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poppy-metal · 3 years

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"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex.

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me.

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is.

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much.

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?”

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move”

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No”

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway”

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class”

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all.

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you.

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option.

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you.

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours.

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again.

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was.

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there.

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn.

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green.

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves-

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes.

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for.

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you.

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in.

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it.

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen.

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.

Oh god. Oh no.

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief.

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one.

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now.

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when-

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it.

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell.

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat”

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today.

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..”

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too.

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed.

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at.

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet.

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?”

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them.

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed.

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!”

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling.

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving.

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level.

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps.

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if.

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so.

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snackhobi · 4 years

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prompt: “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

thank you to my darling @yeojaa for sending this in and thank you to my darling @hobi-gif for beta reading it for me, you are both such lovely stars in the night sky of my life xoxo

pairing: seokjin x reader / word count: 1.9k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none!

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a hot roommate, must want to jump his bones.

Like. C’mon. Kim Seokjin is nothing if not easy on the eyes. It’s not enough that he has the body proportions of a god—broad shoulders, lovely thighs, everything in its place and perfectly in line with his height and his poise—he has a beautiful face, too. Those lips. That jaw. Those eyes. You don’t want to wax lyrical but it really is like God decided to take his time making Kim Seokjin and everyone else (like you) was just left with the dregs; the stuff that wasn’t good enough for Jin and was thrown aside.

The worst thing, though. The worst thing. The absolute worst thing about Kim Seokjin is that he is A Nice Person.

You’d barely known each other, only a month into your cohabitation when he’d come across you crying into a tub of ice cream in the kitchen, sobbing over the guy who’d finally grown bored of stringing you along with promises of eventually becoming your actual boyfriend and had just cut you off altogether after one final lay. You were utterly heartbroken and entirely mortified when you noticed Jin standing in the kitchen doorway as you clumsily tried to dig your spoon into the still-hard vanilla, but he’d just slid down onto the floor next to you with a spoon in one hand as the other came to rest on your shoulder. He’d listened to you snivel and sniffle, quietly eating the weirdly chemical-flavoured chocolate ice cream in the own-brand Neapolitan tub you favoured—your least favourite and the one you always left till last.

Once a guy’s seen you crying your eyes out on the kitchen floor in old pyjamas, and you’ve seen him eat five pots of super hot instant noodles on the trot and chase the whole thing down with an entire box of doughnuts, you sort of get to know each other as people—both things are revealing in different ways—and it’s hard for that to not lead to friendship.

You could have dealt with Jin if he was just hot. But he’s hot and nice and funny, utterly ridiculous; he doesn’t take himself seriously while also knowing how to rein himself in when necessary to not overwhelm people and basically you’ve been crushing on him in a major, major way for a while now.

And like. Seokjin is single, so technically you have a chance. But you also have absolutely no chance at all, because? Hello? Kim Seokjin? You? You? Kim Seokjin? He’s so far out of your league he may as well be in another galaxy. And he’s also probably the best roommate you’ve ever had (cleans up after himself, doesn’t microwave fish and stink up the place, likes the same TV shows as you so there are no arguments over the remote), so you’re not about to throw a wrench into the mix by doing something stupid like confessing that you like him.

“Right, I should be back around ten,” says Seokjin. He’s all dressed up for a noraebang night with his friends—well, not dressed up really, they’re just gonna get drunk while wailing songs at the top of their lungs in a small room so it’s not like he has to go all out, but Seokjin makes everything look good. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

Seokjin is nice and hot and funny and friendly. Honestly, he’s just a dreamboat of a roommate and a man, with great friends too. Normally you would have leaped at the chance to spend a night out with Seokjin and the other guys, but you’d spilled your drink on Yoongi last time and were still convinced that he was plotting your imminent demise. Even if Seokjin insists otherwise, you want to give Yoongi a wide berth for a little while longer in the hopes he’ll suddenly suffer a bout of amnesia and forget that you spilled a very boozy and sticky Oreo and Baileys cocktail(/glorified milkshake) on him and ruined his shoes.

“I’m good,” you say. “But make sure you don’t have any fun without me and you have to let everyone know that it’s because I’m not there.”

Jin laughs, a wet squeegee of a sound, and it goes straight to your heart. “I’ll pass on the message,” he promises, blowing you a tiny kiss as he goes.

(Ugh, he’s so cute. You hate him.) (No, you don’t.)

You seem to be setting a trend for yourself in the drink-spilling department, though. During an ad break you decide to get yourself a drink, and even though it’s just a Boys Over Flowers rerun that you’ve seen multiple times, you rush as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice—you don’t want to take too long and miss anything. Suffice to say you Fuck Up and end up with a shirt and trousers covered in juice and pulp and you miss a bunch of the episode as you clean it up, huffing dramatically to yourself the whole time, before scarpering towards your bedroom for some new clothes.

At least, that’s the plan. You pass by Seokjin’s open door and pause, taking in the sight of a few discarded bits of clothing on his bed and across the back of his chair, things he’d clearly decided weren’t worth wearing out tonight. The one that’s caught your eye is the vibrant pink shirt strewn over his duvet, one of your favourites, one you haven’t seen him wear in a while. It’s one of your favourites because he just looks so cosy in it—Jin ends up with a lot of oversized clothes so they can fit over his shoulders, but he practically swims in material when he wears this shirt, flapping the sleeves at you and then laughing at his own antics. He could wear it as a dress if he wanted to, probably.

… so could you, if you wanted to, probably.

… but you shouldn’t. Like, that’s weird. Jin is your roommate and even if he’s made it clear that he has an open door policy, going in through said open door to get a bit of his clothing is weird. Definitely creepy.

But… you’ve already kicked off your dirtied outfit and you’re just in your underwear so you can’t be blamed for being worried if you’re going to get cold, right? You’re just grabbing the closest bit of clothing, aren’t you?

… You’ll take it off before he gets back and put it in the laundry with everything else; he won’t notice. You’ll just take this awful awful secret to the grave and never tell anyone about your invasive actions.

Oh, man, the shirt smells so good. You share the same laundry detergent but Jin had clearly tried this on before discarding it, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air as you end up swamped in the shirt (/shirt dress), and you don’t regret this. Well, you do, but also you don’t. It’s like being wrapped up in Jin’s arms. Jin’s not shy about giving you hugs but there’s something altogether different about wearing someone’s clothes.

You end up curled up on the sofa as you watch more Boys Over Flowers, knees to your chest and revelling in how cosy and small Jin’s massive shirt makes you feel. You have to hitch the material up so that your hands peep out the ends of the sleeves. Sweater paws are cute on everyone, even yourself, and you giggle as you fumble for the remote so that you can check how many more episodes there are before it turns to something else. You can indulge yourself for a bit. As a treat.

“Unbelievable, I can’t believe Minji did that,” you mutter, so caught up in the drama of it all (as if you haven’t seen this episode four times) that you don’t hear the key turning in the lock, nor do you hear the footsteps that are heading towards you—what you do hear, however, is the sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice, freezing like a rabbit caught in headlights when you do.

“I forgot my wallet,” he says. “I—”

And that’s how he catches you, wide-eyed as you stare back at him, wishing that you could bury yourself between the sofa pillows so that he can’t see you. His keys are still in his hand and his mouth is open around an unfinished word as he takes the sight of you in, scrunched up against the armrest in some ridiculous attempt to shrink yourself small enough that he would have missed you.

He stares. You stare. You both stare. And then—

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

“No!” A high-pitched shrill of an obvious lie. “No, uh, nope. Nuh-uh. Haha, oh, Jin, always such a jokester, you.”

You want the sofa to suddenly develop sentience and swallow you whole, just so you can be out of this situation. So you wouldn’t have to watch as a smile starts to spread over Jin’s face, the way there’s a little glint in his eyes, the way he opens his mouth and says—

“You know, you didn’t have to turn down noraebang just so you could wear my clothes. You just had to ask, I would have said yes.” He doesn’t seem creeped out, just amused, which is—well, it’s better, but, what? He’s laughing at you? You don’t know if that’s worse, somehow, actually.

“I didn’t! I spilled orange juice on my shirt and then I saw this shirt and you weren’t home—”

“Aha, so you admit it, it’s not your shirt,” Jin proclaims. He looks smug.

“Oh my God, I am full of regret,” you groan. “My life is a disaster. Can we pretend this never happened? I will pay you literal money. Please.”

At this, Jin’s eyes turn soft. “Do you really want that?”

“I—wuh? Do I really want us both to pretend you didn’t walk in on me wearing your shirt like some weird stalker or something? Absolutely. Yes. Let’s do that.”

“I wasn’t joking about letting you wear my clothes,” he says. There’s a note to his voice, something a little doughy, yielding and warm for you, and—you know what your gut is screaming at you, but— “I always thought you’d look cute in them, and I was right.”

You splutter. Jin thought you’d look cute—he’s been thinking about you wearing his clothes—the sort of thing that, you know, couples do. But this is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about. There’s no way he’s attracted to you in the way you’re attracted to him.

… but he is looking at you in a way that’s soft and tender, the same look you give him when you think he isn’t looking.

“Jin,” you say, slow. “Are you…”

“The most handsome man alive? Yes, I am.”

You make a face at his interruption and he laughs at your expression before going quiet, eyes so big and lovely and warm as he smiles at you, and you continue to speak. “Are you saying you want to, y’know. See me wearing more of your clothes? Or, uh... Less clothes in general?”

You can feel the blood rising in your cheeks as you say this, and you can see the red that starts to tinge the top of Jin’s ears, exquisite and wonderful. “I’m saying that I’m happy to give you what’s mine, including my clothes,” he says. “And my time. And love.”

You end up pulling the excess material of the shirt over your head as you turn into some sort of bright pink turtle, overwhelmed and in disbelief but so happy.

Judging from Jin’s laughter and the warmth of his hands reaching for yours in their too-long sleeves, he is, too.

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davidsons89 · 3 years

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Toxic Turner - part 11

WARNINGS: this story contains signs of a toxic and manipulative relationship. also contains smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol. some scenes contain forms of abuse. read at ur own risk :)

a few weeks had passed by. cold nights turned into hot humid ones. summer was finally approaching, the days were sticky and sweaty. you did nothing special over the weeks with alex. other than the occasional grocery shopping or a drive in the car. you were getting bored of seeing only his face everyday. he knew that. today is your mom's birthday, and he wanted to make it up to you, so you wouldn't be entirely sick of him.

"so. guess what" alex says, leaning against the bathroom door with his phone in his hand as you were brushing your teeth. "what?" you ask with your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth. "so today is your moms birthday, right?" he checks, you nod. "how about we go over there? spend the day with your family." he offers. he watched your eyes glow with excitement. you spit the toothpaste into the sink and set your toothbrush aside. "really?" you ask happily. he nods with a grin on his face. you quickly pull him into a hug. it's more of a squeeze. he giggles and hesitatingly hugs you back, chuckling at you.

"when?" you ask, pulling away. you're more than happy. "whenever you're ready" he shrugs. "ok. i'll get dressed" you say, rushing past him to get to the bedroom. he watches you move in a fast pace and chuckles at your cuteness. he waits on the edge of the bed until you're completely ready to go. there's a boiling hot day ahead of you, so you pick out something cool to wear. "should i wear this, or this?" you ask, holding up a dress in one hand and a jumpsuit in the other. "uhh.. that one" alex points to the pretty yellow jumpsuit.

he watches you put it on, glaring at your natural beauty. "it's a bit short, don't you think?" you ask, twisting and turning in the mirror to get a full look at your body. "i don't care. who's gonna want you? your cousin?" alex sarcastically joked. you shrug at his fair point. he only didn't want you wearing revealing clothes around men. your family members aren't included.

you put on some makeup (or not) and add minor accessories to your hair and hands to match your jumpsuit. alex watched you as you carefully focus on sliding a sunflower hair clip into your hair. "perfect" you grin to yourself in the mirror. you're finally ready. "you look stunning" he smiles at you, walking over to where you're standing. he lightly places a hand on your waist while looking up and down at your body. "let's go" he says, grabbing his car keys from the dresser before you both head downstairs and into the car.

"did you pick up her stuff?" alex asks, glancing at you as he's driving to your moms house. "yeah" you say whilst looking down into the small gift bag in your lap. inside was a gift from you and alex, along with a birthday card. "good" he smiles. the windows are rolled down and music is blasting through the radio. the two of you sang songs together and played around until you got there.

your mom isn't expecting you. you've been avoiding her texts and invites for weeks, you told her you were busy every time she called, but this time you were here. you crept through your house, there was music playing and the sounds of many conversations in the back yard. you and alex spot your mom sitting on a table from afar, and decide to sneak up to her. "boo" you say, placing your hands around her eyes from behind to block her sight. she removes your hands and turns around. she's surprised to see you. "sweetheart" she says, immediately standing up to pull you into a sweet, tight hug. alex smiles as he watches this happen.

"how've you been?" she asks, pulling away but keeping a firm grip on your shoulders. "i've been great" you grin. you greeted the rest of your family and began to settle in, grabbing a few alcoholic beverages for you and alex. the two of you chatted and enjoyed quality family time with your relatives for hours.

the more time you spent there, the more fun you had. "get in there" your cousin says, picking you up from behind and dragging you over to the pool. "no!! no put me down!" you yell, laughing and thrashing about before being dropped into the freezing cold water. you gasp and stand up. "you asshole!" you yell as laughs could be heard from all around. alex was specifically in hysterics. "you wanna laugh, huh?" you chuckle at him, grabbing his leg to pull him in. you playfully drown him until he grabs you, tucking his arms under your legs, carrying you like a child. "little bitch" he jokingly laughs before dropping you under the water. you both had so much fun together. it was the most fun you'd had in months to be exact.

as more time went by, you and alex began drinking a little more liquor than before. you began to get tipsy, and alex was almost drunk. you were surprised. you're usually worse than him, but it's reversed this time. he was doing shots with your relatives, tasting all sorts of different alcoholic drinks. it resulted in you taking care of him. "alex sit down" you say, giggling as you enter the living room, pushing alex down onto the sofa. "no.. i'm fine" he says, standing up but he trembled and fell onto the floor, grabbing onto one of your relatives and pulling them down. everyone in the room laughed as alex lied on the floor, hysterically laughing at himself. "oh my god" you say with your hand on your head. it's going to be a long day, but a fucking great one.

more time went by. you found yourself partying with your family in the back yard. "babe, can you get me a drink?" your sister politely asks her boyfriend from the table. alex is sat with them while you're dancing with your mom, drinking of course. her boyfriend tosses her a beer, and alex steps in. "no dude, that's- you're not supposed to do it like that" alex says, frowning at your sisters man. "what?" he asks, chuckling with confusion. you look over to see what he was doing. "that's not how you give your girl a drink.. this is how" alex says, standing up from his chair nearly stumbling over his own feet. he grabs his beer bottle and walks over to you, grabbing your wrist to yank you towards him.

he takes a sip of his beer, leaving some in his mouth. you giggle as he grabs your chin, pulling your face closer to his. you open your mouth and poke your tongue out slightly as he spits the drink into your mouth. you dribble a bit while laughing, seeing the look on your mom's face. "that's disgusting" she joked. "that's the way we do things in our house" alex says, slapping your butt as he walks away. he gets touchy when he's drunk, but around your family just made it awkward. the way he was acting turned you on a bit. drunk alex was weirdly hot.

you were now in the kitchen. you and alex are the only ones in there. you are sat on the countertop as alex stood between your open legs, smoking a cigarette with his other hand on your bare thigh. "stop it" you whisper, stopping his hand from going any further. he chuckled, taking a puff of his cigarette. you looked away, making him peel his hand from your leg to grab your face, pulling it back. "have some" he says, bringing the cigarette to your parched lips. you hesitate but take a small puff, blowing the smoke into his face and giggling. he smirks and roughly lets go of your face.

as hours went by, you began to slowly get more and more turned on by him. you loved the way he acted. he secretly teased you around your family, whispered dirty things in your ears, dominated you when you were alone. you're currently sat in the back yard with your family, sitting around the table. with no chairs left, you're sitting on alex's lap. everyone was having a conversation with each other as alex's hand secretly touched your thigh. you jolted your leg and looked down, trying not to catch anyone's attention. "stop it" you whisper to him, smirking with embarrassment in fear of your family catching you. he knows you want it. he slowly moves it further up your thigh until it slipped under your jumpsuit. you keep jiggling your leg every so often, trying to get him to stop.

butterflies filled your belly as you felt his other hand gently wrap around your waist to pull you closer. he cuddled you, as his naughty hand was purposely teasing you. "seriously stop it" you whisper in his ear, leaning your head against his so it looked romantic to anyone that could be looking. his fingers found their way to your panties. "no" you whisper, grabbing his hand to pull it away completely. he darkly chuckled at you, pecking your lips. the taste of cigarettes and alcohol hit you. "go upstairs" he seductively whispered in your ear. this made your belly turn with excitement. "go" he quietly whispers, lightly tapping your butt as you get off his lap to walk inside. he slowly slips out of the family conversation and meets you upstairs.

he closes the door to see you standing in your panties and bra. "already? i can't even get a kiss first?" he asks, smirking at you. you smirk back as you rush over to him, kissing his lips. he places his hands on your waist, roughly pulling you closer. he spins you around and presses you against the door as he slowly made out with you. "you're so sexy" he whispers in between the kiss, sliding his hands down from your waist and around to your ass cheeks. he grabs them, making you jolt forward and smile into the kiss. "i love touching you around your family.. secretly making you wet" he whispers so sexily. the tension between you both was killing you.

you both make out some more as you slowly made your way over to the bed, where he pushed you down and straddled you. he sat up to pull his top off, then continued kissing you. you always loved fucking him when he was drunk. he was so rough, it made you orgasm each time.

a few minutes later, you were both completely naked. still making out, now under the sheets. he's on top of you, positioning himself near your entrance. you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he unexpectedly pushes himself inside of you. you moan as he brings his head up, making eye contact with you. he smirks and roughly pushes himself in again, making you moan more. he puts his arm behind your head, holding you firmly as he went rougher each time he went in and out of you. "you're soaking.. all for me" he whispers breathily. the rougher he got, the louder you moaned.

