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hxney-lemcn · 4 months

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Fake Dating — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: an excuse to pretend to date the rogues (some scenarios go better than others)

tw: Harassment, bad intentions (scarecrow), toxic ex

a/n: do some of these count as fake dating? It's more like kissing to throw someone off but same deal ig.

wc: 2.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Your stupid boss made you stay back late. They didn’t care that it was dangerous at night, and you had to walk home. No, only work came first, safety was barely a thought. You were rightfully pissed, and the thought of quitting briefly fluttered through your mind.

❥Which led to your current predicament. The streets of Gotham were dark as you walked along the wet pavements. Your paranoia was proved correct when a catcall was heard from behind you. You kept walking, hoping that ignoring them would deter their unwanted advances. You heard two more pairs of footsteps fall in sync with your own.

❥Your heart started beating faster, eyes frantically looking for a way out. You were on a main street, but the people of Gotham don’t look twice when someone needs help. The men continued to harass you as you walked faster. You didn’t want to lead them to where you live, but nowhere was open this late at night.

❥That’s when you saw him. You didn’t know who he was, but so far he was better than the men behind you. It was a 50/50 chance that he was gonna kill you. So you jogged up to him, a fake smile on your lips as you greeted him, “Hey��love.”

❥When Jonathan had gone out for some fresh air, the last thing he expecting was someone coming up to him and calling him…love. Remind him that perhaps staying in his lab was better than taking a break. Jon stared at you like you had two heads, but the way your breath was rapid, your pupils constricted, and your eyes kept glancing behind you. You were scared, something he found amusing. Eyes trailing behind you, two drunken men leaned against a wall, seemingly waiting for you to be alone again.

❥Jon wasn’t a good man, he found the fact you ended up looking to the master of fear for help hilarious, but he didn’t let that show on his face. You clearly didn’t know who he was, otherwise you would’ve taken the two drunken idiots. He could’ve had his fun, deny you help and watch as your fear grew. Hell, he could’ve taken you in for his own heinous experiments, but there was something about you that made him reconsider. Perhaps it was the fact you trusted him (at least enough that you weren’t just running away), or maybe it was a tinge of selfishness. He wanted to be the cause of your fear, not some lowlifes.

❥”Hello…dear,” Jon replied back awkwardly. He wasn’t used to helping people, less so treating a stranger like a loved one. You felt your body relax when the stranger complied. Not to mention the fact that he looked intimidating. He was outrageously tall and his expression was grim. The two men groaned loudly, crying out about maybe next time.

❥For some reason, that rubbed Jon the wrong way. You weren’t his, not in any way, he didn’t even know your name! But for some damned reason, he didn’t like the thought of those two coming back to haunt you. He was supposed to be the one who haunted people's nightmares, not some nobodies. It was a matter of pride. And so he walked over to the two men, hand fiddling with the new fear toxin he had created. It was a dust, that once ingested, it would take immediate effect. He needed some test subjects for it anyway.

❥You felt your blood drain at the sight of your two harassers start screaming as the stranger blew an orange dust at them. No, he was no stranger, he was the notorious Scarecrow, and when he turned back around, he felt utter delight at the fear that shone through your eyes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥It was hard focusing on the mechanical work when Eddie wouldn’t stop talking. When his fans found out you were his assistant, they blew up, drawing art and speculating about your relationship. You’ve been a part of fandoms before, so you didn’t think much of it. But seeing fanart of you and Eddie kissing did take a bit of a toll on your mental health.

❥Eddie had a harder time ignoring it, which made it harder for you to ignore it. Whenever he would look himself up, you seemed to pop up with him. It irritated him greatly. I mean he was supposed to be the one getting all the praise and attention, not you. And the fact that they put you on a pedestal right next to him? Were they even really his fans? You were a mere assistant, he could swap you out for anyone!

❥He’s read multiple fanfics of you two. He would never admit it. He’d also deny how they would make his heart pitter patter like an absolute sap. You bet your ass you walked in on him one time, laying on his stomach, feet kicking in the air as the fanfic he read concluded with the two of you kissing. He totally has an alt account that likes and shares all the stories he really thinks make him shine.

❥”Maybe if we pretended to date they’d get off our backs,” You offered. It was absolutely ridiculous and you knew it, but you’d do anything to get some work done in peace. Eddie scoffed, looking at you with a slight sneer. Really, how idiotic could you get? Why should he give those morons what they want? Absolutely not.

❥Yeah he caved pretty quickly. There was no other reason than to quench the masses. Nope. Nada. Why would he want to date you? He’s a man of intellect, not emotion. Mhm. Totally. And when he went live one day (obviously he covered his tracks so no one could find his location), and when you kissed his cheek on said live, the masses went crazy. In fact, your little plan had the opposite effect.

❥Eddie ate up all the attention you were bringing him. The revelation blew up on social media (much to Batman’s disarray). This caused Eddie to be even more annoying, and you found yourself completing even less work than before. He’d stop you to show how well someone drew him, he showed you praise, that was meant for you both, but twisted it to be about him only. He was a menace, but he was a charming menace.

❥The line between reality and fake blurred between you both. Now your role as assistant included showering Eddie with affection, on and off camera. You’d huff and puff about it, putting on a show of how much you didn’t want to kiss his cheek goodbye if you left the hideout, but deep down you loved it. No one was as close to the green clad man as you had become, and you felt a sense of pride that you had managed to overcome those barriers. Maybe you should thank your fans for aggressively shipping the two of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥You found yourself dreading friend night. You and your friends would take time out of your busy schedules and catch up. Whether it would be about work, dating life, or any wrong doings you encountered. It was all fun…until they all started dating. Of course you were happy for them, that they were happy with their partners and wanted everyone to meet them. But that made you feel more of an outsider.

❥You frowned as the group chat bounced with more and more texts. You all were going to hang out tonight, and you were the last one to have a partner to bring with. Harley had noticed that your lovely smile was gone, so she asked about it. When you explained the situation to her she looked dumbfounded. “I’ll just go as your partner then, silly!”

❥That’s how you found yourself nearly sitting in Harley Quinn's lap during karaoke. Some of your friends were off put by the fact that Harley freaking Quinn was there, but the others welcomed her with open arms. She was loud, rambunctious, and never failed to sing loud and proud, even if she didn’t know the song. She also was being overly affectionate…well if she wasn’t already.

❥When she noticed one of your friends and their partner getting lovey dovey, she’d lean over and give you a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’. She held onto you tightly the entire night, boasting about how great you were and she was lucky you picked her. It was nice, but it felt bittersweet. She wasn’t saying that as your lover, she was saying that so your friends bought the story.

❥As the night finished, you found yourself in a worse place than you started. Bringing Harley made you realize just what you were missing. But Harley was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. So as you waved goodbye to all your friends, she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder. “How about we do this for reals?”

❥Did you really think she’d let the night end there?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥You glared at your phone. They just wouldn’t leave you alone. You had blocked them from everything, and they still managed to contact you. It was over between the two of you but they couldn’t get the hint. No, it wasn’t even a hint anymore. You were practically screaming into their face that you were over them.

❥It went too far when they had reached out to you via your address. Even worse, you were having a day in with Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy. Even worse than that? They had sent you a bouquet of red roses. Ivy frowned from where she sat, eyeing the vase with disdain. You yourself felt very similarly.

❥You didn’t even notice when Ivy walked up to you, taking the card that was imbedded in the dead flowers. Her expression continued to sour as she read the note. “You have quite the taste,” She murmured, tossing the card into the bin. “That taste has changed quite a while ago,” You replied back, unsure what to do with the flowers.

❥Ivy asked you to explain. So you told her about your previous relationship, how you ended things, and how they seemed to cling to you desperately still. She only let out a small ‘tsk’. She wasn’t jealous, no. She had no reason to be. She had the world at her fingertips. She could also tell when someone was lying, and you were telling the truth.

❥”Show them you moved on,” Ivy offered, taking a seat on the couch once more. You placed the flowers on a table, you’ll decide what to do with them later. You asked her how you could do that when that’s all you’ve been trying to do. She beckoned you closer, then grabbed your phone. Unlocking it, she pulled you closer into her, causing you to fall onto the couch. Then, she brought your face towards her and pressed your lips together. You felt like your problems vanished in an instant, unaware of the photo Ivy took. Then she pulled away, finding the unwanted admirer of yours quickly and sent the photo.

❥You watched with slight terror, only for Ivy to shut your phone off. If your ex was truly smart, they’d realize the woman you’re kissing in that photo was Poison Ivy, and that if they didn’t back off she wouldn’t take it lightly. But who knew, they were never the smart type. And you couldn’t help but long for more than just the taste Ivy had given you, your ex a distant memory.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥Catwoman ran solo, everyone knew that. She worked best on her own. So when she asked you to accompany her on one of her heists, you did a double take. When you had asked her to clarify, she only winked. Oh how you hated how she had you wrapped around her pinky finger, but that’s how she likes them. She also promised a cut, which was more than enough to entice you.

❥She had you on watch guard. Not too bad you suppose. It wasn’t until the jewelry stores’ security alarm went off that you felt yourself double thinking this. You’d never leave Selina behind, but the thought of getting caught made your blood pump faster. You glanced around for witnesses, and only watched as people scuttled away. An alarm blaring was never a good sign, especially in Gotham.

❥Selina slinked down, civilian attire helping her blend in. You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure how she normally stole, but this seemed out of the ordinary. Selina pulled you away into the alley. Before you could ask her what the plan was, her lips were on yours. You gasped in surprise, sirens starting to ring out. Even scarier was the fact that a dark shadow overpassed you both.

❥Although, it was hard to think when she held you, when her lips pushed into yours so fervently. But you knew who she really was hiding from this time. Batman passed over, not even giving you both a second thought. Selina pulled away, she sent you a wink before sashaying away. You followed quickly, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded faster.

❥”If you’re really good, you might see more of those in your future,” Selina smirked.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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18+ minors dni

Bucky x civilian reader

@imagine-all-the-fandoms Love this so much. John Walker is actually NOT awful here, he’s actually quite nice. Sharon on the other hand..eh. I’m sure sure you would have pieced together by now, I have a thing for mirrors, I’m so sorry.

Warnings: Floooof, Bucky is so in love with you, smut, a lil angsty but Bucky makes it all better

Word count: 3.7k

You sipped on your tea, anxiously waiting for the Quinn jet to land; Bucky had been gone for nearly a month and you missed your boyfriend more and more each day. You ran to the hangar as soon as you heard the low rumble of the jet, bouncing on your heels when you saw a very tired but hardly injured Bucky making his way towards you.

“Hey babydoll” Bucky kissed your lips, his arm easily lifting you up and carrying you on his hip as he made his way through the compound, straight to your shared bedroom. “Missed you so much”

“I missed you Bucky” You buried your face into his neck, inhaling his scent, peppering his face with kisses while he set his things down, still keeping you in his arms. He carried you off into the bathroom, stripping both of your clothes off before hopping into the shower. He held you close to him; the hot water soothing his sore muscles, all the stresses of the mission washing away when he was finally home again with you. His lips found yours, his hands roaming to feel every inch of your body that he’d craved to touch again.

“Welcome home soldier”

A few days later

You noticed Bucky had left his water bottle behind, making your way to the gym to give it to him. You entered the large room, scanning the space for your handsome super soldier boyfriend; you saw the rest of the team there before your eyes finally landed on him. Nat and Steve were sparring on the mats. Clint and Sam were hitting weights. Bruce and Tony were attempting to update the AI system. Your boyfriend was in his happy place by the punching bags.

“Hey y/n!” Steve waved at you from the mat while you made your way to Bucky, the rest of the team also greeting as you walked to the gym. Bucky had his music on and you knew better than to tap his shoulder from behind without warning. Your heart raced seeing him; watching him train was one of your greatest weaknesses. His hoodie had been thrown onto the floor, sweat glistening off his skin, his muscles tensed with each blow to the bag. You shamelessly admired him for a good while before realizing he’d look for his water eventually. You carefully stepped around so he could see you, placing his water bottle near him before leaving him to continue.

“You’re welcome to keep me company doll” Bucky smirked, knowing you were quietly watching him from behind. You happily sat by his hoodie, giggling when he came over to give you a quick kiss on your head before slipping his headphones back on and continuing his workout.

You admired the swiftness and talent each person on the team displayed while they went through their routines. It left you mesmerized; the strength, precision and coordination it took to fight as an avenger was incredible. You silenced the tiny insecurity that started to gnaw at you; you’d never be as skilled as- shut up y/n.

You shook your head, going back to looking at your beautiful boyfriend who was in his own world, focused on his hits, mind completely focused. He really did look like a work of art; muscles sculpted and flexed, his dark vibrainium shining under the light, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, pink lips parted as he panted. He was beautiful and his skill set was something you couldn’t even begin to comprehend and then there was you- just stop.

*****

The team had gathered together for dinner, which was a regular occurrence though today there were a few others that had joined the table. John Walker and his friend Lemar Hoskins had joined Sharon, who was visiting the compound, bringing in potential agents for her department.

“I know most of us know each other but maybe we can just go around and introduce ourselves? This is John Walker and Lemar Hoskins, they’re going to be joining the new recruits soon”

The team introduced themselves, while Sharon eyed you curiously; waiting for you to explain what you did since she’d never met you before. Her eyes were trained on how Bucky’s hand rested protectively over your thigh; he’d been touching you one way or another all night. Not that it bothered her. At all. She waited for Bucky to get up to use the bathroom before turning to you, giving you the sweetest smile she could muster.

“What exactly do you do y/n?”

“Oh, I’m a teacher” you smiled, feeling a little out of place though no one else seemed to notice your shift in mood.

“What are you doing here then?” She scoffed, trying to hide her slip in attitude with a fake cough. Nat cocked an eyebrow while Tony’s face scrunched watching Sharon poorly cover her absurd question with a fake smile.

“I-I’m dating Bucky”

“Right, didn’t think you were an avenger” She gave you a pointed look, before continuing to eat. You bit you lip, sitting back in your chair, wishing you could run off to your room. You knew you were not the best catch, Bucky deserved better. Someone he could train with, who understood his line of work better. He would have been better off if he was dating someone else but he was stuck with you instead. You could feel tears threatening to spill, John’s voice breaking you from your spiral.

“Y/n, I think I saw you in the paper before, they did an article about a program you started right?” he smiled at you, while Lemar nodded.

“I knew I’d seen you before, what you did was incredible. It’s a tough school too, so you must be incredible. You helped those kids a lot”

You smiled, not trusting yourself to speak. You squeezed your fingers into your palms to keep from crying at the table. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, wiping your tears and touching up your makeup as best as you could before returning to the table where Bucky was looking for you.

“Hi baby” Bucky smiled as soon as you sat down, kissing your cheek softly. He was a sweet heart. He deserved the world. He deserved more than you.

*****

You watched Bucky pack for quick mission, putting away a few things in his bag while you sat on the couch in the shared living room. He suited up in his gear, doing a quick pat down of his weapons before grabbing his bag.

