so devastating from you, amongst other things. You have been his dearest friend for years. So dear that he didn’t want to disrupt your relationship by filling your mind with empty promises he knows that he can’t keep. Not with this lifestyle. Not when either of you can die at any given moment.

Which is why he said those harsh words when you confessed your feelings to him.

The blond fixes his mouth to say something, anything to dispel the unpleasant air. He looks down at the onyx tips of his shoes. Utters your name, surprised by the meekness lacing his otherwise boisterous timbre.

“I—”

“Kyojuro,” you say, tone sharp. He twists his head in your direction, peering at you beneath knit brows. That same, fake smile sits atop your features. He sees right through it. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” A small, amiable hand grips his forearm, squeezing reassuringly. “I’m a big girl. I’ll get over it. Promise.”

His lips twitch skyward. He hurt you, yes. But, he so desperately wants you to be alright. Even if you’re faking—

“There’s my favorite power couple!” booms a familiar voice from behind.

You groan in tandem, not bothering to turn around. A very inebriated Tengen Uzui wraps his bulky arms around your necks. Kyojuro wretches internally, the scent of alcohol heavy on his friend’s tongue.

“Sharing a naughty secret without me?” Tengen half-whines, a sly smirk pulling onto his face. “That’s unflashy as fuck.”

Impeccable timing as always, Uzui.

Kyojuro hears you laugh wryly beside him as you unwind yourself from the headlock.

“How’s the birthday boy doing?” you ask, patting the towering man on the arm.

“Good until I realized all my friends abandoned me.”

“Sorry, hun. Let’s get you back inside. You need another drink.”

The flame hashira watches you curl an arm around Uzui’s waist, leading him back toward the entrance of the club. You cast an apologetic grin over your shoulder at him. Sor-ryy, you mouth. Kyojuro waves you off with a quiet grin; an indication that you will continue this conversation later. You disappear into the stairwell with your intoxicated friend in tow, leaving Kyojuro to his own devices.

The glacial metal of the banister grounds him as he turns back to it. Brings him down to earth, for he was busy mulling over how your arm sat a little too comfortably around Uzui’s hips. He most certainly is not jealous. He has no right to be. He shattered your heart into irreparable pieces, after all. Besides, Tengen is your friend.

Just in case, Kyojuro turns sharply on his heel, starting toward the stairwell. You still have his jacket, and that is his excuse to hunt you down.

Maybe he is a fool after all.

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[peachyysugaa]

scream

― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

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Soft & Sad & Happy & Something Else | KSJ

Genre: Songfic based on Breathless by Shayne Ward

Pairings: Jin x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Themes & Content Warnings: Fluff, smut, comfort, strangers to lovers, slow-ish burn, oral, vaginal, fingering

Word Count: 4.6k

Author’s Note: For @skyys-universe‘s ask! I haven’t published a songfic before. Loved the imagery and the feels. I really hope you like it, and that it elicits the feels you wanted! 💜

Permanent Taglist: @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld @greezenini @missbickerbocker @dearbambideer @helenazbmrskai​ @morti13 @skyys-universe​

Kim Seokjin is soft.

You guess based on the way he’s smiling so warmly at you from across the table. He started at work a month ago, and though you’ve been assigned to show him the ropes, you still barely know him. First dates aren’t your forte, you whined, but as your sister smoothed the wrinkle on the back of your gorgeous new dress and gave you a kiss on the cheek for luck, she reminded you that first dates weren’t really anyone’s forte.

Sighing, you rest your chin in your hand, elbow on the table, fingers pressing lightly onto your cheek, as if trying to reach her. As if trying to activate the beacon. A signal for help.

The reason you need help is because Kim Seokjin’s warm smile hits like gasoline on the kindling in your chest.

It’s actually Kim Seokjin who needs the help. His smile is so warm because over the course of twenty-eight days, twelve hours, a goat cheese salad, prime rib, and a shared chocolate cake, the candle that he lit in worship of you has turned into a torch that he will carry for you.

“Seokjin---”

“Jin, please,” he insists for the thousandth time, eyes widening. “Seokjin just sounds too… formal.”

Your gasoline-covered heart does a little twirl at the fact that he wants something a little stripped.

“Jin,” you exhale.

He breathes you in, and you start to feel a little woozy.

The waitress comes around with the bill, and you do everything in your power not to reach into your purse to throw your credit card into the mix. When he finishes signing the receipt, he sets the booklet down on the table and leans forward, resting his forearms on the table.

You lean back in your seat, making sure that you aren’t touching the table at the same time, hoping to keep the fire at bay.

“You were saying?” Jin asks.

Pull yourself together. You can do it. Slow and steady. “I’m always happy to help out with whatever you need at the office,” you say. Your voice is firm, but you’re wringing the cloth napkin in your lap. “It’s part of the job. You don’t have to go this far to show appreciation.”

“Oh, that’s not what this is,” Jin says confidently.

“It’s… it’s not?” you ask.

“No.”

How is his smile getting even warmer? He looked so cold and distant in his office badge photo. Then again, why have you memorized his office badge photo in the first place?

“This restaurant is nice,” Jin says, still holding your gaze. “I wonder what other places you like to go in the city.” With lifted brow, he asks, “Wanna show me one?”

He chuckles at your sigh of relief. He senses that you were hoping he was only kidding about this being a first date. He knows that you know that he likes to joke around. He knows that you don’t know that he’s not joking about this. But he’ll throw you a bone.

“Sure,” you say, settling back into your body. You can feel the chair under you. You feel your knees. “This time of night, I like to hang out in this one spot.” There are your calves. “The city lights look cool.” Ah, there are your toes.

You’ll need them for balance, as you walk down some side streets to some nondescript staircase. It leads to a footbridge overlooking the highway and giving you a wonderful view of the skyline. You climb up onto the railing and lean on the top bar, like you used to when you were a kid.

The breeze lets your hair dance. Jin likes the skyline, but he likes your unencumbered smile better. Up here, you seem freer. At peace.

“This place is special,” Jin observes.

“Yeah,” you say.

“For any particular reason?”

You shrug. “Not really. Sometimes, I like to come up here and take photos. My sister and I hang out here every once in a while. Bring snacks.” You laugh to yourself, lips pulled tight, a puff of air through your nose. “I had my first kiss here, actually.”

You don’t expect Jin to light up so brightly when you tell him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say. You find yourself laughing even more at Jin’s earnest interest. When he presses his upper body against the railing and watches you in wait, you decide to indulge him. “Uh, well… The elementary school I attended is just down there.” You lean forward and point it out, but Jin’s eyes stay focused on you. “We’d cross this bridge to get to class. There was a group of us. We got along really well. Found family, y’know? We’d just talk, or listen to music, or play cards, or read books.” Another memory floats to the surface. One you’d almost forgotten. “That’s how it happened, actually. We read a story. Some love story about a boy and a girl sharing a kiss. We wanted to try it. So we did.”

“Was it a good story?”

“Nah. It took a while to get started.”

“Was it a good kiss?”

You roll your eyes, making Jin chuckle.

“Please. I was six, and he was seven.”

“Ooh. An older man.”

The comment makes you giggle.

“Is that what you sounded like when he kissed you?” Jin asks, making you giggle more.

The breeze has shifted a shade cooler and a pinch stronger, but you see it rather than feel it, your hair suddenly blinding you. As you tuck your strands behind your ears, you realize that you didn’t feel it because at some point in your story, Jin had taken off his plaid button-down and slipped it over your shoulders. You could forgive yourself for missing that, but you’re wary that you also missed whenever it was that you slid your arms through the sleeves and pulled the fabric tight across your chest.

Jin’s chest is showing through the thin white tee that’s left.

You’re starting to feel woozy again.

Jin bends in half, resting his temple on his arms on the top bar. “Can I find out… what you sound like… when I kiss you?”

Your jaw rests open slightly. Partly out of surprise. Partly because you’re about to say yes.

His lips find yours, careful, and reverent. His hands find yours, too, still clenched around the column of buttons. After that first, kind kiss, he brings his left arm around you, placing his left hand in the middle of your back and pulling you in close. But he keeps his right hand wrapped around your fist at your chest, letting you know that he won’t ask you to open up sooner than you’d like. Even when you’re wearing his shirt.

He kisses you again, pulling you together, slow, and steady.

“If our love was a story book, we would meet on the very first page,” Jin tells you thoughtfully.

And that’s when it happens.

That’s when Jin ignites you, and you burst into flame.

Kim Seokjin is sad.

You can tell from his too puffy eyes, swollen not with his typical carefree joy, but with worry. You don’t know why he’s sad, but you’re glad that he thinks to seek you out for comfort.

“Is everything alright?” you ask, feeling stupid as soon as the words come out.

“Not quite, but I’m feeling better now that you’re here,” Jin replies, pushing a smile through his tears. You find it odd, and incredible, how he’s so handsome even when he’s crying.

You instinctively reach up and wipe his tears away with your thumbs. You haven’t done that before. That’s because you hadn’t seen him cry before. There are a lot of things you haven’t done with Jin yet. But there are also a lot of things that you have.

Like, for instance, visiting his apartment, which is equally random and comfortable.

Jin likes that it’s starting to smell like you, your laundry and shampoo scents mixing with his. He likes that it’s starting to look like you, too. A toothbrush here. A set of pajamas there. He almost put your pajama pants on one night and cackled to himself when they stopped at his shins. He missed you suddenly. He almost kept them on to sleep.

He closes his eyes and pins your wrist to his cheekbone, finding solace in your touch, and your scent. You smile softly and thread your fingers into his hair, hugging his frame tightly as he reaches behind you to push the door closed.

“What can I do?” you ask.

“Just be here with me?”

“OK.”

He kisses the back of your hand and leads you to the living room. It looks like he’s set up some sort of… pillow fort? You laugh as he sits on one of the couch cushions on the floor, and his heart fills with love for you when you ask no questions and join him by staking a claim of one for yourself.

He gazes at you, and you start to feel a little self-conscious, like you always do when the spotlight happens to choose you.

You always wonder what’s going on in his mind when he gazes at you like this. What have you done to deserve such a wondrous thing? You’re no work of art. You’re no magic trick. You’re no spectacle, or miracle. But he always looks at you as if you are. You don’t want to fall too hard too fast, but you’re starting to believe that to him, you might be.

If you could see

“Jin?”

“What?”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Sorry.” He smiles but doesn’t budge.

“Jin!”

“What?”

You beam back at him, heart full.

“I’m just happy to see you,” he says, his voice suddenly ridiculous small for a man his height.

“C’mon. Tell me what’s bothering you,” you say.

“Something was bothering me?” He blinks. And pouts. “Oh. Um… Right.”

Jin sighs and crumbles to the ground. You fall with him, supported by the mess of couch cushions and pillows. You kind of like this. This makeshift raft on which you’re floating.

“I was missing home,” he tells you. “Missed my family. My friends.”

He opens his arms to you, now a familiar signal that he wants you to lay in his embrace. You scoot into him, and he wraps his arms around you. Feeling you there seems to take the heaviest load off. Even the couch cushions feel lighter.

You’ve gone through the details. Work is work. But you aren’t sure why Jin puts himself through this when so much of his life exists elsewhere.

“Do you want to go back?” you ask.

“No.” He always sounds so sure.

But you always feel the opposite.

You start to tear up, and Jin frowns. He clicks his tongue and kisses the top of your head. “I feel silly. There’s really nothing to do.”

“Don’t feel silly,” you croak. “I just hate seeing you like this.” You take a deep breath. “I don’t know why you… why you stay?”