"shh" he whispers, tightly cupping his hand around your mouth. "you don't want your family to hear you, no?" he asks, looking over to the open window, pushing your face to force you to look at the window too. you widen your eyes as he chuckles at you. "they can hear you.. i suggest you shut the fuck up" he whispers, removing his hand from your mouth to grip your throat. he began choking you in the sexiest way possible. his sweaty hair dangled in his face, the veins in his hands pulsing. "open your mouth for me" he whispers sweetly. you part your mouth open as he spits into your mouth, forcing you to swallow it. "good little girl" he whispers, pounding roughly into you. you close your mouth around his shoulder to try quietening your moans. he pushes you back down by your throat.

"you're so desperate for me.. you're my slut" he whispers, you love the degradation. it made you wetter more than you possibly already were. you'd never felt so horny before. your legs were already shaking and you hadn't long started. having sex with drunk alex was the best.

whenever you turned your head to look away, he'd slap your face and grab your chin or throat. he wanted you to look at him at all times. "fucking look at me" are the words you'd hear if you disobeyed him. the more you stopped listening to him, the rougher he got. he began going so rough, you began to feel sore. you began whimpering against his power. he loved your little whimpers of pain and exhaustion. "i won't stop, even if you beg me. i want you to hurt" he whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek, down to your neck. he began lightly sucking on your neck, then started to make out with it. biting it and sucking on it to leave a hickey. he wanted your family to see what you'd been up to, not that it wasn't already obvious with the open windows. they definitely heard you...

#toxic turner

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Poly! Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader x Offenderman || Oneshot

Title: A Rest (Add another R and take away the space and you have what these two need from the police)

Notes:

Just a short fluffy oneshot. I needed this. I forgot how much I love these two together! ^^

Plot: Your boyfriends’ have been waiting for you at home all day but all you want to do is sleep.

Warnings: Sexual references, and references concerning discomfort with love and affection. Only a a tiny bit though, for characterisation.

~~~ Your POV ~~~

I’ve been thinking about going home, getting snuggly in bed and falling asleep all day, no matter what time it would be. So, its not a surprise that the first thing I do when I get into my home at the end of the day, around 5 o’clock, is absolutely collapse on the couch - the closest horizontal, soft enough, habitable object, - and after I manage to pull off just one shoe, I forfeit the challenge and just lay down. Slowly goes it, as first my midsection makes contact with the couch cushions and then my cheek, and then all my muscles relax against the bed-like surface.

The foot with a shoe still on it hangs awkwardly off the couch because of my remaining 2, awake brain cells screamimg not get the couch dirty, and I even manage to pull the still-folded blanket off the couches back and onto my own back. Any other time the fact that it isn't covering… well, basically any of me seeing as its folded to around 5 cm long ways and 20 short ways, but its a nice comfort weight on the bottom of my back and I fall asleep.

~~~ Change of POV: 3rd Person ~~~

“Love, I missed you today!! Offender’s been soooooo boring. How was your- ” Offender, cradling a container of jam donuts in the crook of his arm as they stroll to the living room after they heard their precious girl-toy get home, cuts L.J off by shoving a donut over the clowns cone nose. Jam drips down in a sticky clump over L.J’s painted lips and leaves a pinkish stain down his front on its fall to the ground. L.J just stops walking and stays still through this, despite the short and probably annoying pause that the jam makes on his top lip; Then when the jam had found the floor, he turns his neck to look to Offender with thin lips and dead panned eyes. “That was unnecessary.”

“You know, if you un-focus on those stains, it looks like blood.” Offender taps his chin, before his smirk broadens. “Like that time you ate out Y/N when she was on her- ”

Before he gets the last word out, L.J is able to casually take out a donut from his lovers arm, pull the waist band of Offenders pants forward with the tip of a long black claw, and drop it in there. Offender was too interested in what he was saying to put a quick stop to it… and goddamnit. He doesn't wear underwear. He sighs, deeply, as if in true mental pain. “Are we even?”

“Sure.” L.J turns back to the livingroom, sliding the the donut off of his nose which leaves a sticky, pink residue. He starts munching on the donut anyway- he’ll get a wipe from your bag.

And just like that, they go back to their, apparently perilous journey to the livingroom where the third lover would be waiting. Probably turning on the TV, they suppose, or flopping down in an armchair.

When they make it in, and see Y/N snoozing - already well passed her first stage of sleep already, completely on her way to deep sleep, and then her REM time,- on the couch not even two minutes after arriving home, they both stop, disappointedly in their tracks. They’d been waiting for Y/N all day to come home and now she’s… she’s asleep! L.J’s shoulder drop, and he sighs.

“Well… I’ll wake her up- Yeek!” The British man squeal escapes him immediately when a sticky, sugary jam donut hits the side of his face this time and he whips around. “What!?”

Offender’s mouth is taught. He whispers “Don’t wake her up! What’s wrong with you? Were you born in a barn??”.

“Stop, throwing, donuts, at, me!” L.J whisper-shouts back, taking Offenders hat off his head and hitting him with it with every word. Offender snatches it back and growls.

“Okay! Fine! I’d rather eat them, anyway.”

“Good! Cuz I like donuts! And I’d rather not get PTSD when looking at them!”

“Go put the blanket on Y/N properly!”

L.J makes a 'talks too much’ gesture with his claws as he walks off to Y/N, mocking Offender like a child. After a few minutes of silence, filled only by Y/N’s sleep-breathing / snoring and Offender’s chewing. L.J sits on the floor in front of Y/N’s sleeping head for that time, stealthily lifting it and carefully putting a pillow under it. When he’s done, he sighs out a quick breath of relief. A ninja’s life is a dangerous one.

“Wonder why she’s so tired? Its only… ” Offender leans forward, peering around a corner to see the clock in the kitchen. He leans back, looking at L.J who looks back at him from the carpet still. “Five. You think work was hard?”

“No… ” L.J looks back at your face, expression softening the way it only does to Y/N and Offender. Claws brush some hair out of Y/N's face, then quickly retreat to the safety of his own lap. Affection is still… a struggle, for him. “She’s been down the whole week… She just needs a good sleep.”

Offender stands by and just watches for a few moments, thinking about how that is true, in retrospect. She has been less cheerful this week, a little more forced. He’s excited to see her when she wakes up tonight- L.J’s usually right about things that Y/N needs. He shrugs, putting the now empty donut box on the nearest surface. “Y’know, I could use one too.”

He walks over, carefully lifts up Y/N's legs and sits down with them in his lap, taking off the one shoe that’s still, weirdly, on her foot. He settles against the back of the couch, shoves a pillow behind his neck, and yawns.

L.J blinks at him, then turns around to lean back on the couch between Y'N's head and Offender's legs and lets his long legs unfold, straight out in front of him. He folds his claws in his lap, shrugging his shoulders one at a time to get comfortable. He’ll keep watch. “Have disgusting nightmares, Offender.”

Its half a joke, to lift the suddenly too-sensitive moment between the three of them that L.J just doesn't feel comfortable in, and half because he genuinely knows Offender will like it.

Offender snorts, relaxing into a sleepy state. “Oh, don’t I always?~”

So, the three of them, one with a donut still snug in his pants, one with sticky jam esudue along his cone nose, and one with her cheek getting numb against the pillow, have a rest.

#Oneshot #Creepypasta #Poly! Laughing Jack x Reader x Offenderman #Laughing Jack x Reader #Offenderman x Reader #Laughing Jack x Offenderman #Laughing Jack #Offenderman

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nullaby · 3 years

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▬▬ norman . @wynsm says : ❝ hold my hand tight . ❞ reference : [ x ]

there’s things he made peace with that, weirdly, open back up like hardly - healed scabs at the strangest provocations, not always as poetically soggy as having had his head propped against the glass, eyes on his own reflection &. trailing a fingertip down the bridge of his nose, wondering if it wasn’t only him starting to see mom’s shape in his bones. ( or if that, any part of that, was bookended with a stubborn sprouting bud of long - killed wishful thinking . ) maybe it’s only a funny coincidence that, with blood, and hair, and brains, they’d also come to share a bias towards plucking emma’s life from the stack of sacrifices ------- at least as according to which set of rules’d come chained to their necks. a wishful thought, an objective idea that this story could’ve been written with some perfect fairytale loophole in mind, for a mama to legally salvage their own kin with a damning shove towards inheriting a bigger cage &. a shiny new cut open chest . . . well, 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. there’s a bump, and ray’s head bumps the glass with it, spoiling the rueful smile that’d come to split across his face into a performative scowl for�� all the little chittering giggles of surrounding siblings eager to tease, buzzing and quick to exit the bus once it’d rolled to a final park.

nah ---- taken for granted as immovable fact that ray’d never know their mom’s path, wouldn’t live a life anything like the miserable survival she’d scraped together off stepping stones molded with bleeding vida flowers, even after amending the expiration on his life span from twelve to who the hell knows now, and yet . . . and yet when he’s crouched down with a knee on the dirty sidewalk to wipe the kids’ faces, to double - knot their shoe laces before giving them the go ahead &. strayed to watch them zig - zag in unbridled joy past the haunted house sign, a glance at his own reflection tugged his mind back to mama for something very beyond matters of hair and bone structure. and when norman comes sidling near with a filled backpack rattling &. diablerie lacing his silver tone, ray'd flipped the top of his knuckles under norman’s offered palm in scoffed rebuke, digs in the blunt of his elbow between ribcage and t - shirt seams, and shuffles in after where the eventided sunlight swallowed into an artificial pitch black.

distraction has him slow &. idle, minding less the sticky floors or dangly plastic carnage littered like bread crumbs through the attraction, more following the ping - ponging of children’s full bodied startles, and the way those shrieks tattered into bubbling exhilarated delight / the way ray’d predict a heavy sleep that night ( &. already it sways him, leaden his heavy eyes until he’d paused with a hand braced to the nearest wall and came away with ropey fake spider webs caught around his sleeves ) feeling assured, blanketed in the up to date comfort that these children’d somehow still salvaged a healthy relationship with fear. it reminds him, god does it remind him ! shards of festering, bleeding resentments , the loss of bliss in the double edged sword of having always pushed back the rot of reality where it wouldn’t need to stain his friends the way it’d done him, bitterness of childhood &. the severed link of the love of a parent still shoved from every scintillation where it deserved to just . . . melt.

maybe, just because. because when the kids come running circles around them in their idle chaperoning through the maze of dark &. revving chainsaws pasted straight from the few horror movies they’d watched so far, there’s don chasing after, emma’s laughter in her hands, and gilda's good natured reprimanding, too. ( 𝙾𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳 : the trial and error of rinsing and repeating / to take the same path anyway, feel the same things regardless, to love so unconditionally without going down that crappy sharp left, or carrying all the weight of atlas on his shoulders alone ) ; in ripping the soles of his sneakers from their sticky pool of red corn syrup, ray drops his head, mottled eyes veiled unnecessarily in swathes of lightlessness &. the hang of his own hair, and as casually as a passing bump of shoulders in stepping by to follow the crowd, he slips his hand in norman’s. squeezes tight. says without saying .

#halloweeny #* takes that norman / leslie parallel with my filthy little hands *#wynsm #. ◟ [ ○ ] 𝙸𝙽 . all that’s left alive here is me.#. ◟ [ ○ ] 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 . so this is the world. i’m not in it.

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revisionaryhistory · 3 years

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Three Days ~ 61

~*~Sebastian~*~

It had been a long day of uncomfortable conversations, meetings, interviews, lunch with strangers, and an early dinner with friends. I'd left my room at nine and it was after eight when I slid the key card in the door.

The smell hit me fast. Roses. I flipped on the light to locate the source. Sitting on the glass dining table was a vase of red and black roses. That's a little scary. Then I noticed something with black polka dots and a bow.

"No way." They couldn't be. I pulled them free and they were. Disney mouse ears. I started laughing. There was only one person these could be from. The card said, "From one Disney lover to another. Sunt al tău, copil. Xoxo, Emma."

Emma has sent me roses signed “I'm yours, baby.” Had I not already moved my Wednesday dinner to Sunday I would have been on my phone making up shit to get out of Canada a day earlier. On the back of the card was an explanation. Red roses for romance and desire. Black for new beginnings and change. I was thinking love and hate, but this better.

I put them on and sat at the table in front of my laptop. I was about to hang up and text her when she picked up, "I'm here. I’m here. I was in the bathroom changing." Her fingers touched the screen, "You like your ears?"

"I love my ears. And my flowers. It smells great in here. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I hope you got the sarcasm. We don’t love Disney, but are Disney lovers."

"I did." It kills me that she's turned an NDA into a joke between us. Mice can't tell time and roses with ears. Emma is simply the best. She was also slowly sliding sideways.

"Are you drunk?" I turned my head to the side following her tilt.

She rubbed her hand under her nose with her eyes closed. "A little drunk. My nose itches." She repeated the action.

"Did you have a fun spa day?" I held up my hand with crossed fingers.

"I did!" She listed a little more to the side and I smiled. "There was a lot of seaweed."

"Seaweed?"

"A lot of seaweed. It started with a salt scrub, which felt really good. Then I was wrapped in seaweed and left to marinade for a while."

"Marinade." I curled my lips in trying not to laugh. This was a different drunk. She was silly.

"Next was their signature "four-hand" massage. Two people."

"That sounds fun."

"You'd think, but it was weird and creepy. I felt like I was being prepared as a virgin sacrifice to a lesser known god or maybe a volcano."

"Except you're not a virgin."

She frowned and huffed out a disgusted breath, "You don't know that."

I laughed, "Yes, I kinda do."

"Fine. I was very uncomfortable and sent one away after maybe two minutes. The massage therapist said it happens and was important for me to be comfy. It was a very good massage. She left and an aesthetician came in for my..."

She paused and I filled in, "Seaweed facial?"

She touched her nose and pointed to the camera several times. So cute. "We had a very yummy spa lunch. I had an avocado and chicken salad sandwich with these super crunchy fresh potato chips. And champagne."

"I wondered when the drinking was coming."