“Baby, do you need me to do anything?” You always made him coffee before he left but recently even that had been taken over by Sharon, who decided to extend her stay. Fantastic.

“Don’t worry doll, I think Sharon already made some for everyone”

“You don’t need me to do anything?” Your heart sank a little, it was the one thing you were able to do for him but it was fine. You just wanted him to have everything he needed; that mattered more.

“Just a kiss from my best girl” Bucky smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off your feet. He gave you the sweetest, longest kiss he could before he had to break away for air, placing you back down carefully on the couch. “Be right here when I’m back?”

He looked at you like an excited puppy, running off to the jet, hoping the sooner he left, the sooner he could get back.

“I’ll be here when you’re back” You gave Bucky a small smile, before walking off to your shared bedroom and slipping under the covers. He was off to save the world. You were here. You couldn’t silence the thoughts that crept up on you, your mind beginning to wonder why Bucky was even with you in the first place.

*****

Bucky wandered around the living room looking for you; you had never missed his arrival after missions. He frowned when he couldn’t find you, making his way through the compound before finally checking the bedroom. He breathed out a sigh of relief, seeing a small lump under a pile of blankets, though he found it odd; you never slept this early.

“Doll? Are you okay?”

You shuffled from under the covers, poking your head out. The bed dipped as Bucky sat down, happily wrapping his arms around you when you crawled into his lap.

“M’okay, just tired” You lied, snuggling into his hold, freezing immediately when you remembered why you’d gone to bed so early in the first place.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Bucky could feel your body tense up, your eyes focused on your hands, which you were anxiously fidgeting with.

“Nothing” You forced a smile onto your face, doing your best to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat, “I had a really bad headache” Bucky didn’t believe you but he didn’t want to prod until you were ready to talk either.

You insisted on staying in bed, claiming you’d already eaten. Bucky reluctantly ate his dinner quickly, dashing back upstairs so he could cuddle you and fall asleep. While he softly snored, little whimpers slipped from your lips as you tried to keep your sobs in. Your mind sucked you in deeper.

You loved your boyfriend. You loved the team. They all loved you more than you’d ever know. Still, you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t good enough for him. You knew you’d never measure up to what Bucky deserved. He was a part of a different world. They all cared for you in a way that you’d never be able to return. You’d never be able to help them the same way. You carefully slipped out of Bucky’s hold, deciding to go to the living room instead, not wanting to wake him up with your cries, the least you could do was let him get a decent night’s sleep.

*****

You were curled up on the couch, hidden under your blanket, quickly wiping away your tears feeling the seat dip as someone sat beside you. You peeked up to see a grumpy Bucky with bed head, looking down at you, sleep still evident on his face. You looked over at the clock; 1:09 AM.

“You okay bubba?” You’d managed to get yourself together; your heart worrying that Bucky could have had a nightmare when you went missing. Bucky shook his head, pouting down at you while you shifted so he could sit with you under the blanket.

“Couldn’t find my teddy bear” He whispered, wrapping his arm around you to pull you into his lap. “Can’t sleep without her” You rested your head onto his chest, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. There was no point stopping them, more took their place each time Bucky swiped his thumb across your cheek. “Please tell me what’s bothering you baby, did someone say something to you?”

“Bucky no, it’s just- I don’t- us” You struggled to find the words, not realizing you were about to send Bucky down a spiral of his own. Of course you didn’t think you were a good match, he was a monster and you were an angel and-

“I’m not good enough for you”

Bucky’s spiral came to a full stop, his ears perking up at your quiet confession.

“Sweet heart?”

“I-I’m not good enough for you Bucky, you deserve more than just me. You deserve someone who-”

“Stop. Please stop” You blinked up at Bucky, who looked at you with broken, glassy eyes. There was no way, of all people, his little angel thought of herself like that. Never.

“Y/n. You deserve the world. Every single day, I can’t believe someone like you would want to be with someone like me”

Bucky carefully scooped you in his arms, making his way back to your bedroom, gently setting you on the bed before crawling on top of you. His fingers carded through your hair, while he gazed down at you, he was so in love with you, there was not a single doubt there.

“You’re so pure and sweet and kind, please baby tell me, in what way am I not the luckiest person in the world. I get to call you mine, I get to show you off, I have the best girl in the world always excited to see me when I get back home”

You swallowed thickly shaking your head; of course he was the sweetest and wanted to comfort you but you were just holding him down.

“Bucky, I make it so much harder for you. You always worry about me, I can’t even protect myself-

“I’m here to protect you baby”

“But I can’t even fight-

“I can fight”

“Bubba, you don’t understand-

“Y/n, you don’t understand. For years, I didn’t even have control over my own mind; I’m finally free to make my own choices. Baby, I promise you, no matter what, I always chose you. I can finally make choices and decide what I want. It’s you baby girl. I love you. I want you. I want my y/n. Exactly as you are”

Tears spilled down your cheeks, while Bucky’s forehead rested on yours. He’d meant every word he said; he finally knew what freedom felt like and that included loving you.

“I love that you work outside of the compound. The best part of my day getting to come home to the sweetest girl in the world, and hearing all about her day, please don’t tell me to leave you doll, I don’t want anyone else”

“You know you’re mine baby, my best girl, my only girl” He kissed your forehead while you whimpered under him, holding back your sobs. Your hands slipped under his shirt, desperate to feel him closer.

“I want to feel you angel” Bucky whispered, taking his shirt off, before tossing yours aside. “Let me show you just how much I adore you”

The rest of your clothes were thrown off within seconds, leaving you both bare and wrapped up in each other. His hands rubbed up and down your body, gripping and caressing your skin till he came to your thighs, spreading them apart. You felt your heart face as he trailed kisses down your body before stopping right before you needed him most, his lips just barely brushing over your clit.

“Bucky…” You squirmed on the bed while he arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you still. He nipped on the soft flesh of your inner thighs, before kissing and gently licking the area after each bite.

“Shh, just relax for me baby, let me take care of you”

Your breath itched in your throat feeling his tongue dip into your entrance, your slick coating his tongue and making a mess on his face. He groaned, drinking up every bit of your arousal, pushing his tongue in as far as he could, his nose teasingly nudging your clit. The taste of you was enough to make his cock leak along with the sinful sounds leaving your lips; Bucky could barely keep himself from rolling his hips against the mattress.

“You taste so good angel, I love when my baby makes a mess on my face” he pressed a soft kiss onto your clit, feeling it pulse against his lips.

“Baby please…” You whined out, your clit swollen and throbbing, needing more friction. Bucky hummed, taking his time to savour you before letting you fall off the edge. His lips started to move slowly around your clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive nub. He was practically making out with your clit, giving it gentle little sucks and kisses, making your orgasm climb higher and higher, pulling away just before you could let go.

“Baby please, m’so close” You looked down at him, your lip caught in your teeth, your hand going down to card through his hair, grazing his scalp. Bucky moaned, kissing your clit once more before coming up and pressing his lips onto yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, letting you taste yourself, while his hands roamed down to rub his cock through your folds.

“I know you’re close angel, want to feel you around my cock when you cum” The blunt tip of his cock teased your entrance, nudging against it, loving the way you whined and squirmed under him.

“Bucky, need you” Your thighs were wrapped tightly around his waist, trying to buck your hips up to push his cock in. Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek while the other lined his cock up.

“I know baby, I know, I got you” You moaned into his neck, your arms clinging onto him as he pushed himself all the way in, hissing at the way your pussy squeezed around him. “That’s it baby; you make me feel so good sweet heart”

Bucky started off with a slow pace; neither of you were desperate to cum. There were no chasing highs, he just wanted to feel you and you just wanted to feel all of him. His hips rocked gently, hardly pulling his cock out, staying pressed against you while kissing you softly.

“I love you y/n” He whispered against your neck, his hands lacing with yours “love you more than anyone else”

“I love you James”

Bucky pulled out of you to turn you onto your side, facing the large mirror that was to the side of the bed. He spooned you from behind, his arm hooking under your leg to hitch it up as he pushed his cock into you. You nearly sobbed, watching his cock thrust in and out of you, covered in your creamy slick. He groaned as his eyes locked with yours, trailing down to watch the way your pussy swallowed his cock, your tits bouncing each time he fucked into you. His cock was hitting a deeper angle, your belly bulging each time he pushed in further.

“You feel that baby, that’s all me princess” Bucky took your hand in his, pressing it against your tummy, rocking his hips faster, making your eyes roll back.

“Please James” Your hands clung onto him, your head thrown back against his shoulder as he nipped your ear lobe, gazing at you through he reflection.

“Just wanna look at you, you’re so pretty baby” Bucky cooed, kissing your temple, trailing kisses down to your cheek. He slipped his dog tags off, putting them on you; the cool metal gave you goose bumps as he continues to thrust into you.

“See babygirl? You’re all mine” The sight of you in his dog tags unleashed something in Bucky. His gorgeous girl, bare, the feeling of your warm skin on his, the gorgeous sounds you made just for him, hair tousled from your love making, his name around your neck. Because you were his. His girl. His princess. His absolute everything. You were more than enough for him and he’d remind you of that every damn day if he had to. He picked up his pace, unable to hold off the way he balls started to throb, his sensitive tip leaking and stroking your g-spot.

“Y/n, you feel so good babydoll, m’gonna fill you up sweet heart, cum with me baby, please”

“James, fuck baby m’gonna cum” You whined, your face buried in the pillow as he slammed his cock into you faster. You could feel his balls tap your clit, his cock growing harder each time you squeezed and clenched around him. “Fuckfuck, I- JAMES please, oh- fuck-

You could feel your body throb, pleasure and warmth spreading throughout your body. Your orgasm immediately set off Bucky’s’ your moans and cries paired with the way you were clenching around him sent him over the edge.

“All mine angel, you’re all fucking mine” He moaned into your neck, stilling as his cock throbbed spilling ropes of cum into you. He continued to gently roll his hips, making sure he filled you till he was empty, your mixed arousal covering his thighs and your ass.

Bucky carefully pulled out of you, quickly grabbing a warm damp towel to wipe you down before wrapping his arms to cuddle you again. You snuggled into his chest, your hand going down to play with his dogtags as you always did, realizing he’d put them on you.

“Baby your tags…” You looked up at him, wondering if he’d want them back. He pulled you close to him, his hand brushing your hair away from your face.

“They’re yours now doll, I want you to have a piece of me wherever you go. I’m always yours baby, just like you’re always mine”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips while you nodded, tears welling in your eyes as you buried yourself into him. Bucky pulled the covers over you both, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He never wanted you to forget just how much you meant to him.

“Come here, my little teddy bear”

*****

Sharon seethed, seeing Bucky’s tags clink around your neck as you made your way to the kitchen. You hardly noticed her, your body still buzzing from the night before, not even realizing the little bites on your skin hadn’t faded away yet.

“This was the same man that almost said no to life saving surgery because he didn’t want to take off the tags” Sam snorted. “Gotta say, they look good on you y/n”

“Cause I didn’t want to lose them bird brain” Bucky countered but everyone knew it was so much more than that. He never took them off, keeping them close to him.His tags were the one thing that had reminded him of who he was. Of where he came from. It reminded him that his heart had always wanted to do the right thing. Of the choices he made when he was free.

“You gave her your tags?” Sharon questioned, struggling to keep her voice neutral. Bucky nodded, smiling when he saw you gazing down at them with heart eyes, your hand toying with the chain. There was no doubt; you’d never take them off.

“He’d give her his arm if she asked” Steve grinned, watching his best friend deeply in love with you.

“Sure” Sharon rolled her eyes, catching herself before scoffing again. Steve and Sam giggled to themselves like school children, watching Bucky shrug, coming over to hold you from behind while resting his head against you.

“My angel can have anything she wants”

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runa-falls · 11 months

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cat and mouse - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: kissy kissy :3, mention of alcohol, you're broke. sorry.

a/n: i wrote this out today (what is now a few days ago) because i couldn't work on the other fic until i got this out of my system :) if there are plot holes its because i vomited out this chapter and threw it out like a dumbass. idk what Black-Cat's personality is like so i made it kinda mirror cat woman from the harley quinn show.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.6k

part 1 part 3 part 4

masterlist

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Nueva York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as he, and the world, likes to call him, is your official nemesis, or at least that’s what the city thinks.

You crumple up the half-soaked People magazine, filled with ‘juicy gossip about our favorite Spider and the new villain-of-the-week: Blaze’. Seriously, you might just become a villain if they keep calling you that.

You briefly forgot you swiped the news story off of a nearby food and entertainment stand (that’s barely holding up in the downpour) until you hear:

“Hey! You gotta pay for that!”

You don’t.

In your defense, it was only a dollar-fifty. And either way, it’s technically the Spider’s fault that you didn’t have a penny on you!

Honestly, if it were your choice, you’d never see his stupidly broad shoulders again. He truly is the bane of your existence and a major pain in your ass. You genuinely don’t understand why he even pays you any mind, it’s not like you are plotting to take over the city. You just want enough money to get some fries and a Koka Soda, and maybe a couple more black articles of clothing that aren’t covered in clawed-out stripes.

Spider-Man? More like Cat-Man.

You would say you’ve been “fighting” this man for weeks like the magazines insinuate, but it’s less violence than it is just you squirming out of his clutches and running away. You swear the Spider is a bloodhound. No matter where you are, or what you’re wearing, he always finds you. And you always get away. It’s actually quite pathetic.

He goes: “It’s you again.”

You say: “No it’s not.”

Then he has to say: “Blaze.” Like you’re some ultra-nemesis that has ruined his life.

And you can’t help but: “Stop fucking calling me that, dude.” Before you make a run for it.

He catches up, obviously, either has you on the ground, against the wall, or holds you up so you can’t escape, but then you do. Every time. And he lets you.

So really, it’s just fucking annoying. What a waste of a great plan and an excellently executed silent break-in!

You never asked for any of this. The fact you don’t have a flashy-ass elastic suit should be proof enough: You’re not a supervillain.

But, when the opportunity to make a little more cash comes around, you can’t just say no. In your mind, the bigger the heist, the longer you can stay out of the public and away from him.

And if the one girl on the team wants to make you a suit, how can you resist? The Spider has ruined all the other clothes you’ve worn (and not in a good way).

You saw your new suit a few hours before you needed to meet up with the team. Felicia, or Black Cat as the rest of the group refers to her, is probably the most elegant and badass woman you’ve ever met.

She has voluminous silver-blonde curls and sharp green eyes that match the deadliness of her talon-like retractable claws (which actually kinda remind you of someone…). Though she doesn’t have explosive energy inside of her as you do, her cat-like senses and martial art skills are almost as deadly.

Felicia was happy to invite you over to her multi-million dollar penthouse to get ready and hang out a little before you needed to leave.