You think of all the times that he’s seen you at your worst. How many times he’s shown up, no questions asked, often at your request, but, somewhat eerily, sometimes just based on a vague feeling that something was wrong. How many times he’s held you, kissed you, made you feel better.

Jin hugs you tighter. “Oh, no. Please don’t cry. I promise I’m feeling better now that you’re here.”

“But I’m the one who drags you down,” you whisper.

“Nonsense,” he whispers back. “I’m adrift without you.”

He kisses you deeply, and, taking your precious time, your more than familiar tongues gently rove over one another. Your heads are emptying in that delightful way that they do when you’re together.

But one nagging thought persists.

When things get like this, so uncertain, and feeling so unfair, how can you make each other feel better?

“Lie back,” he tells you, making sure you’re comfortable.

“But you need me,” you say, a little confused as to why Jin is kissing down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt, pulling down your zipper, undressing you enough to get his fingers into your flesh.

“We need each other,” Jin says. His voice is so pure and true.

His mouth falls to your breast, and you cradle his head with your hand, grabbing his hair when his pillowy lips and masterful tongue get it just right. You groan as he moves to your other breast, nipple taut and tweaked by those nimble teeth, before his tongue soothes where he’s marked. All the while, you grind your mound into his hand, and he grunts into your skin with pleasure at how strongly you want him. How desperately you ache for him.

Your hand finds the outline of his cock, straining against the tight fabric of his jeans. His hips buck away from you when you discover him, but then press harder into your palm when that first sensitive thrill is done rushing through his veins. He soon rests his weight on you, making it impossible for you to free his cock because he’s focusing on getting you off.

“Let me,” you whine, and Jin brings his lips to yours. You find a breath in his seductive kiss to escape. “Let me feel all of you.”

“You first, baby. Want you to come first.”

“Close,” you reassure him, as you feel his thumb rotating around your clit, and his superb fingers climbing deeper and deeper with each stroke. As he pleasures you, he shows you what he wants, too. You match him in grip. In speed. In absolute want.

Soon, Jin whimpers, and you bring your legs together, pinning his working hand to your pussy, and allowing your free hand to unbutton his jeans without threat. He sighs and lets you tug the fabric down, readjusting to help you, until his full, naked cock is resting in your palm, fingers now able to wrap fully around his shaft, both your hips angling, making your collective strokes freer, and more potent.

Jin’s fingers find just the right configuration to send you into overdrive. Your mouth hangs open, and you wail as each of his movements start to feel too intense. Too good. He focuses on precision, pulling back from the race and making sure to stay in the same position, adjusting speed and intensity to compensate for your heightened sensitivity. When your last wail isn’t followed by any sound, he clamps his mouth down over yours, and he tightens his hand’s grip, moving so fast that he’s nearly vibrating inside of you, and his tongue already starting to do the work of soothing you down from the high that you’ve been shot into. You shiver against him, turning into him, every muscle twisting gloriously, searing heat flashing all over, so hot that you wonder if your release is bubbling like your sweat is. When you tighten, so do your toes, and your calves, and your thighs, and your hand. Jin echoes your ecstasy, his hips pumping as your hips start to slow. And when you whisper his name, telling him to come for you, he grunts, and comes, emptying himself onto your skin, baring his soul just as he did when he opened the door.

Lying here, spent. Raucous lovers riding the wild waves of their pleasure together. You never thought that’d be you.

It’s utter bliss.

“Jin… What if it stops? What if it doesn’t last?”

He hums happily. “It will.” He curls into you, kissing your jaw, just under your earlobe. “If our love was a fairy tale, I would charge in and rescue you. On this yacht.”

He gestures to the raft of cushions you’re resting on, and you find enough consciousness to laugh.

“Over and over,” Jin says, still so sure. “And I know you’d do the same.”

“How do you know?” you ask him, still lost in the glorious ether. “Is it this feeling?”

“Kind of,” he replies. “But it’s more the mere fact that you showed up at all.”

Your heart warms. No, you never thought that’d be you. “So, then, where would we go?” you ask. “On this so-called yacht?”

“We would sail to an island.”

An island, he thinks, where you’d hopefully say “I do”.

Kim Seokjin is happy.

You know from the way he’s craning his neck up at you. It’s almost as if he believes that if he pushes just that much further, he’ll be able to kiss you on the third-floor balcony.

“What are you doing here?” you call down to him, uneasily laughing, voice horse and muscles weak from the flu. “I’m still sick!”

He holds up the bouquet of flowers he picked up on his way there, soft blues and purples in delicate paper. If there were ever a bouquet to represent how calming and precious you are to him. “Wanted to bring something to cheer you up!”

You shake your head. “Alright. I’ll send my sister down.”

“No, I-I wanna come up!”

“It’s a really, really nasty flu, Jin. I feel terrible, and I just got out of the shower, so---”

He shines moonbeams up at you. “Please!”

The rhapsody in his voice. It sings.

“Fine,” you laugh. “But if you get sick---”

“When I get sick, you’re going to take care of me and cook for me and baby me until I get better!” he calls back up to you. “You shouldn’t have come to stay with your sister in the first place!”

“Your flight’s in the morning!”

“Let me up!”

You sigh, and Jin’s heart almost breaks when you step out of view for a moment. But he hears the buzzer, and in a flash, he’s upstairs, knocking -- no, drumming -- on your sister’s door.

Your sister throws the door open, furrowing her brow at him.

“You sure you want this?” she grumbles, knowing exactly how you’re feeling, because her body has fallen victim to it too.

“More than anything,” Jin says, sighing happily.

Your sister stares at him. “You’re weird.” She steps back and lets Jin inside. “She’s in the guest room.”

He scampers toward your door and tackles you into your bed, holding out the bouquet while he kisses you violently, ignoring your pleas for him to stay away and stay well, and eventually making you squeal despite your scratchy throat.

Thank you for the flowers,” you laugh, as he finally calms down.

“You’re welcome. I missed you.”

“I literally left the day before yesterday.” You grin. “But I missed you, too.”

He sinks into a heady tizzy of a kiss with you, and then he pulls you to sit up with him. You groan as your bones creak, and you let out a less than appealing cough. But he just gazes at you again, in that way he does. Like you’re made of exquisite marble. Like your lashes are threads of gold. Like your lips are rubies. Like you’re art. Like you’re a miracle. Because to him, you are.

“Thank you for being you. And for loving me. I love you.”

You pause your second admiring sniff of the bouquet and let your hands slump into your lap. Jin has his sappy moments, but they’ve usually come with an ask.

“What is it this time?” you tease, carefully feeling the soft, beautiful petals in your bouquet.

“Oh, so every time I’m sweet to you, I must have some kind of request?” Jin asks, frowning.

“You don’t have to have a request,” you joke, “but you usually do.”

He folds his arms. “Wow. Really?”

You laugh, but he stiffens when you try to kiss him.

When you meet his eyes, he lets his broad shoulders fall. “To be fair, I did have a request,” Jin admits, muttering under his breath.

“Oh?” you say playfully. “Which was?”

Jin watches you carefully, biting his lip.

You only realize that he’s wearing a suit when he floats to the floor, landing on one knee.

He pulls a delicate, diamond ring from his pocket.

“I only hope that I'll one day deserve what you've given me. But all I can do is try every day of my life.”

Time freezes. You want it to. You want to remember the cricket chirps cutting through the night sky. You want to remember the feeling of your sister’s comfiest bathrobe on your skin. You want to remember the smell of that perfect bouquet. You want to remember how quickly the dull pain of this flu leaves your body, immediately replaced with that same sharp fire you’ve felt for him since your first kiss. But most of all, you want to remember Jin’s elated and knowing face.

You don’t say anything. You don’t have to.

He kisses you tenderly, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He gently lays you back. He had a request, but he doesn’t need anything except you. To make you feel as happy as he does right now.

He undoes your robe, admiring your beautiful body in wonder. He kisses you again, and follows your curves down to your flesh, your pussy warm and fresh for him. He kisses your clean, soft skin, and you whimper happily, softly whispering his name over and over again. “Jin. Jin. Jin.”

The pressure builds, and your arousal is dripping along with the water from your shower. He laps it all up, nosing your clit and looking up at you as he tightens his grip on your flexing thighs. When he sees that you’re close, he rolls up his sleeves. One arm wraps around your right thigh, holding it to his shoulder. The other disappears from sight, but you feel his fingers inside of you, ready and able.

He eases into you, but soon enough, he’s devouring you while picking you apart. You don’t care who hears your moans. They’re full of ecstasy.

And when you fall apart around him, you finally give your official answer.

“Yes, Jin. Yes.”

Kim Seokjin is something else.

You’ve long discovered that he is unlike any other man you’ve ever known. Not that you’ve cared to know many. Especially not like this, his naked form writhing against you, and his naked cock finally finding its home in your tight pussy, stretching you out with that welcome burn that holds a miniscule heat when compared to the love exploding in your chest.

“Mrs. Kim,” Jin whispers happily, as you quiver against him. “I love you, Mrs. Kim.”

At the words, and the sight of your discarded tuxedo and bridal gown, you giggle like a schoolgirl. He tips his head fondly to the sound.

His fingers already know how to curve against the swells of your ass, helping you turn over and get on your hands and knees. “Think you can give me one more?” he asks you, but you’re already looking back at him with a dazed, gleeful smile.

He pumps into you again, easy and careful, like your love at first. His cock fills you up so much, makes your head tilt, and constellations rearrange. You move together as if one, as if you never existed as separate entities. He gasps when you tighten, and when you hear him gasp, you pulse. His rumbles spur you on to move faster, and when you reach back for him, he places his fingers between the lips of your pussy, making your dizzy head droop. He doesn’t just move in soft, sensual shapes, or use his wide palm to cup you with delicious pressure. Once he’s warmed you up again, he places his fingers around your clit, stroking it, playing with it, letting each digit get its due.

You start to rock back against him with more vigor, and he picks up the pace. A firm, flexing arm wraps around your breasts, nipples and tissue poking through the gaps between his fingers, spilling out around his wrist. His pumps would hurt if you weren’t so wet, arousal long having evolved from droplets into a thick slather, the remnants of your perfect ambrosia on Jin’s chin still sweet. His tongue wraps around wildly to take a taste of you there, and also to take a taste of your candlelit back, salt and sugar delectable.

You toss your head back, eyes rolling, heart pounding.

“Come,” Jin tells you urgently.

“You too,” you plead. “Want it. Fill me.”

And how he fills you. With himself. With his love. With the promise of everything he’ll become, for himself, and for you.

His chin lands on your shoulder, and you sob. This is why it never felt right with any of the others before him. This is all so good, and right, and flawless. This was meant to be.

His cock strains inside of you, deep and throbbing. You feel it about to explode.

He senses your spiking arousal. So he places the pads of his fingers around your clit, milking it, stroking it, an attempt to mimic what you do for him, a sensation you’d never felt before.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, the top of your head hitting the pillow, your voice muffled by the honeymoon suite sheets.

“C’mon baby, that’s it,” Jin grunts with considerable effort, cock buzzing with anticipation at just how beautifully erotic your release will be around him.

“Baby,” you whine. You reach for him again, a hand over your shoulder, looking for something, anything else he can give you. He lets his teeth find purchase on your skin, biting tenderly, purposefully, releasing a scalding roar out of you.

And with that roar comes the inevitable fall. The fall through time. The fall through space. The fall to the mattress, bodies flexing involuntarily, minds lost.

