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✿・PUSSY MAKES THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND !!!

⌘ [ fem!reader ]. fingering ( receiving ). pussydrunk!childe/heizou. edging/overstimulation. toys e.g vibrators. semi public. hair pulling. spanking. praise/degradation. squirting. possessive. [ COLLAB WITH @beelenciaga <33 ]

☑︎ 𐄇𐄇 dark content ahead. 18+ only ♡ 𐄇𐄇

⌘ childe & heizou.

✖︎・CHILDE.

he’s generally obsessed with your sloppy cunt, pushing you onto the bed and not even having the patience to take your panties off diligently— instead he just rips em off, rubbing your sweet clit whilst admiring your wet pussy, practically drooling at the sight of it. sure he wants to shove his cock inside but god does he wanna get a taste first. his tongue licking over your hole and up to your clit. sucking on it before releasing it with a ‘pop’, giving a quick kiss. “mm im gonna have so much fun with you babe”, a deep chuckle escapes from his throat as he wields an iron grip on your thighs. he’s intent on eating you out until you claw at his shoulders, roll your eyes back and just until you break.

fingers gushing in n out of your pussy. the squelching resonates into the crispy night air— the cool air from the open window assisting you to avoid overheating. it all felt so good! “a-ajax! mmn-m!~ please m-m’gonna cum”, and he’s so hyped for your juices to spill into his mouth, “yes baby that’s it, cum mhm good girl let it all out for me!~”. his pleading is the turn that causes you to lose yourself in bliss and pleasure, however he doesn’t seem to stop— pushing up to your sweet spot, prodding the tip of his fingers into the one nerve that had your back arch and squeeze your thighs between his head. childe knew he was going a good job but he never expected you to squirt. his cock straining in his pants. your slick dripping off his chin just as he swallows all of your cum. and when he was finished licking you clean, “oh woah. mm fuck that was hot. do it again!!~”, childe asks with a huge grin on his face, grinding the bundle nerves in figure 8’s.

“ tapping out already? awww cmon, don’t be a partypooper, just one more!!~ “

✖︎・HEIZOU.

shikanoin heizou. one of the greatest detectives but also one of the greatest teasers i mean seriously how long is he going to keep up with this joke of his?? he’s got your legs spread open whilst you sit on the comfy chair in his private office. honestly seeing him on knees is quite the view but what was worse was the fact he has not let you cum at all and it’s been 40 minutes! the pain is just searing- your clit is aching and you’ve never yearned for release so much!! “h-heizou p-please i can’t u-unghhh i can’t!! wanna cum!! mmmg!~”, your pleads fell on deaf and ignorant ears. “awww this cute cunt slutting out just for me?? i can’t let you cum baby i need to taste more!~”.

three fingers shoved deep inside your cunt, thrusting rapidly yet teasingly grinding inside of you when you’re so close to cumming. he constantly promises you that if you keep holding your orgasm, when you actually release it’ll feel so much better than normal. you would’ve thought he’s done teasing you but no instead he focuses on holding a small vibrator to your clit the vibrations pushing you to the edge but not strong enough for you to relish in bliss. “you think you deserve to cum? been so obedient for me haven’t you?”, he questions whilst spanking your ass, the slight jiggle of flesh causes pre cum to ooze out of his clothed cock. soon enough, he decides to show enough mercy and grants you permission to cum— orgasm so powerful that you manage to squirt all over his palm and lips, and making a mess all over but fuck. heizou would be lying if he claimed it didn’t turn him on.

“ i know you’ve still got enough energy for one more, shit m’gonna fuck you like the toy you are, mhmm~ “

✿・TAGGING: @kxisuke + @currysrealm + @leathernourishingshoepolish + @stygianoir + @lex-lee-666

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Knight Terrors: The Joker #2 is out and I have never had so much to chew on in my life. I'm trying to moderate my enthusiasm so I stop exceeding the image limit making these posts, but there is so much going on!!

(spoilers ahead as usual, along with violence, gore, and death as usual)

At the end of last issue, we were left with the mystery of what exactly is up with supposedly dead Batman's reappearance, but this issue answers that pretty quickly:

This is at first presented as Joker's dream-within-a-dream, but later we get confirmation that Joker is sleepwalking as Batman. Sleep-vigilante-ing. Sleepigilanting. He's a Batman Who Jokes!

With Joker awake, we find that some time has passed, and now Joker is married to Lena, the wife of Johann to whom Joker showed some kindness back at the real-world hospital before she died. They also have a child, Albert, who was also a dying patient at the hospital.

The poster is for an actual movie I haven't seen, but it's about a scientist who is betrayed by a wealthy patron who takes credit for his work, and then becomes a beleaguered clown who has a heroic and tragic end. Oh, Joker likes a movie about a clown who was betrayed by a rich guy? You don't say!