She’s filing her nails into perfectly deadly points as you sit on her plush ultra-white couch next to the new suit, hands fiddling nervously together as you watch her pamper herself with extreme precision. There are two glasses of high-grade champagne in front of you on the glass coffee table. Yours is barely touched. Hers has been drained and refilled a couple of times throughout the hour.

“You know, usually I’d work this job alone, but it’s a lot easier to get away when you leave a few maggots to distract the Spider. That’s what men are for. Us girls need to stick together, right?”

Even her voice is elegant.

“Yeah.” You croak out. You prefer to listen to her talk than say something dumb and non-villain-like. And yeah, you’ll admit you’re a tiny bit scared of her, but sometimes that’s something you have to go through when making friends. Right?

“Alright, we’ve got like 20 minutes. Go on, babe, try it on.” She loosely gestures to the suit, “Bathroom is in the hallway, first door to the left.” You stand promptly and shuffle over to her bathroom, taking a second to look back to send a grateful smile at her before you close the door.

It almost resembles the one you saw on her the first day you met. The only difference is that yours is completely black and has a high collar neckline in contrast to her more provocative V-shaped suit.

There’s no fur-lining or silver details, just an invisible zipper that creates the illusion that this suit is painted onto your body. Felicia also provided a simple mask that you can pull over your head when you tie back your hair and some silver hair spray so you’re less recognizable to the general public.

You stare in the mirror and smooth out any wrinkles down your torso with your gloved fingers. Alright. Now you look like a supervillain.

Or at least a super-something.

She makes you do a little spin. “You look lovely, darling.” A smirk pulled at her charming lips. “Absolutely, perfect.”

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Fuck.

So here you are, trying to break out of a bank that shut down around you as soon as you walked in. The two guys, who you never took the time to learn the names of, are freaking out, banging harshly against the metal doors that slammed shut in front of the exits.

Felicia, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, checking her nails like there isn’t a blaring siren and pulsing lights around her.

So what now? You could probably blast the doors open with whatever comes out of your hands (you’re still not sure as you try to use your powers as a last resort). But that would leave a bunch of evidence that you were there and you didn’t come to knock down a whole building.

You walk over to her, trying to hide the anxiety that’s starting to bubble up inside of you. “What should we do?” She looks up from her manicured nails and looks at you. Then at the guys.

“Well, the boys seem a bit preoccupied,” As if to prove her point, one of them starts kicking the door, as if it would magically open up for him if he were to hit it harder and make more noise. She sighs, “I guess we could use the air duct that leads to the roof.”

“Ok.”

So you follow her to one of the main offices in the building, watching as she easily rips off the cover of the vent and uses the desk for leverage to hoist her into the surprisingly spacious air duct.

The chill evening breeze of Nueva York has never felt so good. Well, it has smelt better, but if garbage and crime-filled air meant you’re not going back to jail, you’ll take it.

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” The Black Cat runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and out of her face. Of course, it falls perfectly over her shoulders. “So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” She’s leaving?

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to!”

“Great.” She walks to the edge of the roof and scales down the back of the building like it’s nothing. Look, it’s not that tall of a building, but still, you weren’t about to follow her down. You watch as her black-suited figure lands on the concrete ground, barely making a sound, before she sashays into the shadows of the city, disappearing into the night. God, she’s so cool.

And then it’s just you.

You sit yourself down and finally take a breath. Your first job as a villain and you didn’t even get to see the money. What are you getting yourself into?

You pull slightly at the elastic holding your hair together, regretting the tight pony that’s now giving you a major headache. Maybe this life isn’t for you. With, probably an overdramatic, sigh you push yourself up. Now to figure out how you’re getting out of here.

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Turns out you didn’t have too many options. As soon as you were about to take a serious ‘leap of faith’ and try to scale down the building, you were ambushed by a series of fwp, fwp, fwp’s and lifted from the ground. That probably saved your life now that you’re thinking back on it.

So, he found you. Big surprise. He’s practically stalking you at this point.

He takes you for a ride, holding you close as he swings from building to building, barely breaking a sweat. You’re actually surprised that you didn’t hurl all over his stupidly firm shoulder. You should have.

You don’t know why he brought you to the top of a half-constructed building, but you’re assuming he’s just trying to be dramatic again. Superheroes, right?

You struggle against restraints when you’re finally set down, at least trying to lay in a more comfortable position as Spider-man stands over you. Not only are you fully wrapped in red webs, but your arms are also tied behind your back.

The Spider kneels down, watching you continue to struggle, “Alright, Hardy, give it up.” Hardy? Shit, he must think you’re Felicia. The black suit, the silver hair. Dammit.

He takes off your mask before you can say anything, pulling out your loose hair tie with it, and boy, is he surprised to see it’s you.

“Wh–Blaze?” He takes off his mask like he can’t believe his fabric-covered eyes. His scarlet gaze not so subtly takes in your new look. A big change from the usual getup you wear. “What, uh,” When he finally meets your eyes, one of his gloved hands raises to rub at the back of his neck. Is he nervous? He briefly looks away from you, “What did you do to your hair?”

“Who cares! Let me out of these!” You glower at him, arms tugging at the luminous webs, “And you know I hate that stupid-ass name.”

“What the hell were you doing here? Why are you suddenly hanging out with a bunch of criminals?”

You give him a deadpan expression, “I’m a villain, remember.”

“Ah,” He slices through a couple of the overlapping webs that fit snugly over your stomach. “Finally giving into the narrative, hm?” Then the ones around your arms.

“S’not like I have much of a choice.” The red webs start to loosen until they unravel completely and pool on the floor. “So, you’re…letting me go?” You rub at your sore wrists, feeling the ache dissipate almost immediately. He shrugs like it’s no big deal for him.

“It’s expected, isn't it?” He’s at the edge of the roof staring at the buildings around him, a soft breeze sweeps through his hair, and the lights of ‘the city that never sleeps’ soak over his suited figure from below.

“Just like that?”

“...Just like that.” He says. But he says it more to himself than you. With that, he swiftly puts his mask back on, hiding the wonderfully serene expression he once held, but you never got to see in full.

Spider-man is confusing. He treats you like you’re some sort of catch-and-release criminal. Acting like a push-over parent that reprimands their child even when they know they’ll do it again. You don’t get it.

And the way he looks at you sometimes. Like he’s having fun. You see it when he’s chasing you, webbing you to the wall, or holding you under his claws. There’s a glowing heat that pulses in his eyes and you can almost see the barest gleam of his fangs. You can’t even wrap your head around how he can both infuriate and draw you in at the same time. And then he lets you go.

And now he’s leaving you.

So you take your chance.

“Wait.” He stills but doesn’t turn back to look at you. He just stays there, merely stopping to listen to whatever you have to say. But you want him to look at you. You need to see those simmering red eyes that are hidden behind the mask. “I-” You stop yourself. You’re not actually sure what you were going to say. All you know is you just weren’t ready for him to leave yet. “I, um, never caught your name!” It blurts out of your lips before you realize what you’re saying.

Then silence.

How awkward.

You were sure he was going to leave you there. No sane superhero would reveal his secret identity, dumbass! Especially to a girl like you.

But then his hand comes up, slips off his mask again, hair slightly ruffled from the action, and he finally turns. Before you know it he’s approaching you, fast. And you can’t do anything but stand there, watching as his looming form starts to take up more and more of your vision until he’s standing right in front of you, head tilted downwards and red eyes low.

Two warm palms cradle your jaw and you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Just as your eyes start to open again, his head is dipping toward yours. Then his lips meet yours.

And it’s perfect. His soft plush lips move against yours, occasionally nipping and sucking on your bottom lip until it was satisfyingly plump. The warm, masculine smell surrounding you makes your knees weak as his hands drop from your face to your waist in an effort to pull you toward him.

Your body melts against him as he starts to softly lick into your mouth, thoroughly seeking out the taste of you. He pushes you gently against the unfinished concrete wall behind you, eliminating any space that was left between your thinly suited bodies. You swear you’re about to melt when you feel his broken groan against your lightly suited-chest.

And then you separate, heavy breaths and intense gazes floating between you. “Miguel.” He looks down at the way he’s holding you, the size of his palm against your smaller body. And then the ridiculous suit that was tailored specifically for the heist, but looks more like something you’d wear for a BDSM session. He clears his throat and looks back up, “Miguel O’Hara.”

“Miguel…” His hand on your waist clenches at the sound of your hoarse voice and you can tell he’s tempted to pull you back in.

“You’re one of the few who know.”

Now, you’re curious. You hum, “Who else knows?” His eyes glance at your hair and his hand drops. Suddenly, you feel cold. He steps away from you, not unkindly, but it’s clear he’s trying to create space.

He brushes it off, “No one important.” And then he’s walking away. Back to the same spot he was going to leave you from. Cool.

“Well,” You take a few steps closer, eyes roaming over his muscled back, “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I know.” His mask is back on, and this time you know there’s no stopping him this time. “Catch you later, Little Red.” He jumps.

Little Red?

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #cat and mouse

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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I've Got You

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your flatmate have perfected the art of wingmanship for one another. It's a great system that seems to work every single time, until you're left unsatisfied.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, eventual smut

Author’s note: baby's first smutty series - no smut in part one yet, but there's four more coming and i'm eXCITED (rewritten on 13 nov 2023) Wordcount: 2.4K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Hey, I’ve got the flat tonight,” Joe leant his full upper body onto and over the bar, making sure you could hear him over the music, interrupting your focus on whoever was kissing your neck.

I’m busy fuck off, was your first thought, and you frowned in annoyance. You didn’t need Joe so close, shouting so close to your ear.

You turned your head slightly to meet your friend’s eyes and saw the pretty girl behind him that you’d introduced him to about an hour earlier. You were sat on a barstool on the short side of the bar, with a man who you’d smiled at about fifteen minutes ago latched onto you.

That’s how it worked.

You smile at a guy, get him to order you a drink, then reward him by allowing him to suck love bites into your neck.

Easy maths.

Joe just needed confirming you weren’t going to be taking this random dude back to your flat.

He didn’t want you walking in on him with his hook-up later.

Joe bit into his bottom lip as he smiled at you, amused by how cross you seemed, and you waved him off with a frown. Couldn’t Joe see you were too busy focusing on the lips that were sucking bruises into the area between the back of your ear and your hair? Too busy focusing on the hand that was inching up your inner thigh below the bar?

Joe’s grin grew at your dismissal of him.

Good.

He had the flat tonight.

“Have fun you two,” he slapped the bar with a flat hand and made your hook-up break free from you to look at him.

“She’d love another gin and tonic,” Joe said to him as he pointed at your empty glass.

With two people glaring at him now, Joe smiled before holding his hand up in a wave and walking out, dragging the pretty girl out behind him.

You held up your middle finger at your flatmate until he was out the door.

It had been a long, exhausting week, and when you’d gotten home from work that day, there’d been loud music playing. You’d heard the shower going, and upon slamming the door shut, Joe had shouted “Hey! We’re going out!” at you from the bathroom.

“What did we say about bathroom activities and locking the door?” you fanned through some closed envelopes you’d taken from your mailbox as you stood in front of the open bathroom door.

“I’m not on the toilet,” Joe quipped as he popped his head around the shower curtain, the shampoo in his curls leaving suds on the plastic. He looked you up and down, the wear and tear of the day clearly visible on you.

“Have a beer, then start getting ready.”

You sighed deeply, dragged it out until your lungs were completely empty. You could feel how tired you were in your bones. In the balls of your feet. In the pressure you felt throbbing inside of your skull.

“I’ve got a pint of ice cream that’s been telepathically sending me messages all day,” you were absolutely ready to get into your pyjamas and fall asleep curled up on the sofa watching bad TV.

“No!” Joe frowned, pouted a little.

“No ice cream. We’re going out! Tonight!” Joe revealed a wet arm from behind he curtain that he used to tensely point down at the floor.

“It’s caramel core, Joe...” you gave him your best tilted puppy dog face.

Joe paused a second to scan you.

You looked like you needed ice cream, if he was being honest. Then, he quickly disappeared behind the shower curtain again.

“Okay, fine. Have a little ice cream, but then after, start getting ready!”

You huffed a laugh as you closed the bathroom door and rolled your eyes at your flatmate. You hovered there a second, gave yourself time to consider the options here before concluding that you didn’t really know who you were trying to fool.

You hadn’t had sex– wait, no. You hadn’t had good sex in a while, so going out and chancing getting some didn’t sound like the worst idea.

You made sure to get a couple of good spoonfuls of caramel core ice cream into your system before cracking open a drink and getting ready for a night out.

About an hour later you were stood in the hallway, slung your coat back on, and let your flatmate guide you out of your flat into the night.

On your way to get drunk.

It was weird how this household worked, but this is what you and Joe did. It was weirder that you called it a household, it being just the two of you, but, it was whatever.

It was busy at the bar you ended up at. There was a good crowd out, and you were quick to get an order in.

Sitting down on barstools and facing out to scan the dance floor, you sipped your drinks as you both let your eyes make snap judgements of strangers. You were always looking for the golden triangle in a man: strong arms, kind face, and tall. Taller than you, at least. How quickly they could then chat you into bed would completely depend on how drunk and giggly they’d leave you.

“I’m so sorry,” Joe said, and you turned to see him give you an empathetic look.

“I’m afraid everyone here’s uglier than me, so,” he sighed, then said, “I guess I'll have to do. If you want, we could just call it a night right now?” and Joe pretended to want to get up to leave.

You grinned, plastic straw slotted in between your teeth, and you gave him a shove.

“Idiot.”

It hadn’t taken long for Joe to nod his head towards a girl he’d spotted. You’d followed his eyes and when you saw her, you dropped your face and gave him a deadpan stare.

“Of course,”

Men were all the fucking same, weren’t they? It was always the impossibly slim, incredibly gorgeous girl. The girl that was pretty in a way you couldn't really ignore. The type of girl you knew also looked stunning three seconds after waking up, hungover or not.

You were not that type of girl.

“What?” Joe asked defensively, but you detected his smile. Stupid little smirk that tried to hide just under the surface, but couldn’t. Never could.

“You’re so fucking predictable,” you held both your hands up as claws in front of his face in faux frustration, and you laughed.

When you saw that the girl Joe’d gestured towards was on her way to the toilets, you were quick to get up to follow her.

“Get me another gin and tonic, and order some shots, I’ll have her here in a minute,” you were nothing if not a good wingman.

“I’ve got you.”

Joe smacked your ass as a thank you, making you throw him a scolding look over your shoulder. And just like Joe, you couldn’t hide your smile either.

You’d been right.

Befriending her had been easy; you gave her lots of compliments and laced them with jealousy so she felt the need to compliment you back.

Boom.

Instant best friends for life, because that was how that worked with drunk girls.

Then you asked her if she’d already done shots that night and dragged her over to Joe without waiting for an answer. The vague idea of a fun time was enough to have her follow you blindly.

Then you’d introduced her to Joe, gave your best casual sales pitch before taking your gin and tonic and slipping away from them, leaving Joe to flirt his own way into her pants.