When you know someone will catch you like Jin does, will always, hands and arms and heart full of only you, it’s incredibly easy to fall.

He pulls you both onto your side, hugging you from behind, pressing soft kisses into your shoulder, where his teeth had turned you red.

“Let’s make a baby,” he tells you thoughtfully, letting his tongue lick his mark. “If we had babies, they would look like you.” He plants a final kiss there, and smiles. “It'd be so beautiful if that came true.”

“One thing at a time,” you whisper. You don’t know why you do this. Why you think you need to look before you leap. You don’t. You have Jin, and he’ll always catch you.

“But I want more of you,” Jin remarks, gazing at you, the pinnacle of miracles. “You don't even know how very special you are.”

You turn back to him, only able to see the outline of the left side of his face.

“Do you not know?” you ask quizzically. A whole day of celebrating your love, and he still doesn’t know?

“Not know what?” he asks, a little worried.

“You…”

You sigh.

“Sometimes I think you must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me. You're like an angel.”

You place your arms over his, squeezing him into you. He nuzzles against you, kissing your neck.

“The thing that I feel is stronger than love, believe me,” you tell him. “You're something special.”

He rolls over you slightly, seeking your perfect lips. You kiss, perhaps deeper than you ever have.

And your heart fills when you pull apart and watch as he struggles for air. He’s told you time and time again, with his words, with his kisses, with his body, how much he loves you. Every time he’s tried, he’s emptied himself of everything he has, left a panting, awestruck mess.

You.

You miracle.

You leave Kim Seokjin breathless.

#my fics #Soft & Sad & Happy & Something Else #skyys-universe #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts smut #bts x you #jin x you #jin x y/n #jin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin x y/n #seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #jin smut #seokjin fluff #jin fluff #strangers to lovers #slow burn

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Entrapture

Kou & Subaru

Minor nsfw, pining, headcanons

Definition of a cruel summer fling

They didn't even expect it to happen, I mean yeah both were into the pulling ponytails for a love language thing but they're oblivious

It was honestly borderline crazy

They'd be all in each others face then wait for the first chance of privacy to make out

Neither knew how to feel, all they knew was it felt good and the other looked so so pretty

Very needy, bite marks neither meant for feeding or fighting decorated them, simply marking each other up would get them going

Kou would float around seeing what buttons he could push to get a reaction, his favourites were when subaru acknowledged him in public especially in front of his brothers

He hated being kept a secret but it was satisfying when subaru admitted to his family he saw him as his best friend, not the complete truth but close enough

Would literally spend the night and waltz into breakfast like it was normal, left reiji flabbergasted because he had to give up his breakfast

Thinks it's funny to decorate Subaru's coffin with hello kitty stickers

Laito gets on a whole new plane of competitive on family game nights, gives out shovel talk

They'll go on long drives all night, without saying anything to each other but their pinkies will be linked

Will look at the stars in the country side of some villa Subaru got in his inheritance wrapped up in each others arms

Or will sit together in some fancy hotel kou booked with the entire wall just a window, watching the skyline as kou gets high and Subaru drinks wine trying to ignore the smell

The first couple of nights they'd slept together they keep it quiet, like it would be taboo to make any sounds. It's almost like a ritual then jealous sex gets in the way and they're snarling at each other trying to prove a point.

Kou literally flirts in a deliberate way in front of him, subaru nearly strangled him because communication is just not their thing

Kou isn't any better, he wakes up one morning in Subaru's coffin and finds subaru in the windowsill looking at the roses. It took him forever to convince Subaru to show him his room. Anyways Subaru walks over to the dresser and sprays the boquet by his bedside with perfume, and kou things it's so cute until he realizes it's a woman's perfume and it's obviously very old and nearly about to finish.

Kou gets suspicious fast, but he wants to lure Subaru out first and asks of that's his perfume, and subaru says yeah obviously kou can tell he's lying. Now he's trying to figure out why he would lie, still trying to joke around he asks if it's some special ladies for him to be carrying it around.

Subaru thinking he's still messing about goes something like that, now kou's furious he grabs Subaru's dagger and holds it to his neck

"Now subaru-chan that's not very nice is it, trying to make me jealous. Who was she? Some pureblood vampire beau of yours? You really cared about her huh?"

Literally starts seeing red when subaru laughs at him, doesn't calm down until he explains it was his mother's

Obviously does a full sweep of Subaru's room once he goes to get them breakfast to make sure any female belongings are his mom's

Still tells Yuma they're just "messing" about at family dinner though

Would take subaru to backstage shows, and subaru would watch him get dressed up. The first time Subaru allowed the stylists to put eyeliner on him kou went feral.

Literally hangs off Subaru in public, Subaru always has a hand around his wrist where pulse is or around the back of his neck

Subaru loves tucking his head into the nook under kou's chin

Shu knows

Everyone finds out after him

First time they fucked they both got home and took really long showers trying to pretend it was in the moment thing.

It was not

They never did make it official verbally got each other promise necklaces tho, the hearts can only be opened with the key the other has

#diabolik lovers #anime #diahell #karlheinz sakamaki #yui komori #headcanon #kou mukami #subaru sakamaki #sakamaki family #in love #denial #very slow burn #very much so #people are idiots #Spotify

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Bargaining Chip

Hello! This is my first time posting on Tumblr ever:) I pulled this one-shot from a fic I posted on AO3 a few months ago but the plot is irrelavent and I changed it from first person to second as well as some details so it can be read as a stand alone. There’s some plot from the actual story but you really don’t need to know it at all.

There might be a few errors, especially because I changed the entire point of view and converted it to present tense from past tense so sorry:) 

Loki manages to get his hands on you and exchanges you and your body for his ticket to independence from the Avengers. Bucky gets to go first.

Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters included: Loki, and a little bit of Tony, Steve, and Thor

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY!!! SMUT (NON-CON TOUCHING, FORCED ORAL SEX (m receiving), KNIFE THREATS, DARK! AVENGERS, BUCKY’S AN ASSHOLE IN THIS, DEGRADATION, BASICALLY FORCED PROSTITUTION) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

You awake in the passenger seat of your own car with only foggy memories of you and your partner before everything had gone dark. Your mission from the CIA...breaking and entering the motherfucking Avenger’s facility and managing to escape...you were so close. If it weren’t for him. In your haze, you look to see who could possibly have the audacity to be driving your car, and there sits Loki, the God of Mischief, who you had only scene on the news, driving one hand and inspecting something in his other.

“Good evening my lady. Sleep well?” he mocks without taking his eyes off the item in his hand which upon further inspection from you looks to be... a red leash?

What the hell?

“I do hope you like your outfit,” he continues. “I think I assembled quite the get up for you.”

Looking down, you let out a muffled scream that was cut off by a strip of duct tape. Your hands are bound in your lap, but that isn’t what horrifies you. It’s what’s underneath them. You take into account your bare legs, fully on display, with a black dress leaving little to the imagination. The top half is just as horrifying with it’s plunging neckline. Your legs end with a pair of strappy gold heels that ensures any chances of running away to be futile while your upper arms are adorned in golden bracelets accented with emeralds. Whether the emeralds were real or fake, you could care less. You have bigger problems to worry about.

“What the fuck?!”

Is what you try to say, but the gag only makes it come out as a mangled ball of muffled murmurs. Though the chuckle Loki lets out implies he understands your enraged speaking attempt.

“You, my dear, are going to be a bargaining chip. I heard about your little escapade at the Avenger’s facility last night. Impressive, I must say, but my brother and his little hero posse had been looking for you relentlessly after that. They are practically obsessed with catching the women that managed to break into their high security building.”

Loki takes a sharp turn into a parking garage, narrowly missing the wall. You squeal as your precious car runs over the curb.

“I forgot how much I hate mortal transportation devices. But Stark had to build this tower in the middle of New York to feed his ever-growing ego and now I’m the one that has to rely on a car to get me there,” he grumbles while pulling into a parking space. He takes a deep breath once the car is parked. “Now, I’m going to remove that gag out of your mouth, and if you scream, I will peel your skin off of your body in the slowest, most painful way imaginable. Understood?”

You nod frantically and he rips the tape off, extracting a whimper from your now stinging mouth. You open your mouth for him to take the wad of cloth out that was under the duct tape. As he extracts it, you snap your mouth shut in an attempt to bite him, but he’s quick to evade and grabs your jaw harshly.

“What did I say before?” he seethes. 

“You said not to scream. I didn’t scream. Now let go of my face.”

Loki roughly throughs your face to the side, letting go, and looks around the surroundings of the car, probably checking for any unwanted onlookers.

“Out of the car. Now,” he orders and you hastily oblige using your bound hands to open the door.

As you shut the door, you catch a glimpse of your own reflection and grimace. You look like a hooker. Aside from the skimpy outfit, your hair was pinned up and intertwined with gold strands. Your makeup is done as well. Sultry eye shadow and dark red lipstick.

“I didn’t know the God of Mischief was a makeup guru,” you jab.

He ignores you and harshly pushes you forward. “Walk.”

“Where’s my partner?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Loki replies. “She has other uses than the one I currently need you for.”

“And what use am I needed for?”

“I already told you. By the gods, you mortals are stupid. You are to be a bargaining chip, (Y/N).”

Your blood runs cold. “How do you know my name?” you ask.

“I know everything about you. Including your peculiar abilities.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

“Now, don’t worry,” he adds. “As amusing to me as it would be, I have no interest in enlightening the Avengers to your secret identity. As far as they will know, I am simply giving them the criminal that broke into their compound.”

“And what’s in it for you?” you ask as he guidesyou into an elevator.

After pushing a button, he goes to fix his dark green tie. “Clever girl now aren’t you?”

“Answer the question.”

“How about-no?” he muses and a soft ding resonates through the elevator.

The doors opened and, for a moment, you forget the predicament your in. Inside was the most beautiful penthouse you had ever seen. The opposite wall was made entirely out of glass allowing a view of the New York City night skyline. Everything little piece of furniture each looks as expensive as your car, but your focus becomes drawn to the minibar. The Avengers were all sitting there, laughing, and most were obviously drunk.

“Here James, try some of this,” Thor booms.

Bucky makes a face. “Why would I drink something from another planet meant for Gods?”

“Jeez Buck it’s the only thing that can get you and I drunk,” Steve slurs and claps Bucky on the shoulder. “It’s your birthday. Live it up a little.”

Bucky hesitates before grabbing the flask Thor offers him and throwing his head back, downing the flask in one go.

Loki seems to have enough of the party scene as he clears his throat to interrupt them.

“Gentlemen-”

Before Loki uttered another word all the Avengers clambered from their seats to grab their weapons, but their intoxicated state just makes it a comical sight. Captain America falls over in an attempt to reach for his shield below the table. Tony Stark’s iron man mask smacks him over the head as he fails to turn in time to catch it on his face. Sam Wilson chokes on his drink and falls backwards off his barstool in shock.

“I come bearing no ill tidings.” Loki spread his arms.

“Then why bother coming at all?” Thor growls, shifting his hammer to his right hand.

“I’ve come to make an offer.”

With that, Loki snatches your wrist and throws you towards him and the other men. You stumbled in you stilettos and let out a yelp as you land on the floor looking up at the 5 present Avengers: Thor, the Winter Soldier, Captain America, Iron Man, and the Falcon. They all look down on you with perplexed looks etched onto their faces.

“You guys have been so caught up and stressed about finding your security breaches that I was generous enough to do some finding myself,” Loki explains.

“And how do we know you didn’t just pluck some prostitute off the street?” Caps eyes rake up and down your body.