At first I was amused by the onesie, but then the story returns to Joker at work and we see that he's no longer wearing a plain gray suit. He's in his usual Joker colors, perhaps indicating that he's found comfort in this humdrum life? This corporate dullness is his identity now? Oh dear.

Also he's interviewing Mr. Freeze.

Joker asks why Freeze wants to work at WE, and Freeze says he wants to lay low now that Batman is killing people. Like the last issue, Joker insists that Batman is dead, and he also acts like his memory of his old life is fading.

Fair point, Victor, but I don't think you're getting the job.

Is Poison Ivy Joker's secretary?? Well, no one would look for her there, I'm sure. So long as she resists the temptation to poison her boss.

Cut to night: Joker starts sleepwalking.

Oh my god, Joker has his own dour bat-monologue. Batman's truest fanboy.

This brings me back to Joker War, when Joker told Bruce that Gotham City didn't want to be saved. But here Joker is, protecting her dead body for/as Batman anyway.

Gremlin Batman, being up front about his MO.

These clowns are with Gaggy, who sadly cannot get Joker to remember him but does receive some TMI.

Poor Gaggy. ANYWAY, we cut to a corporate baseball game between Wayne Enterprises and freaking LexCorp. In dreamworld, Jimmy Olsen works for Lex, at least until he jokes about how with Joker's sports ability, he should be called Batman.

omg AND BRUCE IS THERE

Damn right Joker is your man, Bruce!

Talk. Dinner. At Bruce's place. IT'S A DATE. So much packed into an instant classic batjokes panel.

When Joker arrives at the manor, Insomnia is there, and… like… there is so much going on.

- Joker seems to recognize Insomnia as his boss, but then instantly accepts that he's now Winchester, Bruce's butler. (Not sure if Joker noticed Insomnia was also the umpire at the game.)

- Insomnia tries to say that Bruce was called away, in a classic Batman bit, and when Bruce shows his face, Insomnia seems perturbed. He doesn't want Joker to talk to Bruce.

- YEAH BRUCE IS WEARING THE KILLING JOKE OUTFIT. The tourist costume that Joker wore when he shot Barbara. Alright. Okay. Alright. Okay.

There is so much going on!!

You may have noticed that Bruce called Insomnia Windham, not Winchester, and he misnames him again here, as Winthrop. Joker regularly does this to people, particularly henchmen.

Also, Joker earlier told Bruce that he can't eat seafood, but that's all that's being served. lol

Here's an extended version of a gag from Batman 1989, and also Joker noting that his sense of humor has resulted in lawsuits (but not in him being fired, of course). There's an implication that Joker's been muting his personality at work, adding a layer to all the jokes he unleashes when he sleepfights as Batman.

The next bit just calls for the full page.

- Bruce saying the world needs a little craziness, that the city needs Batman, so that life makes sense, so that it isn't boring.

- Insomnia trying to stop the conversation twice, and shut down by Bruce twice (again with the wrong names).

- Bruce saying he wouldn't be the same man if Batman died and indicating he knows Joker feels the same way. Batman is integral to both of their identities. Just laying it out there that Joker is acting as Batman so the city doesn't lose something irreplaceable.

- Bruce saying, jk, Batman is fine and whatever is wrong with Johann, Bruce must have dreamt it up. He's telling Joker what's going on in reality, that Batman is fine and this is a dream!

- Insomnia blames Bruce's rambling on a seafood allergy, but he's applying a trait of Joker's to Bruce. He's just strengthening the connection.

And maybe the allergy is supposed to be real for Bruce too, and not a throwaway, and he's eating like a ravenous animal, because he doesn't care, because like Joker he dives into danger even when it's idiocy. And because Bruce basically is Joker. Joker sees them reflected in each other, but also Joker's subconscious is telling him all this to bring himself back to reality. The TKJ outfit on Bruce of all people is glaring signal meant to shake Joker out of it. It's just wrong. But it's also that Joker is hearing the truth from someone he really knows. Yes, it's not the Bat who laughed with him in the rain, at the futility of trusting each other, but the face behind the mask is the man who wanted to help him anyway. Maybe Joker does want to trust him deep down I KNOW I'M RAMBLING THIS IS A LOT

And it all gets into Joker's conscious thoughts too. He's, uh, distracted at work the next day.

Hey, Freeze got hired after all!

HR can't have you being silly, Joker. You start killing people at work again like a good Batman nemesis, and then you might take the dream in a different direction! Insomnia doesn't want that, and he tries telling Joker that Bruce is just messing with him.

And Joker intends to clear his head, but when he goes home he discovers his secret corpse is no longer well-kept.

Batman's corpse, face down and ass up. What an image!

Joker's old life will not be suppressed!