"Lunch when the three of us were brought back together. See, I'd had such a lovely morning and they threatened my happy and now relaxed mood. I thought bubbles would keep away the negative juju."

"Juju." I kept repeating these strange words.

"We went into this room with pedicure chairs all wrapped in white fluffy robes. The whole thing repeated itself on my hands and feet. Salt scrub, hand and foot massage, seaweed wrap, and marinade."

"I bet there was more champagne too."

"There was! We had to choose mani-pedi colors. My colors are blush and bashful. I have chosen two shades of pink, one is much deeper than the other.”

The champagne had brought out her accent even more and she fired up the Steel Magnolias’ quote. "Are your toes pink?"

"They are. I'll show you." She pulled her foot up in front of her phone instead of, you know, moving her phone to her foot. I got a brief glimpse of her toes before she fell over and slid onto the floor. "Ow."

"You ok, sweetie?"

She sat up and leaned against the side of the bed, "I am fine. We got dressed and did some shopping. Then called dad to take Katie out so we could continue day drinking by the pool. It turned into evening drinking. Ironically, I will be spending the morning at a shelter with one of my rehab therapists with a champagne hangover."

"You can do a Ted Talk on making positive choices prior to conducting volunteer services."

"You're a funny boy. Funny, funny boy." She did the weirdly cute nose scratching thing again. "I know better than to drink this much champagne. It makes my nose itch. And it's a strange bubbly sort of drunk." She pointed a finger at me, "Let me tell you something, baby boy, my mom and twin juiced up on champagne kept the day smooth. We talked skincare while lying in the sun. The irony of which is not lost on me. Oh god! There it is. When champagne is exposed to sunlight it becomes sewage." She moved very close to the screen, "Your eyes are pretty. The blue changes with your mood and they're so expressive. I want...”

Emma stopped talking and just smiled.

"What do you want, baby?" This was either going to be very sweet or very dirty. I was up for either.

Emma moved back from the screen a little. She laid her head to the side with the slightest smile, "I want to lay in your arms and look in your eyes for hours, just to see what they say."

"I think that can be arranged."

She nodded then yawned, "I'm sleepy. Will you read to me again?"

"Absolutely." I made it through a paragraph before she was asleep.

I flipped my phone over and over in my hand, trying to decide if I should call. That I couldn't decide was the decision.

Celie picked up on the third ring, "Hi Sebastian."

"Hey Celie, I hope it’s not too late."

"Not at all. It's not even nine. What's going on?"

"I just spent twenty minutes reading Winnie the Pooh to my drunk girlfriend who's a thousand miles away with her dysfunctional family. She fell asleep in less than one."

"Why'd you keep reading?"

Even though she couldn't see, I shrugged, "I wanted to." I knew she wouldn't accept that answer. "I didn't want to break the connection."

"Because you felt connected or because you felt insecure?"

"Connected."

"Good for you, Sebastian."

"Yeah." I nodded. It was good. "This morning I was insecure. I had to ask Emma to sign an NDA."

"NDA's aren't new for you."

"It's usually her people and my people working it out and I sign by the sticky arrow. I had to be involved in this one and it was gross. Made it more personal." I huffed out a breath. "Probably should have been before. I know it should. Emma and I had already talked about it and she said she didn't have a problem signing paperwork for something she'd never do anyway. But when it came down to asking her to sign it, I was terrified. What it said about her. What it said about me. What it said about us. I didn't want to hurt her or have her feel like I didn't trust her. I do trust her. All the things I’ve learned, the things I'm doing, we're doing, I was terrified they'd be ruined by this stupid NDA. I told her all that and by the time we hung up I felt more connected and secure. I think facing it and talking about it made me feel closer."

"That's what real intimacy does. You can't have real intimacy without having difficult conversations and talking about emotions. Being vulnerable. Not shutting down. Not using sex to create a hormonal and false intimacy. Risking letting your partner see you. Being emotionally available."

"Yeah." That's what I thought.

"What was Emma's response."

"She told me she wasn't going anywhere and mice can't tell time."

Celie laughed, "Mice can't tell time?"

"Disney is the only studio on the NDA. They sent it half-hour early. I went from scared to furious in a heartbeat. They sent it early because Micky Mouse, mice, can't tell time. Later she sent me roses that came with those mouse ears on a headband."

"I like her."

"Me too. I don't want to fall back into old habits. I like this. All of it. How do I keep this?"

"Keep doing the hard stuff. Having the conversations you want to avoid. You're taking risks and getting the emotional payoff. You build on that. When you hit a bump, and you will, you go back and try again." She paused, "Sebastian, you are doing things differently. When you question, check yourself, because you know what you’ve done in the past. I encourage you to take the risk to do it differently. Use your resources. You are not alone. I am here to help. You have good friends who will tell you the truth. And most importantly, you have Emma."

I laughed, "Wow, you're good."

"You don't always make it easy, but right now you are." She laughed too. "It's nice to see your hard work coming together."

"Thank you."

"You could also Google “How to know if your boyfriend is emotionally unavailable" and do the opposite."

"You know I’m going to fall down a rabbit hole now."

"In your different mindset, you may make some connections you haven’t previously. Have a good night, Sebastian."

"You too, Celie."

I thought I was in for a sleepless night with the internet. I was wrong. I made it through three articles before I shut my laptop down. The first two started with a simplified explanation of why someone is emotionally unavailable. I was already familiar with the long version. Both had lists. Roughly the same lists. Lack of serious relationships, not making an effort, and not wanting to have real conversations has never been me. I want and do them all. Difficult to reach and defensive sounds familiar. Then there were the very familiar ones. Inconsistent affection. It’s about what and when it’s acceptable; not as simple as public and private. Sometimes it wasn’t ok in private either. Misunderstanding and being dismissive. The number of times I've said “that's ridiculous" is embarrassing. Usually, it wasn't. Inability to stay present during conflict or emotionally laden conversations. "That's ridiculous" also puts a stop to those. Wanting control of the relationship. Yep, who can know what. Thinking emotions are weak. Not weak as much as dangerous. Pulling away. Everything else was just another way of pulling away.

Two lists more than covered what I know I'm guilty of. However, the familiar things are things I did and said to myself much more than to anyone else. Except the pulling away. If you tell yourself your feelings are ridiculous, put limits on what’s acceptable, and check out of emotional conversations pulling away is what happens. All those create distance even if it’s you doing it to yourself.

It took a while to find the third one. I was looking for something hopeful. If it wasn't a list of traits it was tips to make him fall for you. Emma has managed to do that quite well without the manipulation on those lists. A few pages into my Google search I found how to tell he's changed. Some were things I'd learned already. The new things with Emma: lets you in on his past; wants to change; your opinion matters; protective; and his words match his actions.

I could do these things, what sticks out, is I'm not constantly running myself down for my feelings and when I give voice to things that lead up to those feelings she doesn’t either. Emma meets me where I am and shows me a way out. A way through.

I am almost there and what I struggle with she helps me. I think that's why we have relationships. We need other people. I'm never going to be perfect and will need support. When I think of my friends, they're not perfect. I'm there for them when they need me. The last couple of days I've been there for Emma. She didn't handle it all on her own. She called me and let me be there. Let me listen and emotionally support her.

I looked at the roses she'd sent me. The ridiculous polka dot mouse ears that match her bikini, except my ears have a red bow her bikini doesn’t. I climbed out of bed, put on a shirt, and took a picture. Me in ears with a wry smile and a caption saying, "Disney lovers." went up on Instagram.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction #sebastian stan X ofc #marvel actor fanfiction

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zombiemaids · 5 years

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she’s a very special girl / john deacon x reader

(originally posted to archiveofourown)

pairing(s): john deacon/female reader, brian may/original female character(s) characters: john deacon, brian may, original female character(s), you word count: 2656 warnings/tags: #smut, #groupies, #set in 1974, #freaky deaky, #time and stamina works weirdly in this fic summary: this was a bad idea. terrible, in fact. notes: yes, i caved and wrote super self-indulgent 70s john fic. this is an au with no veronica (obviously... i felt dirty even typing that, i love you veronica 😭.) i guess this is also an au where brian didn't have hepatitis? lmao. i put it at 1974, so this would be during the sheer heart attack tour... here, have some visual stimulation.

You tugged at your shorts as you slipped between some disused speakers. Sheralee was in front of you, practically shooting out of her platforms with excitement as she grabbed your clammy hand. You tried to play it cool in comparison, but your insides were molten. The Sheer Heart Attack tour was the first world tour Queen had ever done, and when you both saw that they would hit your city, you immediately pooled your resources for tickets. Weeks - no, months - of car washes, dog walking, and babysitting had led up to tickets, transport, and the most outrageous outfit you'd ever worn. Sheralee wanted Brian - it was all she'd spoke about on the bus ride up to the venue. You'd plucked at a loose thread on your jacket as she went on about his hair, his lips, his hands... your own brain had rendered you lost in a haze of nerves. Getting backstage was a happy accident - it was fifty-fifty if you could charm the stick-up-his-ass doorman, but with the right amount of skin and a husky enough giggle, it usually worked. But this was Queen, not some shitty bar band or an opening act. You'd poured over their features in Creem, watched Freddie slink across the tiny stage on Top of the Pops, felt your skin break out in hot gooseflesh when you heard the heavenly vocals during In The Lap Of The Gods. This was a bad idea. Terrible, even.

Sheralee suddenly squealed in front of you, and you nibbled your lip as you looked up. There, across the floor, was Brian. He was perched on a speaker, tuning his guitar. A roadie stood near him, checking over the setlist. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you noticed they still had an hour and fifteen until the show began. Her hand slipped from yours and she sprinted across the building nimbly, her loud cry of "Brian!" attracting his attention. He smiled when he noticed her, breaking into a grin when she leapt on him and cuddled into his neck. All those exhausting nights of fighting to get to the front of the crowd had paid off. You raised your eyebrows as you watched them canoodle, suddenly feeling awfully exposed. Flicking your hair and walking over to the drinks cooler, you looked around before grabbing a bottle of water and strolling off. You were just another groupie - the roadies and crew were far too busy soundchecking for the opening act, hauling cables and lights, and checking everything was running smoothly to notice you. Spotting a large wardrobe box, you sighed and perched on it, swinging your legs out. Your platforms were starting to rub against your ankles uncomfortably, and you pulled your fluffy coat around you to block out the chill. You had no idea where you were - there was a double door a couple of metres down the hall from where you sat acting as the only landmark. Taking a swig of your water, you guessed it was a green room for the band. Every single concert venue was like a sprawling maze, but there were still a couple of constants - stressed roadies, backstage snacks that served as dinner most of the time, sticky red cups filled with soda, and the wall clocks that always looked the exact same as the ones in your school gym.

You checked the time. T-minus one hour.

A sudden ruckus from down the hall alerted you. It was coming from backstage, so you hopped off the box and tiptoed down to get a better look. The rest of the band had finally appeared - Freddie in a white silk ensemble, Roger in some dangerously low-waisted trousers with his shirt open, and John leaning against the stage steps, bass in hand. Sheralee was in the middle of the group, giggling away. Brian had his arm around her, and they were both looking at Freddie as he told some story, punctuated with interjections from Roger. You smiled to yourself, taking another swig of water. You'd catch up with them after the show - bands were usually more loose then, and easier to speak to. Pre-show nerves could turn even the sweetest musicians into complete assholes, as you'd experienced in the past. Cocking your head to the side, you felt a pair of eyes on you, and glanced over to see John peeping at you from under his lashes. You gave him a sweet smile, and flicked your coat in a way that showed as much of your legs as possible. Slinking back into the corridor, you leaned against the wall and waited.

"H... Hello," you heard, and looked up. John was standing in the corridor entrance, almost shyly, one thumb in a belt loop of his pants and the other hand holding the neck of his bass. His pants were white silk, like Freddie's outfit, and you briefly wondered if they all co-ordinated their outfits.

You gave a sly smile, touching your head against the wall. "Hey there."

He walked towards you in an endearing way, like a shy teenager, the bass strap dragging on the floor. "It's quite noisy out there," he said, and his tone was almost apologetic. His voice was soft and a little nasal - he didn't seem as forward as most of the guys you'd met, but then even in interviews he was often drowned out by the rest of the band. With a sweet smile came a gentle, "Sorry."

You screwed the cap back on your bottle. "Isn't that what your shows are all about? The noise, the action..." You gave a giggle. "The dramatics?"

John nestled into the wall next to you, one foot against the white paint. "Yes, I-I suppose they are," he laughed. His eyes reminded you of a misty forest, and his dark brown hair looked soft and fluffy, his lips and nose flushed pink from the cold air. He was about as masculine as a kitten - but there was still something that made you feel a tug towards him, that familiar heat rising in your lower belly. "You'll have Freddie to thank for that," he added.

"But surely as the bassist, you're an important cog in that noise? Queen wouldn't be anything without your riffs." You paused in your buttering up, and noticed his cheeks flush a soft pink. He's not used to being complimented, you thought. You licked your lips and pushed the knife in a little deeper. "Like in Son and Daughter... that song would be totally straight without the bass." You neglected to tell him that you'd ridden three of your fingers to bliss after seeing the way he played the riff in your bootleg Rainbow recording, imagining that it was his hand instead of your own.

John rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, thank you. I try my best."

There was a short silence, and then it came. The coup de grace.

"...Would you like to go somewhere before the show?"

Wetting your lips with your tongue, you tossed the bottle to the floor. "I thought you'd never ask."

John's dressing room was small and neat, and smelled of stale vanilla room spray. A small lamp gave the room a soft glow, and a lightbulb-studded wall-to-wall dresser sat across from the bed. There was a record player on the dresser, and a chair in the corner of the room with what you guessed was John's bag. You saw a couple of sleeves poking out.

"Ooh!" Darting over, you flicked through. There were only four or five records - some Hendrix, Yes, Gonzales. You pulled out Jimi, and checked the tracklist as John locked the door. He sat on the bed behind you, pulling off his shoes.

"Oh, I bring some records with me when we tour," he explained, and you slipped the disc from the sleeve. "It... helps me unwind before a show."

Setting down the needle, the familiar strains of Foxy Lady began to ring through the air as you slinked around the bed. John lay back, propped up on his arms, watching you appreciatively.

"I can think of much..." You crawled forwards, climbing up onto him. "Much..." Your fingers began to unbutton his shirt. "Much better ways to unwind." you finished huskily, a smile dancing across your features. He swallowed, and you glimpsed his teeth biting his bottom lip. Pulling his shirt open, you planted soft kisses on his chest before leaning back up to straddle his hips. Throwing your coat to the floor with a grin, you stretched up into the air, moaning suddenly as John dragged his fingertips over the crotch of your shorts. They were thin gold lamé, tight to your body, and you'd neglected underwear for the sake of avoiding any outlines. You ground against his palm slowly as you reached behind you to undo your shirt, unwrapping it from your chest. Your shorts were flung to the ground with your coat, and you whipped your top around your head like a lasso before flinging it away, drawing a giggle from John.

"Ta-da!" you said, sticking your chest out. He nodded appreciatively.

"Lovely. But I think looking isn't enough, don't you?"

"Hm?"

John quickly grabbed your thighs, dragging you forwards onto his face, and licked a hot line over your clit. You cried out, quickly clutching at the headboard as you fell forwards. Your body trembled, and you flopped backwards to give him more room, spreading yourself open in the process. He flicked the tip of his tongue against you quickly, green eyes clouded with lust under his lashes. He looked frustratingly smug, and you groaned, digging your nails into his still-clothed legs as he dipped his tongue inside you. It was almost too much, and you could feel your stomach tightening and your thighs numbing. He manhandled you a little to gain more access, licking and licking from your entrance to your clit, tasting how wet you were. Your hips jolted forwards inadvertently, and accidentally caught his teeth. The tiny spark of pain was all you needed, and you yelped as your back arched, your entire body shuddering. John kissed your inner thighs as your muscles clenched, moans filling the room as you rode out the feeling. You barely noticed him slide out from underneath you as you plopped backwards onto the bed. Through half-lidded eyes, you rested your hand on your breast and watched as he pulled off his clothes, his lips shiny from you. Turning around, he planted a quick kiss on your lips, and you could taste yourself. John climbed over you and nestled next to you, his lips against your neck as he stared at your face.