Loki scoffs. “Always the skeptic captain. Does this answer your question?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flash-drive.

Tony snatches it from his hands. “Jarvis, what’s on this drive?” he asks, holding the drive up to a scanner in the glasses he’s wearing.

“It appears to be the files you have been collecting the 2 vigilantes you have been tracking and-.”

“Okay thanks J!” Tony interrupts quickly before Jarvis could spill any more information. He proceeds to storm up to your cowering and kneeling form that hadn’t dared move and harshly grabs your jaw.

Jesus, what was with these men and your poor, bruised jaw?

“Why would you possibly need this information?” he asks calmly, but his eyes are feral. He studies you and his brows furrow. Did he manage to piece it all together that you were the alleged vigilante they had been hunting? He lets go of your jaw and throws you back on the floor. “What business do you have looking for them?”

Looking for them? You let out a sigh of relief.

“None of your business,” you spit.

“Anyways,” Loki continues, and the drive suddenly disintegrated in Tony’s hand while reappearing in Loki’s. “I will happily hand over this seemingly important information along with the girl for you to do with her as you please, but…” He pauses. “Only if you stop tracking my current whereabouts.”

“And why would we do that, Loki? You’re dangerous,” Steve notes.

“I was dangerous,” Loki interjects. “I have been a good boy haven’t I? I would like to lead a normal life without you imbeciles tailing my every move. If I slip, Thor here will know within the second if I’m involved with anyone wrong doings, won’t you brother dear?”

Thor grunts at that statement.

“Besides, Stark’s satellite can track any magical energy if I use it. Which I won’t.”

“Fine. Now hand over the drive,” Tony snaps and holds his hand out.

After Loki drops the small gadget into Tony’s hand, he hauls you up and spins you around to face him.

His voice is quiet and low. “Be glad I didn’t tell them about my plans for you friend. It would be a shame if they found out about her abilities...and yours.”

He spins you back around to face the 5 men whose eyes were now raking up and down your body. “Easy on the eyes isn’t she?” Loki mentions, hands falling on your waist making you squirm. “You know, I almost considered keeping her for myself. Her exotic beauty is that of a pleasure maiden on Asgard.” Your struggles are invigorated at his implications. “Enjoy your whore.” And with that, he gives you one final shove before vanishing.

It’s silent for half a minute before one of the men speak up.

“Alright who wants to take her for a spin?” Tony asks, clapping his hands together. “I vote the birthday boy gets first dibs. Huh, Buckaroo?”

You blanch at the idea. Were they really going to go through with what Loki wanted? What happened to the valiant heroes you saw on your screen?

“Wait Tony, you can’t be seriously considering Loki’s suggestion?” Sam Wilson sounds surprised.

Tony shrugs. “Why not, Birdie? It’s either this or high security prison and I don’t think she wants to rot in a cell.”

“She is standing right here and would rather rot in hell than do what Loki had in mind,” you hiss.

“Well it’s a good thing we weren’t asking for her opinion,” Tony says.

“Tony’s right, Sam,” Steve adds slowly. “We bust our asses out there. We deserve something nice.”

“Day after day we save this pathetic world, and no thanks are given. Just everyone saying what we did wrong. We should’ve left the world to fend for itself after they tried shoving those ridiculous accords down our throats,” Thor murmurs

Sam raises both of his hands up in defense. “Fine. Do what you want with her. I’m gonna head out.” And with that he leaves. Your heart sinks, watching the only glimmer of hope, your knight in shining armor, walk out the door. Your self-pity party is cut short by an arm snaking around your waist.

Bucky Barnes, trained assassin, mass murderer, and now current Avenger, puts his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply, sending shivers down your spine while you stand frozen like a deer in headlights. “What do you say, doll? Wanna finish what we started the other night?” His hand on your waist slowly drifts down to your ass.

You stomp your heel down on his foot eliciting a groan of pain. “Last time I checked, you were in the dirt, and I was driving away that night after a successful robbery. There’s nothing to finish.”

He moves quickly as he rips your hair out of what’s securing it up, using the opportunity to tangle his hand into the roots and drag you away to a separate room. He wrenches open and throws you in, leaving you to stumble and trip. A searing pain on your forehead signaled that you hit your head.

“How about we use that snarky mouth of yours for something better hmm?” His voice is ice cold with malice as he grips your hair and yanks you up.

You cry out in pain, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Not so tough now, are you?” he sneers down at you. Hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling and pants unzipping, you shut your eyes.

A tear escapes, cascading down your face, but his thumb gently wipes it away.

“Open your eyes, doll,” he coos.

You shake your head and screw them shut even tighter.

“I said...OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!” he roars and your eyes fly open only to see his member sticking out of his slacks right in front of your face. He’s almost fully hard as precum dribbles out of the tip. “Good girl,” he praises. “Now, since you can’t seem to keep your snarky mouth shut, let’s put it to better use. How bout that?”

You don’t move, and he sighed as you look down to the floor. You hear some shuffling, a small click, and suddenly something cold and sharp is pressing under your chin, tilting your gaze to his steel blue eyes.

“Let’s try this again.” He pushes the knife harder, digging it a little deeper, but not enough to draw blood. A knife. This dirty bastard has a knife. “Suck. My. Cock.”

Pushing all your pride aside, you direct your gaze to the task in front of you. Bucky lets out an approving hum and the knife is removed from your throat. You swallow before opening your mouth and dragging your tongue from his base to the tip before wrapping your lips around him and sucking lightly.

Bucky was no slacker down there, you had to give him that. You ease your mouth down his shaft and his head tilts back.

“Oh fuck that’s it,” he moans. “Take my dick down your throat.” He grunts. His metal hand fists your hair to push your head down, sliding a few more inches into your throat. “Oh-that’s a good whore,” he breathes.

A gag is torn from you and you slap your hands against his thighs to imply you couldn’t take much more. Bucky’s only response is another grunt as he jams the rest of his length down your throat leaving your only intake of oxygen to come from your nose which was now mashed right above the base of his thick cock. As quickly as he pushed you down before, he pulls you back off by your hair, letting you go to wretch, gasping for air and freedom. A strand of saliva still connects from his tip to my lips.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He snags your hair again. “Open wide, slut.”

You do just that and he begins to fuck your throat at his own pace, sliding his entire length down every time. Tears brim at your eyes, not just from the lack of oxygen, but the humiliation of the moment as well. The time passes much too slowly for your liking, minutes dragging on for eternity, before he begins to reach his climax.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His cock twitches in your mouth.He holds your head with both hands as he releases straight into your mouth, warm thick strands of his release coating the back of your throat. He pulls out  with a pop and smirks down at you. “Good little sluts swallow” he orders.

You glare up at him, making a show of not doing anything.

“Well?” he demands and raises a dark brow.

You spit his own climax onto his expensive shoes.

“Why you-!” He raises his hand, getting ready to send a smack to your face.

“Barnes!” A female voice comes from the doorway as the door flies open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

There stood none other than the Black Widow.

#dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #non-con #bucky x female reader #dark!fic #loki x reader #avengers #idk how to tag this #fanfic #am i doing this tag thing right? #no i'm not #smut #dark!mcu #marvel #dark bucky x reader #dark!marvel

[carrionbeast]

Part 1 of my @daredevilexchange​ Daredevil + Defender Exchange Piece for @hehearse​! Part 2

Also available on Ao3 once the collection is revealed! Prompt used: talking about lost opportunities, lost chances

Image IDs are on Ao3, separately in chapter 2 and also under the cut!

[Image description: 6 images containing 11 Daredevil fan comic pages and 1 cover

Cover: 

Daredevil is written in the bright red, tilted lettering of the classic logo. In the upper left corner is a box with a black outline, split in two. The top half is a red box with white lettering, reading DDE, mimicking the marvel logo should be and under it, in a white box, is the number 1 in black lettering. Under these two boxes is the name of the author and artist, Neon Brutalism.

The cover features a large empty hourglass, tilted towards the upper left of the page. Trapped in the bottom of the hourglass, we see Daredevil and Foggy. The glass is too small for the both of them and they’re tangled in each other’s limbs. Matt’s sitting with his knees bent, uncomfortably on his tailbone. The toes of Matt’s boots are pressed up to the glass and his hands are pushing up against it above him and to his side, the red fabric of the gloves lighter where it’s tight against the curved glass. He’s blushing under his mask, tilting his head away from Foggy. Foggy, dressed in a suit with bow tie, with his legs up in the air, has one hand between Matt’s boots and one above his head, against the glass. The bottoms of Foggy’s shoes are up against the glass, right leg across Matt’s lap and his left leg behind Matt’s back. Foggy is also looking away from Matt and blushing deeply.

At the bottom of the page, the title, “The Glass of Sand and Fog” is written in white lettering with a thick black outline. /end image description]

[Image Description: Interior cover:

No art but text in the center that reads: 

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of Marvel. The original characters and plot are the property of the creator of this story. The author and artist is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended. 

In the lower left corner of the page, more text, that reads:

“For Heherse, Daredevil and Defenders Exchange 2021” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 1

Panel 1  - Inside a warehouse. The moon glows through the warehouse’s glass-block windows, casting a sharp light on the room. The camera is pointed up at the villain, a thin, short-haired man, half-hidden in shadow. His right eye is obscured by a large monocle and he has a triumphant expression on his face. He is standing on top of a giant clock with a large battle-axe replacing the hour-hand. The axe-hand is pointing to the number twelve in roman numerals. The man is dressed in high-waisted riding pants with suspenders and an old fashioned button-up shirt. In his left hand, he holds a staff with a small hourglass on the top. 

The Villain: “Don’t worry, Mr. Nelson! You still have one more hour for Daredevil to come save your miserable life! But beware, the Axe of Time may be the end of you both!”

A speech balloon coming from below the panel’s edge.

Off Camera Voice: “What the hell is the axe of time?”

Panel 2 - The camera pulls out to reveal the full shape of the clock. It stands solitary on a short platform in an empty warehouse. The villain leans over the clock to glare downwards with an offended expression.

Sitting on the platform, positioned at the 6 on the clock, under the axe, is Foggy. He’s wearing a bowtie and a slightly rumpled suit. His hair is parted in the center and slightly messy. His hands are bound together at the wrist and his feet at the ankles but he does not seem very distressed. 

The Villain: “Well, not all of us can afford the giant hourglass needed for a sands of time trap.”

Foggy: “It’s just really thematically confusing.”

Panel 3 - Medium zoom in on the villain. The camera right side of his face is hidden in shadow and his grin is toothy and threatening.

The Villain: “You should be more worried about your dear friend Daredevil -”

Panel 4 - Same zoom. The villain is confused and raises a single eyebrow.

The Villain: “Wait. Friend? Associate? Client? I’m unclear on the nature of your relationship.”

Panel 5 - Medium zoom in on Foggy’s face. He rests his chin on his bound-together hands and stares forward in resignation. 

Foggy: “Yeah, you and me both.” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 2

Panel 1 - Pulling back into the shadows a little, the villain grins, still gripping his staff.

The Villain: “Well, no matter…”

Panel 2 - The shadows behind the villain have shifted into the silhouette of a figure with horns. Enormous, bright red eyes glare ominously forward into the camera.

The Villain:  “Once your companion shows up to save you, he’ll meet his grisly-”

Panel 3 - The villain’s speech balloon continues into the next panel but his sentence is cut off as the shadows materialize into Daredevil. Daredevil punches the villain in the face, fist flying towards the camera. We see the villain’s full face at last as his monocle goes sailing off his face and out into the gutters between the panels. 