As Joker loses it, he's contradicting himself. All this time he's been saying Batman is dead, but now it's "he tried to make me think that Batman might have died." Either his thoughts are scrambled up, or "he" actually refers to Insomnia, or maybe both. But regardless, now Joker needs to prove that Batman is alive. If Batman is alive, then the boring little life Joker has made for himself makes total sense. Batman has always made Joker's life make sense.

Joker resurrects his old skills and creates a plan to catch the Batman, but the logic behind it is that Batman is uncatchable. So if Joker's plan fails, then the Batman running around is real, and everything is okay. Then of course Joker takes a "nap" so we can see this plan come to fruition.

It starts with a gaggle of violent clowns attacking a couple on the street. "Batman," with no memory of this plan, appears to stop them, and is overwhelmed.

And one of the clowns releases toxin.

The Batman was caught, and he's exposed. He's not real. He's Joker, and he's dying. Batman is dead, and everyone needs him. Joker needs him.

And it's with this revelation that Joker wakes– and we get confirmation that it's shot-in-the-head, sewer rat Joker who is having the dream! This has to be confirmation that he's the real one, doesn't it? Right?? It's possible the other Joker had his own dream… But I have a soft spot for the underdog. I hope he's our guy and Mr. Waffles defects to his side. Then everything will be right as rain!

Speaking of, Joker does seem to shake the dream off pretty well. For now, anyway.

I wasn't sure how to interpret this at first, but I figure it's just that Joker doesn't care too much for these friends, and having weird dreams about Batsy is more appealing even if they're nightmares about losing him and becoming a defanged normie.

Still, I expect this nightmare will bolster this Joker, who started out lost and despondent, in his efforts to get rid of his doppelganger and re-establish himself as Batman's one-and-only nemesis. Maybe bring some flowers to smooth over the divorce thing, apologize for trying to cut his face off…

#knight terrors: joker #the man who stopped laughing #joker #bruce wayne #batjokes #spoilers #my jibber-jabber

[steves-strapcollection]

Gerry's WIP Wedneseekend!

This was hugely helpful for me last week in just getting Words Down for the strap!verse which has now become an actual fic rather than a series of smutty one-shots oops so now I'm gonna do this to focus on my fics for Lex's Summer Challenge!

DISCLAIMER: I am only calling it WIP Wedneseekend because it stresses me out to "limit" myself to one day and I think it's fun!! Please do not feel like you also have to do a whole thing too if you're tagged or see this.

The Rules

I post the two prompts I claimed as a poll

Y'all vote in the poll and send me asks requesting a snippet of the fic of your choice

For every vote a fic receives, I will commit to writing 100 words on that fic. For every ask I receive, I will commit to writing an additional 100 words. (So if one gets 10 votes, and 5 asks, that's 1500 words)

At the end of the weekend, I will have completed fics to prepare for posting by the end of the month!

I will post a snippet of what I wrote and tag everyone who requested a snippet!

The Snippet - "Can I braid your hair?"

“Can I braid your hair?” Eddie blinked over at Steve, eyebrows high on his sweaty forehead while he held his hair up off the back of his neck. He could swear he felt heat pouring out of his head. Summer had descended on Hawkins with a vengeance, as if in retaliation for the brief handful of weeks in the Spring when the portals to a frigid hell dimension opened up and attempted to take over their world. Granted, summers in Hawkins tended to be hotter than Satan’s taint, especially around Independence Day, but Eddie figured he was allowed to be noisy and bitchy about it if he wanted. He almost died—first at the hands of a town full of angry, scared hicks, then by a swarm of demobats—and this was his first summer officially free of Hawkins High, the other frigid hell dimension in that shitty town. If Eddie had to spend the summer in the sweaty armpit of America because of dumb bullshit like “recovery” and “physical therapy” and “being under observation,” he was going to bitch and moan and throw all the tantrums he wanted. It helped that all the stupid bullshit (like recovery, and physical therapy, and being under observation) meant that Eddie got to spend a lot of time with Steve outside of the apocalypse. They were both lucky enough to be Under Observation together, courtesy of both of them being the favoured chew toys for the demobats. From there, Steve just started staying close to Eddie, taking him to and from physical therapy, helping him with his exercises at home, coming over when Eddie was in too much pain to get up to use the bathroom, let alone get up and locate painkillers and take them. It had been a while since Steve had to help him on a particularly bad pain day, at least one that extreme, but Steve still came over almost daily. Usually, they would just hang out and eat junk food, smoke a bit of pot sometimes, usually watch whatever movie Steve brought over from work. Sometimes, Steve would suggest they go for a drive and they would just do that, make like they would leave completely. “We could get out of here, never look back.” Worded like a comment, spoken like an oath. “You wanna run away with me, Stevie?” Tone teasing but lined with a hollow desperation. The air in the Beemer would change the moment that question fell from Eddie’s lips, the way Steve’s arms flexed as he squeezed the steering wheel captivating. Most of the time, Eddie doesn’t hear an answer from Steve, other times he hears a quiet but teasing, “Of course, Eds.”