His hand slid flat down your abdomen, and you moaned, your body stretching up as he started to tease you with his fingers like you were the strings on his bass. He pulled his hand away briefly to lick them, and you grabbed the duvet tightly as he pushed one, then two fingers inside you. He curled them upwards, and you gasped, John's eyes following your every little move. He kind of wanted to see you fuck yourself on his hand, but the feeling of the tight muscles flexing around his fingers was too good to stop. He smiled, leaning in to nip a hickey into your neck. Whimpering, you tried to beg - "John, John, pleeease-" and he pushed his fingers faster in and out of you. You groaned, biting down on the back of your hand, and you felt him smile against your skin. He pushed his fingertips up against you, his other hand pressing down on your stomach, and thrust. You wailed as you came, his fingers still moving swiftly as you felt your limbs turn to jelly. Pulling his hands from you, John pulled your body against his and sat the both of you upright, standing up and pulling you around him. Through your foggy state, you noticed that Jimi was on his way out and needed to be flipped.

"John- the record-" you burbled, and he shushed you. You pouted as he pushed you roughly against the wall, before sighing as he pushed inside you. His hands were wrapped around your back, your legs were wrapped around his hips, and your nails were scratching at the skin on his neck as he thrust up into you. His cock was just as good as his fingers, if not better, and you felt a flash of annoyance as you realised that your little solo sessions could never live up to this. Your shoulderblades scratched uncomfortably against the wall, the mixture of pleasure and pain making you cry out. Your hand left his neck to snake between your bodies, rubbing desperately at your clit. You were slicker than an oil spill from his help earlier, but the knot in your stomach was getting more and more apparent. You whined - "Jo-ooo-h-nnn!" - as your back scratched against the brick, and he looked at you questioningly.

"Hurts," you grunted, and he took the hint. Hoisting you up and away from the wall, you sighed in pleasure as you felt the soft mattress of the bed hit your back.

"I want you to look at yourself underneath me," John panted, and he grabbed your hair in your hand, pulling your head back so you could see yourself in the mirror. You grimaced at the sensation, but followed his word. The image was flipped upside-down to you, but you could still see him pounding into you, and it sent a thrill through your body. John's hand left your hair to grasp at the bedsheets, and you writhed underneath him, throwing your arms around his neck and bringing his face down to your shoulder. He kissed your neck as his thrusts became more frantic and erratic, and you tugged his hair as you nipped at his collarbone. You could hear him panting, and incited him with husky praises - "Come on, baby, come on, you're doing so good, you feel so good, oh, oh, oh, John-!"

The moan of his name from your lips pushed him over the edge, and he let out a cry as his hips slowed and he suddenly came. His eyes closed, and for a second you thought he looked more angelic than any holy being. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of you, and you pulled him down onto you, kissing his shoulder. He kissed your jaw, and slowly pulled out, both of you finally separating.

"Christ," you heard him mutter, and you laughed.

A distant cry alerted you both - "Guys, you're on in five minutes! I repeat, five minutes!" John swore, leaping up from the bed, suddenly bursting with adrenaline.

"I have to go, love," he said quickly, shoving his clothes back on. You shakily stood up, throwing your coat over your naked body.

"I'll come with you," you slurred, and he gave you a sweet grin. Running as fast as you could down the hall in your current state, you both emerged into the light of backstage, where rest of the band were standing impatiently at the stage steps. Sheralee's neck was covered in purply-red lovebites, and you stored away some jokes for later about Brian eating a good meal before a show.

"John, man!" Roger cried. "Where did you go?! We've been waiting fuckin' forever!" He leaned back, spotting you, and a look of realisation dawned across his face.

"Sorry," John mumbled, running over. His cheeks were scarlet as Freddie slapped him on the back, and the crew gave them one last check. Slinking over, the noise of the crowd grew deafening as you linked arms with Sheralee, both of you ready to watch from the side of the stage. You pulled John back before he started up the steps and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Good luck," you murmured, and his smile was all you needed to know it would ring true.

#queen #john deacon #brian may #john deacon x reader #john deacon fanfic #brian may fanfic #joe mazzello #70s #queen fanfic #my fics #[coughs]

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fugaciousgloom · 4 years

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Oumeno Week - Day 4

Content warning: Bullying, offensive names, violence, underage smoking, swearing, body dismorphia/shaming/hating, eating disorders (specifically bulimia).

A/n: I know, it's a lot. I wanted to make sure I had everything.

"Piece of fucking trash."

"Lazy skank."

"Delusional donkey face."

These were just a few of the words Himiko Yumeno had been called in her time at school.

She always thought it was unfair, the way she was treated. It wasn't her fault she had bright red hair and an ugly face, nor that her family was broken up. It's not like she can control the fact her parents are divorced, no matter how many times her father tells her it's her fault.

The only people who were ever nice to her were Angie Yonaga, Ryoma Hoshi, and Kirumi Tojo. They never called her names or laughed when the other kids knocked her books out of her hands. Well, Ryoma just ignored her and Kirumi would just wave and occasionally smile at her, but Angie hung out with her.

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Himiko kicked her legs out as she leaned back. She was hanging out with Angie, who was smoking, behind the bleachers. They were supposed to be in gym, but neither of them entirely liked that class. It usually led to Himiko being teased for her flat chest in the locker room or Angie obtaining a purposeful ball to the face.

Angie let out a breath, blowing smoke out in a steady stream, "Tenko give you any shit today?"

Himiko shook her head, "Surprisingly no..." she paused, "she kept looking at me, I think she's planning something."

"Honestly," the girl began, gesturing towards the small girl with her cigarette, "I wouldn't be surprised if she liked you." She laughed, "That bitch is a raging lesbian. She must have a lot of internalized homophobia."

Angie had a crush on Tenko in middle school. Back then, everything was simpler. Tenko was one of their closest friends and hung out with the two girls all the time. But after she and Kaede Akamatsu got closer, she became cold and started subtly bullying Himiko. It soon got worse and now the redhead was constantly harassed by her.

"Really?" Himiko asked, "What makes you say that?"

Angie stuck the cigarette in her mouth again while she thought. "Have you seen the way she looks at Kaede and Kirumi?" As she spoke, a cloud of smoke left her mouth. It blew into Himiko's face, making her cough for a moment.

Himiko thought back to all the times she'd look at the tall girl, thinking back to how kind she was and all the good times they had. She only just noticed how she looked at some of the girls in the class, only... "She looks at you the most."

"What?" Angie looked shocked for a moment before taking another puff from her cigarette, "I mean, she probably just regrets leaving the group."

Himiko shook her head, "I wish she wasn't so mean all the time..." she thought aloud, "If only she would let me talk to her, I'm sure I'd be able to talk some sense into her."

Angie shrugged and put out her cigarette on her leg, seemingly not bothered by the burn.

The two heard the last bell ring and Angie stood, helping Himiko up as well, "I'll see you tomorrow, same spot."

The small girl nodded, "Yeah, bye."

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The redhead was walking home when a figure shoved her into an alleyway, making her drop all her books in the process. She whipped around to see Kaede and Tenko smiling down at her.

"Hey, Miko." Kaede sneered.

Himiko cringed at the nickname. Her family used to call her that before her father moved away and her mother started drinking. She had only confided in Tenko and Angie about how the nickname triggers her anxiety a bit. Now the only time her family uses it is when she's in trouble.

Tenko fiddled with her fingers a bit, "Hey Himiko."

Kaede suddenly shoved her to the ground, "Ugly piece of trash."

Himiko's arm hit the ground and she hissed in pain. The bruises coating her skin flaring up again.

Kaede elbowed Tenko, encouraging her, "A-and you know where trash belongs, right Mi... Himiko?"

Despite looking displeased with her reluctance to use Himiko's nickname, the blonde advanced towards the small girl. The redhead frantically backed away, her arm screaming in agony whenever she pushed herself backwards. Suddenly, her back hit the dumpster behind her. Shit.

Kaede smirked as she grabbed the fabric on the girls shoulders, Tenko grabbing her legs, "In the garbage."

She was lifted and dropped, sinking into the smelly dumpster. She just sat there for a few moments, listening to the blonde's laughter as she tried to hold back tears. Then, as if things couldn't get worse, they poured a sticky substance over her head. It was some sort of mixture of water glue and trash.

She heard them walk away laughing and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't make any attempt to escape the stinky confines of the dumpster, she didn't have the motivation to, the girl just sat and cried until she couldn't anymore.

That's when she heard a voice, "H-hey, you ok-okay?"

She sniffled and peered over the edge of the dumpster to see a small boy with purple hair. He was standing next to a tall green haired boy, a boy with white hair, and a girl from her class named Miu.

As soon as the green haired one saw her, he gasped and went to help her out. She flinched away from his touch and fell back into the trash.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." The strange boy soothed. He practically wafted care and trustworthiness, lifting his hands slowly to lift the girl out of the trash can.

Miu shifted back and forth on her feet, "Hu-hurry up di-dipshit!"

The white haired boy placed a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down Miu, you're all worked up." She just shook his hand off her shoulder.

As she was set down, Himiko scrambled away from the group, making sure to keep her distance. She never trusted anyone she just met, especially not kids her age.

The green haired boy wiped the liquid off his hands, "I'm Gonta Gokuharu, this is Kiibo, Miu, and Kokichi." He gestured to each one respectively.

"I haven't seen you around," Kiibo spoke up, "What school do you go to?"

Himiko crossed her arms across her chest, rocking back and forth on her heels, "Um... I go to the high school just a block down from here..."

"Ah, I've seen you a-around." Miu interjected, "She's a qu-quiet one. N-no surprise you didn't n-notice her."

Kokichi had just been watching her the whole time. He looked worried, "Hey why were you in the du-dumpster?"

Himiko tensed a bit, cradling her hurt arm, "Um..."

Miu pointed a threatening finger at her, "I swear to g-god, if it w-was Kaede, I-I'll beat the everl-living shit out of that bitch."

Himiko jumped at her raised voice, taking another few steps back.

"Stop it, you're scaring her." The purple haired boy demanded, his voice suddenly more confident. This made Miu cower a bit.

"S-s-sorry."

Himiko just nodded in embarrassment. She took one final step backwards, now completely out of the alley. She gestured a small goodbye and took off running.

She heard someone call out to her from behind, but she just kept running until she reached her house.

Slamming the door, she immediately felt nauseous. Her mother had been drinking again and the smell wafted from all areas of the house that she could possibly stash booze. Covering her nose with her uniform shirt, she made her way up to the bathroom. Stripping herself of her filthy clothes, she stared into the mirror.

She turned this way and that, looking at her bruise infested body. Her arm had a huge cut down the side of it and a scrape on the elbow. She sighed, poking and prodding at different parts of her. It mushed beneath her finger and she frowned. She knew she had gained weight, despite all her efforts. She suddenly felt hungry.

Taking a quick shower, she got dressed and went down stairs. She noticed her mother passed out on the sofa with a box of pizza and a vodka bottle. Quietly, she made her way to the kitchen.

She reached out for the handle of the freezer, pulling it out and looking inside. She pulled out a package of chocolate freeze pops and opened it up. She made her way to the bathroom, sitting down and pulling out a popsicle. Here we go again.

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Kokichi bit his thumbnail in thought. He couldn't get that small, redheaded girl out of his head for some reason. She seemed so pathetically sad and he had found her in a dumpster.

He heard his father leaving the house down the hallway.

Did Kaede really do that? It was so cruel, even for her. Tenko maybe?

He shook his head, no. She'd never stoop so low. She seemed to be hurt and flinched away at Gonta's touch.

He then had a horrible thought.

What if she's...

I better see if she's okay...

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Himiko flushed the toilet halfheartedly. She felt empty, but weirdly euphoric at the same time. It was like her mind telling her she did a good job, even if she felt even hungrier than when she started. The empty box of chocolate popsicles lay next to her. Just looking at it made her sick.

Kicking it to the other side of the room, Himiko sank farther into the floor. She could hear her mother moving downstairs. She was awake and drinking again, obviously not caring what her daughter was doing in the bathroom for so long.

When her door slammed, she peeked her head out the door. Knowing the coast was clear, Himiko made her way to her room. But just as she walked inside, the doorbell rang, hurting her ears.

Assuming it was just her mother forgetting her keys, she grabbed the spare one from the shelf near the door and opened the door angrily. What, or in this matter who, she saw surprised her.

Kokichi was standing in front of her, a worried expression on his face, "Hey, c-can I co-come in?"

Himiko just nodded.

He stepped into the house and covered his nose instantly, "What is that?"

"Nothing!" She exclaimed, pulling him up the stairs, "It's nothing."

When they entered her room, Himiko immediately started shoving all her dirty clothes in a hamper. Kokichi sat on the bed, waiting.

Once she was satisfied with the way her room looked, she turned to Kokichi, "Can I, uh, help you?"

He tapped his fingers on his knee, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

She noticed his lack of stutter and decided to trust him, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

A moment passed and the boy just looked at her, "No, you're not."

"What?"

"You're not okay," he began, "And you know it."

She made a face, "So you're just gonna walk into my house and accuse me of lying to myself." She spat, "I don't even know you!"

His face contorted, "N-no th-thats n-n-not it!"

Himiko rolled her eyes, "Fine."

Kokichi paused for a few moments, "Where's y-your b-bathroom?"

The redhead pointed to the hallway, "the door right next to mine."

He nodded and walked off.

Himiko plopped down on her bed, thinking it over. Maybe she wasn't okay, but it wasn't like her mother would do anything about it. She's part of the reason she isn't okay.

Therapy is too much money and they didn't have a family doctor. Himiko hadn't gotten sick in over five years.

Weirdo. Himiko thought, Just walking into my house and telling me I'm not okay...

Suddenly, her door creaked open and the purple haired boy walked in. He was carrying the empty box of chocolate pops.

Shit.

"Hey," he gestured to the box, "Why was this in your bathroom?"

She panicked, "That's none of your goddamn business!"

She frantically reached for the box, tearing it out of his arms.

He stared at her, "Whens the last time you ate a decent meal?"

She paused. In truth, the last full meal she ate, and didn't throw up, was a full two months ago. Himiko didn't want to admit this though, so she just shrugged.

Kokichi grabbed her arm suddenly, "come on, we're going to get something to eat.

She gasped when he grabbed her arm, it hurt so much it felt like it could fall off at any moment.

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The girl sighed as they waited in line at the ramen shop. The last place she wanted to be at that moment was in public.

"What do you want, Himi?"

She sputtered for a moment, "H-himi?"

Kokichi nodded, "I give all my friends nicknames."

Did I ever say we were friends?

"Um okay..."

They got their food and sat down at a nearby table. She breathed in the warm aroma and couldn't wait to eat, even if it meant losing it to the toilet later.

It was quiet as they ate. To Himiko, it felt too much like a date.

"What's on your mind?" Kokichi asked.

She felt weird, nobody had ever cared so much about her in her entire life. She always thought it would be easy to accept someones help, but obviously not.

She shook her head, "Nothing..."

"I can tell when you're lying."

What?

She gaped at him, "What?"

He just shrugged, "It's true."

She quickly finished her ramen, "Hey, I'll be right back."

Without waiting for a response, she got up and rushed to the bathroom. Thank god it was a one person.

Crouching over the toilet seat, she reluctantly stuck her fingers down her throat.

She wiped her mouth when she heard a knock on the door. Flushing, she washed her hands and splashed some water on her face.

Himiko opened the door and stepped out, another girl rushing in.

Paying her no mind, she walked back to the table. Kokichi was there playing on his phone.

He looked up, "Hey."

She just nodded, her stomach turning for the millionth time that day.

She sat down and he immediately narrowed his eyes at her, "What's that?"

She froze. He was pointing at a small chunk of food she accidentally left on her cheek.