It worked.

It worked every single time.

Early the next morning you felt worse walking up the stairs to your flat than you’d done the night before, when you’d gotten back from work.

Bones more achy, head more throbby.

You were going to spend the whole weekend in bed and couldn’t fucking wait to get inside.

Just as you were about to fetch your keys to open the door, you heard it unlock and were greeted by the girl from the bar from the night before.

“Oh, hi,” she jumped slightly when she saw you, and then awkwardly smiled. You weren’t sure if she even remembered you.

“Hi,” you said back, and for a moment, she just stood in your doorway and looked at you expectantly.

“Sorry, I live here, Joe’s my flatmate,” you said, pushing the door open beside her, and she immediately stepped aside for you, to let you in.

“Sorry! I’m just, I’m on my way out,” she smiled apologetically, sort of embarrassed, and looked just as disheveled as you did.

You would’ve mentally made fun of the fact that she was in fact not one of those girls that looked effortlessly amazing in the morning, but you weren’t one to talk. You were both in outfits from last night, both had hair all out of place and both had thick mascara smudged underneath your lashes.

You smiled politely as you stepped around each other, her onto the doormat in the communal hallway, you in your own flat.

“Hey, um,” she stopped you just as you were about to shut the door.

“Could you… could you give me his number? I just realized he never gave it to me...”

For a second you just looked at her, admiring the balls she had to outwardly ask you for Joe’s phone number. Just for that alone, you really wanted her to just have it. But the fact that she didn’t already have it meant that Joe probably didn’t want her to have it in the first place, so you couldn’t.

“You know what? Give me yours. I’ll pass it on.”

A classic line that you had used many times before. Girls were always eager to write their name and number on a random scrap piece of paper you’d rip from an old envelope to give to Joe. Which you then never did.

After closing the door behind you, you took heavy, tired steps into Joe’s bedroom and let yourself fall onto his bed face first, still in your coat and shoes, on the spot where seconds ago someone else had woken up. The creaking of the mattress made enough noise for Joe to jolt awake, and he groaned a little at the movement of his bed.

“I’m getting the flat for at least the next two months,” you spoke into the pillow when you saw Joe carefully open a squinty eye to check if it was you beside him. There was a second of relief at the fact that it was just you, but then your words registered, and it was replaced with a small, sleepy smile.

“What was it this time?” Joe grunted as he rolled over onto his back.

“I had to share the bed with a dog,” you moved in as Joe’s arm found its way around your back, cuddling you into him for some early-morning comfort.

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle softly, and you felt it in his chest below your cheekbone.

“Was it at least a cute one? Like a border collie?”

“Oh, it was adorable, but there’s something I can’t quite explain about making eye contact with a dog when someone’s going down on you,” you tilted your head upwards to catch Joe’s reaction.

“Oh no, the dog was there during–”

“The whole time.” You deadpanned.

Joe groaned for you in sympathy, then yawned. “Yea, alright, that grants you the flat for a bit.”

The two of you had been flatmates for long enough to have come up with rules surrounding hooking up. You’d walked in on Joe with a girl on the sofa once, and you’d been absolutely livid with him for it. It was bad enough having to hear Joe have sex through a wall from your adjoined bedrooms, but seeing it with your own eyes in a shared space lifted the issue to a whole new level. Joe had been embarrassed in the moment, but had been able to laugh it off fast. Afterwards he'd continuously made fun of your reaction at seeing him plow his dick into someone from behind, a girl that you’d made eye-contact with when you stepped inside after you’d unassumingly gotten back from a food shop.

Joe hadn't been able to laugh it off quite as fast when the shoe had been on the other foot, and he’d walked in on you getting eaten out perched up on the kitchen counter.

It was when and why you’d established the rule of letting the other person know that you had someone over, just so the other person could avoid witnessing anything they didn't want to see. Or hear.

Slowly, it had evolved into what it was now: you’d tell each other to get out and fuck off for a bit because you needed the flat. Or, like last night, whoever was first to claim it, usually got it.

A silence fell where you both stared at the ceiling for a bit. You knew you desperately needed a shower, but Joe’s bed was comfortable, even if you were still in your heels.

“At least someone went down on you, though,” Joe said, trying to make you feel better by throwing some of his own misery your way.

“Oh no, she didn’t suck you off?” you were genuinely surprised. You thought she had looked like a girl who would have. Not that you could put into words what gave you that impression. She just... she just did.

“Said it wasn’t her thing,” he grunted, somewhat annoyed, but clearly joking.

Maybe that was the reason why she didn’t end up with Joe’s phone number, you thought.

“Poor Joey,” you pouted sarcastically through a smile and patted him on his chest softly. “Do you want me to quickly do it?” you hadn’t even finished your sentence before you’d started laughing.

“All right,” Joe groaned and shoved your face away from him with his palm covering most of it, rolling you off of him, which only made you laugh louder.

When your giggles died out, you sat up. Time for a shower, you thought, and you moved to the edge of the bed to take your shoes off.

“If it’s any consolation, I might as well not have had any head. He wasn’t any good.”

Your heels dropped onto Joe’s bedroom floor with loud thuds.

Joe huffed a laugh, and you looked over your shoulder to look him in the eye.

He looked tired still. Sleepy.

“Are they ever?” Joe asked, and then, you both laughed.

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arxxq · 6 months

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╭◦•◦❥•◦𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈

Ik the poll was for a week but it was only supposed to be for a day and I checked to see sanzu winning so yeah so here I am writing for sanzu.

Haruchiyo Sanzu (bonten) x psychiatrist reader, dynamic being similar to the famous Joker and Harley Quinn dynamic.

This will be AFAB. I will switch from using she/her and they/them pronounces. mistakes will be corrected soon. Warning: Idk really but I guess this is mainly appropriate for 15+? I don't write smut. Sanzu mainly has green-ish eyes here since most of ken wakui's art he has green eyes.

Dr. [Name] [Last name].

A psychiatrist intern that was hired to help in an asylum full of criminals..

They usually succeed in changing the behavior of those criminals so she is highly respected. They're portrayed to be nice and open...and well accepting.

The life they had was perfect.

That all changed when a new patient was admitted into the asylum.

"Dr [Last name]!" A man shouted at them.

"Ah Hey Robert...what can I help with now?" They said, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

"We have a new patient and we were thinking maybe you could handle him?" She looked at Robert with confusion.

"Who is this patient exactly? Could you give me his documents?" Robert handed her the documents of this said patient.

"We don't have much on him so the documents won't really help but most of us can't really handle him..."

She rolled her eyes. "The patient can't be that bad," she opened the file but was stunned to see who this said patient was.

Akashi Haruchiyo, better known as Sanzu Haruchiyo. Ranked as the top 2 of the criminal organization named bonten. He was known as insane that's for sure.

What confused her even more was that bonten members weren't really easy to catch so how did Sanzu...managed to get caught in the first place?

"Earth to [Name]?" She broke from her trance and let out a "hmm".

"Do you think you could handle him?"

With a smile as well as confidence she replied.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad!"

Now she's in a room. A room that's actually quite messy and uncleaned. Usually the rooms would be cleaned and white but this one had stained walls and dirty floors.

She didn't really notice her patient sitting in a chair but when she did...she saw him tied up to that said chair.

She looked at him, what meant to be a quick glance ended up being a whole observation. To say she was mesmerized was not a lie. He was quite the charm....

"Done checking me out Doctor?" He taunted and raised his head up. A smirk plastered on his face. He had pretty unique features like the diamond scars on the edges of his lips and his sea green eyes makes her want to fall in.

"I was not checking you out..." She said....although it clearly seemed like a lie. The said patient scoffed. "Keep telling yourself that Dr [Last name]..."

This was day one, and he's already driving her crazy...and not in a bad way actually.

As days passed on....she didn't realize that she was slowly falling for this madman. Although she said she wasn't getting attached she was..and she just kept telling herself that she was helping, curing him.

Entering the said room, there he saw him still tied to the chair.

"good morning Doctor..."

She laughed. "Good morning to you too"

"What did you bring me this time huh doctor [last name]," he asked. "I didn't bring you anything today... we're just going to do our daily session of talking, is there anything I can help with?"

Sanzu smiled deviously. "You know....there is something you could do for me, doctor," he added.

With no hesitation she replied. "Anything....I mean yeah!"

He looked at you that devious grin still on his face. "I need a machine gun.."

She wasn't even perplexed but more shocked. "A...a machine gun?" Sanzu laughed like the mad man he is.

Giving him the machine gun was something she regret doing because now the other patients have managed to escape.

"LET GO LF ME!" She shouted as two men held her down on a mattress in the asylum. "Well look what we have here~" Sanzu's taunting voice echoes in the room.

A bright light was then shined down on her face. "I did everything you said, I helped you!"

Sanzu laughed at her like a maniac would. "You helped me...by erasing my mind with the few faded memories I had!" He shouted at her while hitting the mattress with both his hands at the said on her head.

"you left me in a black hole of rage and confusion darling~ is that the medicine you practiced doctor?" He walked to a different direction and came back. He was holding something but she can't tell what it was.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to kill me Haru?" She said anticipation written on her face with a mix of fear in her head. "what? No~ I'm not going to kill you..." He assured. "I'm just going to hurt you... really really bad~"

"You think so? Well I can take it," she admitted. Sanzu smiled at her. "Oh how I adore you.." he then tied your mouth using a belt. "This is just going to hurt a little bit~"

A few days later after that incident, she could still recall what had happened. Her brain was messed up...he shocked her. Ever since then she couldn't think properly. "what is wrong with me?" she asked. A message was sent to her phone. It was from Sanzu.

'meet me at the abandoned facility doctor [name]. I'll be looking for your presence'

-H.S

[Name] promised that she wouldn't meet up with him again but could she really resist. So stupid enough she went there.

When she arrived, she saw a pool of chemicals. She was really high up. "I knew you'd come," Said a voice from behind.

She turned around to see no other than Sanzu. "You really couldn't resist me~" anger took over [Name] that she pulled out a gun and pointed it at him.

"aw...you wouldn't do it~i know you won't," he was right you couldn't. You've fallen deeply for him that you can possibly kill him.

"Say [Name] would you...die for me?" That question lingered in her head for a few seconds and she looked at him with eyes glistening with desire.

"Yes.."

"That's too easy....would you, would you live for me?" That question left her perplexed, but she thought it through and nodded her head.

He looked at her with that same devious smile. "Careful darlin...don't say this oath thoughtlessly," he caressed her cheek. "Desire become surrender and surrender becomes power~"

"Do you want this?"

"I do,"

"Say it then...oh pretty pretty pretty pretty-"

"please.." she pleaded. "God you're so...so obedient~"

She stepped away from him. Looking down to the pool of chemicals. She looked at Sanzu one last time. With a smile on her face she purposely fell off the ledge and into the pool of chemicals.

Sanzu was about to leave her but he couldn't. He looked down to the pool of chemicals and took off his coat. He couldn't just leave [Name], not when she devoted her life, her sanity for him so he jumped down to get her.

Starting there [Name] [Last name] lost all sanity just for him, a mad man that probably won't love her back. She was devoted to him and saying she regrets being loyal to him was a lie.

She was then part of bonten being the title of Sanzu's woman. Some of the executives thought she was crazy for falling for sanzu but they were right she was crazy falling for him and she couldn't care less. She knew Sanzu never loved her really but he really seemed to adore that woman.

At the end of their twisted love story....

In every timeline whether good or bad~

They assumed they were bound to meet.

And at the end,

It was Him and I

I don't support plagiarism

Arxx/Hasinah

November 6th 2023

My writing is Lowkey shitty but eh it's fine as long as it's understandable lol

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳aryssa;hasinah #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tr sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revenger headcanons

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mirrorballhughes · 7 months

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i miss you im sorry: luke hughes x adelaide hunter

hii i will be starting to write the actual fic soon! this is just gonna be a small portion of the fic on ade and luke going to UMich and meeting the hockey team :)

spring of 2021

the couple was at the hughes household with their college acceptance letters in hand. luke and adelaide were sitting at the table holding hands. adelaide was nervous, she gets good grades so she has nothing to worry about, but shes just scared of lukes reaction. the girls dream was to go to academy of arts university, that was allll way in new york. but she had some thoughts and over thought a bunch. quinn had helped ade with her decision.

fall of 2020 flashback

“academy of arts university is perfect for me q. but at the same time i think i would hate it. i just don’t think i could be away from luke.” the girl admitted, knowing quinn understands where she is coming from. the teenagers were always attached to the hip, unless they were both doing their own things. “adelaide thats totally understandable. you gotta go with your gut though. but to not be bias or anything i think you would fit in at UMich though.” quinn smiled, causing the brunette to shake her head. “they also have an arts program. a good fit for you.” ade smiled at the older boy, taking his thought into consideration, already having Umich right underneath AOAU. “thanks q. i appreciate it.” the girl hugged the boy as he rubbed circles on her back.

back to spring of 2021

“on three?” luke smiled looking at his girlfriend, then down at his letter. hughes & hunter family both counted down, “three!” the couple rushed into the envelopes going as quickly as possible. pulling the piece of paper out, reading their letters. “i got in!” they couple stood up looking at each other excitedly. “im going to UMich!” they both said at the same time, adelaide shot quinn a smile then brought her attention to luke, who didn’t comprehend what the brunette had said till it finally hit him.

“wait el, your also going to UMich? what about AOAU?” the boy questioned looking at his girlfriend. “new york is pretty far. also i feel like i wouldn’t like it. andd if i wear anything devils related i might get jumped.” she joked, causing everyone in the room to laugh, jack shaking his head at the younger girl. “i looked into it. they have a pretty awesome arts program. they were also interested in me because i used to be a field hockey player.” the girl said, causing luke to smile at el, pulling her in for a hug. “i'm excited ill be able to see you more! that means movie nights in dorms!” ade smiled, pulling her boyfriend in for a kiss on the lips, pulling away quickly as they were in front of family.