The (no pressure) Tags

These are mostly just so people can vote if they want ;p

@scarcrossdlvrs @patchworkgargoyle @stobinesque @inairbinad @legitcookie @thefreakandthehair @sidekick-hero @yournowheregirl @judasofsuburbia @wynnyfryd @steddieas-shegoes @pizzaqueen @starryeyedjanai @starrystevie @scoops-stevie @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @xenon-demon

#wip wednesday #wip weekend

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Not me thinking about Kara gently hooking her thumb in Lena’s open mouth, both gasping against each other’s lips as kara makes love to her 😭😭 yeah I’m all in favor of you writing this one first 🥹

I'll be perfectly honest, I can't remember the exact scenario that this ask is referring to, but this visual has been stuck in my head for weeks, so I had to do something with it! This is also in the spirit of some of the more . . . shall we say . . . salacious prompts and headcanons I've received, I hope it lives up to expectation!

FRIENDLY REMINDER that sexy times should always be safe, sane, and consensual! And you should also only have the kind of sex described here with someone you trust and who wouldn't actually hurt you or abuse you. Sex can be like a really vulnerable thing, and Kara and Lena have had plenty of previous discussions about hard and soft limits, and even thought they are VERY angry at one another, neither of them are in any real danger and they both know it. Also, AFTERCARE doesn't take place in the text of the story, but it is EXTREMELY important and does happen with Kara and Lena in this particular setting . . . eventually.

Anyways, I feel like this one needed a disclaimer lol.

Fragile

If the ride up the elevator to the penthouse takes forever, then the biometric scanner at the door somehow takes even longer.

When she built the damn thing, she built it for protection, not for speed, but as she waits on the iris scanner to process through the one million specific data points that make it practically unhackable - even by Lena herself - she finds herself rethinking her priorities.

Because right now she needs nothing more than to be inside her apartment, locked away from the world.

The penthouse was her one solace.

Her one impenetrable place.

Everywhere else had been invaded.

By the media, the DEO, Lex, Cadmus, you name it.

But here, here was safe.

Luckily, Kara will be held up at the DEO debriefing that Lena had run out on for at least another hour or two. By then, Lena will have had time to scrub Kara's biometrics from the apartment entry software and fully lock herself in her apartment.

Her own little fortress of solitude.

She almost laughs at the irony.

She's too angry to laugh, too hurt - too angry at being hurt.

How dare Kara - how dare Supergirl, for that matter- call her out for her 'reckless behavior' in front of Alex and the other DEO agents.

Her plan was well calculated, and she was very aware of the risks she was taking by going through with it.

Besides, she made it out with barely a few bruises.

Only because Kara rescued you. the traitorous part of her brain unhelpfully adds.

The locks on the door finally click open, and she lets herself in, fully re-engaging the security protocol behind her.

Lena is well and truly pissed.

She doesn't remember being this pissed in a long fucking time; and she's certainly never been this pissed at Kara.

How dare she?

Really!

Of all the nerve!

To try and publicly admonish Lena for something she herself would have done - has done - time and time over.

Just because she's Supergirl, she thinks she can be all self righteous and holier-than-thou and you know what?

Fuck her.

Fuck her and her stupid cape, and her stupid heat vision and her stupid flying and her stupid fucking hair and . , ,

"Yeahhughh!" Lena shouts, slamming the control panel of her security system closed. There, let Kara try to get in now.

Good fucking luck.

Unless she just decided to use brute strength and force her way in.

But Lena had just had to listen to a thirty minute lecture about how perfect fucking superheroes never do anything "unethical", so that would be a little out of character, now wouldn't it?

With a few quick switches, she brings down the bulletproof shades down over the floor to ceiling windows looking out over National City. After only a moment's hesitation, she also brings down the lead shades she'd installed.

Let Kara wonder what she's up to and worry about her.

Serves her right.

With one final look over everything to make sure she's locked in tight, Lena heads to to the kitchen. There's a bottle of Scotch with her name on it, and she thinks it's high time she indulges. She even goes for one of those fancy circle ice cubes that her chef insists make everything a 'designer cocktail'; but after she pours a couple of fingers into her favorite glass, something stops her.

It's Kara's voice in her head - because of fucking course it is - asking tentatively if maybe she should talk about her problems instead of trying to drink them away.

And you know what?

Fuck that, because the memory of Kara is quickly ushered along by one of her therapist - and she is not in any sort of mood to be thinking about therapy of all things. Without giving herself time for second thoughts, she pours the amber liquid down the drain with a scowl.