The Villain makes a distressed noise.

Panel 4 - A bird’s eye view down at the floor from the top of the clock. We can see Daredevil’s boots standing on the top of the clock. The villain lies unconscious on the floor, his monocle next to him, cracked and his staff out of reach.. Still sitting on the platform is Foggy, who looks up at the camera with a fond expression. 

Foggy: “My hero.”

Panel 5 - Camera at ground level, Foggy watches as Daredevil jumps towards the ground. Daredevil: “I’m guessing this was a me-related kidnapping?”

Panel 6 - The camera is over Foggy’s shoulder. Daredevil is facing away from Foggy as he unties Foggy’s hands. His expression is regretful and apologetic and the far-side of his face is slightly cast in shadow. 

Foggy: Well…

Daredevil: Sorry... /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 3

Panel 1 - Daredevil sits on his knees as he unties the ropes around Foggy’s ankles. He’s still regretful. Foggy reaches over to pat Daredevil on the shoulder with a comforting expression.

Foggy: “Really, don’t get pouty. This guy wasn’t exactly threatening.”

Panel 2 - Daredevil and Foggy are both standing now. Foggy is holding the remnants of the rope in his hand and examining it with a dubious expression. Behind him, Daredevil looks confused.

Foggy: “He didn’t even tie me to the clock.”

Daredevil: “That’s a clock?”

Panel 3 - Far zoom out at ground level. Foggy and Daredevil walk away from the camera towards the double-doors of the warehouse. Light from the street casts a shadow behind them as they move towards the light.

Daredevil: “Why’s there an axe on it?”

Foggy: “His theme is inconsistent.”

Daredevil: “Hm.”

Panel 4 - Pull back and reveal the outside of the warehouse, a square brick building with a low, flat roof. The full moon hangs low in the sky. The streets around them are empty and a bright streetlamp casts the warehouse area in light, reflecting off the power lines and windows of the warehouse. Daredevil climbs a rickety ladder next to the warehouse door, leading up to the warehouse roof as Foggy stands on the ground and watches him climb.

Daredevil: ”To be honest, I think time is scary enough without a giant axe clock.”

Panel 5 - Foggy grins up at Daredevil as he climbs up the ladder towards the camera.

Foggy: “What, worried about getting old? Daredeviling getting hard on your knees?”

Daredevil: “No, no…”

Panel 6 - As Daredevil’s boots retreat out of the top of the panel, Foggy starts to climb up after Daredevil.

Daredevil: “It’s hard to explain.”

Panel 7 - At the top of the warehouse. The roof access door visible over h’s shoulder, Daredevil is standing on the flat roof and reaching over the ledge to pull Foggy the remaining distance up the ladder.

Daredevil: “Maybe it’s the idea of stuff slipping away, missing chances, that sort of thing.”

Foggy: “Let’s not talk about slipping when you’re pulling me up a rusty ladder?” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 4 - 

Panel 1 - The New York City skyline lights up the horizon as Daredevil and Foggy sit on the ground of the roof, their backs to the ledge wall surrounding it. Daredevil hugs his knees and Foggy has one  leg stretched out and one bent slightly, more relaxed. Foggy looks at Daredevil.

Foggy: “So, what slipped away from you?”

Panel 2 - From behind, Daredevil pulls his cowl up and off, revealing Matt’s hair. It’s static-y and wild from being under the cowl.

Matt: “Oh…”

Panel 3 - Matt grips his knuckles and faces down, blushing brightly as Foggy, with a determined expression, runs his fingers through Matt’s hair trying to smooth it down. 

Matt: “Just… Stuff.”

Panel 4 - Matt in profile, gently wincing. The blush has receded and Foggy is smiling at him.

Foggy: “Oh. like how I still wish I had tried out for the Hell’s Kitchen community theater production of The Scarlet Pimpernel?”

Matt: “Ha, kind of.”

Panel 5 - Meta panel, borderless with a white background. Cartoon-y versions of Matt and Foggy pop up from the edge of the lower panel’s border, standing next to an elaborate image of Foggy dressed in a French Revolution era military outfit, reminiscent of Norm Lewis’s from the 2006 revival. Cartoon Foggy is looking at the version of himself in costume thoughtfully, cartoon Matt has his arms crossed and is nodding.

Foggy: “Well, it’s not too late. They’re doing Les Mis in the fall. What do you think, should I try out for Fog Valfog or Fog-vert?”

Matt: “Oh, Fog-vert, one hundred percent.”

Panel 6 - Tight on Matt, his face is half-hidden in shadow. He’s smiling slightly but is more sad than anything else. 

Matt: “I think I’m too late for what I’m thinking about, though.”

Panel 7 - Panning over to Foggy, who is reaching for Matt’s shoulder.

Foggy: “Oh, come on, Matty, don’t be so broody.”

Panel 8 - Tight on the lower half of Matt’s face and his shoulder, where Foggy’s hand is resting. Matt is blushing again. In the background, Foggy is prattling on about something unclear but Matt isn’t paying attention.

Panel 9 - Matt in profile, his head cast down and shadows cover the top half of his face. He’s hesitant to explain.

Matt: “Foggy I - …” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 5 -

Panel 1 - Pull out to see Matt facing the camera and Foggy next to him. Matt isn’t facing Foggy and is still blushing. Foggy’s excited and has taken his hand off Matt’s shoulder.

Matt: “... Do you want a ride home?”

Foggy: “Oh hell yes, I do!”

Panel 2 - The lights of the New York buildings around them blur as Matt swings through the city on his billy club, Foggy’s arms tight around his neck.

Panel 3 - Foggy’s apartment, small amongst the New York skyscrapers. Scattered lights are on in the windows of the buildings, but Foggy’s apartment is dark.

Foggy: “So, uhhh…”

Panel 4 - Inside Foggy’s apartment, the lights are off. Matt stands stiffly with his arms crossed in the corner, next to the window, staying in the shadows. Foggy, in the foreground, is pulling off his dress shirt, revealing his undershirt. His belt is unbuckled and hanging loosely. He’s not looking at Matt.

Foggy: "... So you think Javert? Its a good role. I'm - I mean, I'm not sure I can carry it but ..." 

Panel 5 - Matt’s blushing bright red under his mask again and he points outside, leaning towards the window, slightly panicked. Foggy’s a little disappointed.

Matt: “I - um, sorry. I need to go. Because - I … Crime.”

Foggy: “Oh, sure, no proble-”

Matt: “Bye.”

Panel 6 - Foggy frowns as a red blur leaps out the window.

Panel 7 - Cut to a bright day. Foggy, wearing a dress shirt with vest and tie, is sitting at a  restaurant table across from Kirsten, who is wearing a blouse and slacks. The table has a glass of water and an uneaten burger and fries in front of Foggy and fried shrimp and salad in front of Kirsten Foggy has his eyes closed and arms crossed, frowning. Kirsten is leaning back, resting her left arm on the back of the chair and holding her drink casually in her right hand.

Foggy: “And that is the longest I’ve seen him in two weeks.” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 6 

Panel 1 - A restaurant patio on a New York street during the day. Foggy buries his face in his hands.

Foggy: "I had the perfect opportunity there. He was talking about - things he wished he'd done. UGH- Kirsten, why did I have to keep talking about musicals?"

Panel 2 - Close on Kirsten. She smirks and rolls her eyes.

Kirsten: “Hm, changing the subject to avoid being honest about something? Sounds like you've been hanging around Matt plenty to me.”

Panel 3 - Foggy holds a french fry and scowls at Kirsten while she takes a sip of her water through the straw. 

Foggy: “Hilarious. I'm pretty sure he knows how I feel anyway.”

Panel 4: Foggy, chewing, rests his cheek in his hand and looks away from Kirsten, pouting.

Foggy: “He turned red and panic-jumped out the window before I could finish talking about Javert."

Panel 5 - Pull out to a bird’s eye view. A graffitied truck rumbles by the patio as Foggy takes a bite of his hamburger. Kirsten has put her drink down.

Kirsten: "Well, is that better or worse than an actual rejection?"

Panel 6 - Foggy is glaring down at his burger as he chews, annoyed. 

Foggy: "At least an actual rejection has catharsis. Avoiding me is just him being a selfish dick." /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 7 

Panel 1 - The camera shifts slightly, pointing up from under the table, revealing the restaurant name behind Foggy and Kirsten; The Dog Track, and in the corner of the sign, the disclaimer “No longer associated with the New York Gaming Commission”. Kirsten is keeping her face carefully neutral as Foggy’s expression is more irritated. 

Kirsten: “That’s a little uncharitable.”

Foggy: "Just because I'm in love with him doesn't mean I don't know what he's LIKE."

Panel 2 - Kirsten tilts her head and holds a fried shrimp on a fork in her right hand. 

Kirsten: "And you can't just skip all the drama, pick up your phone and call him right now because...?"

Panel 3 - Tight on Foggy, who isn’t meeting Kirsten’s eye and is blushing.

Foggy: "It's ... complicated!"

Panel 4 - Pull out on Kirsten and Foggy. Kirsten is grinning and Foggy is hunched over, eating his hamburger and looking annoyed and embarrassed.

Kirsten: "You know you're about 15 years late for this high school shit, right?"

Foggy: “You’re 15 years too late.” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 8 - 

Panel 1 - Another warehouse at night, large shadows cast around the room.There’s no moon lighting the windows tonight. An enormous hourglass stands on the dirty floor, a few old crates are up against the wall and some of the pipes nearby are leaking water out onto the floor. There’s a human figure in shadow within the top section of the hourglass and another one on the floor, pacing. All the sand within the hourglass is in the bottom section.

Shadowed Figure in the Hourglass: “So did you get a grant or what?”

Shadowed figure on the floor: “Silence.”

Panel 2 - Foggy, of course, is the one trapped inside the hourglass. He’s annoyed but sitting comfortably like he’s in a hammock. He throws his hands up, gesturing to the hourglass around him.

Foggy: “It's just this is kind of a big budget upgrade from two week ago! I thought you spent all your money on that tranquilizer you hit me with.”

Panel 3 - Foggy frowns, skeptically and taps the glass with a finger.

SFX: Tink-tink

Panel 4 - Close on the villain, still cast in shadow. His monocle has a crack down the middle and he is wearing a waistcoat over a dress shirt and he’s furious. The hourglass is visible behind him and as Foggy pulls his cell phone from his pocket, watches the villain from within the hourglass.

Foggy: "... You know I need to be in the bottom part of this, right?" 

Villain: “I know how an hourglass works.”

Panel 5 - Over Foggy’s shoulder, within the hourglass, we see his phone. There’s a series of unreadable text messages sent to and from a devil emoji, but the latest one, sent from Foggy, simply reads “Halp”.

Foggy: “Touchy, touchy…” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 9 - 5 panels.

Panel 1 - Foggy is still reading his phone, more or less bored with the villain’s theatrics and waiting for a return text. 

Foggy: “So, what, you forgot you needed a way to flip it over?”

Panel 2 - The villain crosses his arms and glares up at Foggy, offended.

Villain: “I’m sorry, do I come into your place of business and tell you how to do your job?”

Panel 3 - The camera faces Foggy within the hourglass. He throws his hands up in frustration, still gripping his phone. 

Foggy: “Sorry, this is an even less deadly death trap than the first one!”

Panel 4 - Super tight shot on the villain’s eyes. The cracks in his monocle gleam and his visible eye makes him look deranged with the rest of his face in shadow.