“well congratulations to you both! UMich will be honored to have you both!!” ellen pulled the couple in for a hug. they went around giving everyone a hug, ade whispered a quick thank you to quinn. “now whos hungry?”

august of 2021

summer came by fast and here the couple was now standing in the UMich campus going to find ades dorm first. the couple had found her dorm, walking in seeing her roommate wasn’t here yet. “okay let's get unpacking!” the girl cheered, looking at her boyfriend then to their fathers. quinn, jack and their moms were still at the car grabbing more of the girls' things. luke set down some boxes that he was carrying then started helping the girl set her side of the room up. they finished unpacking everything, their mothers did the last finishing touches and told them to go find lukes dorm.

adelaide found the curly haired boys dorm, “it’s down here!” she shouted waving her arms to get the group’s attention. their dorms weren’t that far from each others, lukes was on the same side as adelaide’s but in a different hallway. once the group caught up, adelaide opened the door and let luke walk in first. she followed behind him, seeing his roommate was unpacking as well. “oh hey! you must be luke, im dylan” the other brunette spoke, reaching his hand out for luke to shake it. “its nice to meet you. this is adelaide, my girlfriend.” luke pointed at the girl who waved. “its nice to meet you adelaide.” “its nice to meet you too dylan!” the pair smiled at each other then adelaide started moving lukes stuff in with the help of his brothers.

few weeks later

the couple was definitely enjoying UMich alot. they both met a ton of people and they were as happy as ever. luke wanted adelaide to come meet the hockey team, she was a bit nervous but not really. luke had met the girl at her dorm then headed to diner where the rest of the team was at. “don't be nervous love. they will love you.” luke grabbed the girls hand, noticing her shaking a little. he rubbed circles on the top of her hand to sooth her anxiety. “you got nothing to worry about. i'm here.” the girl smiled, kissing the boy's cheek as they headed down to the boy's car.

about 15 minutes later the couple was now at the diner. luke got out of the car, quickly making his way over to els side, opening the door for her as he took her hand. “if you wanna leave just squeeze my hand twice and we will go.” the boy kissed her forehead as she nodded, then they walked inside. “luke! over here!” a voice spoke causing adelaide to look up seeing a bunch of waving hands. luke smiled at his teammates then to the girl walking over there. “hey guys! this is adelaide.” the blonde smiled looking at the guys, there was about 4 people here. luke said there was 29 people on the team, counting him so the rest did not show. also by the looks of it, they are all freshmen and their faces look familiar ish.

“okay so el, this is ethan, mark, mackie and you already know duker.” she smiled at the four boys, “hi it’s nice to meet you guys. i have seen you guys around i think.” ethan smirked at the girl then to mark whose face was beat red. “what's up with estapa?” luke asked as the boy was usually hyper and talking. “well you see luke, mark was telling me about his hallway crush as he usually does right? he said she was wearing a devil's hoodie. so connecting the dots here, marks hallway crush is on your girlfriend.” mark glared at ethan, “dude!” the rest of the boys laughed, adelaide’s face got a slight tint of pink as she laughed along with them. the group got quiet realizing luke wasn’t laughing instead he was shooting daggers at mark. ethan grabbed luke and pulled him aside. “i can see the smoke exploding out of your ears right now hughesy. its just a hallway crush! nothing is gonna happen. look at the way she looks at you. she's madly in love with you.” the brunette boy reassured him as they made their way back over.

“you okay? it’s just a hallway crush. we all have them. i remember you had the biggest one on-“ adelaide stopped talking as she realized luke covered her mouth with his hand. “okay that's enough. let's eat i'm hungry.” he gently pushed his girlfriend into the booth sitting beside her. as the other 4 settled in with them, 3 on the other side and one more joining the couple. lukes hand rested on the girls thigh, watching her talk to his friends smiling to himself. luke was happy to see his friends and girlfriend get along so well. it just warmed his heart seeing his girlfriend smiling and laughing.

random facts

adelaide becomes close with mark but she only sees him as a friend and so does he. that sparkle in her eye is literally only a luke thing. but the pair just got along so well once mark stopped being embarrassed about having a hallway crush on his friend's girlfriend.

addie is also close with duker, giving the fact luke goes on mini rants about the girl in a positive manner so he knows pretty much everything about her because of the hughes brother. the pair also does tend to hangout a lot when the girl is waiting for her boyfriend to come back to his dorm after classes. out of all of luke's friends duker definitely knows her the best.

addies roommate, storm they clicked instantly. they got along so well when storm saw adelaide was wearing a devils hoodie, which made storm laugh as she was a canes fan. the pair would always sit down and watch their teams games together and always enjoyed when they played against each other. storm could basically tell you everything about luke as well. she could listen to adelaide talk about him for hours because she knew that was pure genuine love. storm was an absolute blessing of a roommate and friend. the two girls just got along so well.

storm and duker being friends only because of their roommates, they usually go on debriefing starbucks talks about the couple. the debriefing starbucks runs were only when the pair was fighting, meaning they would try to get to the bottom of the whole thing seeing who was right, who was wrong, and how to fix it. they were the ones who basically got the couple back together, they came up with this whole mastermind plan.

as adelaide was going to umich with the arts program, she was taking a bunch of classes for photography. she needed a subject to shoot so she decided to use her boyfriend as one. so during their morning practices the blonde would take some action shots of her boyfriend. as she was taking pictures of luke, some of the others caught her eye so she took pictures of them as well. she handed in the pictures to get graded on, as that was happening luke had talked to the coach to see if el could be on the ice hockey's media team.

the coach needed to see the pictures to make his decision. once she got the grade A photos back let the coach take a look at them. he approved it and then made el the media girl. she would take pictures of the team and do all the video work for any social media. sometimes she would also get to post on the ice hockeys socials at times. this made el feel closer with luke. she already knew tons about hockey before but this just opened something more inside her. she also felt this helped her get closer with his teammates, and luke really adored that.

if you guys want any extras like, certain scenarios (ex. how both of the couple are when they are jealous, how adelaide’s relationship is with quinn and jack, what songs are about luke and why, the couples reaction when luke got drafted, them at parties, hiw they got together, angst of any kind. anything like that!) but i hope you guys are enjoying this!! im having fun writting this :)

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scribe-of-maat · 11 months

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Ranking DC Pride 2023

9. Love’s Lightning Heart (???, ???)

Starring The Flashlight and The Flash, I think? When he called the dude “Ray” in the beginning I thought it was gonna be The Ray, you know? This only scores so low because I’m not at ALL familiar with anything Multiversity and this story especially seemed to be absolutely thick with that corner of DC lore. I get there’s a Parallax type of thing happening but... this was kind of hard to follow for a payoff that’s pretty lukewarm if you’re not well-versed in who this story’s about.

8. My Best Bet (Jon Kent/Superman, John Constantine

This is hit especially hard in my ranking because it’s the last story in the book and the only thing DC Pride about it is that it stars two Bs. They’re popular queer characters but I’m here for stories that are specifically ABOUT LGBT stuff, not about LGBT people doing stuff. There’s nothing to really talk about here.

7. Found (Xanthe Zhou, Batwoman/Kate Kane)

I’ve been meaning to read Spirit World, and since I hadn’t gotten around to it Xanthe being LGBT was a surprise to me, but not as much as Kate Kane showing up was. It feels like someone threw a dartboard at WLW women and plopped in whoever came up, cuz I guarantee if I flip the newest Batwoman issue open to a random page she’ll have a girlfriend-slash-situationship that won’t be too happy about her seeming receptive to some flirting. But hey, I like Xanthe more now so there’s give-and-take.

6. And Baby Makes Three (Xiomara Rojas/Crush, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy)

I like Crush. I can’t claim to have read much of her, because for now that means enduring way too much Damian Wayne, but she seems like an incredibly interesting character. But I could not tell you why she’s here with Harley and Ivy. This, moreso than anything else, has a less than negative chance of being referenced again and it’s giving me even more of that dartboard feeling the last story did. Plus if there’s one thing Harlivy can do, it’s carry a story by themselves. I wish we’d gotten something about JUST Crush, is what I’m saying. I feel like this was a status update for Crush, like her washing ashore was meant to bridge the gap between this story and whatever she was doing the last time she showed up.

5. Teamwork Makes the Dream Work (Natasha Irons/Steel, Nubia)

Listen, I will always have space in my heart for the Irons family. I love Natasha, and I love John Henry, and when DC lets either out of the ether every other year I’m front and center. That, and the recent super-push Nubia has been enjoying made this story one I was pretty excited to read when I realized who it was about. But THIS ART. These faces are TRASH. Even without looking it up I feel like there’s a 0% chance DC would give a nonblack artist this story, so it makes it especially confusing as to why the characters look like THAT. The actual content was fun and even though Io needs to come up off our queen posthaste, I didn’t have any (other) complaints. But it’s SOOOOO UGLYYYYY.

4. The Dance ( Minhkhoa Khan/Ghost-Makes, Thomas Blake/Catman)

I knew Ghost-Maker was bi prior to reading this, somehow. I’ve been meaning to read anything about him because his design is so awesome but I was only really guessing this was Catman alongside him. I really don’t know anything about him, so this ranks so highly just because of Ghost-Maker. I don’t really have anything else to add here since this story’s ultimate purpose seems to just show off muscley dudes post-sex.

3. Anniversary (Lucas Trent/Midnighter, Andrew Pulaski/Apollo, Alan Scott/Green Lantern)

These showcases tend to have like, one story that directly addresses inequality if you’re lucky. This is that story, and it’s such a good one. Midnighter and Apollo’s fame as the canon gay Superbat sort of eclipses anything else about them, but that reputation is put to excellent effect here. Plus, Alan Scott, one of my favorite Green Lanterns, finally shows up. Revitalizing that old slogan to make it clear the LGBT isn’t going anywhere was fun, too.

2. Subspace Transmission (Jules Jourdain/Circuit Breaker, Jess Chambers/The Flash, Andy Curry/Aquawoman)

Jess was an extremely fun and memorable character from the start like, half a decade ago and that holds true here. I was super uninvested in the Circuit Breaker part of this story. I don’t know who that is, and even after reading this I genuinely don’t care. This made my heart hurt for more Teen Justice and Future State stuff in general. That Jackson Hyde cameo at the end was also perfect.

1. Hey, Stranger (Connor Hawke/Hawke, Tim Drake/Robin)

I was definitely in diapers the last time these two characters spoke to each other. When there’s been THAT big a gap in timeframe I can’t be sure how emotional a reunion can be to a modern readership. None of that matters to my enjoyment, because Connor Hawke is far and away my favorite Arrowfam member and his recent resurgence (even if too much of it is attached to Damian Wayne for my taste) has been such a blessing. DC only trots this guy out three times a year but god do we eat good each time. They just need to do a LITTLE more with him.

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thecinematicwriter · 1 year

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High School Pricks

Jack Hughes x Plus size,chubby!reader

Summary: You were at the restaurant with your fiancé, Jack, when some dumb boys from your high school decided to make you feel bad. Jack wouldn't let it pass though.

Sneek peak: "Yes. If you got a problem with that, leave and let me enjoy my food. And If you don't have a problem with that, do the same thing because I am on a date, like I said before, and we are trying to enjoy a peaceful dining. Thank you."

A/N: Hey y'all! I hope you guys are staying hydrated! I will write on a lot of people, but "sports dudes" are my soft spot so I hope you guys are ready! Also I will write for plus size and chubby readers from time to time (like right now). If you do not fall into this category: I'll post more soon don't worry!

⚠️This might be triggering for you if you have been bullied for your weight before.( I am truly sorry if you were, there are no reason nor excuses for this behavior from other useless people who bully for stupid reasons.)

The dress you were wearing was one of the cutest Jack had ever seen. And, at the same time the sexiest one too. He couldn't describe how he was feeling about it, but he knew that he was the luckiest man alive in his books. "Wow, baby! You look so good. Hell... I might explode right here. How do you think I will look next to you... For real?! I am a Rat next to you tonight."

The thing that made you smile was how genuine you knew every word coming out of his mouth were. He always said he was the luckiest to have found you, but he didn't know how you felt. Only you could know, because it was undescribable. "None sense. You look so handsome in that outfit. I didn't know you had an eye for fashion, babe. Where was it all this time?" You said mockingly. "It's barely fashion. I just put on a black suit." He came closer to you and took your jaw in his palm after chuckling at your statement. "Shall we go my Lady?" He asked you while looking directly in your eyes. "I guess we should. Or we'll be late..." You answered him, hypnotized by his beautiful eyes. "We can't have that, now can we?" He said with a smile. You simply hummed no and he kissed you deeply.

After some loving affection, you both were on you're way to your date night location. When you entered the restaurant, you were mesmerized by the big statement art hanging all around. Jack knew you loved admiring art and he smiled at your lovestruck face, feeling acomplished by this restaurant choice. When you two went to the host desk, it only took one minute to be seated and the ambiance was perfect. "Oh my god, Jack! This restaurant, it's..." You looked around with a huge smile. "Amazing, perfect... wow." You looked at him and showed him your satisfaction. "I knew you would love it here, baby. I found this place because Quinn visited it earlier in the month and thought of you so he gave me the info." He took your hand on the table and rubbed your thumb with his. "Then, I'll make sure to thank him for it-"

Before you could continue your usual date ramble, a group of men about your age came forward. "Yo! Jack!" Jack turned around to see who was interupting you and when he saw the three men walking towards you two, he figured there were fans. "Hey... How can I be of help?" He asked politely while making a sorry face to you. It happened quite a lot when you were on date nights. You didn't mind though, you loved seeing Jack so pationate about his job. "We just wanted to tell you how good your last game was. Honestly, we've been fans for a while now and you keep getting better and better." They cheered your fiancé on. "That means so much, man. Thank you!-" Before Jack could continue interacting with them, one of the boys looked at you and you smiled at him. "Oh. My. God. Boys... it's Y/N Y/L/N. Damn!" The three of them looked at you and you didn't know why they knew you. Yes, I mean, you were public with Jack, but they seemed to know you from somewhere else. "Jack, are you on a date with her?" The middle blond guy asked him. "Well, of course. She's my fiancé." Jack smiled at you lovingly while saying the last part. The boys started laughing. These laughs...

Now, you remembered. They were from your high school days. The ones who were always making fun of you for your weight. They never stopped. Even if you were reading in class peacefully, they would always taunt you for the way you looked.

"What's wrong? The idea of me having a fiancé is making you laugh?" Jack didn't like their laughs. They sounded mean and unnecessary. "Nah, man. Just... her? Of all the girls you could have?!" They looked at him like he had lost his mind and you reclined in your seat which didn't go unoticed by Jack. "Yes. If you got a problem with that, leave and let me enjoy my food. And If you don't have a problem with that, do the same thing because I am on a date, like I said before, and we are trying to enjoy a peaceful dining. Thank you." You were shocked at how rude Jack was being. You had never seen him like this with any fan. He looked at you and gave you a smile to reassure you. "Chill... all this for a fat girl." That was the last straw for your soon to be husband. He stood up from his chair and looked at them dead in the eyes. "You better leave right now. I am not listening to any other stupid comment leaving your mouth. What if she's bigger than others? She still won my heart because she is amazingly pretty and so is her body. You're a pathetic excuse of a man." Jack spat right into their faces while you wiped your small tears away. "We're just saying... you could probably score a perfect thin girl who is head over heels for you. Instead, you chose... this." While saying the last word, he looked at you in disgust. "Just shut up! I am happy! More than you, I might bet. So please... leave us alone and bring your nagativity with you. These comments don't affect me anymore." You lashed out. Jack was prouder than ever. You wouldn't let some stupid highschool A athlete wanna be ruin your perfect restaurant get out with your fiancé. "We're sorry I guess. We'll leave." All the men looked at you shocked and left you two alone.