Damn it, if Kara can ruin a good glass of Scotch, then she can ruin just about anything

With a huff, she heads to her master suite, because if she can't self harm with alcohol then she can at least take a scalding hot shower. And maybe that's not exactly healthy either; but Kara's voice in her head is silent at least, and besides, she needs a shower. She knows that her hair is a mess and she's pretty sure Alex was crinkling her nose in disgust whenever Lena stepped upwind of her at the debriefing.

Guess entering the alien ship through the trash chute wasn't her most hygienic option; but hey, it got the job done at least.

She turns the shower nozzle on as hot as it will go, and then waits for steam to fill up the bathroom before she sheds her clothes and steps in.

It's only a few minutes before her skin is red from the heat but she feels marginally better; the smell of lavender and mint permeating the bathroom.

When she eventually becomes numb to the sting of the water, she turns the knobs in the other direction until she's being blasted with water so cold that it almost feels like she's doing one of Alex's ridiculous ice water plunges.

She washes her hair twice before she's satisfied enough to move on to conditioner, and she alternates the water temperature between the two extremes at least four times; that and the extra attention from her loofah leaving her skin feeling tingly and raw.

As she stands in front of the mirror drying her hair with a towel, she has to admit that the shower was definitely more productive than the drinking. Plus she still has a clear head and all of her faculties.

Faculties that she can use to plot petty revenge on her girlfriend.

The thought gives her pause.

Was Kara still her girlfriend?

They hadn't exactly broken up, but they hadn't exactly talked either.

Well, besides Kara having the audacity to call her attempt to save the world 'hare-brained' and 'borderline stupid'. But now Lena has effectively taken away Kara's keys to her apartment, and it's not like Kara has bothered to try and come by anyways.

Maybe they were over.

Good riddance, in Lena's book.

She didn't need Supergirl, or Kara Danvers. Or friends for that matter. Or the DEO, or game night, or Kara eating ice cream with her at three in the morning when she can't sleep or -

She doesn't need any of it.

She was doing just fine on her own.

Just like she was doing just fine on that alien ship before Kara came to 'rescue' her.

Angrily, she yanks a hairbrush through any tangles the conditioner left behind, and throws on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt.

But damn it if it isn't one of Kara's t-shirts that she accidentally pulls out of the drawer.

She doesn't realize it's Kara's until after she's pulled it over her head ,and even though tears sting her eyes at the realization, she doesn't take it off.

It's one of the plain white v-necks that Kara likes to hang around the apartment in, and it's slightly too big for Lena. Muscles and aggressive lounging have stretched it out, and it's soft almost to the point of threadbare.

Fuck it.

It's her shirt now.

She's claiming it.

Not in a 'steal it from your girlfriend to be cute' way, but in a petty theft kind of way.

Hows that for 'unethical'?

She'll just tell Kara to add that to her long list of crimes against humanity.

She pads into the living room, frowning when she sees the blinking light on her security camera monitor. Who could possibly be bothering her now?

A quick look shows that it's not the lobby camera but the balcony camera, and she flicks the feed over to see Kara - Supergirl - hovering outside.

She should have guessed, really.

Of all of Kara's annoying qualities, tenacity was certainly one of the top five.

Kara's gaze shoots to the camera, almost as if she senses Lena watching her.

"Lena, I know you're in there." Kara's voice is pleading, but Lena makes no move to answer; instead shifting her attention to her cuticles. She could really use a manicure, and she makes a mental note to text Jess later.

It's a long moment before the camera's speaker sounds again.

"You took my biometrics off of the balcony door lock."

. . .

"I'm going to assume that you took them off of the inside door as well, because you're nothing if not thorough." Kara spits the word out like it's derogatory, and Lena can't help but feel a spike of sinful pride.

The silence lasts a good five minutes this time before Kara speaks.

"Damn it, Lena! Let me in!"

There it is.

The anger Lena's been waiting for.

Normally Supergirl stays so calm and proper, but occasionally, occasionally, she lets that Kryptonian temper fly.

Lena allows a hint of an evil grin before she shuts the camera monitor off and walks to the refrigerator. Just because she can't use her fancy ice cubes for whiskey, doesn't mean she can't use them in a sparkling water; because nothing says 'gloating super villain' like a bottle of water that costs more than Kara makes in an hour.

So, she fixes another glass with ice and pours the water in until the bubbles almost spill over the top. Then she takes a long, refreshing sip - letting the hint of lemon-lime in the effervescence tickle her nose.

You're not a super villain. You're not a villain at all. the voice in her head reminds her.

The thought should bring her peace, but instead it only infuriates her more. Just because she chooses to do things differently than Supergirl doesn't mean that Kara gets to guilt trip her about it.

She does a lot of good for this world.

A whole hell of a lot more good than anyone in her family has ever done bad; despite Lex and Lillian's best efforts. She's more than made up for her family name, and she's more than proved herself an ally to Supergirl, and how dare Kara try to make her feel like anything less.

She drains the glass before slamming it down with a little more force than necessary.