#oumenoweek #oumeno week #oumeno #ouma #ouma kokichi #drv3 himiko #oma x himiko #himiko #himiko yumeno #content warning #pregame #pregame himiko #pregame kokichi #pregame au

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zoey-wades · 5 years

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Honeymoon (King Liam x MC)

Rating: M (Drug Use, Substance Abuse, Violence)

Characters: Dark!Liam Rys x Dark!Lyra Frasier (MC)

Summary: Fresh out of school and trying to figure things out, Lyra Frasier spends her weekdays going to a job she hates and her weekends in a drug fueled haze. And then she meets golden boy Liam. Lyra soon realizes that the violent underbelly of New York City’s elite may be more than she can handle.

Word Count: 2,155

Author’s Notes: This is sometimes a bit hard to write for, because you have to be in the right headspace for it. I'm finally getting around to it. This is the most I’ve written in a while, and I’m finishing at almost 1 am.

-x-

O1. Bad Habits

Lyra couldn't, for the life of her, figure out how she ended up vomiting in the bathroom of some East Village hole-in-the-wall.

Actually, she understood the vomit. She tested her luck with the Jolly Rancher shots, and she paid the price. Her cell phone --which was covered in some unknown sticky substance-- told her that it was close to 4am. Which meant that there was a whole two or three hours that she couldn't account for. The last she could remember, she was going shot for shot with her dealer at a dive bar near Tribeca. She was feeling pretty good until...Oh.

The sound of the heavy bass beyond the stall door made her head throb, and she realized that she was laying in a heap on the dirty bathroom floor. She managed to mostly throw up in the toilet, and she still had her purse and cash to get home.

Lyra: 1. Life: 0.

The thudding of the bass quickened, and someone was shouting something about peeing. As the fogginess of the drugs cleared a little, she realized that the bass was someone knocking on the door.

Wiping the tiredness from her eyes, she winced when she realized that she smudged her makeup into her eye. Along with whatever was on the bathroom floor. At this point, she couldn't bring herself to care. She'd already pressed her face to it when she passed out. No use in being anal now. Pulling herself to her feet, she used toilet paper to wipe her mouth and eyes, and flushed every biohazard down the toilet.

New Message:

“Lyra...it’s me. I saw you at the bar with Maxwell. ... how you deal with shit, why can’t you just...? Call me back.”

New Message:

“...I swear to fucking God, if you don’t...in an hour I’m going to come get you. I can figure out where you are...”

New Message:

“...this is why I cheated. You just don’t know how to let shit go. I’m done.”

Lyra wanted to cry. In fact, she could feel herself trying to =will the tears forward. But, ultimately, she just felt tired and dehydrated, and very very confused. Sitting atop an overturned crate in the alleyway behind the bar, she listened to the last of the messages, which sounded weirdly distorted and slow to her ears. She dropped her heavy, clouded head in her hands. Seeing Justin that night was bad enough. Having him call to remind her of all the ways she was a fuckup was just the shit icing on the shit cake that was her life.

She knew that she wasn’t the greatest girlfriend. She had really terrible bouts of depression that took a while to get out of. And, sure, she could’ve been more attentive to his needs. But she was trying her best. Up until he broke up with her, she thought she was getting better. She was going to therapy, and taking her medication. She hadn’t gone out partying in months, and she came straight home after work.

Maybe she wasn’t making as much progress as she thought. That was obvious, based on where she was and how she ended up there. She chuckled humorlessly.

It was now 5 A.M.

The sky was a deep shade of purple, and every blink seemed to make the colors more vibrant. Her vision doubled, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She realized that her shift was in three hours, and she had to sober up to the best of her ability before heading in. The scattered conversations of the exiting bar goers drifted away, and she considered calling an Uber when she heard harsh whispers further down the alleyway, away from the street. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as if someone was pushed into something, followed by the sickening sound of someone being punched. Drug-fueled curiosity crept into Lyra, and she considered looking to see what was going on and calling the police.

Then she remembered that she was Black and decided to mind her business. Steeling herself, she took a few deep breaths and rose to her feet... then fell on her ass on top of the crate again. She felt like she could feel the Earth spinning on its axis. She wondered if, maybe, she could run fast enough to match the speed of the spinning. Since, clearly, it was moving so fast that she was losing her balance.

Kind of like those spinning carnival rides.

Clumsily rising up from the crate she attempted to run in her heeled boots, then stumbled a few feet to the curb of the street before being overcome with the severe dizziness she felt earlier in the night. Leaning up against the opposite brick wall, she vomited on the sidewalk, and collapsed on the ground in a puddle of dirty rain water.

-x-Liam-x-

This wasn’t at all how he wanted to start his weekend. He got a call about a mole among his father’s ranks. And once again, he had to be the one to handle it. He could understand that his father was older now, and therefore less inclined to pay attention. But, Jesus Christ if Liam wasn’t tired of constantly picking up after him.

Drake found him first, pissing drunkenly in the alley outside the bar. Neither Liam nor his best friend were into the idea of fucking up someone in such a public place. It left a lot of questions, and it left the potential for witnesses. But both men were already annoyed with the fact that they had to follow this guy for hours, in the dead of night, before getting him alone. Earlier, they watched as he approached a young, dark skinned woman, clad in ripped denim jeans, a tank top, and a leather jacket. Her messy, dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she cocked her head to the side, curiously. She was clearly already far gone by the time Sebastian Clark approached her, but even she could sense the leery nature of dad’s associate. He was about twice her age, with a steely gaze and abrasive nature. He smiled strangely at her, rubbing her arm, and she swayed slowly, scrunching up her nose before walking away.

Liam noticed him put something in her drink before she left. Which made him feel a little less badly about what he was about to do to him.

Now, it was just the three of them facing each other in the alleyway, with Clark looking as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“Damn, Seb,” Drake tutted, shaking his head and smirking, “What are you doing man? Stealing money, tipping the feds, and drugging girls? It doesn’t stop with you, huh?”

The older man raised his hands in defense, and took a step back, tripping over his own feet, “I don’t know what you’re talking about man. I ain’t no snitch.”

Liam shoved his hands in his pockets and took three slow strides towards the man, “So you admit that you’ve been stealing and drugging girls. Or did I just imagine your account transfers, and you dropping a pill in that girl’s drink?”

“I-I didn’t...”

“Ah, so I’m delusional now, is that it?” Liam raised his brows, glancing at Drake, who kept his eyes trained on the bumbling man before them, “You hear that, Walker? Apparently, I imagined all of this shit.”

“Interesting...” Drake shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, and produced a pair of brass knuckles, “Maybe he forgot. I think I needa jog his memory.”

At this, Clark turned and tried to make a run for it. To where, Liam wasn’t altogether sure. The alley stopped at a dead end, and he knew Clark wasn’t a fighter. He was just making Liam even more frustrated with his cowardice. Pulling the knife from his sheath, he threw it, taking aim at his back. It pierced Clark’s skin with expert precision, and he fell into a couple of metal trash bins, toppling them over.

As the two younger men approached, Clark groaned and began begging for his life, mumbling something about his loyalty and how long he’d been with the family. At this, Drake laughed and landed a lazy kick to the man’s side.

“Shut the fuck up and take this beating like a man. You shoulda thought about that shit before you stole from us and tried to get us killed.”

Drake approached him, and he raised his hands again, “Wait, wait, what about Constantine? I’m his oldest friend!”

Liam felt the anger swell in his chest. He had the audacity to mention him after betraying his trust and stealing millions? Liam landed the first punch, squarely in the side of Clark’s head.

“You’re dead to him,” Liam coolly replied.

And with that, Drake took over, landing punch after punch until nothing was left but pulp and matter smeared on the concrete.

“We can’t just leave her here, Man...Look at her. She’s shivering, ” Liam looked down at the passed out woman, drenched in dirty water, “Also, someone might ask questions, and the cleanup crew is on its way.”

Drake groaned and ran his bruised hands through his dark hair, “You’re such a fucking softie, I swear.”

Removing his leather jacket, Liam placed it over her and lifted her up into his arms, carefully. It was the same woman that Clark drugged at the bar, and he felt a pang of remorse. Sure, he wasn’t directly involved. But Clark was a part of his circle, and he felt a sense of responsibility. Drake tapped away at his phone, then glanced over at the girl before raising his brows and shaking his head.

“What?” Liam asked, leaning up against the wall for support. He didn’t realize how tired he was.

“That’s Justin’s girl,” Drake casually remarked, “Or was. I think he ditched her for some Upper East Side chick.”

“No shit?” Liam looked down at the girl in his arms, feeling a deep sense of sadness for her. She’d clearly had a rough couple of years, based on what he heard about Justin’s relationships with women. A sleek, black Lincoln van pulled up to the curb, and Liam placed the unconscious woman in the third row of the car, making sure to watch her head. He slid into the second row, and Drake followed.

It was on the ride back to the suburbs that she woke up with a deep groan and a sharp wince. Liam watched as she took note of her surroundings, and she jumped when her wide brown eyes landed on him.

“W-what?” Her hoarse voice croaked as she pressed her hand to the tinted window, “What the fuck is going on? Where am I? Who the fuck are you?” She squinted, “Did you fucking kidnap me?”

Liam raised his hands in defense, “Whoa! No! Jesus--!”

But she was on a rampage.

“I swear to God, I will jump right out of this fucking car. I’ve seen enough movies to know how to tuck and roll! Let me out, right now!”

“We’re on the highway...”

“I don’t care if we’re on the fucking moon, let me out of this car! Now!”

“I told you we shoulda left her there,” Drake mumbled, resting his chin on his fist.

Liam ignored his friend, choosing instead to try and calm the anxious young woman down, “Look, no one is kidnapping you. I’m Liam, this is Drake. You passed out on the street, and we found you. We wanted to make sure you were safe...that’s all. No harm done.”

He hoped that she could read the sincerity in his voice. Because, from her perspective, this probably looked really bad. He didn’t take into consideration how this would appear, and that was a huge mistake on his part.

“I’m sorry if we scared you,” he continued, calmly, “It’s just...it wouldn’t have been right to leave you there.”

She eyed him warily and frowned, raising a shaking hand to her forehead, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“That’s because a cockroach named Sebastian drugged you at the bar before you left,” Drake stated matter-of-factly. For the first time, he turned to face her, and Liam noticed something flash behind his eyes before he trained his disposition again, “Instead of waking up in a dirty puddle, you woke up in a luxury car with a bottle of water and two handsome guys. So, you��re welcome for that.”

She blinked slowly as if registering everything he said. Then she lay back down across the seat, pulling her knees to her chest, “For you, handsome is a bit of a stretch, but thanks for the water, I guess. And also for not being terrible and leaving me in the street. ”

She paused.

“So where’s this Sebastian guy, anyway? Did the cops take him?”

Liam and Drake exchanged a look, and Drake turned away again.

“Sure,” he said.

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Finding Magic Chapter 3

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It was early evening; approximately 8 hours after they'd left Llantry. By the afternoon Pepi persuaded an irritable Renato to converse (by talking until the other man grew annoyed enough to reply). While the knight hadn't been enthusiastic at first, he did eventually talk. One could only stare at grass, trees, and dull skies for so long, after all.

"Renato, we're heading towards our first town!" Pepi pointed ahead of them. "We should stay at an inn there tonight."

At each side of the wagon, fences surrounding fields sprung up, people walked from the fields to town, houses appeared with children playing outside them.

"Where are we?"

"Wakefield, according to the map," Pepi said, putting the map back into his pocket and Finlay went in there as well, no longer flashing colours. "This is one of the places that I went through on the way to Llantry. I don't remember being here. Feels familiar though."

Renato peered over Pepi's shoulder. "They don't have defense walls."

"Is it that mind boggling to you? If so, you're going to be in for a hell of a journey."

They passed by a town hall which had the building's name in gold lettering. The path grew narrower the further into town the drew and had more people. Flies buzzed around and the stench of cattle manure was overwhelming. An inn had a sign above the door saying "The Ugly Snail". Some drunk people, a mixture of Dwarves, Halflings, and Gnomes, gathered outside the doorway as they were kicked out by a Halfling woman with lucious purple hair that complimented her tawny skin.

"C'mon you lot, your families are waiting for you at home. Come back after you've puked your guts out and slept off your hangover." She huffed, then glanced at the wagon.

"Pepi!" She called out, her face brightening. "Where've you been? You said you'd be back within a few days!"

Pulling on the reins, Pepi stopped the horse. "Have we met?" Finlay flew out Pepi's pocket, hovering towards the woman and began pulsing yellow light as he flew back to Pepi.

"Why are these people so small? They can't be taller than waist height." Renato whispered as he scanned the group. "Is everyone here short?" Pepi shushed him.

"When you arrived you did seem a little out of it . You must've been really drunk," she laughed. "I'm Kater, you stayed at me inn a couple of months ago. I never forgot that lovely face of yours, even if it's hidden under a bush now. Leave your wagon outside, come in!" She went inside.

A drunk dwarf stumbled up to the wagon, jumping back in surprise when they saw the horse. "That's not a horse! That's two people in a costume!"

Pepi leaped down from the jockey box, moving to stand beside the horse. "Be nice to our steed, she's very tired." Pepi fed the horse some leftover candy.

"Someone just stuck their hand out the mouth to grab that!"

Pepi rolled his eyes. "You're drunk. Go home."

The dwarf's equally drunk party dragged them away. Soon they returned to laughing with them, and stumbled home. Pepi explained the different races to Renato as he tied the horse to a nearby wooden post.

"Don't go about calling people short. To them, you're weirdly tall."

"I only ever read about different races," Renato said as he got out the wagon, holding their bags. "Never seen them in real life. There's only humans in Llantry. Give me a nudge when I say something wrong, I don't want to offend anyone."

Finlay flew close to Pepi's shoulder, returning to a neutral white. "Aye, we can't afford the time to make enemies. When in doubt, smile and say yes. Let's go talk to this Kater lady."

Renato handed Pepi his bag, threw his own over his shoulders, and they walked inside. Multiple tables littered with beer mugs were placed around the inn, people of all shapes and sizes sat on chairs that were in the shape of snails; with a round shell forming the seating area and a snail's face facing the back, and a staircase led upstairs to the inn's rooms. The lighting was dim, creating a warm atmosphere. Pepi had to lift his feet to move as his shoes stuck to the floor.

Kater made drinks behind the order counter. "Last time you really enjoyed me ale, said it was really sweet. You haven't lost your sweet tooth along with your memory, have you?" She chuckled, handing the two men drinks as they sat by the counter. Finlay landed on the counter and rolled itself around, inspecting the drinks then turned yellow. "Who's your friend?"

"Renato, a knight from Llantry," he introduced himself, hesitantly reaching out his hand.

Kater shook it with vigor. "Never heard of the place! Pleased to meet you, Sir Renato. Are you the one who's been keeping Pepi occupied these past few months?" She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Yes, he's been helping me keep Llantry safe. The people there are sick," Renato sighed, taking a sip of ale. "We're on our way to the Isle of Adhur to find someone who can help."

"That's terrible," Kater gasped. "What are they sick with?"

Pepi shrugged. "We don't know. But if anyone can help, I'm sure it's Danov. Heard of him?"

Kater shook her head. "Not that I know of. We're far from Adhur. You told me it took you two weeks to get here."

"That's right." Pepi took a sip of ale and hummed in pleasant surprise. "Though I honestly don't remember you. My mind draws a blank when I think of what happened after leaving Basinmount. It's like I sleepwalked from there to Llantry. You were right about this ale, it's excellant." Pepi licked his lips and chugged back the drink.

"Glad you like it. Still selling candy?"

"Nah, only got two bags left. Sold the rest, so we'll be able to afford a night's stay here, if you'll have us." Pepi paid for their drinks with copper coins.

"There's Tieflings here, Pepi!" Renato shook his shoulder. "I read there wasn't many of them left after the war."

"Keep your voice down. You're being rude," Pepi scolded. He gave an apologetic wave to the small table of Tieflings frowning in their direction. "Kater, will you make sure Renato doesn't cause any trouble while I freshen up?"

"Of course. Bathroom's upstairs, first door to the right."

Pepi thanked her, walking a few steps with Finlay following him, then looked back and mouthed to Renato "Stay. Put." He found the bathroom with ease, washing his hands and face of built up grime. Then he shaved off his unruly beard using the straight edge razor he'd packed. A while later, Pepi tidied up, and went back downstairs with Finlay floating by his side.