Villain: “I am perfectly content to just push the hourglass into the river, Mr. Nelson, and let Daredevil find your bloated corpse when it washes up."

Panel 5 - Foggy smirks, looking profoundly unintimidated and reading his phone. 

Foggy: “I’d be more intimidated if I thought you could afford to replace it.” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 10 - 6 panels.

Panel 1 and 2 - The villain furiously points up at Foggy. 

Villain: “I will have you know Mr. Nelson, I”

The villain is suddenly cut off when a red billy club flies in from the left side of the panel, hitting him in the side of the head. His monocle goes flying and the villain himself drops like a sack of bricks.

Panel 3 - Daredevil in silhouette jumps down and lands gracefully on the silhouette of the hourglass with Foggy inside.

Foggy: “You know I don't think this guy thought this supervillain thing through.”

Panel 4 - Foggy looks up and watches as Daredevil perches on the edge of the hourglass and pushes it open at a hidden hinge. He faces down at Foggy.

Daredevil: “I don’t think any of them do.”

Panel 5 - Free of the hourglass, Foggy stands in the background next to the exit of the warehouse, one hand on his hip and the other rubbing the back of his neck. He eyes Daredevil as Daredevil scowls, fastening ropes around the villain’s hands.

Foggy: “So, we haven't really had a chance to talk at the office lately…”

Daredevil: “Well, we’ve been really busy.”

Panel 6 - Daredevil faces the exit, his face hidden and looking away from Foggy, who stands in the foreground.

Foggy: “I, uh, do need to talk to you about something -”

Daredevil: “Sure - yeah, sure, just uh….” /end image description]

[Image Description: Page 11 - 6 panels.

Panel 1 - A red blur as Matt takes off, leaving Foggy in silhouette behind him.

Panel 2 - Matt’s office, during the day. Matt is sitting in a leather chair behind his desk. He is wearing a suit and tie and his eyes are hidden behind his rectangular, red sunglasses.. Kirsten is there, sitting on the edge of Matt��s desk, half-turning to look at him as they talk, she’s wearing a pair of high-waisted slacks and a flowy blouse. Matt’s office is tidy, with a long filing cabinet in the corner with a braille printer on top. His desk is clean aside from his braille reader, hooked up to his closed laptop and a mug next to him. Other buildings are visible in the window behind him. Kirsten’s expression is slightly skeptical and Matt is wincing, embarrassed.

Kirsten: “So you left a devil-shaped dustcloud.”

Matt: “Look, I’m not proud of it.” 

Panel 3 - Matt leans back in his chair, smiling weakly. 

Matt: “I just need some time. I’ve been actively pushing this down for years, it just… comes back up sometimes.”

Panel 4 - Kirsten is skeptical and Matt smiles grimly. Behind Kirsten, we see Matt’s office door which reads Murdock (in reversed letters).

Kirsten: “And that’s why you’re hiding in your office.”

Matt: “And that’s why I’m hiding in my office.”

Panel 5 - Zoom in on Matt. He’s half-smiling, but clearly sad.

Matt: “I just… I know he won’t be a dick about it. But it’ll make him uncomfortable and I …”

Panel 6: Matt slouches all the way down in his chair, the office around him having vanished into a white void and leaving him alone to sulk.

Matt: “I’ve put him through enough.” /end Image description]

#daredevil #mattfoggy #fan comic #long post #daredevilexchange #matt murdock #foggy nelson

[angryschnauzer]

Castle Under The Stars

Summary: You always worry when its a full moon and your husband is away on assignment, but this full moon is different as he comes home to be with you. Will it be for good? And just how much fun can two werewolves get up to during the full moon when they have a child to look after?

A continuation of Moonlight On The Sand

Pairing: Werewolf Captain Syverson x Werewolf Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Werewolves, Breeding, Breeding Kink.

Typos are free range and organic, allowed to run wild and free. I do not operate a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll get an alert each time i post something new. Past works can also be found there.

Castle Under The Stars

You stepped out onto the back porch and propped the door open with a boot, the warm summer's breeze blowing softly at the net curtains on the kitchen windows, bringing in the scent of the roses in from the garden. Wiping your hands on your apron before hanging it on the little hook by the door, you grabbed your garden shears and flower basket, and headed out with bare feet onto the cool grass. The windows of your cabin all stood open, allowing the warm breeze to flow through the house, but also so you could hear if your little one cried from his nursery.

Quietly you stood and let the breeze push your light skirt against your legs as you carefully selected roses from the overloaded bushes. Small clouds skidded across the night sky, and for a moment you turned your face to feel the soft moonlight on your skin. The reflection of the sun's rays on its surface from orbit made your skin prickle, as if someone was pouring champagne over your limbs, but that was as far as your transformation would go, with the exception of the ring of fire in your irises.

You had been Sixteen when you had been turned. On a geology camping field trip, nature had literally callen and as you’d been in the bushes relieving yourself that’s when the lupine had got you. It took a few months to realise what had happened, and it was only when your monthly period bleed coincided with a full moon did you turn. With irregular cycles through your teens and early twenties, you probably only turned twice, maybe three times a year, but eventually you got used to it.

It had however been a bit of a shock to your new husband, Sy, when you had turned for the first time. He’d knocked you up on the first day he met you, so it took a good 11 months before your cycle had come back, two months after the birth of your precious baby boy. That first night had been a challenge; dealing with a newborn whilst both parents were howling at the moon, however you were thankful that Edith who lived in the cabin down the lane knew of these things, and upon hearing the howling had rushed over in her nightgown. 

Since then Edith had been like a surrogate mother and grandmother, as it turned out her late husband had the lupine tendencies too. Your deployment had ended whilst you were on maternity leave and you’d chosen to leave the Army entirely rather than take a desk job. Sy was special ops and in the middle of another deployment, but you had no idea when that would finish because of the nature of his assignment. Looking up at the moon you wondered where he was, hoping he was coping with the full moon and his monthly transformation. You weren’t ashamed to admit you actually really enjoyed when he was at home for a full moon; he was even more attentive and the sex was mind blowing. Standard sex with Sy left you bow legged and exhausted, but with the added power of the moon… well, it was out of this world and you’d had orgasms so strong you’d actually passed out a couple of times. 

The sounds of the occasional truck on the highway a couple of hundred feet away sporadically filled the night, and you thought about that time Sy had driven out to the lake with you and you’d spent the night fucking under the moonlight in the flatbed which he’d covered with blankets and throw pillows. You’d been seven months pregnant but good god it was some of the best sex you’d ever had. 

As you shifted to reach a particularly large rose you could feel your panties stick to you, just the thought of Sy was making you wet and ready. You wished you knew when he would be home, taking matters into your own hands wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the real thing from the man you loved.

Just then you heard a pair of owls hooting in the distance, a truck on the highway honking its horn, so you didn’t notice the sound of tyres on the long grassy driveway that ran up the hill to the cabin. Humming to yourself you were running your fingertips over the soft petals of a trailing white rose when the first hint of his scent reached you on the wind. It made you stop and doubt yourself, before it hit again and you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach bloom. Dropping the basket and shears on the grass you ran to the front of the cabin, the breeze catching at your skirts before you finally saw him, standing at the open gate to the garden, his large duffel hanging from his shoulder, the fire in his eyes as he finally saw you.

“Sy!”

He let the bag drop to the floor as you ran into his arms, launching yourself at him, your legs were wrapped around his thick waist as you kissed him. His deep laugh as you peppered his face with soft kisses, the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks;

“I’m here Darlin’” he practically growled, and that’s when you remembered the moon.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, the golden ring of fire matching your own, and as he took long strides across the grass you felt the coupling connection again, just like that first night in the desert. 

He set you down on the lawn, laying you softly on the grass as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck. Grasping the front of your dress he let out a growl as he ripped the garment clean in two, humming his appreciation at your swollen breasts where you were still breastfeeding and soft belly, before your soaked panties met the same fate as your dress. His lips continued their path down your body, until he reached the apex of your thighs and inhaled deeply, his eyes shining bright in the moonlight before he dived in and licked a wide stripe through your soaked folds. There under the soft caress of the moon’s rays your lupine husband pulled the first of many orgasms from your body that night, surrounded by the wild calls of nature and the overwhelming scent of the roses. 

-

Sitting at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows as you flipped the pancakes on the skillet, smiling as you watched your two boys have breakfast. Michael sat in his high chair, babbling away as Sy seemingly understood every word of gibberish that came from his son’s lips. 

Sliding the pancakes onto a plate, you set it down on the table before you felt a strong arm around your waist and Sy pulled you across his lap, his massive hands smoothing over your bare thighs where all you wore were panties and his t-shirt;

“Steady there Darlin, making me want more than just pancakes for breakfast if you’re walkin’ around in just this”

Just then there was a knock at the screen door, all three of you turning to see Edith smiling and waving from the other side;

“Edith! Come in girl, been looking forward to seeing ya!” Sy called out, a huge grin on his face that got even bigger when he spied the basket she was carrying covered in a red and white checkered napkin.

You reluctantly climbed off your husband's lap, excusing yourself to quickly grab your robe as Sy and Edith talked;

“Big Sy, i knew it was your truck that rumbled past my cabin last night”

“Was indeed, home with my girl and my little man” he paused as Edith set the basket onto the table; “Those aren’t….?”

“They sure are” she pulled the napkin up and underneath were her famous peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies.

Sy quickly pulled one from the basket and snapped it in two, handing half to Michael who happily chewed on the freshly baked treat.

“Hmmmnnnn, Edith, i could get used to these”

“You staying this time Sy?”

“I sure am Edith”

“Does she know?”

“Nope, wanna surprise her later”

“Moon’ll be up again tonight, you want me to watch Mikey?”

Just then you walked into the room, catching the last of the conversation;

“Are you sure?”

Edith stood and smiled, rubbing a finger over Michael’s chubby little cheek;

“Absolutely, why don’t I drop by after he’s had his supper?”

-

Setting Edith up with everything she would need for an evening of watching Jeopardy as your son slept peacefully in his crib, you grabbed the picnic basket and blanket and gave Michael a kiss, before stepping out into the night air. Sy had already taken off, with the moon rising before sundown he got antsy, but he would meet you at the lake. He’d set everything up ready, and just told you to drive his truck down, he’d set off on foot earlier, wanting to burn some energy in the calmness of nature.

The truck's tyres crunched on the gravel as you parked up, the lake a still mirror for the pink purple skyline as the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. But none of those were what you were looking at, no, what drew your attention was your husband quietly sitting on a rock at the shoreline, his boots resting beside him as he let his feet cool in the waters. With your sandals left in the truck you walked across the soft sand before reaching the shoreline, sitting beside him as he wrapped his big arm around your shoulders.

“Sy, what are you thinking about?”

He looked at you, his smile warm as his eyes shone amber in the low light;

“Lots of things Darlin… how lucky i am to have you in my life, how i don’t think i could have coped with what happened if it hadn’t been for you”

“Oh Sy…” your eyes watered; “I love you so much”

“I love you too Darlin. You and Mikey are my world…” he paused, poignantly; “There’s something else i wanna tell ya Darlin…”

For a moment you heart sank, dreading what he was going to say;

“Sy…”

“Ya know how Walt’s construction business is expanding and he needs a new site manager?”

“What?” whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that

“Well, i got a surprise…” he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass; “I’m done with the Army”

“No! You’d better not be fibbing…” your eyes were full to the brim, nervous tears threatening to spill

“Not fibbing… i’m done. Wanted to keep it a surprise until i knew for sure that the assignment was completed”

Crying happy tears you wrapped your arms around your husbands shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed joyfully that he wasn’t going away again. 