You sat down and looked in space still in shock. "You did good baby. I love you." Jack tried to get you back on earth while placing his hands on yours. "I love you too. I am just tired of pathetic men thinking they are better than everyone." You said looking at Jack, still frustrated by this encounter. "So these pricks were at your highschool?" You nodded with a sad smile. "I'm so sorry, baby." "It's okay, babe. I just want to eat at this amazing restaurant with the most handsome man and the best hockey player in my heart." You exclaimed, gaining your cheeriness back. "Atta girl." He clasped his hands together and opened his menu.

The rest of the night was perfect. The food had one of the best presentation ever (following the decorations' path). It helped that the taste was also to die for. You paid and then Jack brought you to a park late at night and surprised you with a sweet bottle of bubbles. You kissed under the stars and all of the bad parts of the night faded away. Even most of the bad memories from your high scool faded with them. Because that's what Jack did; He kept you safe and protected.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #nhl x reader #nhl #jack hughes x plus size!reader #jack hughes x chubby!reader #nhl x y/n #nhl x plus size!reader #nhl x chubby!reader

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gaybroons · 7 months

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Talk Hockey To Me

( @ghostgeno's tag game)

The thing that got you hooked on hockey

Started reading “hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play)” by @buckyismybicycle while it was ongoing because even though I was 1) completely uninterested in hockey and 2) also uninterested in Stucky as a ship, this specific author’s works have always been phenomenal and with each new chapter email I started getting more and more intrigued until I eventually gave in and started reading it (literally so worth it everyone should read it). In the end notes of each chapter, HR (the author) would add some fun facts and extra context for the hockey related stuff (considering it’s a whole hockey AU) that made me go “huh that sounds fun” more than once but I was still not super into the hockey thing.

Until.

I reached the chapter with a beautifully written match and I was like???? Is hockey like this irl?????????? This sounds so good?????????? Cue YouTube hacking into my brain and suggesting me hockey compilations which included the infamous Lick. I saw this random man just being a menace to everyone and decided he is now the love of my life. (i usually omit the stucky fic part bc ppl have opinions about marvel that i do not want to hear lol. so if i told you abt this before without the full context i'm sorry!!)

Your first ever fandom friend

@hard4softthings !!!! Love is stored in the ao3 comment section uwu

The jersey you would most like to own

I can’t pick one so I’m just gonna list in descending order: Marchand home jersey (with a C !!!!!!!!😤) , Pasternak (also home. Sorry it’s just nicer than the away version) , Quinn Hughes (the pride one because I’m obsessed with the design it’s so pretty)

YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

The rat king himself 🖤💛🖤💛🖤 can u tell I have a favorite

A pairing that deserves more fic

Sid/Ovi ‼️ tuukks/pasta and Brady/Quinn too, there’s just so much potential for them.

Your favourite on-ice moment

Picking is difficult so you’re just gonna get a bunch <3.

Bertuzzi stealing cousin’s stick and trying to break it

Marchy kidnapping The Child

pigeon

dancing with the stars

tuukks Exhibiting homicidal tendencies (rightfully so)

flower wanting to feel included

whole team under arrest

Brady Tkachuk: why is there a fucking animal loose on the ice he’s going to give me rabies

marchy waving to a booing crowd

marchy blowing kisses to a booing crowd

flower asserting his dominance tripping TWO first round picks

Quinn Hughes seeing a fight break out and says ✨no✨

Marner spinning like a ballerina

+ link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

ART:

this ADORABLE mcdrai art by @saviorified

MattMcDrai art by @adelphenium , obsessed with the blushing and the HAIR plz it’s so cute.

Awfully pretty sid and geno art by @ceanspam

Captaincy transfer by @adelphenium I’m so weak for rat marchy, and ALSO bergy’s eyes <33333 i’m so <33333

the kiss of life by @stillfertile

FICS:

The “All Caps” series by @makeit-takeit rewired my brain I’ve reread it countless times i think i can recite it by heart.

“hard to be soft, tough to be tender” The Hanahaki fic by @hardforsoftthings I love love love the emotional progression AND denial in both of these fics (also, horny. Thank u)

speaking of which, in less emotionally charged and more horny fics, the “spit cup” and “scratch that itch” non-traditional omegaverse doulogy by @ whitchbhitch (i do not know their tumblr)

+ link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

I’m honestly really proud of my flowertalbo fic, “Inevitably you will burn (as all living things do)” it’s really short (646 words) but I think I did a good job on it :>

Also, I find myself coming back to this one McDrai crack fic, ��Oh Puck No!” idk what possessed me to write it but I had fun with it and i still find it silly and enjoyable lol

no pressure tags: @lindholmline @darkangel0410 @gilliebee @owchar1ie and anyone else who wanna do this!!!

#tag game #i'm not sure about the etiquette of tagging people i'm not familiar with but. yea #hope y'all don't mind <3

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dominimoonbeam · 8 months

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The Truth in Your Skin - 10

The tattoo au continues! Darlin/David, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley. <3 <3

tags: trauma, past violence, scars, angst, hurt/comfort, communication, sex, language, tattoos, piercings, learning to trust, new relationships, found family.

The Truth in Your Skin - 10

They weren’t sure what they’d been expecting from the coverup tattoo, but they definitely hadn’t expected David to lay out four different sketches on the big glass table. He explained each one, the idea he had and the vision. How it would line up and how it would connect to their other tattoos. None of them were an imitation of their own style, but all of them incorporated the watercolors they’d been doing on the rest of their body.

His teeth clicked on the plastic of his pen while they considered the sketches. Was he nervous? Darlin wasn’t sure they’d ever seen him like this before—like he was worried about what his client thought of his work.

They were all good. They were all gorgeous and a lot of work. But they knew instantly which one they wanted—because they wanted it. They hadn’t really expected to want the tattoo more than to get rid of the mark Quinn had left. They hadn’t thought of it as art, not really, they had just thought of it as a patch. But that wasn’t how David had thought of it.

They traced one of the big peonies in the design. He had one like this on his arm.

“We can use a different flower, if you want,” David said. “Or something else entirely.”

Darlin shook their head. They wanted that one. The peony was his style, like the ones he’d put on his own body, and he’d used its lines and its shadows to cover the ugly letters, but he’d added the delicate, colorful watercolors to match their own work. “It’s perfect,” they said and then blushed, taking their hand away from the sketch. “It’ll be a lot of work. We can do sittings whenever you have time but it’s no rush.”

David nodded, turning the design around to look at it again. “I only had the one tattoo this morning. We can start if you don’t have another client.”

Darlin blinked at him.

David held their gaze. “Or we can wait. We can do it afterhours.”

“No.” They shook their head. It wasn’t a secret. It wasn’t supposed to be a secret. That would somehow make it worse.

David was about to say something else when the back door opened and shut.

Darlin hadn’t missed how David waited to break out the sketches when Asher left to get lunch and before Milo and Sweetheart got in.

Asher swung into the room, slurping the last of his soda from the straw like it would be a defeat if he didn’t get every last drop at the bottom.

“Hey, Ash,” David said, nudging his chin toward him.

Asher nudged back, walking past when he stopped short. “Ooooh, what do we have here?”

“Davey’s doing a coverup for me,” Darlin said before they could chicken out.

Asher nodded, eyes on the sketches, nudging one to the side to get a look at the other. “These look great,” he agreed and then gasped dramatically. “Fuck! That means he gets to tattoo you and I don’t?”

David snorted and walked to the printer to scan off the sketch they’d picked onto transfer paper.

Asher was still studying one of the ones on the counter. “This is big. Where you putting it?” he asked, slurping again.

Darlin wasn’t sure if he was really asking or not. They’d sort of figured David would have told him, but then maybe he wouldn’t. David wasn’t exactly a gossip. “My side,” Darlin answered, coughing when their voice wavered a little.

Asher looked at them then, but whatever he thought was hidden. He slurped again and then shook his cup to move the ice around. “David’s really good at cover ups and that one you picked looks amazing,” he said, heading over to his station.

Darlin nodded, shuffling toward David’s bench. Their heart beat faster. David eyed them when he came over with the print out, laying it to the side and prepping his station. He didn’t rush, like he was giving them time to back out. He’d meant it, of course. They could do this after hours. They knew he’d come in early or stay late and never complain about it, just to do it when there was no one else around.

A part of them wanted that. But they wouldn’t do it. It would make something that already felt shameful and twisted a real secret and they couldn’t deal with that too. They’d convinced themself it wasn’t, but that had been easy when they conveniently kept their shirt on.

They shook out their hands like they were going to lift weights, not peel off a light t-shirt.

“Darlin—” David started.

They swallowed and pulled their shirt off, tossing it toward their own station and well out of reach. They stepped up to him, turning just so to give him access to their side. He was so close now that they were breathing in his body wash.

“I’m going to sanitize the area and then we’ll get the stencil on and you can make sure it’s where you want it, okay?” he said, like they didn’t know how this worked.

Darlin huffed a thin laugh and glanced up at him.

He smiled back and shrugged. “It’s not every day you get a tattoo. You should get the whole package. Just wait until we’re done and I tell you how to take care of it.”

Darlin laughed for real then, almost able to hide the sharp intake when he sprayed their side and wiped down their skin before pressing the paper over. He was so careful about getting it lined up just right.

They checked it out in the wall mirror. They didn’t really want to. They tried not to look at it, ever, but they knew that would be weird. They had to at least drag their gaze over the outline of the new tattoo. They nodded before they looked, but they stared longer than they meant to. The bright purple ink outlined what would be, the brutal sharp letters still there, still dark and angry, but the idea of what he planned to do was there too and they could almost see how it could be.

“If it’s not quite right we can move it, or I can change the design.”

Darlin shook their head, eyes misting over. They looked away. “It’s good. Thanks.”

The bell over the front door chimed in the other room and Asher jumped up from his station, tossing his cup into the trash. “That’d be my next appointment,” he announced just like usual and headed off to collect them.

Darlin sat down at David’s bench, leaning back into the deep recline, almost completely laid out, and tried not to let that exposed feeling take root. The shop music seemed louder when they were the one getting the tattoo. They’d never really sat in anyone else’s chair before. They’d done all their own work but for that one time, that one night, and it wasn’t the same thing. They’d been half-knocked out on the floor of their apartment.

They shoved that thought away hard, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about it.

They were shaking. Oh god. They clenched their jaw, trying to will their body to stop.

David settled his hand on their side—not the side closest to him with the stencil waiting to be inked, but their other side. His latex fingers pressed firmly against their skin until they realized he was waiting. They looked up at him, his gaze waiting for theirs. He was steady. “I’ve got this,” he said, voice low but easy to hear even with the music. They were so close. “But if you want more time, if you want to wait, it’s okay. If you want some time to just chill in the chair, we can do that too.”

Darlin stared up at him, knowing he meant it. They swallowed and shook their head again. “I’m good. Do it.”

The corner of his mouth twitched with a smile and his tongue rolled against the inside of his lip, flicking that silver ring. “Always so fucking tough…” He moved the ink tray closer, picking up the needle gun and starting it up.

They had heard that sound a million times. They worked with that hum. They did this for an art and for a living. But for a split second there, it sounded like it had that night. They took a deep breath and forced themself to look at him. At David.

“If it hurts too bad you can tap out,” he said, that smile in the corner of his mouth still.

Darlin smirked back, heart still pounding. “Fuck you.”

He grinned outright, palm to their skin again, over the scars and the stencil, picking his start point. “I won’t tell if you cry,” he continued to tease when the needle touched down.

It wasn’t that it hurt.

Darlin was okay with pain.

It was the trust. It was letting someone put ink on their skin. Their fingers squeaked at the padding of the seat when they tried to hold on, tried to hold themself still, tried not to get up and run.

David didn’t immediately lift the needle, but he didn’t work for more than a handful of seconds before he did. “There,” he said to the work. “One line in. Only like a thousand more to go.”

Darlin huffed, nodding.

He continued. “Put your hand on my shoulder,” he said casually, like that was at all normal.

Darlin blinked, still trying to stay focused on the here and now. “What?”

“Hand. Shoulder,” he said, working. Darlin settled their hand on David’s shoulder.

“If I pull, you’ll fuck up,” they thought aloud.

David smirked again, eyes on his work. “I won’t fuck up. You can squeeze as hard as you need to. I’ve got you.”

Darlin held their breath, watching him, their fingers pressed against his shoulder through the thin fabric of his sleeve. He didn’t look back, all of his attention seeming fixed on their skin and the ink, leaving them free to stare at the side of his face all they wanted.

Eventually they relaxed enough to drop their head back, enough to breathe easier, and even hold a conversation with him. It was okay. It was going to be okay, just like he’d said.

Asher didn’t see the tattoo David was covering up until his own client had left. He came back from the front room, stretching and walking over to get a look at the ongoing work.

He expected something bad, something painful. He expected a scar, like that deep one in Darlin’s lip or the one on their temple.

He came up slow enough that if David or Darlin showed any signs of not wanting him to get a look, he could easily keep walking to the back room and not peek. Asher loved peeking at things, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even be tempted.

Instead, Darlin and David continued talking about Huxley’s game that weekend and whether they should get something to eat before or after.

Darlin tensed the slightest bit when Asher stood next to them, looking down at David’s work. Instead of telling him to go away, they said, “Do you want to get something to eat before or after?” They were trying to sound easy, but he heard that strain like when they’d spoken to him earlier.

And he knew why.

The tattoo was a hack job that screamed anger and violence. He couldn’t imagine they’d sat in a chair for that. Couldn’t imagine they’d agreed to it or let it happen. And he couldn’t imagine it had been quick either. Asher swallowed the grief and rage that tried to bubble up in his chest. He leaned over from overhead, curling an arm around Darlin’s collar and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Before,” he said. If they didn’t want to talk about it, then he wouldn’t. “I’m going home with Hux after the game.”

Darlin relaxed, touching his arm. “We can meet up before and head over together.”

Asher nodded against the side of their head. “Sounds good. You and Davey riding together?”

David huffed and affirmative, gaze flicking up for a split-second to look at them before going back to work.

“Great, then you guys can give me a ride to the game.” He kissed Darlin’s head like it was a deal sealed and jumped up. “I’ve got a date with Huxley tonight. I’m going to blow him!”

Darlin laughed and David groaned, having to lift the needle and shooting Asher an agonized look. “What the fuck, dude?”

Darlin was still laughing so Asher didn’t quit. “Oh please, don’t act like you don’t love blowjobs. Everyone loves blowjobs.”

“This is a workplace, you moron!”

“And? There’s no one here.”

“I’m here!” David looked like he would have thrown something at him if it wouldn’t mean having to change his gloves.

Asher grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Tell me you hate blowjobs and I’ll apologize.”

David turned a shade of red.

Darlin was laughing so hard they were crying, starting to roll onto their side. David grabbed their hip to keep them on their back and continued to glare at Asher. “You are dead,” he mouthed, but the corner of his mouth twitched as though Darlin’s laughter was actually infectious.