Pepi overheard Renato talking to Kater. A human woman with glasses, ochre skin, and brown hair now stood behind the order counter beside her.

"It's possible he's inside the manor, but I can't go in there. The Elders weren't too happy when I tried to buy their beer mugs," Kater said. "They were shaped like boots, a fascinating design. Can't believe I got banned just for asking if they'd sell them! The Elders' dinner parties were great. But now Sabenn gives me dirty looks at the market."

"You need to stop collecting those mugs, you have enough as it as," the woman with glasses said. "Or you could make them instead, and stop giving me so many bowls."

"Sweetheart, you said you loved my pottery!"

Pepi interuppted the conversation. "Who's inside the manor?"

The trio turned to face him as he sat down by the counter.

"We're talking about me cat, Rizze. He's gone missing. Helaine tried to find him but that rascal is hiding too well," Kater explained.

"Sorry to hear that. In my experience, cats go wherever they want to. Nice to meet you Helaine, I'm Pepi." He waved. "Do you work here?"

Helaine laughed. "I help around here often enough, I may as well get paid!" She nudged Kater. "But no. I'm Kater's girlfriend. Haven't we already met?"

Kater explained his memory loss to Helaine. Meanwhile, Pepi turned to face Renato, who stared holes into him. When he met Pepi's eyes, Renato took a sip of his ale and diverted his gaze.

"This is your first time seeing me without my beard, isn't it?" Pepi asked, rubbing his clean shaven chin.

"Yes," Renato realized. "You look ten years younger. I forgot that you're younger than me."

"Only by two years."

"Still," Renato muttered into his drink.

"Kater," Pepi spoke to her. "Renato and I will find your cat."

Renato spat out ale. "What?!"

"Hey, come on!" Pepi patted his shoulder. "You're a knight, you could pretend to be one of theirs. We're familiar with the manor's layout. Ooh, can I pretend to be a thief you've captured?"

"I don't think all manors have the same layout."

"They're bound to be similar!"

Kater agreed. "If you found Rizze that would be great!"

"Rizze hasn't been home for a week, I bet he's being fed there. He'll never leave on his own," Helaine said.

Renato bit his lip, fingers tightening on his mug. "What if we get caught?"

"Then we run like mad!" Pepi laughed. "I've escaped so many sticky situations before. Trust me."

Renato sighed, "Fine, I will."

An hour later, Pepi and Renato arrived in front of the manor. Renato wore his armour with a helmet hiding his face and pushed Pepi forward. Pepi's hands were tied together with rope and Finlay hid in his waistcoat pocket. When the gatehouse was in view Pepi pretended to struggle.

"Let me go you fiend, you'll never take me alive!"

"I have already taken you alive." Renato said with a flat voice. "You were a bad man. You stole bread from the baker. They are very sad about what you did."

Pepi whispered to him, "Have you never been to a theatre in your life? Be more convincing!"

"You will be thrown into the dungeon, which is where bad men like you go!" Renato spoke louder.

The Dwarf knight guarding the gatehouse noticed them. "Who's that with you? Don't walk any further." He pointed a crossbow at them. The arrow sparkled with magic.

"Fellow knight," Renato called up to him and stopped walking. "I caught this scoundrel stealing bread. He is quick on his feet. Let me take him to the dungeon, before he escapes!" He held both of Pepi's shoulders, who continued to yell at Renato.

"Release me! If you don't untie me I'll- I'll headbutt you!"

"Which baker did he steal from?" The guard asked.

Renato paused, nearly looking to Pepi for help before catching himself, and cleared his throat. "The… uh, the cheerful one. Next to the town hall."

There was a pause. "That bastard… Who does he think he is, stealing from a little old lady!" The knight shouted. "Mrs Haltot's dog just died, and you're stealing from her?! Lock him up before his heart makes close friends with me arrows!"

"Right away, sir!" Renato stood up straight and saluted. His armour rattled.

"Shut up Larry." The guard opened the gate. "You're such a kiss-ass. Finn's not giving you that bloody promotion!"

Renato and Pepi walked into the courtyard. They began scanning the grass for signs of Rizze. Kater said Rizze was ginger, he'd be easy to spot in the dark. They noticed the guard staring at them, and hurried into the manor.

"Time to split up," Pepi said as Renato untied his hands. From his pocket he took out two Speaking Stones, which they'd brought from Llantry so they could speak while a short distance away, and handed one to Renato.

"Remember, our code word is 'Rakefire' if we get caught."

"I liked 'Fopdoodle' though."

"Too late to change it now. You just want an excuse to insult me."

"I do."

"After my plan works, I'll be the one calling you Fopdoodle- Wait," Finlay rolled around in Pepi's pocket, alerting him of danger. "Someone's coming!"

Footsteps approached from around the corner. Pepi hid in a closet, leaving Renato out in the open. From inside he heard someone speak to Renato.

"Oh, Larry… We're going to play Bone Crowns in the recreation room. You wouldn't be interested in that, right?"

"…Yes! Bone Crowns sounds fun! Lead the way."

There was a pause, a sigh, then a shuffle of footsteps as they moved away. Pepi heard a voice from his Speaking Stone. "-for Rizze in the recreation room. Go look in the pantry."

Creaking the door open, Pepi peered out, then left the closet when he didn't see anyone. He knocked over a broomstick with a loud clatter. Darting down the hallway, Pepi called for Rizze and made tutting noises. He reached the pantry after four wrong turns, nearly bumping into servants, though they didn't pay him any mind.

Pepi looked under shelves and inside cupboards. The cat had clearly been here, judging by the half eaten fish on the ground. Finlay rolled around, more vigorously this time, nearly brusing Pepi's side. There was a flood of light and he jumped, knocking utentials off a nearby counter.

"Pepi? What the fuck are you doing here?"

The voice belonged to his cousin, Rupert, who had moved out Adhur three years ago and never spoken to Pepi since. He held a light spell in his palm and wore an apron, seemingly a servant in the kitchen for this manor. His light taupe hair was similar to Pepi's, though more flat compared to Pepi's loose curls. Rupert was a head taller than Pepi and had a slight hunch to his posture, which Pepi knew was due to him leaning down when talking to those shorter than him.

"Rupert! Glad to find a familiar face. How've you been? I'm looking for a ginger cat, you seen it?"

Rupert glanced sideways then stared at him with intense hazel eyes. "How have I been? I- I can't believe you!" he hissed. "After all the shit you and your sister put me through, you act like we're friends?! I moved hundreds of miles from my hometown, left my family behind, just to get away from you two. Now you're haunting me." His fingers reached towards a butcher's knife on the countertop.

The colour drained from Pepi's face and he held up his hands. "I'm not here to cause problems. I really am looking for a cat, it belongs to the innkeeper of The Ugly Snail. I barely speak to Tammy these days. She… wasn't nice to me either."

"You were always a coward around her. Both of you would bully me. You'd run back to me with your tail between your legs, when that wench turned her back, begging forgiveness. Then she'd start bullying you."

Rupert put his hands on his hips, eyes wide, as though Pepi would try something the moment he blinked. "Understand that I am this close to punching you." He held up his index finger and thumb which nearly touched. Well, being punched was better than the sharp alternative. Finlay rolled about in his pocket again and Pepi patted the crystal ball.

"You're right." Tears welled up in Pepi's eyes. "I was a coward. I'm so sorry." He bit his bottom lip.

"I don't believe you. And even if I did, saying 'sorry' doesn't erase everything you've done from my memory," his cousin sneered. Rupert inhaled sharply. "Hey chef, we've got an intruder!"

"No!" Pepi gaped at Rupert then ran out of the pantry. Shouts followed him. He held the Speaking Stone to his mouth. "Rakefire, Rakefire!"

"I was about to call you, I found Rizze when I went to the bathroom. Head towards the back door."

"I don't know where that is!"

"-probably behind the kitchen."

"That's where I got caught!"

"-can't go out the front, the guard's there. From the bathroom window, I saw a section in the back garden with a low wall. -leads up a hill where we can escape. Take your own bloody advice and run like mad."

Pepi whined in protest, but did as Renato said. Upon seeing Rupert talk to an elderly woman in the kitchen to his left, he hurried. They rushed out the kitchen and reached out to grab him, yelling when he slipped away from their grasp.

"Oi! Get back here!" The chef cried, shaking a rolling pin in the air like a weapon.

Finding a door, Pepi flung it open and sprinted through. Thankfully it led outside. Rupert and the chef were a few steps behind, with Rupert's spell of light casting a spotlight on him. He reached for his Speaking Stone, cursing when he dropped it. Pepi hit a different stone with his knees: it was the wall Renato told him about.

Pepi heaved himself up. His leg was pulled down by his ankle, making him scrap his chest against the wall. He yelped and kicked, until finally he tumbled over the other side and continued running. The hill had no light. The inky sky hid Pepi yet also blinded him as he ran.

"Renato!" He whispered loudly and hid behind what felt like a tree. "Where are-"

His hand touched metal and he would've screamed if his mouth hadn't been covered. Pepi felt fur brush against his arm and sighed as he heard Renato shushing him. Rupert and the chef were still on the other side of the wall.

"He went onto the hill, we can catch him if we go out there!" Rupert insisted.

A voice called from further away, asking them to begin prepping for the Elder's supper. Rupert's furious voice and light grew more and more distant. The door slammed shut.

"By Lidion, we made it out alive," Renato wheezed. "You were an idiot for suggesting this. I'm never listening to you again, you absolute Fopdoodle."

Pepi giggled into Renato's palm, pressing it against his mouth when he laughed harder. They trudged back to the Inn and celebrated Rizze's return with plenty of Kater's sweet ale. Renato taught them all how to play Bone Crowns. That night, Pepi slept in a chair by Renato's bedchamber door, and dreamt of Tammy.

(A/N: Pepi is not what he seems, huh? >:D )

*Fopdoodle: an insignificant or foolish man.

*Rakefire: a visitor who outstays his or her welcome. Originally, someone who stays so late the dying coals in the fireplace would need to be raked over just to keep it burning.

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years

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“Wanna Join ?” Part 2/2 - Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper (erotica)

And here as promised, part 2 of this little dirty polyamorous fic of mine. If you haven’t read part 1, link down below :-). And hum...I don’t have much to add, hope you’ll like it !

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.

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Jason Todd was happy.

Right here, right now.

In fact, he doesn’t remember feeling that happy ever in his life...

Maybe before his death, when he was just a carefree kid and Bruce asked him if he could officially be adopted ?

The feeling, in his little nine years old heart, to finally belong, to finally have a real family that cared about him...It was overwhelming at the time.

Of course, things were cut short, ruined by that psychopathic clown, who killed him when he was fifteen. And by R’as Al Ghul, who wouldn't let him rest and brought him back...

Since he came back to life, Jason couldn’t recall being THAT happy.

He found new friends, forgave his father, bonded again with his family (becoming quite a protective yet cool older brother to Tim, and more recently, to Damian, finally making progress with him...Finally wanting to make progress with him), learned how to live again etc etc...

But there was always that gloominess in him. That sadness of being let down. Abandoned by his father, the only person he always thought would never let him go...

The constant feeling of not being important enough followed him everywhere, this pain dragged him down for so long...

Until he met you and Roy.

At first, he was such an ass to the both of you, but you stuck around anyway. You didn’t let him push you away...and before he knew it, Roy and you were the reasons he felt happier sometimes, just by being with you.

Before he realized it, he had fallen hopelessly in love with you.

With both of you...

And then you two started dating, and he thought it would be the end. Over. That he would have to burry his feelings deep down and watch you two be happy from a distance. That once more, he wouldn’t belong anywhere.

But one day...One day you invited him to join in on your sexy time, and after a few months of fun, of incredible sexual experience...you realized you were all in love with each others.

Polyamorous.

That’s the word Jason used. And how lucky was he, to have fallen desperately in love with his best friends who discovered they too, were poly ?

Very lucky.

So sure, at first it had been a mess of misunderstandings and hurt, but things cleared pretty rapidly !

After Roy thought Jason was trying to steal you away from him, you caught up with him and came back to the apartment, where Jay proceeded to explain himself.

He remembered how he was afraid because if you guys didn’t share his feelings...he could ruin everything. You’d never abandoned him of course, but it would never be the same again.

And now...

No Jason Todd was happy.

Here. Right here.

That night, he fell asleep in the best spot.

In the middle.

Your head was in the crook of his neck, and one of your leg was thrown around his waist, as you were cuddled against him, your warmth spreading to him pleasantly.

Roy was sleeping on his belly, his body also against Jason’s. One of his arms was laying comfortably across the Red Hood’s chest, fingertips touching you side softly.

And though this position might sound uncomfortable to a lot of people, sandwiched the way he was...Jason lived to feel you guys’ naked bodies against him.

Jason Todd was happy. Here. Between you two.

He was thinking about just that when...he felt like something was wrong.

Yours and Roy’s skin felt...weirdly sweaty and sticky. Not like it should have felt. It was slimy and warm and...It was blood.

Jason sat up in a panic, and shook both of you, but he already knew...he already knew by the empty look in your eyes, by the sudden coldness of your skin, by the amount of blood all around you...You and Roy were dead.

You had left him behind, you were gone, forever. What happened ?!

He...he...He woke up, screaming at the top of his lungs.

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Jason felt as if he was back in time. When he was eight, and just started to live at Wayne manor’s. When he was all alone in this huge bedroom.

He used to have vivid dreams about his mother’s murder...And used to wake up screaming, just like right now. And each time, Bruce would come running, and would be there for him until he fell asleep.

And though Jason was far from being a kid now...Bruce came in when he heard his (adult) son scream in his sleep. It was mainly just a reflex. Tim and Damian still lived at the Manor, and sometimes they had nightmares.

They were still young enough to appreciated their father rushing in their room to reassure them, to be there for them. And so when Bruce was woken up by a scream...He followed his father instincts and went to the source of the scream, knowing it was one of his boys.

But half asleep, he didn’t realize that said scream came from one of his oldest son...Jason came back to live in the manor shortly after the huge fall out he had with you and Roy. He just didn’t want to stay alone in an apartment, he couldn’t stay alone in an apartment so...He moved back to his old home.

It has been a while, since he lived there. But of course, Bruce and Alfred welcomed him with open arms. And the old butler got his old room in order, with the help of a rather excited Tim (he always admired greatly Jason) and the reluctant help of Damian (who was actually pretty excited too...it meant he could randomly start fights in the corridor with someone else than Drake !).

It was a bit weird, to be back in that huge room...Some of his old stuffs that he didn’t take with him, and that were there since before his death brought memories back to his mind. Of times when it was just him and Bruce. Of Dick and him fighting, but ultimately become close brothers. Of finding a new family. Of Bruce being proud of him because he had good grades at school. Of roaming the mansion with Dick, up to no good. Of scaring Alfred by jumping all around expensive furnitures (though the butler was scared for his well being more than said furnitures). Of Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches...

It was a bit weird, but he realized it was exactly what he needed.

After the heartbreak he just went through. After loosing his two best friends, but also ruining their relationship...

He needed his home. His family. To not feel completely abandoned again.

And as Bruce, his father, half-asleep, came running into his room already saying :

“It’s alright boy, I’m here.”

Jason felt a bit better...But then his dad realizes it’s neither Tim nor Damian. It’s one of his grown ass kid. And he just stands there, between the door and his bed, not really sure of what to do.

He reconnected with Jason not so long ago, and he fears that him barging in after he had a nightmare might be too much for him. Might make painful memories of his father abandoning him (Bruce would never forgive himself, but he had his reason, and Jay finally understood them) resurface for some reasons...maybe some childhood memories that were too painful to think about.

And this was the last thing Jason needed. After what he just went through...

So Bruce stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next, until he realized...Until he realized Jason was crying.

And once again, his father instincts kicked in. Especially since he never saw Jason cry...And so he goes to him, sits next to him, and holds him. Just like he used to do when Jay was eight...And he listens.

He listens to his heartbroken son, to his shattered boy...And he doesn’t let go.

************

Roy is angry.

Lately, he’s always angry.