Fuck.

Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

She braces herself against the kitchen counter, staring blankly past the glass doors of the cabinets at the cups and bowls meticulously stacked inside.

She's not sure how long she stands there before a loud crack from living room snaps her attention away. She turns to see Kara standing just inside, the remnants of Lena's door lock dangling from her fingertips.

Lena clucks her tongue.

"Well, well, well; Supergirl breaking and entering, aren't you just the little deviant."

Kara's eyes are flaming with anger, and Lena's half surprised that she hasn't been melted into the floor with heat vision.

After a long staring contest, Kara walks towards Lena's work bench in the corner and tosses the pieces of door lock on it.

"Right, cause I'm just Miss goody-two-shoes."

"If the shoe fits." Lena smirks at the cleverness of her own pun, but Kara's scowl only deepens as she stalks into the kitchen.

Her gaze darts around before settling on the empty glass on the counter and then the still open bottle of Scotch. She gives Lena a hard glare.

"Really, Lena? You leave me outside so you can what? Get drunk and ignore your feelings?"

Kara's voice raises as she speaks, and the end of the question comes out in a bellow; Kara's face red and angry as she reaches for the bottle of Scotch and pitches it across the kitchen.

It shatters against the countertop, and once again Lena's finds herself grateful that she always invests in durable building supplies.

Normally, Kara would look petulant after any sort of outburst, but in this case it's seemed only to fan the flames of her ire. Her entire body is shaking so much that she's practically vibrating.

Years of dealing with the Luthor family drama is the only thing that lets Lena look unbothered, despite the discontent in her chest.

"I was drinking water, actually, but thank you for getting rid of the rest of the bottle, I'm trying to cut back."

Kara almost has the decency to look scolded, but it fades quickly.

"You are . . ."

"What?" Lena snaps.

"Completely infuriating."

"You just can't stand it that I can fix things without your help, can you? It really gets under your skin that I can do just as much good as you without parading myself as some sort of paragon of honor and justice."

Kara barks a laugh.

"That's what you think this is? You think I'm upset because you're trying to do good? Every time you go off on one of your hare-brained schemes -"

"There's that word again, you know you'd think for an ace reporter you'd have a broader vocabulary." Lena can tell by Kara's shift in posture that her words hit home, and she allows herself a moment to gloat before Kara's steely blue eyes settle heavily on her and she feels the breath seep out of her chest.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to make me angry." Kara's voice is dangerous and low, igniting something in Lena - a feeling she can't quite place.

In an odd sort of way, It feels good, to have Kara angry at her.

To have Kara expressing something instead of that stone cold facade she'd held at the DEO. Lena craves it, needs it.

Needs something to distract her from the aftermath of delayed panic and guilt that's starting to overtake her.

"Maybe I am."

Lena knows what she's doing is basically like dangling raw meat in front of a bear and daring it to chase after her.

Kara studies her for a long moment before lifting her gaze away. The silence floats around them like a fog as Kara stares off in the distance - her stare fixated on something that isn't really there. Her fingers drumroll heavy on the counter and the durability of the quartz counter top is tested for a second time that night.

Lena can see the muscles of her jaw clenching and unclenching, teeth grinding together so harshly that she briefly wonders if the creation of diamonds would be possible under such conditions.

After a few long, tense minutes, Kara's gaze settles back on Lena and she shifts under the weight of it.

"Do you think," Kara takes a slow step forward before repeating herself. "Do you think I do it for you? Do you think that when you recklessly throw yourself into danger that I just drop everything and rescue you, for you? Do you think you're so important that I just risk everything for you?" She's close enough now that her breathy laugh ghosts over Lena's face.

"I'm a very . . . selfish woman, Lena. All those times that I threw caution to the wind, that I risked the very fate of the universe in order to save you - I did it for me."

Kara's gaze is threatening to burn a, (quite literal), hole in Lena's skull and she can't help but take a step back. Only, Kara follows, and now Lena's boxed in between her and the counter. The exact definition of a rock and a hard place.

"Do you know why, I always rescue you, Lena?" Both her tone and the fingers tracing Lena's cheekbone are overtly tender, but right below the surface is an edge of sharpened steel.

"Because I have lost everything , and I will not lose you." Kara's hand drops to Lena's neck, thumb pressing harshly into her bottom lip.

It's some sort of animal instinct that has Lena tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck like a dog to its alpha.

Kara's eyes study her face for a long while, as if she's cataloguing every detail for her sketchbook later.

Lena uses the opportunity to analyze Kara.

Her blonde hair has been washed of the grease that had been streaking it earlier. and she smells faintly of ozone and unfallen rain, and Lena wonders how much time she spent circling in the atmosphere before she decided to stop by for a visit.

Long enough to get pissed, by the look of barely concealed rage on her face.