When you had finally settled down and Sy had reassured you for the 10th time that it was definitely true, he was definitely staying home for good, the pair of you stood and started to walk along the shore of the lake barefoot, the warm sand beneath your feet as you clasped your hand around his.

The gentle sound of the water coupled with the feel of your skin touching his calmed Sy, even though the moon was out high above the pair of you, he didn’t feel the need to turn, the sense of utter contentment a balm on his soul. As you had rounded the lake he stumbled on a pebble, and in turn a giggle escaped your lips. Steadying himself he smirked and kicked at the water, splashing you a little as you let out a shriek at the cool water hitting your warm skin. Retaliating you splashed him a little more than you were expecting, soaking one side of his cargo shorts and he paused and looked at you with a feral smile spreading across his lips;

“Oh, now you’re in for it Darlin…”

Your legs carried you as you ran through the surf, knowing Sy would eventually catch you, yet the thrill was in the chase. You could hear his heavy footfalls gaining on you, but you had the advantage of being light on your feet and made a sharp turn into the woodland, the soft grass beneath your feet dry and coarse. You realised he wasn’t behind you and you slowed, turning to try and figure out where he went, when suddenly he emerged from the bushes, his eyes glowing amber in the darkness and he tackled you to the ground, yet somehow managed to turn your bodies so you were on top of him;

“Gotcha!”

He pulled you down so he could kiss you, turning your bodies until he was on top, shifting his knees so he could nestle between your thighs. Your skirt had rucked up in the tussle, and the harsh brush of his shorts against the soft skin of your thighs had your hips bucking up against him, eager for friction as your arousal grew. With the quick fumbling of eager hands you were both soon naked, Sy kneeling between your spread thighs to take in the sight of you, your nipples hard and your arousal a sheen between your legs. Grabbing your hips he pulled you up his thighs, your back arched and your shoulders still on the ground as he thrust into you, spearing your flesh with his own and you both let out a howl of pleasure. 

Sy couldn’t tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined, watching each time he pulled out and saw your juices glistening on his shaft, or how your cunt stretched open as he pushed this fat dick back into you, parting your walls and you cried out in pleasure. He fucked you like the feral beast he was, claiming his mate and catching the tell tale scent that drove him wild;

“Fuck, you’re ripe… gonna breed you and give you another pup. Thought i caught the scent last night but now i know for sure… can’t wait to see your belly round and your tits even fuller…”

He drove into your fertile body, feeling you cum around him yet he pounded through your orgasm knowing your cervix would be wide open now that you had cum and ready to take his seed. You were whimpering in his grasp, desperate for more but overwhelmed at the same time; 

“Sy… please… please put a baby in me…”

“Almost… there… Darlin’...” he grunted through thrusts, before his body went rigid and he threw his head back, filling your womb with pump after pump of his thick seed, a broad smile on his face as he even held you in place knowing that gravity would help get every last drop of cum through your cervix and flood your fertile ground. 

When he had finally finished coming he carefully settled the two of you onto the soft grass, holding you tight as your bodies were still joined, knowing that he would stay hard for another two or three goes. By the time he would be finished your bodies would be battered and bruised from the intensity of your lovemaking, yet the power of the moon would ensure by morning you would be healed, no outwardly visible signs that the feral carnality of the nights pleasures left behind, even if it meant you’d be sitting down tenderly on a cushion for the following 48 hours. 

It was well into the early hours when the pair of you finally limped back to Sy’s truck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carefully drove home, the moon having set early thanks to its cycle. 

When you arrived back at the cabin Edith was having a cigarette on the porch, the baby monitor resting on the rail next to her;

“Got it outta your systems?” she grinned as she took one last drag before crushing it in a plant pot of sand that sat at the doorway. 

“For tonight” Sy smirked as he carried you bridal style up the steps of the porch; “Can we book ya for tomorrow night too?”

“Sure thing Big Sy, but you’ll owe me”

“I’ll come fix the drainpipe around your porch once the full moon has passed”

“Deal… you’re a good-un” the old woman smiled as she grabbed her keys and slid the baby monitor into your lap as you quietly snoozed in your husbands arms; “It’ll be a girl this time”

Sy’s eyes went wide;

“How do you…?”

“I just know Sweetheart… my husband wasn’t the only one that’d turn ya’know…”

Sy held you as he watched the old woman make her way down the grassy lane to her cabin;

“She’s full o’ surprises is that one…” he looked down at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before catching the screen door with his booted foot; “Lets get you to bed for some rest… gotta recharge for tomorrow night… maybe make it twins…”

You shifted in his grasp;

“That’s not how it works” you mumbled sleepily, a smile on your face, but the truth was neither of you knew how it worked when you were lupine… really, anything could happen.

#captain sy #captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #werewolf!sy #captain syverson smut

[spectral-musette]

Hey! I hope you’re feeling better :) Could you do some older Obi Wan and Satine in an AU where they both live, The Emperor doesn’t get away with his craziness and we just have a happy Obitine living out the rest of their lives? :’)

Hey Anon, we all love some happiness AU now and then.<3 I wasn't sure if you meant fic or art, so I did a little bit of both? (And by "older" i wasn't sure if you meant like "transforming into Alec Guinness" older, but the ficlet (~1500 words) ended up set just a few years after the end of the war.)

. . . . .

“So early?”

The sun hadn’t yet risen above the jagged Coruscant skyline, and the pink morning light softly illuminated the room as the city lights began to wink off. Satine pushed her hair out of her face to better observe the lovely man sitting up next to her in her bed, bare-chested and lightly freckled, his own hair charmingly disarrayed as well.

He bent, kissing her temple, his beard soft against her cheek.

“I promised Cin I’d lead a saber workshop this morning.”

Satine rolled onto her back, reaching up to smooth his hair as he straightened. “Then I shan’t try to entice you to stay. Since you gave your word.”

“Your very existence entices me to stay,” he countered, smiling a little. “Always.”

“Oh, very nice. Early morning flattery.”

“Genuine,” he protested, making a show of looking wounded.

“Always?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow at him. “That’s a bit difficult to swallow in light of your 15 year absence from my company.”

“Believe me, I was very enticed,” he promised, kissing her again.

“You might have to convince me. But later, I suppose.” She heaved a sigh.

“I can probably get away in time for a late brunch,” he offered.

She shook her head slightly, pushing herself up reluctantly from her comfortable nest of pillows. “Padme wants me in a meeting at midday.”

“And the Chancellor must be obeyed.”

“Well. This one, anyway,” Satine said, with a twist of a wry smile. She meant no offense to Padme’s direct predecessor in the office, the Prince of Alderaan, but, even all these years later, they all still lived in the shadow of what Palpatine had nearly done to the Republic.

“I’ll see you this evening, then.” He pulled his undertunic on over his head, and Satine smoothed his hair again.

“I suppose, compared to 15 years, that’s not so long to wait.”

“It will feel like an eternity, I assure you.” He gathered her into his arms.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to be late. And what will you tell all those impressionable padawans if they ask what kept you?”

“They wouldn’t dare. My dear Satine, our relationship is the absolute worst kept secret in the Jedi Temple.”

“Worse than Padme and Anakin’s?”

“At this point, I think so. The arrival of the twins rather disqualified them from ‘secret’ status.”

“How is the new training system working out?”

“What, letting the Skywalkers go home with their father at the end of the day? It certainly hasn’t seemed to impede their progress compared to their peers. A few other families are trying it as well. A couple from Lothal just brought their son to us on a similar schedule and will be living on Coruscant for a few years at least.”

“I’m looking forward to learning about the process in great and personal detail when we are also no longer able to maintain the pretense of secrecy.”

He hitched up her chemise, resting a hand against the large scar below her sternum, pale even in comparison to her fair skin. If it hadn’t been for her long recovery from the damage to her spine, the Skywalker twins might already have a playmate. As it was, it was only about a year since she’d been healthy enough to consider trying to conceive.

“As am I,” he promised, his touch tender as he settled his hands on her waist and kissed her forehead.

“It does seem strange to watch the Jedi Order bend,” she pointed out when he picked up his outer tunic from the floor. She wasn’t above goading him a little, now and then.

He shook his head, taking it serenely, as usual. “We do change. It usually takes a bit more time, but with our ranks so thinned by the casualties of the war, relaxing the requirements for initiates only makes sense.”

“And ignoring the amorous exploits of Jedi Knights so that they make more initiates?” She ran her fingertips lightly over his face, leaving a lingering touch on his mouth.

“We more or less always did that.” He kissed her hand.

“I recall being a bit more discreet in the past.”

“That was for your sake, not mine,” he pointed out. “I might’ve had some official censure for being indiscreet, but I expect most of my cohorts were more likely to congratulate me on having the good fortune of catching your eye.”

“Well, the Mandalorians couldn’t deny that you’re handsome and a fine warrior, but, indeed, the situation would’ve been rather disagreeable at home if we’d been exposed, at the time,” she agreed.

“Do you miss it?” he asked softly.

“What, the ugly, hateful rhetoric and death threats from Mandalorian extremists?”

He shook his head. “Home. Sundari. Mandalore.”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “Bo is doing well, though. She’s wiser than she used to be. Sometimes I wonder if it shouldn’t have always been her on the throne.”

“She’s ruling what you rebuilt. Do you think there would’ve been anything left if it had always been her?”

“More flattery.”

“Also genuine.”

“I like that you think that, anyway,” she admitted. “Hadn’t you better go?” she asked, regretful.

“I could skip breakfast,” he offered, leaning in to kiss her neck.

“And go to teach while you’re hungry and cross? I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she countered, giggling a little.

“I would not be cross,” he denied.

“Well, not at first. Anyway, I like that you suggested it, but you’d better not.”

“Actually,” he said, drawing back and giving her a twist of a smile. “There’s plenty of time. Workshop’s not till midmorning.”

“Then why all this pretense of getting dressed?” she demanded, indignant.

“One doesn’t like to assume. You might’ve wanted to go back to sleep.”

“My dear Obi-Wan, when have I ever preferred to go to back to sleep rather than…”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence before he kissed her deeply.

. . . . .

(Evening...)

. . . . .

Satine wrapped her arms around his chest, nuzzling against him until he suddenly winced, breath hissing between his teeth.

“Old injury or new?” she asked, stepping back and looking him over critically.

“New. Nothing serious, I just think I overdid it at the saber workshop today.”

She circled him, running her hands over his shoulders.

“You’re all in knots,” she scolded. “Get your tunics off. Do you think you pulled something?”

He moved to oblige, flinching again. "I hope it's just a muscle cramp."

“Oh, let me.” She nudged his shoulder so that he turned to face her again, then ran her hands along the familiar lines of his tabard down to his waist, working at the fastening of his belt. “I don’t see why you didn’t go see the Healers.”

“It only just started to really trouble me.”

“Is that entirely honest?”

“You mean, I didn’t want to give some young upstart the satisfaction of saying he’d sent Master Kenobi to see the Healers? You think I’m that vain?” he asked, as she proceeded with divesting him of his tunics. He could afford a little vanity, she reflected, admiring the graceful lines of musculature of his lean form and leaning to plant a light kiss between his collar bones.

“I think you are… mindful of your reputation.” She couldn’t help smiling a little.

He snorted softly. “Perhaps I am … a little vain.”

“So who can I blame for this injury?”

“Me. Showing off,” he confessed. “I could’ve just held my ground, but I gave it a little flourish to make it a good show. I ought to have known I was getting too old for that sort of thing.”