Maybe it’s a way of ignoring that lingering pain inside him, the one that threatens to destroy him if he stops being so furious ?

But as Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow watch upon his ex-sidekick bashing a random low life head’s in...This has to end.

It’s not like his Roy to loose it like that. Especially not since he met you and Jason. He became a collected man, that always thought things through and..it just wasn’t his thing to use mindless violence.

And it was tarnishing his name. And by the same occasion, Green Arrow’s. Not that Oliver cared much, no. He didn’t give a shit what people thought of the Arrows right now, he just wanted Roy to feel better.

But it was dangerous. There was a high chance of him just getting mad and blowing everything up, telling Oliver to never talk to him again (right when they were reconnecting again at that !).

However, the archer was ready to risk it all. For the boy’s sake...He chuckled. The boy ? But Roy wasn’t a boy anymore. Or things would be easier.

When he was a boy, the one they used to call “Speedy” used to drink everything his mentor said, used to admire him so much and follow everything he taught him...Which is probably the source of their downfall. Of why he felt so betrayed and all when...But this was the past.

Right now, he needed him.

“You know, I think he understood your point...”

Oliver said, walking slowly toward Roy who was just about finishing beating up that low life drug dealer. The red archer turned around and...Had the opposite reaction Oliver was expecting.

He was waiting for Roy to burst in anger, to tell him to go fuck himself. He was almost expecting to fight him in order to calm him down ! But this ? This was a surprise.

Roy let go of the collar of the criminal he was holding, and the man fell back down limply, definitely knocked out. He looked at his former mentor as if he was an hallucination, or a dream, and seemed to come out of a daze and...

He sat down on the floor, or rather, fell down, sunk down on the floor. And his head fell in his hands. He didn’t say anything. He just...looked defeated.

And Oliver never saw, even at his worst, Roy look defeated...Almost shocked, he walked toward him and sat down beside him.

Roy jumped in the air a bit, as if he already forgot that Green Arrow was here and he looked at him curiously, but a lingering suffering was there, behind his eyes. And then, with a weak voice so unlike his normal one, he said :

“I lost her Oli’. I lost both of them”.

Oliver Queen didn’t need to ask who he was talking about. He knew.

Anyone who had seen those three together knew that if for whatever reason they had a fall out, it would be bad. For all three of them.

They seemed so close, even after Roy started to date you...

Oliver laid a hand he wanted consoling on his former sidekick’s shoulder, and was about to say something but...nothing could have prepared him for the flow of words that came out of Roy’s mouth.

He hadn’t talk to him that much in years ! And so Green Arrow stayed there, sitting next to him, and listened.

************

Your heart tightened as you looked upon the last picture that you took all together. You were all so happy then...Or so you thought.

Because if everything went as fine as you thought, then why would Jason decide to kiss you and tell you he loves you ? ...

The picture was taken by him, with his phone. He was a bit in front of you, smiling and making a stupid peace sign, while you and Roy were making silly faces and...You hid the photo, shoving it in your backpack.

It hurt too much to see it. Especially since you hadn’t seen any of them for now almost two months, had no news whatsoever and...Had those impossible feelings for both of them.

It’s funny, that it took Jason deciding to kiss you and tell you he loves you for you to realize what has been there all along.

That you were in love yes...with both of them.

Which is why you so often let Jason in on your intimate moment with Roy...After all, you were the one that initiated the all thing with your simple : “Wanna join ?”

But the way you grew up, the way society worked...You thought it was actually impossible to be in love with more than one person at once, and so you convinced yourself that what you felt for Jay was just a very strong friendship, and you were just in love with Roy.

You convinced yourself you were “normal”, that you just had a regular love story, with only two people in it...Only it has never been “normal”.

Because from day one, Jason was always there. And then when he joined in on your sex session...You should have known it was coming.

The disaster. Things were going too well, and yet not well enough.

Because every time you finished having sex with each other, you craved for Jason to stay too and...You shook your head.

What was the point in remembering and pondering all those thoughts now ? It was too late. You should have never told Jason to join, and stay the way you all were...At least, you would still be together.

And sure, it would have mean repressing a lot of feelings but...you’d still have them. Not like now, as you were in your now empty old apartment (empty of them), gathering a few things you had never dared to come get back before now.

In case you ran into one of them, you know ?

Because you couldn’t face Jason nor Roy, for reasons you weren’t too sure of...Maybe you were afraid of further rejection ? Of fighting and therefor definitely ending everything between all of you ? Maybe...

You didn’t really know, and you weren’t quite ready to delve into your feelings like that, to psychoanalyse yourself just yet.

You were about to leave the apartment when...You heard a noise coming from Jason’s bedroom.

For some reason, you were sure it wouldn’t be Jason himself, because it seemed like he was avoiding you too lately (which was good), and went back to live at Wayne’s Manor. So in your head, it was most likely an intruder and you’d be damn if you’d let an intruder come into your house ! Even if nowadays, it wasn't really yours anymore...At least, it didn’t feel like home without Jason and Roy.

So when you barged in Jason’s room, ready to fight whatever stranger came in, your surprise was huge to discover that it was...Actually Jason.

You stared at each others for a bit, not really knowing what to say.

“You um...look well.”

Jason finally broke the silence, and it brought you back to your senses. In a small voice you answer :

“Yeah well I’m...Well. You look...Alright too.”

Another silence, but it seems like none of you want to leave the room. In fact, you feel a sudden urge to stay, and to talk more to him. To work things out. To try and understand why he did what he did when he did it. To try and understand your own feelings...After all, you still love him too.

And Jason ? Jason doesn’t want to go out either. He wants to explain. He wants to tell you everything, as finally you’re not running away...

He originally came in just go grab some of his stuffs from his room, coming through the window as an old habit, and definitely didn’t expect you to be there. Not after two months...And yet. Yet here you were.

And here he was.

His chance to explain everything. To tell you how he truly feels. To maybe convince you to go after Roy ! And if you don’t love him back ? Well it was alright, he’d settle to see you and Roy happy...It’s all he ever wanted really.

The two people he was oh so desperately in love with to be happy.

You both speak at the same time.

“(Y/N)/Jason I...Oh, you first !”

And then you chuckle, and it’s been months since any of you laughed...

You take a step towards him, and he takes one towards you. And as both of your minds’ are overflowing with what you should say, with what you should admit to each other...Everything crumbles away when you’re just a few inches from each other.

Because the attraction is too strong. It always had been too strong.

And you both resolve to say everything later, as he catch you in his arms and your mouth are looking for each other...Find each other.

Your arms wind up around his neck, and he holds you close, his own arms wrapping around your waist. And before you realize it, both your lips part and your tongues dance around each other, as you press even further in his body. And he...

“I can’t fucking believe it !”

A cold chill ran in your vein, as you quickly get away from Jason (even if you don’t want to), and he does the same. You both turned around and...are faced with Roy, a sport bag on his shoulder.

It seemed like today, all of you thought it was a good time to come back and get some stuffs...But after all, it had been two months, it was suppose to be “safe”.

You’re about to say something, and you can see Jay is too, but Roy shuts you both down by continuing :

“I can’t...But I should know. Of course, with me out of the picture, you both had the way free to each others !

“Roy it’s not...”

“Shut up ! Both of you ! ...I came here because I saw some lights. And because I needed to take a few things. I came here knowing one of you would be here, and to talk. To not leave things like we left them. And what do I find ? My best friends, whom I thought would never betray me, doing exactly that. Again.”

Roy let his bag slip off his shoulder and walks toward you. By instinct, Jason takes a step back, afraid to get punched again like last time. But Roy stops a few feet from both of you and says :

“You know, I’d never think EVER in my life that you two would...Do something like that. I...I love you. I love you both so much ! And you’d do that to me ? Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to be together ?! I would have accepted it ! It would have hurt, yes, but I would..I wouldn’t feel so betrayed. So left out. And it was the least you could do...”

It was interesting, the way he was talking about both of you, not addressing his speech to only one person. And did he say...He loves you “both so much” ?

“I don’t understand why you would do that. I just don’t...get it. I thought I could trust you. I thought I...I...”

His voice break, and you and Jason take the few steps that separate him from you, but as he notices, he walks backwards.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t come near me. Not after what you’ve just done !”

It hurts. It hurts so much, the way he walks away, fear in his eyes. Fear that you’d break his heart further...

Roy doesn’t want to hear you say that you love each other. That you’re going to date from now on. He doesn’t want to hear you say that everything between you and him was fake. He...He doesn’t want to hear any excuses.

There’s a silence, once again broken by Jason :

“I’m sorry. I...Ruined everything. As usual. I...The day you caught us, two months ago...I was about to tell you guys my big confession. The thing I hid for so long and couldn’t hold in anymore. Not after all this time spend in each others’ arms. I...”

“Let me guess Jason. Said confession is that you love her ? That you love (Y/N) ? Since when ugh ? Did you love her already when we invited you to join in on our fun ? Did you join in just because of that ? After all, it’s true that during our sex session you always paid more attention to her ! I thought, like you always said, that sex was just fun ugh ? That it meant nothing ? And so what now Jason, it does because you love her ?!”

The Red Hood flinches a bit as his friend reminds him of what vision he had of sexual relationships before meeting them. It’s true that, whenever he slept with someone, it used to only be fun but...With them ? Ever since that first night he joined you guys ? It was never fake.

It was never just pleasure. It was...So much more. For him, at least.

Roy seems to be on a streak of words as he keeps going, talking again about how betrayed he feels and how as soon as Jason joined he felt like he didn’t matter as much as he used to. How Green Arrow himself told him that this all situation was shitty. How...

“Oh shut up will ya ?! Let us talk too !!”

Jason says a bit harshly. Roy turns to him and anger, but also pain cross his feature as he says :

“How dare you ? How dare you say such a thing to me while you’re the one that...”

And Jason doesn't think. It’s the first thing that comes to his mind to shut him up.

He grabs him by the back of his neck and crashes his mouth on his, kissing him fiercely and passionately. And Roy...kisses back.

They separate and look at each other, an intensity that wasn’t there before burning in their eyes. But neither of them forgot you, and they turn to you.

They were expecting to see you hurt, even maybe crying or something, as you witnessed both of them kissing very eagerly. But...No.

You look...Turned on. Because your brains sometimes works faster than theirs and you figured things out. And you’re relief. Oh so relief.

You walk to them, and stop right in front of them. Jason’s hand is still behind Roy’s neck, and they’re both so close...You walk in.

In that little circle.

And you lay one kiss on Jason’s lips, and one kiss on Roy’s. It’s funny, they both taste like the other one...You cup their cheek, and despite the turmoil of feelings in their belly, they lean into your touch.

“We are all...Such idiots.”

You finally say, and it seems like the tension that was raised to the max since Roy came in suddenly deflated. Suddenly disappeared.

You all walk a little appart, and you continue :

“It’s...Almost to good to be true. And yet...Jason, do you love me ?”

“Yes.”

The man answer, without an ounce of hesitation.

“Roy, do you love me ?” you ask.

“...Yes.”

He says, albeit a bit slower than Jason, as he’s still unsure what to feel right now. You keep going :

“Jay...Do you love Roy ? And I mean, love beyond our friendship ? ”

There’s a small silence. Jason looks at you, unsure, and afraid to show his real him. His true feelings.

But his father’s words came back into his mind. “Don’t hide yourself, be who you are. And don’t be like me, show the people you love you love them, whenever possible, because they’ll be gone before you realize, and you end up realizing you never told them what you really felt...”

And so he says, firmly, sure of himself :

“Yes.”

You smile tenderly, glad that you understood what was happening with him. But now, you turn to Roy, and there..You’re not quite sure he’s like you and Jason. Not quite sure he can accept that, not quite sure he can love both of you.

And from his answer, everything could change. In two ways.

If he says “yes”, then there’s a chance loves you too, and you could all fix things together; But if he says “yes”, there’s also a chance that he doesn't love you, and just loves Jason and then...Your heart would be broken.

If he says no however, he might still love you, and then Jason’s heart would be broken. And so would be this little trio of yours.

From Roy’s answer...your world could either be turned to the best, or worst.

“...Yes”.

He finally says. And his head slumps down, and your heart drops. Does that mean ? ...He continues :

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I tried not to. But...Ever since I met him I had a crush, and then...we’re just so close. A friendship so strong, and it always blew my mind how much I cared and it was all because...it wasn’t just a strong friendship. It was also love. And I’m sorry (Y/N), I really tried not to love him...”

You freeze. Does that mean...Does that mean he doesn’t love you anymore ? Or never loved you ? It was all fake to forget Jason ? Then why was he so mad Jason kissed you ? ...Oh. Oh was it because since he was in love with him, he...your heart stopped.

You would be out of the picture. You had to step down now.

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes...But Jason’s fingertips caught them before they fell and said :

“We really are idiots, we keep getting stuck into those stupid misunderstanding that we could easily avoid if we...voiced our feelings more. Roy, do you love (Y/N) ? Truly love her ?”

Roy’s head comes back up, and with a vexed look in his eyes he says :

“Of course I love her !! I just said so a few seconds ago ! Why do you think I was so hurt when I saw you kiss her ? Felt so betrayed ? And how was I suppose to know you were going to tell us you both love us ?”

Relief. Again. Relief washes over you. And you start to laugh.

You can’t help it. All of this. Those two months of pain, and this tense conversation. All those quiproquos and such. All those times you didn’t understand the others’ meaning, or actions. How you almost all threw it away because of it...And here it was finally ending.

“Oh my god. I love you both so much...”

You hear yourself say. And they both turn and look at you, something new burning in their eyes. Jason says :

“You...you do ?”

“Oh yes. Yes. And if I’m being honest, have been for a while now...”

It’s Roy’s turns now, to have a small tender smile on his face as he brushes his own fingertips on your cheek, where a few seconds ago tears threatened to fall. And where now, there were tears indeed...But tears of happiness.

“You love us both ?”

You don’t even know which one of you asked that, but the answer is unanimous.

“Yes.”

And just like that, every pent up emotions fly into the air, and you laugh.

Oh you laugh so much...

And you tell each others. Those three words. “I love you”. You tell each other, all of you.

When you stop, you all look at each others, not sure of the next step now that you clumsily professed your love to each other...

Should you...talk more about it ? Try to figure out why you were all in love with two people ? Try to understand why you hid it for so long ? Just trying to be normal ? Should you just talk it through ?

But what was there to talk about. You loved each other. It was official.

Jason always knew it. He always knew he was in love with both you and Roy. You had discovered it right when you all fell apart. And Roy...Roy realized it only a few minutes earlier, when you asked him how he felt.

He knew since a very long time he was in love with you. But as you asked if he also loved Jason...He realized that, yes. Yes he did. And what else could you guys add ?

Nothing.

Or almost nothing.

With a mischievous smile, you turn to Jason and say :

“So...Jay. I think we have one last problem to fix.”

Jason’s eyebrows crease. What now ? More drama ? Please, please no more dramas...He didn’t think his heart could handle it.

But the look in your eyes as you said this...It was the same expression that you had just after him and Roy kissed. Raw heat. And a mind full of dirty ideas.

“I think our man here, doesn’t know how much we love him. How much he means to us. And I think we should refresh his...memory.”

Oh. Oh Jason knew where you were going with this, and he loved it. Your tone of voice was the same than when you were all doing the dirty and...It hits Roy too.

In the most sensitive place it seems, as you both saw something twitch in his pants. You turn to your ex-boyfriend now boyfriend again and say :

“Whaddaya think Roy ? Should we show you some appreciation ?”

Your voice is oh so sultry and it always drove him so wild...He looks at you intensely and says, trying to keep his voice clear though it was already hoarsed :

“Well, I think that would only be fair. After all, I’m the one that thought his girlfriend was cheating on him...That thought his best friends were betraying him so I feel like I deserve some...Appreciation.”

He smiles deviously, and looks between you and Jason. And your heart swells.

Was it really that easy ? Could you have avoided months of angstiness just by talking things through ? ...OH but you were all so stupid.

Because it was really that easy. Once you all realized that you were equally all too important. Once you realized that you couldn’t live without the THREE of you together.