That's ok, Lena's pissed too; and she's never been one to back away from a fight.

"If you would just listen to me -" Kara starts but Lena's already heard enough.

"You mean if I would just shut up and do what you tell me."

"That's not what I said."

"But that's what you meant, isn't it? That your life would be easier if I would just fall in line and do things the Supergirl way. Spoiler alert, Kara; the Supergirl way isn't always the best way."

With one last, defiant meeting of their eyes, Lena sidesteps out of Kara's reach and uses a broom to start sweeping at the remnants of the broken Scotch bottle on the floor.

She can feel Kara's eyes on her, but she very pointedly ignores her, choosing instead to keep her back positioned to the superhero.

When the majority of the glass is scooped up and deposited in the trash, she reaches for a washcloth, wetting it in the sink before turning her attention to the shards of glass on the countertop, carefully wiping them onto the dustpan.

"Lena."

The plea in Kara's voice is evident, but Lena still ignores it, forcing herself to stay focused on the task at hand.

"Lena."

This time Kara is more insistent, and her hand reaches out to rest on Lena's shoulder, but Lena shrugs it off with grunt.

Before can even process what's happening, Kara is spinning her around; pressing Lena's hips hard into the counter with her own, bending her backwards until her head is trapped against the cabinets.

Kara's laugh is dark.

"Do you even realize how fragile you are?"

Lena can't deny that Kara's aura is a little frightening, and her hands scramble for purchase on the counter, looking for anything to give her leverage. She feels the fragment of glass under her finger like crumb a split second before she registers the prick of pain.

"Shit." she jerks her hand up, trying to examine the wound, but Kara intercepts it, closing her fingers around Lena's wrist in a bruising grip. Lena's tries unsuccessfully to snatch her hand back, but Kara doesn't relent; her tone mocking as she smirks.

"See? Fragile."

"Stop that, I'm bleeding."

"What, you don't want me to clean up your mess this time?"

Lena just thought she was mad before.

If looks could kill, then Kara would certainly be dead from the daggers that Lena is shooting into her skull.

Before she can voice a come back, Kara's lips close around the tip of her finger, sucking away the dark red droplet of blood so she can get an unobstructed view of the wound. It irritates Lena to know that Kara can hear the uptick in her heart rate just like she can hear the way Lena's breath catches in her throat at the intimate action.

Kara's eyes narrow as she examines Lena's finger, and Lena knows that she's using her x-ray vision to check for hidden injuries.

Hidden injuries.

On practically a fucking paper cut for gods sake.

She uses Kara's distraction to successfully jerk her hand away, but in less than a split second, she's been recaptured and whisked to the sink. The water is cold as Kara holds the offended finger under the stream, and Lena can't help but roll her eyes.

Just like Kara to be over protective and smothering - a fact that's even more evident when Lena feels the rush of wind as Kara super speeds to the hall closet where the first aid kit is kept and returns with a bandaid and antiseptic in hand.

Kara's look dares Lena to argue with her, and Lena chooses to pick her battles.

So Lena holds still as Kara cleans and dresses her wound, minor as it may be, green eyes attempting to bore a hole from one side of Kara's head to the other. Finally, the job is finished, and Lena turns her glare to the bright yellow bandage around her finger.

She huffs angrily.

"Kara this is fucking ridiculous, I'm more than capable of - "

The sound of a fist connecting with the wall startles her, and she looks up to see Kara hulking over her - eyes dark and cheeks red.

"You still don't get it, do you?" Kara glowers, and once again her hand settles on Lena's neck. This time, her thumb gently massages at Lena's pulse point.

Lena knows, knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that Kara would never hurt her; but her point is loud and clear -

If she wanted to, she could.

The realization sends a shiver down Lena's spine as her eyes shutter closed. She swallows against the pressure on her throat; and when her eyes reopen, Kara is closer than before - blue eyes harsh and glinting as she dares Lena to resist.

Lena doesn't exactly fight her, but she doesn't back down either. For a few long, tense moments, their breath mixes in the air between until Lena isn't quite sure if it's Kara's imposing presence thats leaving her weak in the knees or if it's too much carbon dioxide from their shared air.

"Do it." she dares Kara in a whisper.

"What?"

"Don't play stupid." Lena's voice is raw and broken with emotion, and again she swallows pointedly against Kara's grip; never breaking eye contact.

"We both know you want to hurt me."

Kara doesn't respond verbally, but her fingers flex against Lena's neck.

The tension between them is tight, like a bungee cord about to break; and Lena isn't sure if the resulting snap will bring them crashing together or send them falling apart.

"Do it. Show me you're the only one who gets to break me apart, Supergirl."

Kara's reaction this time is instantaneous.

She lifts Lena effortlessly onto the countertop, stepping between her legs as Lena's head and back slam into the cabinet.