Asher held up his hands in defeat and went back to his station to clean up.

He really did have a plan to blow Huxley that night.

It wasn’t so much a written plan as an intent to look for an opportunity to take things to the next level. They’d kissed, they were on the same page, and it wasn’t like Asher was a move-slowly sort of person. In fact, this was the longest he’d flirted with someone without fucking. As happy as he’d been that they hadn’t jumped right into sex, Asher was starting to feel insecure about it. He usually knew why people liked him, why they dated him or partied with him. The longer this went on, as amazing as this was, the more Asher started to get the nervous feeling that he wasn’t giving Hux any good reasons to stay.

Ash was great at good reasons. He was great at a lot of things. He just needed to show Hux those things…

They met up for dinner after Hux got off practice and then went back to Huxley’s place.

It was Asher’s first time at his place.

It wasn’t what he’d expected at all.

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been more plants than he could count, a lush carpet and possibly the most inviting couch he’d ever seen in his life.

“Do you want something to drink? I’ve got like a million kinds of tea and…” Hux started and then trailed off, blushing. “I mean, I’ve got beer too. I’m not drinking because I’ve got a game this weekend but if you want one—”

“No,” Asher shook his head, coming closer to follow Huxley into the kitchen. “Tea sounds great.”

Huxley smiled and it was gorgeous, definitely worth whatever he was in for with tea. Asher leaned against the counter and watched the other guy put on a kettle and pull some mugs out of the cupboard. Huxley was a big guy but he moved so deftly. “What kind of tea do you want?” he asked, opening a cupboard.

Asher grinned. It looked like something you’d see in a witch’s cabin! Full of jars and tins and smelling like flowers. He stepped closer to look at his options like he had any idea. “Your favorite.”

“Huh?” Hux laughed a little, looking back at him. “Mine?”

Asher nodded. “Yeah. I want to try your favorite.”

Huxley kept smiling when he pulled out a tin and told him about the blend and why he liked it. Asher could listen to him all day. He was unhurried and thoughtful. He prepared teabags and cups, the water starting to boil in the kettle.

“Can I kiss you?” Huxley asked.

Asher blinked, surprised. “Yeah! I mean,” he coughed and lowered his voice. “Yeah. Of course. You don’t have to ask.”

Huxley palmed his hip, stepping to the side to be in front of him, boxing him into the corner of the counter and leaning in.

It was unhurried too, like they had all the time in the world. Asher felt electric, gasping at just that slow, deep kiss. The kettle screamed and he whined, squeezing Huxley’s sides because he didn’t want that kiss to end. He sucked at his tongue when Huxley reached out to the side and turned off the kettle without having to move. Asher moaned around his tongue, lifting his shirt up his sides to drag his knuckles against bare skin, gratified when Hux pushed forward into what little space he had, pressing up against him until their thighs were slotting together. Asher’s dick jumped in his jeans at the feel of that thick thigh forcing his apart, pressing up against him. He bucked his hips, rubbing against him.

Asher broke the kiss to gasp, taking the opportunity to tug Huxley’s shirt up, biting his lip and clicking his teeth against studs when Huxley lifted his arms and took it off. Their hips still rolled together.

Huxley groaned, the sound deep and sending a shudder right through Asher. “We… We haven’t really talked about…” Hux said, voice so low now, his hands moving up Asher’s hips and under his shirt, palming his sides. “What do you like?”

Asher’s mind raced. “What?” He ran his palm up Huxley’s chest. What did he like? That was usually his question. Oh shit, he hadn’t asked it first. He kissed Huxley again, squirming against him. “I like you. I like this. I like the idea of seeing you naked…”

Huxley smiled into his kisses, nodding. “We can do that.” He tugged a little at Asher’s shirt. “You too?”

Asher nodded, pulling his shirt off and tossing it away eagerly.

Huxley looked at him, dragging his gaze down over his bare chest.

Asher flushed, nervous for the first time in what felt like his whole life. It’s not like he’d never been with guys bigger or hotter than him before. But this felt… different.

Huxley exhaled with a moan, his hands framing Asher’s ribs, his gaze passing over tattoos and catching on his nipple piercings. “Holy fuck dude…” He lifted him.

Asher gasped, legs spreading to bracket Huxley’s hips when he put him on the counter. Before he could say anything, Huxley leaned in and flicked a tongue against one of those studs before sucking.

Asher clutched at his shoulders, his head thumping back against the cupboard. “If you… If you like that… Just wait until you see… see… oh fuck…” His head thumped again.

Huxley lifted his head to look at him. “See what?” His gaze flicked over Asher’s face, at the two thin rings in his eyebrow, the bar in the bridge of his nose between his eyes, and the stud under his bottom lip. And then his eyes widened.

Asher’s heart clenched again. Why did he care so much how this guy reacted?

Huxley looked down at Asher’s jean clad crotch pressed up against his abdomen.

Asher held his breath.

“Bedroom?” Huxley asked, breathy and voice almost too low to hear.

Asher grinned. “Fuck yeah.”

Huxley grinned back, scooping his thighs to pick him up against him.

Asher wrapped his long legs around him, arms around his shoulders and hands in his hair.

Huxley carried him down the hall, kissing and nibbling his neck. He wanted to trace every tattoo with his tongue and fingers, but not right now. Right now, he desperately wanted to strip Asher down and get a look at all of him.

He’d seemed nervous when he took his shirt off. Hux couldn’t imagine why. He was hot and he definitely seemed into this.

He toed the door open and walked them in. Knees to his bed, he laid Asher down under him. He stole another kiss before moving his lips down his jaw, and his neck, to his chest, fingers working Asher’s jeans open.

Asher’s hand was in his hair, his body squirming under him. He made a string of sounds like he was trying to get words together and Huxley grinned against his side, slowing down just a little. Asher lifted his hips when Huxley curled his fingers into the waist of his jeans, letting him slide them off of him.

Huxley sat up, groaning when he pulled the other man’s pants down his thighs, exposing those dark boxer briefs and the straining bulge in them. He tossed Asher’s pants off the bed, more than ready to grab that elastic band and tug the last piece of clothing off of him, but Asher moved first, grabbing at Huxley’s shoulders and kissing him hard, rolling them on the bed until he was on top.

Huxley let himself be rolled. Of course he did. Asher was tall and lanky, but still not quite as tall as Huxley. He’d always been big and he’d always been careful about that when it came to his partners. If they wanted to roll him, or back him into a wall, or pull him down for a kiss, they definitely could. Asher definitely could. Huxley would gladly let Ash do anything he wanted.

He groaned happily when what Asher wanted right then, seemed to be opening his jeans and stripping him down. “Oh fuck,” Asher gasped softly when Huxley’s erection stood free. He slid down between his legs, until his own were off the mattress and his mouth sucking a spot on Huxley’s hip.

Huxley moaned, looking down his body to watch Asher’s gorgeous face so close to his dick. “You’re beautiful,” Hux exhaled. It wasn’t enough, but Asher’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise, like he didn’t know. How could he not know?

Asher smiled, hand sliding slowly up the inside of Huxley’s thigh. “I want to make you feel good,” he said, breath hot against the side of Huxley’s cock. “Can I?”

He swallowed at another moan, nodding. “Yeah… Yeah, anything, of course.” He gasped and arched a little when Asher cupped his balls, rubbing gently.

“Tell me what you like?” Asher practically purred, lips ghosting the side of his straining dick but still not quite touching.

Huxley tried not to squirm, shivering at the way Asher was teasing him. He almost said, anything. He’d like anything Asher wanted to give him. But that was a bullshit answer to a man with his mouth so close to his cock that if he twitched the right way, he’d slap those lips. “Right now? Right now, I want to know what that tongue stud feels like against my dick…”

The look on Asher’s face told him he’d said the right thing and he was rewarded with that tongue stroking him from base to tip, dragging that warm metal stud along his skin before he wrapped his lips around his head and sucked him down. He took all of him, swallowing and making Hux fist his hands in the bedding to keep from grabbing at Asher’s hair and rocking his hips up into his face.

“Oh fuck… Yes…” Hux moaned.

Asher hummed around him, sucking wetly.

Huxley watched him, Asher’s tattooed arm across his abdomen, the other still between his thighs to palm his balls. His hips ached to flex, his tingling right down to the base. “S-Stop. Ash…”

Asher lifted his head, panting, lips glossy and swollen but eyes alert. “Hux?” He stroked his thigh, the worry in his gaze making Huxley’s heart swell.

“It’s good. It’s too good,” he laughed, sitting up. “I’m not ready to finish.” He caught Asher’s jaw and tipped his face up, kissing him, drawing him into his lap. “I want to see you… All of you. Can I?”

Asher squirmed in his lap, rubbing them together, just the thin black fabric from his briefs between them. He hesitated again. It was fractional but it was there before he nodded.

Huxley squeezed his thighs. “We don’t have to.” He smiled, nudging his forehead against Ashers and moaning when he continued to roll his hips against his. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This is good too. This is so good, Ash.”

Asher’s dick twitched inside his underwear, his breath in tight gasps. Color flushed his cheeks, but he smiled sheepishly. “It-It’s not that I don’t want to. I want to. Fuck, I want to do everything.” He shivered out another breath, still rocking in Huxley’s lap. “I’ve never been shy, I swear… You’re just so…”

Huxley froze. So… So much? Too much? So big? So hot? He’d gotten all of those before. He was intimidating, or just too much. People usually pursued him because he was hot and big, like it was something to try.

Asher swallowed, blushing deeper, the red sliding down his neck and his gaze dropping to Huxley’s chin. “Important,” he finished in an embarrassed whisper.

Huxley stared at him.

Asher exhaled hard. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to, like, make this heavy. I just really like you and usually people that are interested in me that don’t have piercings are kind of… having a good time? Which is fine. I get it. But… I just… I don’t want to scare you off or be a one-time thing… Unless…” He winced, closing his eyes. “Unless that’s what you want, of course.” Those last words came out small, defeated but trying to be reasonable.

Huxley’s heart soared and broke all at the same time. “Fuck, dude.” He cupped Asher’s face, tipping it up to his, his thumb stroking gently under his eye. “It’s not a one-time thing. I like you. I really like you.”

Asher looked up at him, his hands fanning against his abdomen. “I didn’t mean to wreck the mood…”

“You didn’t,” Huxley promised. “I’m glad you said it. I don’t want you to think that I’m just, like, messing around or using you.” He smiled, flicking the elastic band of Asher’s underwear. “And you can keep these on as long as you want, but, like, know that you definitely don’t have anything going on that’s going to scare me off.”

Asher turned his face into Huxley’s palm, biting softly. “Promise?”

Huxley grinned. “Yeah. And I get what you mean. I don’t usually like the way people come onto me and I’ve had plenty of people pretend they were interested when they were really just interested in saying they’d slept with me.” The words tumbled out. He’d never really said them before, even if he’d thought about it plenty.

Asher straightened. “Really? That’s stupid. What a bunch of jerks.”

Huxley laughed, sliding his hands down Asher’s sides to his hips. Important. He thought Huxley was important. He resisted the urge to roll his hips up against Asher for friction. If he wanted to stop here today, they would.

Asher’s fingers curled against the back of his neck, squeezing when he lifted himself and then pushed down, finding contact again and pressing until they both gasped. “Fuck…” Asher whined.

Huxley shivered at the sound, squeezing his hips.

Asher bit his lip and lifted up onto his knees, breaking contact and whining again.

Huxley liked that sound way too much.

Asher blushed again, biting down a smirk and nudging his chin toward the tent in his dark underwear.

Huxley grinned, running two fingers along the elastic band and looking up at him. “Yeah?”

Asher nodded, lip still caught between his teeth.

Huxley curled his fingers into the elastic at his hips and slowly dragged it down, breath catching when the other man’s hard cock was freed. Asher held onto his shoulders and together they got him out of that last piece of fabric.

He had two piercings, horizontal bars one after the other, just under the head of his cock. Asher sat back down in his lap and they both gasped when their naked dicks touched, pressing and rubbing. “Fuck,” Asher whimpered, rutting against him.

“Can I touch you?” Huxley asked, breathy.

Asher swallowed hard, nodding, still hanging onto Huxley’s shoulders and squirming. Hux couldn’t help but imagine him bouncing in his lap with his cock buried inside him. Another time. They were both already so close. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Asher’s cock and squeezing gently, rubbing his thumb against those metal studs. He wanted to suck him off. He wondered what those piercings would feel like inside him, in his throat and in his ass. Another time. He planned to have plenty of times with Ash. He wanted to do everything. He wanted to know every way that drove him wild.

Asher whined, rutting into his hand. “Please… Fuck… I’m already…”

Huxley moaned, pushing Asher’s thigh to press him down into his lap, opening his hand to squeeze both their dicks together. Asher’s sounds got louder, sending chills through his body as he continued to move, his piercings rubbing against Huxley’s sensitive skin. “Yeah. Oh yeah…” He pumped them both, watching Asher. “Come for me. Come on me.”

Asher’s breath hitched. “Oh fuck!” He spasmed and practically danced in Huxley’s lap, coming with a cry, one hand clapping over his mouth in a belated effort to quiet himself.

Huxley shivered, coming with a gasp and a shove of his own hips.

They twitched there together for long seconds before Hux fell back, bringing him with him in a sticky heap. They caught their breath, clinging to each other.

“You should probably show me your shower,” Asher eventually said conversationally into his neck.

Huxley laughed, nodding and stroking a hand down his spine. “Yeah. Do… Do you still want to stay for tea?”

Asher sat up, pushing his mess of hair out of his face to look down at Huxley with a big smile. “I really do. I’ve never had tea before.”

Huxley laughed, thinking he was joking and then stopped when he realized he wasn’t. “Shut up!”

David was still awake when Asher got home, sitting on the couch with a controller in hand and eyes on the screen. “What time is it?” he asked, not looking away from the game.

“Almost two?”

David huffed. “How’d it go?”

Asher tossed his keys onto the table and shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it on the hook on the wall. David glanced at him, quickly assessing the state of his best friend. Asher grinned.

David went back to his game.

“Are you asking how my plans went?”

David rolled his eyes and groaned in disgust.

Asher practically skipped over, dropping himself onto the couch next to him. “Do you want all the details or just the highlights?”

“Please god no,” he deadpanned.

“I think we’re in a relationship!” Asher crowed.

David scrunched up his face. “I would think so… You were planning to blow the guy.”

Asher laughed, picking at the leftovers of David’s dinner on the coffee table. “So you do remember the plan!”

David clacked buttons, eyes on the screen while Asher ate cold fries. Finally he asked, “So, you had fun?”

Asher nodded. “So good. He’s amazing. And we had tea!”

“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

“It just means tea,” Asher insisted.

David wasn’t sure he believed him but he also didn’t want to ask. As long as Ash was happy and his date wasn’t a complete asshole, David was good. He actually liked Huxley. He wasn’t sure he’d ever liked any of Asher’s partners before.