“And did you win?”

“This time.”

“I understand that you enjoy teaching these workshops, but I don’t see why it has end up in an all out duel against opponents half your age.” She pulled him down to the bed with her, running her hands over his back carefully to gauge the sore spots.

“Is that meant to suggest that they have the unfair advantage or I do?” He rolled his shoulders under her touch as she started the massage.

“I’m sure both are true, in different ways.”

“Very diplomatic,” he assured her. “I suppose they want to test their mettle. I know I did, at their age.”

“And did you challenge the reigning swordmasters?”

“Certainly. And got soundly trounced for my trouble.”

“And now it is your duty to do the trouncing?"

“It is.”

“Can’t you leave it to Anakin?”

“Anakin does his share.”

“So who was it that almost beat you?”

“Young Dume. Depa’s apprentice.”

“Yes, I met him when he escorted Senator Syndulla’s daughter to the Chancellor’s office. He seemed like a sweet boy, I suppose I can forgive him.”

“Don’t be so quick to pardon. One of these days, he’ll win. Or Suduri will, or half a dozen others.”

“And then will you go see the Healers?”

“Why would I need to, when I can get such fine care here?”

She shook her head even as she smiled, leaning down to kiss the back of his neck.

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Satine Kryze #Obi Wan/Satine #obitine #Star Wars AU #Happiness AU #Star Wars art #my art #pencil sketches #I wrote a thing #the art is a bit repetitive bleh sorry I know I've drawn this before #and maybe better? #ah well #long post

[nightlychaotic]

Illusions

Nightwing furrowed his brow slightly as the sound of a flute echoed softly in the air. He blinked as a figure seemed to appear in the distance out of nowhere. He checked to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things.

He looked in the distance and saw a figure twirl a flute, placing it on their back before taking off over the rooftops. Nightwing took off in pursuit, chasing the fleeting figure over the Gotham skyline.

Nightwing tackled the figure as he caught up to them. Pinning them down, he saw that it was a woman dressed reminiscent of a fox, ears and all.

“Who are you?” he asked.

The woman tilted her head to the side and smiled at him. “You can call me Fennec.”

“Why are you here?”

“Gotham needs some serious help.”

“We have it handled.”

“Oh I wasn’t trying to imply that you didn’t. I have no doubt you have the more mundane side of things handled. However Gotham needs help from more of the magical side of things.”

“We would have asked for help if it was needed.”

“Would you? I was under the impression Batman liked to keep magic users out of his city.”

“He does. But he knows when to let others help.”

“Does he? If he does, I’m sorry to say he wouldn’t have been able to tell, let alone know the right place to ask.”

“And you do?”

“Uniquely so,”

Nightwing stared at her.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed this chat, I do need to get going. I have places to be in the morning. See you later, Nightwing,” she said before...disappearing from his pin. Nightwing took a step back in shock as he glanced around him, catching sight of her crouched on the rooftop adjacent to him. She gave him a small salute before jumping off and disappearing.

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“Dick, as much as I appreciate you checking in on me and my health, I’m fine and you need to leave. I have a meeting five minutes ago.”

“I’m just trying to be a good older brother and look out for your health. What's wrong with that?”

“I’m fine.”

“Your caffeine intake would say otherwise.”

TIm opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened to reveal as a head peaked around it before coming all the way in. The woman, coming in, apology already well in progress.

“Hi, sorry I’m late. My alarm is broken and my phone died in the middle of the night. I truly am sorry about this.”

Tim smiled with a small laugh. “It’s fine, really. It happens. I’ve slept through my fair share of meetings by accident myself. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person Ms. Dupain-Cheng.”

“Marinette, please. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Mr. Drake.”

“Then you can call me Tim. This is my brother Dick, who was just leaving.”

Dick put his hands up in a placating gesture, and grinned. “I’m on my way now. Nice to meet you, Marinette,” Dick said as he turned, eyes catching on the necklace she wore, something about it tugging at the back of his mind. It seemed almost familiar. “That’s a beautiful necklace.”

Marinette’s hand shot up to touch the necklace, fiddling with it for a moment. “Oh! Um, Thank you. It was a gift from a former mentor of mine. One of his heirlooms.”

Tim shot Dick a questioning look as he stopped leaving, before moving to give him a small shove to get him to leave. “Goodbye Dick.”

“Oay, okay, I’m gone. See you later. Nice to meet you. Have a good meeting,” Dick said as he left, door closing behind him as he made his way out of Wayne Enterprises.

That necklace. Something about it was familiar about it to him. It wasn’t particularly striking, pendant resembling a fox tail, a pinkish orange color...Wait. Fox Tail. His mind snapped back to Fennec the night before. A fox necklace and a fox vigilante….were they connected? Dick tried to remember if Fennec had been wearing a necklace or anything similar but his mind was drawing a blank.

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Dick stared at the other end of the rooftop. “Are you really here this time or is this another clone of yourself?”

She gave a light laugh as he asked this.

“They aren’t clones.”

“Then what are they?”

“Illusions.” “But I made contact, how?”

“Magic.”

“I’ve seen illusions of myself made by magic disappear after one touch before. Try again.”

“I’m not lying. It’s just a more powerful magic than you’re accustomed to, but still magic,” she replied, taking a seat on the edge of the roof, and patting the ledge beside her. Nightwing sat down a few feet away. “You can come closer, I don’t bite.”

“Are you actually here?”

“Why do you want to know so much?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Maybe I just want to know if the pretty vixen is actually as beautiful as she is as an illusion,” he replied. He grinned as a blush found its way onto her cheeks.

“And what would you do if I were here?”

“That depends on whether you’re here or not.”

“Are you trying to fluster me to get my guard down or because you mean it?”

“Can’t it be both?”

She laughed, as Nightwing looked over at her. She was pretty, with dark hair, a small, athletic build. His eyes fell on a chain around her neck, to a fox tail pendant.

“Nice necklace.”

Her hand shot up to clutch the necklace, fist closing over it as she looked over at him warily. “Thank you,” she said after a moment.

Nightwing narrowed his eyes at the reaction,so similar to one he had seen earlier that day.

“It’s important to you?”

“Yes. It is. What’ll it take for me to be able to work in Gotham, without interference from that Bats?” she asked her voice sharp. Nightwing held his hands up to try and get her to relax, the tension clear in her shoulders.

“A show of good faith. Some more information on who you are and your motives. Your new, showed up out of nowhere, and haven’t done or said anything specifically to allow us to trust you.”

She sighed.

“Like I told you yesterday, i’m just here to provide some magical help to Gotham. I’m not here to fight anyone or the like. There is a thick miasma here of bad luck and energies. Enough that it’ll take a while to get it back to a semi-normal level. I have some ideas and spells that should help, and my presence should help as well.”

“How?”

“I’m not normally a fox. This is temporary until it’s safe for me to be seen over here without giving my identity away. If you’re lucky enough you’ll be able to figure it out,” she said standing up, offering a hand up to Nightwing. “I swear. I mean no hard to any of you guys and I’m not going to try and get in your way. I just want to make your job a bit easier and right the balance.”

“I can’t promise that we won’t disrupt you. What if one of us watched while you worked. Build trust that way.”

She thought about it for a moment before nodding.

“That should be fine. One person. Can I request that you’re the one I work with?”

NIghtwing nodded. “That should be fine.”

She grinned. “Great. Meet here tomorrow around midnight?”

He nodded.

“”See you tomorrow, birdy.”

“See you tomorrow, vixen.”

She laughed as he watched her disappear over the rooftops.

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Dick was walking down the sidewalk when he felt someone run into him.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. I didn’t mean to bump into you-”

“It’s no problem,” Dick laughed, cutting her apology off. “Marinette right?”

“Mhm. And your Tim’s brother right? Dick?”

“Yeah. How’s working with Tim going?”

“Really well. I’m meeting with him in a couple of hours to go over some ideas for a new fabric blend. I was hoping to grab a coffee really quick before though. If you’re not up to anything you’re welcome to join me. You don’t have to though.”

“I’d love to. That sounds amazing.”

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Nightwing watched as Fennec opened a large box and sighed. She looked over at him with a small grin.

“This should be the last one to complete the circuit.” They had been at this for a month now, trying to ‘build a circuit’ of buildings to try and ‘charge the bad energy out’ of Gotham and get it positive energy according to Fennec.

“That’s good.”

“In a way, yes,” she sighed. “After this a large part of the work will be done. For the large part. There may be some mild maintenance to take care of from time to time but nothing major. But this is going to drain me. I’m almost certain to detransform after this.”

“If you want, I can leave. I’m not going to force you to give up your identity,” she shook her head.

“I need help with this last part of the ritual. I need you to understand something. I keep my identity a secret as a necessity. I had a partner for 5 years and we never knew each other’s identity until after we won. I need your help to do this but you can not tell anyone. I need your word on this.”

Nightwing looked at the woman in front of him, and nodded. “I swear.”

“Thank you. This is a bit of a risk for me but I trust you,” Fennec said, blowing air out, as she handed him a vial. “This part, while being the simplest, is going to be the most taxing on me. Your job is simple. We’re going to walk in a circle, slowly pour out the content of your vial as we do so. Then smash the vial in the middle. The trick is we need to try and do so at the same time, okay?”

“Got it.”

“Let’s do it then.”

The two slowly made a circle, Fennec chanting in an unknown language, while Nightwing watched her, making eye contact as she gave a small nod, the two of them smashing the vials in the middle of the circle. The circle glowed briefly, not an unfamiliar sight after their month of work, but the faint glowing lines spreading out connecting to the other rooftops, for a moment, flaring before disappearing was new. A bright light from Fennec’s side drew Nightwing’s attention as it disappeared.

He looked over to see...Marinette feeding….a… thing a cookie. She looked over to him, giving a small awkward wave.

“Of course the girl I’ve slowly been getting a crush on is a vigilante as well,” he muttered under his breath. The bright red overcoming Marinette’s face as the little...pixie thing laughed.

“I- I’m sorry?”

Nightwing smiled, coming closer to her as he took off his mask. “You didn’t want your identity to get out. It’s only fair, you get to know mine as well.”

She stared at him for a minute, before the floating thing poked her in the face.

“I told you so.”

“Shut it, Trixx. Dick?”

“Hey, Marinette.”

“You’re Nightwing. And you’ve been helping me. I’ve seen you almost every day both in and out of costume and I haven’t recognised you.”

“To be fair I haven’t recognised you either.”

“No but you knew. If the magic wasn’t there you would have known based on the Miraculous alone. I didn’t figure it out til just now.”

“I think we’re forgetting the fact that he has a crush on you and you have one on him.”

Dick felt his face heat up a little at that comment as he glanced at Marinette as she yelled at the kwamii.

“TRIXX!”

Dick laughed at that, Marinette turning a bright red.

“I’m sorry about him. I really am.”

“Do you...have a crush on me?”

She nodded looking over at him. “I do.”

“Now kiss!”

“Trixx! Not now!”

“I wouldn’t mind. If you want to.”

She blushed as she focused on him.

“You wouldn’t?” she asked. Dick shook his head. “Do you want-”

Dick cut her question off leaning down slightly and catching her lips with his, as Trixx laughed in glee in the background.

#Dickinette #Maribat #MGI Civil War #Civil War ~ Dick Justice #No Beta this is war #Magic #why did i struggle so much #it'sdecent at the beginning and end the middle is a mess #sorry #enjoy #TEAM DICK FOR THE WIN