It was really that easy. All that you needed was to...talk. To say : “I love you”. To admit you weren’t in love with just one person. To admit that little trio of yours was more than just friendship...And that you kinda knew it all along.

Of course. Jason joined in on your sex session so easily, of course there was more. You touched each others so tenderly, of course there was more. You got along too well and always craved each others presence, of course there was more...

And here. Finally. You realized it.

But Roy was the last one to realize it, and arguably, the one that suffered the most. Without speaking, you and Jason understood each others.

You would take care of him a bit more tonight. And next time one of you two would feel insecure, then it’d be your turn.

But tonight...Tonight would be all about Roy.

************

And this is how you ended up tearing off his shirt and licking his chest all over, while Jason’s tongue was in Roy’s mouth, kissing him passionately.

Instinctively, you placed yourselves on each side of your boyfriend. Of your lover. You were in front of him, Jason behind.

And when Jay moved away to take his own clothes off, you took his place kissing Roy with all the passion you had in your being. Your arms were around his neck, and his were holding you close by clinging your waist.

It’s only when you both felt Jason moving back in that you separated. Jason gave you a quick kiss, licking your lower lip, and went back to kissing Roy’s neck, sucking and biting there and there.

You pulled away to take your clothes off, stripping sensually under Roy’s intense gaze, before going back to him. He thought you were about to kiss his lips again, but instead you peppered his jaw, chin, all the way down to his collar bone, while Jason was kissing his shoulder blades.

You met again with Jason at the junction of his neck and shoulder, and kissed each others while massaging Roy all over. You then parted, and gave each other a wink, knowing exactly what to do to make sure that Roy would finally feel like he truly belonged.

To make sure he would never feel as if you and Jason focused more on each others than on him during sex.

You elicited so many moans out of Roy’s mouth, that you both feel more aroused than ever...

You’re not ashamed to say it, you are dripping wait at the sound he makes, and at the idea of what’s coming next. And seeing the bulge in Roy’s pant, and how rock hard Jason seems to be, there is indeed no shame to have.

Roy can’t handle it anymore.

“Guys, are you go...I...ah...I can’t...I...”

But he can’t formulate any thoughts, as you and Jason work him up to his limit. It doesn’t take that much, as you suck and bite at his skin, stroking him all over. His pants is still on, and it becomes unbearable for him, needing more friction.

It’s you, who release him slowly.

You kiss down from his lips all the way to his abdomen, and finally pull his pants and boxers down, and oh you missed the sight of his cock springing to life.

Roy moans loudly as he feels Jason slowly getting to his knees too, behind him.

One of the archer’s hand wind up in your hair, while the other want tangles in Jay’s mane, and he’s pretty sure he’s about to die.

You keep peppering kisses all around his inner thighs, without touching him where you want him too, and Jason does the fucking same, kissing his lower back, licking and biting but not going to the point !

He’s about to protest when finally, finally, so in synch that it’s so obvious you were meant to be together, you and Jason take action.

And it’s no better...Or rather, it’s better than anything. But it still drives Roy insane.

One of your hand loosely wrap around his cock, as your tongue leisurely run up and down his shaft in controlled movement. And Jason ? Fuck, Jason just spread his ass cheek and is giving him the best rim job he ever had.

You can feel, by the way his hands are tightening in both your hair, and by the way he kinda raises up on his tip toe, that he’s beyond his head with pleasure.

And so you both lick away. You both give it your all.

But you...You’re a bit sneakier. You take your time. You slowly work an orgasm out of him. Because you know Jason will have to do more, while you’ll keep sucking him...So you slowly swirls your tongue all around him. Sometimes moving to his ball, close to Jay, to grab at each other quickly, exchanging a quick french kiss while also driving Roy crazy by stopping, even if for a second.

You slowly suck on in, lick all over including parts all around his cock to enhance any sensation of his, while Jason preps him...

While Jason preps him for more. Because of course, he’ll do more than just a silly rim job, even if it is already, paired with the blow job, extremely pleasurable.

At one point, you can hear Roy groan in displeasure as Jason gets to his feet...but you know what he’s doing and so you suck on Roy’s head more intensely so he forgets Jay’s absence.

And you do a wonderful job, as both his hands are now in your hair and you feel his hips swaying in and out of your mouth of its own accord...You smiled around his dick, and patiently let him fuck your mouth as Jason comes back.

And he has something in his hand, that makes you moan knowing what will happen. Damn. So hot.

Oh you’re enjoying all this way too much, it almost makes you feel shameful...Almost, because you like too much giving pleasure to one of the people you love like that.

Jason, behind Roy, coats two of his fingers with the oil he went to get, and you feel Roy’s cock twitch in your mouth as Jason places himself right and, spreading his new boyfriend’s ass cheeks again, insert slowly one, then two fingers inside him.

Roy’s eye roll at the back of his head, and he almost falls forward, as Jason knows him too well and hit the right spot immediately. But this...this propels Roy towards you and you almost choke on his dick.

You pull away quickly, and the two men look at you, concern in their eyes. You cough a little, but then smile at them and chuckle.

“I guess that’s what I get for choosing such...Well endowed lovers. Just give me a second, which I think anyway, Coy Roy there needs”.

Roy scoffs, but...Yeah he kinda needs it. He’s pretty sure he could never handle your perfect lips and skills around his cock, while Jason was working him open from behind with his damn professional fingering...

Jason, his eyes fixed on you to make sure you’re ok, thrusts his fingers in and out of Roy. You exchange a look with him, and reassure him. Yeah. You’re fine.

Through half-lidded eyes, and through his intense pleasure, Roy looks at you too, and tries to convey to you his concern but...it’s ok. You get it. Jason is after all pretty skilled with his fingers.

You stand up, and leave a quick peck on Jay’s lips, before walking around Roy to go and slowly stroke your other boyfriend...Yes. Yes you said it was Roy’s night but you couldn’t help it.

You just imagined Jason, during those three years, being desperately in love with the both of you and never saying anything out of fear to ruin things. Suffering on his own...And you just have to give a little bit more to him too.

Besides, right now, there’s nothing you can do to Roy that won’t make him pass out in pleasure. Any more kisses, or blow job would be his end, as Jay works him up to his max.

So kissing one last time Roy on the lips, you walk around him and face Jason. He looks at you curiously, as you reach to stroke his cheek...but the way he leans in. Damn. You love that man.

Without stopping his thrusting motion on Roy, Jason kisses you, and let you stroke his dick slowly, reminiscing of that first night you all spend together, where he watched Roy fuck you as you jerked him off...

This propels his dick to twitch, and you look at him curiously. But he just smiles smugly as he reaches with his free hand to your pussy, and flick your clit teasingly.

You keep this little game of yours for a little while. As you want to show Jason that now, he’s in this too, for good. You stroke him lovingly, and he works you just as expertly as he works Roy. You kiss, passionately...Just for a little while.

Because this is Roy’s night.

With your own free hand, you reach in front of Roy to jerk him too, and the desperate moan he lets out is addictive.

You don’t realize it, but your own moans drive both your boyfriends crazy. And Roy blesses whoever gifted Jason with such a talent with his hands.

For a little while, you stroke both of their cocks, while Jason fingers you and Roy and...It’s mostly Roy’s night, but you also need release.

You move away from them, and they both groan, shooting you a disapproving look as you walk away...But you go towards the bed.

You sit on the edge, and slowly crawl in the middle, gesturing to them to come closer, with your most sensual and sexy moves.

And oh, both their dicks jerks up at the motion. And they know what you want, what you mean. You don’t even need to talk. You never need to talk. You always understand each other oh so perfectly.

Jason let’s Roy go, and they both walk towards you.

But tonights Roy’s night. And you had an idea that they understood in mind.

Roy kneeled in front of you, as you took hold once more of his cock, and started to play with it while Jason was getting ready...

This time, the Red Hood coated his own dick with oil. He settled himself behind Roy, and inserted a finger inside him once again, to be sure he was not going to hurt him...and then..Then Jason spreads Roy’s thighs.

And you see, through said spread thighs, as he gets ready, stroking himself a few times before settling at Roy’s entrance.

Roy takes a deep breath, bracing himself but...it’s Jason we’re talking about. The only man that you him that well. The only person he trusted entirely with handling his body. And as you were licking his cock head again...Jason slowly penetrated Roy.

Slowly. Not forcing his way. Stopping if he felt it resisted a bit, realigning and pushing further...Until he was fully sheathed in his boyfriend.

Roy growled out, as Jason made that sound you loved so much. That desperate little gasp of pleasure. You smiled to yourself as you took a little step back, sitting in front of them. You knew how things would unfold.

Both their eyes were closed, and it almost seemed like they had forgotten you, buried in each other so deeply...But they didn’t.

Jason’s eyes shot open, and he slowly bend Roy down, towards you.

Jay’s cock was easing itself slowly in and out of the man, making smooth thrusting motion, and Roy finally spoke up :

“I...I hated...I hated both of you so much...”

He sighs, as Jason fucks him slowly, and you stroke him tenderly, brushing your thumb over the head of his cock, where some pre-cum gathered.

“I...I can’t believe I hated you so much...”

Jason continues to thrust, with a little more force now, taking Roy’s moans as his queue to go faster and harder. But everything comes to a sudden stop...

Roy’s hand stops Jason’s hips to slam into him again, while his other free hand pulls you off his dick and shows to you to lay down on the bed.

Roy turns to a concerned Jason, who was afraid he just had hurt him, and says :

“It just doesn’t seem fair, that I’m only forgiving you right now...”

And Jay understands. He nods, and let himself fall forward with Roy.

You look at him curiously until...Oh. Yes. Of course.

Roy slides himself inside you easily, as your walls are wetter than they’ve ever been. He buries himself to the hilt, holding himself up with his elbows on each side of your face, and it’s your turn to roll your eyes to the back of your head, because damn, he knew you too well, and hit that particular spot with his first motion.

That particular spot that ached to be hit since the beginning of all this.

And just like that, Jay started to move again, in perfect synch with Roy’s movement inside you. Whenever the archer was thrusting deep within you, Jay was pulling out of him, and vice versa.

Thrust.

“Ah. You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful...and I dreamt of this for so long...”

You’re not really sure of who says this, and to whom, but does it really matter ? In the end, no. Because it could have been any of you that said that, to any of you, and it would mean the same.

You all thought you were gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy. Oh so fucking hot. So who cared, who said what to who ? It was meant for all three of you.

In, out.

"I wanted to fuck you, I wanted to taste you, I wanted to come all over you-"

And who the cares to whom that was destined ? Because you all wanted to fuck each others, to taste each others and man if the occasion arised, to come all over each other...The mere thought made you all moan, tighten around each other, hands tangling in hair, kisses lost on collar bones and tongue licking backs and shoulder blades.

Mouth finding each other hungrily, tongue dancing around each others, and who cared who did it with who ? Because in that moment, you were all so connected. You were all just one being.

Thrust. Gasp from one of you...Or maybe all of you ?

Thrust going faster. Inside Roy’s ass. Inside your pussy. In total synch.

"Your beautiful cock in my mouth. Your come. You taste so good."

Did you say that ? Or was it Roy ? Maybe Jason ? You didn’t even differentiate each others’ voice now, because all of you said what was on everyone’s mind. You were oh so perfectly connected.

Thrust.

“Oh God-”

Someone is on the verge of coming, and you’re not quite sure who...Maybe you ? After all, feeling Jay moving in and out of you so perfectly, lying above you, is driving you crazy...And now...Now...

Is that Jason’s fingers, slowly flicking your clit ? Yes. Yes it is.

Roy’s hands are on either sides of your head, to keep himself and Jay off of you (they would be too heavy), so it couldn't be you...You shoot a look up to Jason and...One of his hand is holding Roy’s hips firmly, leaving marks of his fingers on his skin, but the other one...the other one went down to your clit.

And maybe it was you, who was on the verge of coming and who uttered this “Oh God”, but you didn’t even realize it...

In, out.

Thrust.

Deep thrust.

Hard and fast now.

“Roy...”

Thrust.

“Jason...”

Earth shattering thrust.

“(Y/N)...”

Crippling pleasure.

“Oh Roy...I’m gonna...I’m gonna...”

“Jay, don’t stop, don’t...”

“(Y/N), you’re so warm and tight and...”

“Ah ! Mmm...”

You don’t know who says what. And it doesn’t matter.

Because now...Now...

Now Roy cries out desperately, as you feel him thrust three more times inside you before unleashing his own warmth deep inside, coating your walls with his seed.

And now you tighten around him as he helps you ride out your own orgasm that you didn’t even realize hit you a few seconds before, and through him over the edge. And you cling to Roy’s shoulder, digging your nails inside them.

And he...oh he can’t. It’s two strong, to have a double orgasm like that...Because as he was making love to you (there was no fucking between all of y’all anymore), and came inside you, Jason was hitting all the right spot and made him orgasm again, his ass tensing around Jay’s cock and...

It was the final cries, the final yell of pleasure, groans, growls...The end of this heated love making session.

Jason. Jason was last. And he didn’t hold back.

He thrusted a few more times in Roy’s tight ass, feeling how the man’s walls were closing around his veiny cock, and he came.

Oh he came so much.

Two months of pent up feelings.

And then he was falling on his side, in the bed, and Roy was too, ending up sandwiched between you and Jason.

And sure it was kind of a mess, and you needed to clean up but...Right now, right now you were too spend to move.

Roy couldn’t feel his legs anymore, and all his muscles were painfully throbbing after such two intense orgasms. You were cuddled up against Roy’s chest, a hand lost on Jason’s waist, unable to move ether. And Jason...Jason could have moved, but he didn’t want to. Because moving would mean letting go of both of you, and he just couldn’t do that just now.

Not just as he found you back. Not just as he discovered that he was loved as much as he loved. Not...Not just now.

Finally. Things were how they always were supposed to be.

With Jason falling asleep with you and Roy.

With the three of you falling asleep in each others’ arms (Roy having the best place that night, the middle).

You and Roy had dated for three years, but it’s only now that this little missing thing you always felt fell into place.

It was Jason all along.

Of course.

Roy was almost mad that you all wasted three years like that...

But now it was all over. The missing piece was found and in the puzzle.

You were together. And you all loved each other just the same...

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Sometimes though, one of you would feel a bit less loved for some reasons (often a result of them overthinking). And it couldn’t be more wrong because the feelings you all had for each others was equal...But eh.

You couldn’t control your insecurities.

So sometimes, one of you would need a remainder that he or she was loved all the same.

If it was you, oh the treat you were in for, as they’d both take very good care of you (and of your holes). Working you to multiple orgasm, to exhaustion, so you would stop having such silly thought of “maybe they love each other more than they love me”.

Because you all loved each other the same.

If it was Roy, you’d have a reenactment of the night you all admitted your feelings to each other. It was always great, and extremely tiring.

And if it was Jason ? Well. Jason was particular. When he felt less loved, you had to leave everything to him. Let him in charge of every movements. Which often ended in both you and Roy sprawled on the bed while he was eating you out and jerking him off, or blowing him off and fingering you...

But you’d always make sure that every single one of you knew his or her place in the trio. Knew that there was none of that “I love you more” bullshit between you. You were all desperately in love with each others, equally, and nothing nor anyone could ever change that.

You were planning on having a long and fulfilling life altogether...And Alfred, aka best butler ever, was already preparing everything for the future “trio wedding”, because he was sure it was only a matter of time before you guys asked each others to get married, and man if the old butler wasn’t all for his master to be happy. And if you and Roy made him happy ? He’d prepare this impossible marriage with three party. Every day of the week.

The end (?).

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Ok. Sorry if this is terrible, especially the sex scene (at first, I wanted to write multiple little scenes, but ended up writing a big one so...yeah. Maybe I’ll write more if you like this pairing...or like...trioing (how do we call them ?!)...If you like Jason x Reader x Roy. I’m not good at writing smut and I’m cringing so hard every time I do, but I still somewhat enjoy writing it so...Why not, if you liked it. Sorry...OK. The end. As usual though, feedbacks = life.

PS : Yes, as usual I did NOT re-read myself so sorry for typos. I just can’t proof read something of mine, I cringe too much.

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