Asher picked up the other controller, leaning back into the couch.

David exited his game and went into multiplayer mode.

“That tattoo on Darlin…” Asher said, voice low now, like if he was quiet enough no one would ever hear.

David’s jaw twitched. “Yeah.” Their first session had gone so well, better than he could have imagined. He was ready for them to have to wait, to start and have to stop, but Darlin got more comfortable with the work the longer they sat. David was the one who had to call it a day.

“That son of a bitch.” Asher murmured in the dark, thumbs smashing buttons and zombies blowing up on the screen.

“Yeah.” That son of a bitch.

#tattoo shop au #redactedverse #fanfic #asher/huxley #david/darlin #milo/sweetheart #things got steamy #read those tags #dominimoonbeam #<3

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darlin-collins · 11 months

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Red paint

We've been talking about parents darlin anf sam and here's my take on it

Sheeesh it's been a year since I've written a redacted fic, tell you what you think (good, bad, advice, ANYTHING, i wanna learn how to write)

Notes: sam&darlin / a little girl oc/some blood and injuries are mentioned, nothing major, just what we had on the second sam audio, hiding an injury, dark past, dead parents, a lil bit traumatized child, fluffy angst if you will, slightly edited and read before being posted, soo yeah, no beta we die like the girls parents

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They opened the apartment's door as quietly as possible for someone in their state, a hand pressed to their side,having limped their way up stairs, and vision blurry from blood loss

They tip-toed to the couch and sat there, breaths leaving their lungs in quiet pants and sighs as the tension built in their legs was somewhat relived and for a moment, and they were tempted to just close their eyes... Only to open them again, wide, as the realization doomed on them, they're currently bleeding,, if they do fall asleep they might not wake up once again, and as much as the idea appealed to them they can't leave, not yet, not if Quinn is still out there, not with the the child sleeping in their room, oblivious to what's happening around her..

With a curse they sat up, reached their phone from their pocket, the screen broke, again, Lily will be mad that her little art pieces won't look good anymore, they need to fix it tomorrow if they wanted to avoid her lecture about being careful with a phone and paying attention when its in their hand

They chuckled at the thought, if only she knew why their screen is always broken like this

With blurred eyes they barely managed to hit the contacts bottom, so they just called most recent number in the list, it's not david, it's certainly not another pack member,so who can it be-Oh.. It's the cowboy from the other night

They sucked in a breath "hey cowboy" damn it hurts to talk, but they kept their voice low

They heard him chuckle on the other side "it's Sam"

"it's whatever" they joked, " ya know any private healers, ones that keep their mouth shut?" they hoped that their words weren't as slurred as they think "why? Are you alright?" he asked "yeah I'm ok, i just got in some fight,pretty banged up though " they whispered "what- well how bad is it, are you alright?? " his voiced raised a little, filled with worry "shhh keep you voice down, i said I'm fine, it just needs a patch job" they answered, covering the bottom of their phone to make less sound "why haven't you gone to a healer yet?" his voice came out muffled, well shit... "they'll ask questions! "

"They'll ask questions!?" he echoed in disbelief, huffed "when the do just tell them to shut up and heal you" his voice was only getting higher "hushhh! " they said, again "keep it low!" "Where are you?" he asked "my place? " it was an answer, but it sounded more like a question "no like- address?" he corrected "the heck you wanna know my address for?" they censored the word "hell" mostly out of habit now "because I'm not having you bleeding out on my conscious when i can do something about it", what?

"now address " "wha-" they started to ask "-address. " he ordered again, they sighed and gave him the address "I'm coming over" what!? What!!??

"wait no-" the line hang up

Well fuck

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He barely got to knock on the apartment's door when it swung open, the wolf appeared, behind it "you look rough" he commented, they leaned away from the door opening it wider so he can enter "just keep it down" they whispered, going back to the couch and sat there, head falling into it, sharp eyes still monitoring his every move, he sat besides them "can i touch? " he asked gently, voice low, they blinked, surprised, and his heart ached at the thought of them never been asked something like that, and once more his gaze trailed down the lines of scars that littered their skin, now covered in blood, and it confirmed his theory "so?" he mumbled again, they unfreezed and nodded, whispering something about him being here to heal them and still asking.

A while into the healing he noticed that the wolf is trying to keep themselves quiet, and whenever his voice would get higher, they tell him to keep it down, and he worried if they had a head injury,

"did you take any hits to the head? " he whispered, "no, why? " they asked him back "well you've been keeping yourself and me quiet, i suspected that your head hurts from noise" he reasoned "no i didn't hit my head, it's... Complicated " they said

They sat in comfortable science after he was done with healing them, that is until he heard a door open, the wolf looked at him, wide eyes, and mouthed "hide" as they stood up

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Tank stood up and went to the back of the couch, making it seem they're just leaning on it, giving speace to the vamp in their living room on the couch to lay on it and be out of sight.

"hey Lily" they smiled as the little girl appeared out of their room

"tank! You're home" she said happily "what where you doing? Why is your clothes all red"

"i was painting using red paint" they lied

"really?! Can i see it" The girl asked

"sure, little radiostar"

Lily is a 10 years old child of two, sonal energetics that died at the hands of quinn before tank met him,he lied to them and told them he saved her when he found her parents dead, she lived with him for a while, him wanting to make her like him, before he and tank fought and he fled and left her behind they had to break into his place so they could take her, but to avoid the pack knowing all of this they didn't tell the department about her, which left them no choice but to take care of her and not traumatize her, not anymore than what quinn did already, she probably woke up from a nightmare and came looking for them.

They croushed under the couch and pulled out a painting, it had red paint on it in different shades and shapes

They tried to be quiet when they strained one of the freshly healed wounds on their body, they stood up and showed it to her

"wow! it's so beautiful!" her eyes shined and sparkled and they wished they weren't laying to her again "i want to help you finish it!"

"yeah? Well i was already planning on coming over and finishing it tomorrow, so how about you go back to the room till i shower and join you? And we'll deal with it in the morning? " they sing-sang to her "ok!" she jumped, turned around and close the door behind her again

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Sam listened in shock and awe to the wolf and the a little girl talking, how they laughed, how they almost were happier because she was around, and then the girl went back to the room, and they turned to look at him over the couch.

They mumbled a thank you let him go on his way

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"So yeah that's what actually happened" tank looked a their 15 year old teen that glared at them, she's taking to call sam dad, which made them go nuts because "you know him for 5 years! You've known me for 11! Why does he get to be called dad and im just 'tank'??" as they put it

"red paint my ass" Lily rollled her eyes

"well it's your fault you thought i was capable of doing any type of art" they responded "expect martial art of course" they added

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Please if you're one of the 6 people that saw this when i saved my draft and it got posted pretend you didn't:)

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #redacted asmr sam #redacted asmr darlin

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moon-blanket · 7 months

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Waking up to the Monarchial Summit video dropping was the scariest notification of my life.

IT'S TIME !!!!! IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TIME !!!!!!!

FIFTY ONE MINUTES ???? Holy fuck this is going to be the longest post in the world i'm so sorry.

Shaw Pack Boys gettin' ready to head off !!!1 YIPPEE !!! I love hearing all of the Pack and their mates interacting oh my god it fills me with glee every time.

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William still isn't answering calls ?? Hey dude you NEED to get some kind of act together. Vincent needs you !! His silly little music bit was very heartwarming though :') HE GAVE LOVELY A CROWN !!!! OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO SOB AND CRY ON THE FLOOR FOR EONS. He's so nervous about if they like it or not oh my god. oh my god. HE PUTS IT ON THEIR HEAD !!!!!!! CALLS THEM BEAUTIFUL !!!!! WELCOMED TO MONARCHY !!!!! SAYS THEY WEAR IT WELL !!!!!!! HOW CAN I BE NORMAL !!!!!!

"You're my heart, and it is such a privilege that i get to stand at your side. Thank you, for being a part of my life, baby. The best part." I AM WEEPING PLEAAASE WHEN IS IT MY TURN.

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Please tell me Samuel Collins has dressed for the occasion. Please tell me it's to the Nines. Remember my big post about doing Anything in the world to see it. Yeah hi hey. Let me see it.

Sam being a Butter Pecan Ice Cream lover makes all the sense in the world and more. Of course he would dude.

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Porter flipping on Vincent and Not bringing Treasure to the Summit is a low blow. Babygirl you can't keep doing this.

Vincent asking Lovely if He can be the one to punch him this time. What a slay. Love you forever.

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VINCENT WELCOMING THE PACK IN WAHEEE !!!! I can hear the awkwardness because he didn't know beforehand. He called them enjoyable !! moreso than other people !! David saying that Vincent and Lovely both having a spot at their table i'm falling to my knees.

Uhoh, they're already getting job offers !!

Asher asking him to blink twice if he needs help, and Milo saying that he looks like he has a gun to his head. LMAO. Help this poor man.

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Vincent's reassurances that Lovely is being a good host :(((

House of Bennett !!! The king seems. So.... nice. wow.

The prince calling him "A kid in his dad's suit." UHOH. And asking for Alexis immediately. That isn't unassuming at all.

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ALEXIS ?????? ALEXIS SOLAIRE ????? THE ALEXIS SOLAIRE ??? IN THE PRIME UNIVERSE ???? HELLO I SUPPOSE !!!! NICE TO MEET YOU !!!

Alexis asking if they'll turn into a vampire or die and leave sam without them !!! Hey what the fuck !!!! That's kind of sick and twisted !!!

Darlin' being like "I can solo her" is SO REAL. I can do it too. Let me at her ! LET ME AT HER !!!!

Alexis's reasoning for turning Sam from her own mouth !! That's fun to hear. Fuck that !

PORTER HERO MOMENT ? Oh my god their back and forth. I'm LIVING FOR IT !!!! THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING !!!! Calling her a family disappointment made me choke on my water.

Him asking if they're alright, even if it was to stop a fight from breaking out. SAM IS BACK WAHOO !!!

SAM IS ABOUT TO GO OFF ON ALEXIS !!!!! GET HER BABY !!!! AND DARLIN' FOLLOWS !!!!! LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE WOOOOO !!!!!!!!

---- HOW ARE WE ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH DUDE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN ----

David getting a message about being Careful of William. Saying that Quinn had to have come from Somewhere, somewhere with Friends. That William is a horrible judge of character. And dragging all of the fuckin' clan members LMAOOOO.

Man the House of Solaire is a mess huh !!!!

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SAM LETS FUCKING GO !!!!!! GET HER ASS !!!!! God while it's raining also. It's like a scene from a movie. God I could just IMAGINE the hard stare the two of them exchanged before Alexis finally gave in (in her own way). and the IMMEDIATE zip off from Sam after he heard what he wanted. What a work of art.

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ASH AND MILO !!! YIPPEE !!!! AND PORTER IS TALKING TO THEM ?? I am going to go fucking crazy oh my god dude I'm going to go NUTS.

(Hey off-topic, but this background music is something that shows up in someone else's videos that I watch and I got So Fucking Confused for a second LMAO. Okay we can carry on)

Immediately asking Sweetheart if they're an investigator for the Department, as well as having a Time Crunch-- is VERY SUSPICIOUS.

HEY HE KNOWS ABOUT CLOSEKNIT ??? PORTER YOU CAN'T ALSO BE IN TOWN FOR CLOSEKNIT. HEY YOU CAN'T ALSO BE INVOLVED.

ONE OF CLOSEKNIT'S CURRENT BACKERS IS HERE ?? THE HOUSE OF BENNETT ?????

Okay Porter you're maybe a fuckin' hero. Even if you have potential strings with this.

Telling Sweetheart to get in and listen and get out seems SCARY !!!! HEY THIS COULD BE A SETUP FOR SOMETHING !!!!! HEY UHOH !!!!

Milo being worried for his mate !! hey me too !!!!

Oh my god it's been almost two years since Inversion. oh NO Ash doesn't know what Milo did that night.

Even through his worries he immediately stands up for it when Ash is a little wary about it. :')))

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SWEET SAM AND DARLIN' MOMENT IN THE RAIN !!!!!!! I'M GONNA EAT THIS UP !!!!!!!!!

Sam stickin' around Alexis even after showin' her true colors, saying there is a heart in her somewhere deep (deep, deep, deep) down in there somewhere. Even if he hates her with everything he has.

He found one of her "real person" moments from her when they talked. Just like a movie dude, i'm tellin' ya.

Him reassuring Darlin' that they can absolutely handle themself, but she is a problem that He "brought" in to their relationship-- so he wanted to at least Help. And deal with his own problems.

HE CALLED HER A BITCH DUDE LET'S GOOOO !!!!! COMMON W.

Darlin' saying that their problems are shared :'))) what if i just scream into the night.

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Uuuuuh-oh. Asher pulling David and Angel to the side. Telling the what's-up.

David and Asher exchanging some kind of look about it oh my GOD what another scene from a movie. I'm so proud of Asher for asserting his decision. He's grown so much !!!

David saying he Knows that Asher can do this. THAT'S BEST FRIENDS RIGHT THERE !!!! WOOOOO.

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OH MY GOD SWEETHEART EAVESDROPPING.

"We risk losing ground" Closeknit ? The House of Bennett ?? Why are they against demons ? Why did they put their stakes (no pun intended) into CloseKnit ?

SWEETHEART ARE YOU MAKING NOISE ??? SWEETHEART BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOING !!!!!!! HEY YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL.

WHY ARE WE CUTTING IT HERE PLEASE ARE THEY OKAY.

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Oh my god Porter starting a fight with Vincent so that they can take away attention from whatever Sweetheart is doing with House Bennett.

I understand that Vincent can't know because of time constraints, but i can't imagine how he feels when it's Suddenly happening in front of EVERY important person in the Vampire circle of Dahlia. At least that makes the fight convincing. .... hahah ......

HEY KING BENNETT IS DEAD ???? HEY WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED ???? SWEETHEART ???? HEY SWEETHEART WHAT HAPPENED ?????? ARE YOU OKAY ????? PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU DID THAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW DOES ALEXIS KNOW ??? HEY HOW DOES SHE KNOW BEFORE SOMEONE FOUND OUT.

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THAT'S WHERE IT ENDS ????? HEY WHAT THE FUCK ??????? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT ????

I AM GOING TO GO BERSERK DUDE !!!!!!!!!! HOW LONG UNTIL THE NEXT VIDEO ???? HEY ARE WE OKAY ???? SWEETHEART IS CHILL RIGHT ????? WE'RE COOL ?????

how can I carry on normally after the events that have transpired. Hey i'm in shock and awe. What a great video, by the way. Giving it all of the flowers it deserves and more. But i'm So !!!! afraid for what happens next !!!!!

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted spoilers #moon's thoughts #redacted monarchal summit #I'm NOT tagging every individual character that appears in this audio dude i'm sorry LMAO #I'M GOING TO GO FUCKING CRAZY ABOUT THIS FOREVER !!!! WHAT !!!!!!! WHAAAT !!!!!

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