"Fuck." The word is barely spoken before Kara swallows it - teeth clashing against Lena's as her tongue lays claim to Lena's mouth.

The kiss is hot and heavy and possessive, and if Lena thought she was low on oxygen before, she's running on fumes now; her breath panting at every split second of relief she's given from onslaught of Kara's lips. The hand on her hip is bruising, and the hand on her throat moves to fist in her hair. It's too much and not enough; and her own hands are against Kara chest - pushing her away or pulling her in, she isn't really sure which.

Before she can process what's happening, her sweatpants and underwear are yanked off and thrown across the room, and she's hissing as the coldness of the countertop meets her bare ass. Kara makes quick work of her stolen shirt, Lena's negligence at putting on a bra after her shower leaving her nipples peaked and aching as they're exposed to the air.

Then Kara is pressed against her, the material of the super suit rubbing against Lena's still tender skin. But, Kara is warm, so warm, the heat radiating off of her like a furnace; and Lena tugs her impossibly closer, ankles locking around her waist. She shivers as er cunt rubs agains Kara's pelvis, the one place of connection where Lena is hotter than Kara.

"Fuck." Lena repeats, only this time it comes out half slurred, Kara's tongue thick in her mouth.

She should really be careful what she wishes for, because Kara shifts and the hand that was on her waist is now inside her - three of the fingers, anyway, judging by the stretch. It hurts, but she wants more, something inside of her needing to feel Kara's raw power. Kara may need to see that she's the only one with the power to destroy Lena; but so does Lena. Whether she admits it or not, today's close call has left her frightened and vulnerable, and she needs reassurance that Kara will always be there to save her.

So she clutches at Kara, one hand gripping her cape and one on the elbow of the hand that's inside of her, the seam of material that loops over Kara's palm chaffing at her sensitive skin while Kara thumbs her clit. Kara's fingers slip almost completely out before they piston back in, knuckles slamming in so hard that Lena feels her pelvic bone jar with the force.

She's losing all aspects of higher brain function; the only sounds she's capable of making are keening half syllables of desperation. The hand in Lena's hair applies a steady pressure, pulling her back until Kara has easy access to her neck. Lena know as soon as those warm lips give way to teeth on her collarbone that she going to be relegated to high collars for a least a week to hide the bruising.

Kara leads a wet trail down Lena's chest, her fingers never slowing their violent rhythm. As her lips close around Lena's nipple, encasing it in a warm, wet heat, Lena feels her brain short circuit. There's nothing but white hot heat behind her eyes and down her chest, exploding out of her center.

She can feel the wave of orgasm cresting already, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Kara must feel her start to tighten because she pulls her head back from Lena's chest and releases her vice grip on Lena's hair. That hand moves instead back to Lena's neck, and this time the pressure isn't merely suggested - it's real - leaving Lena gasping helplessly for air as she chases her release. Her eyes roll back in her head and the rollercoaster is just about to come crashing down the hill when Kara's hand moves again to, (almost gently), cup her chin before her thumb hooks into Lena's panting mouth and pulls their foreheads together.

"Look at me when you cum." Kara growls, and Lena has no choice but to obey. Their eyes meet in a storm of blue and green, pupils wide with lust and fury. The sight is enough to send Lena past the point of no return and her body shakes uncontrollably as her cunt spasms around Kara's still thrusting fingers, her slick spilling into Kara's hand.

She might black out, she's not entirely sure; but when she comes back to her senses Kara's forehead is resting on her shoulder, and her fingers are still thrusting inside Lena - albeit at a much gentler pace.

"Kara." she chokes out in a strangled cry, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her release.

"I've got you, I've got you." Kara promises fervently as she slowly withdraws her hand from its ministrations and scoops Lena up into a bridal carry.

It takes all of Lena's strength to wrap her arms around Kara's neck; but then Kara's lips are on hers, soft and gentle this time. It's easy to lose herself in the kiss, the emotion, the perfect bliss of Kara's embrace. At least until she feels Kara's lips curl in a smirk and she pulls back to see her girlfriend sporting a very self satisfied smile.

Something is triggered in Lena at the almost gloating expression on Kara's face.

Despite the emotional and physical high she just experienced, she can't help but feel a sense of wounded pride at the fact that Kara, in essence, won.

Yet again, Kara gets to play the hero, swooping in and 'rescuing' Lena at the last minute; carrying her distressing damsel off into the sunset.

Lena levels her gaze at the superhero.

Kara coming away from this feeling like the victor?

That, that simply won't do.

Luthors may lose, but Lena - Lena never does.

Whew! We all need cold holy water showers now! There will most likely be a part two to this if reception is good.

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #fanfiction

[story-weavr]

A Reconciliation?

In reference to a previous post of mine:

This is sort of a mix of the previous chapter + Silver Age + Smallville + Modern versions of Lex Luthor

I still blame @andyboops

After the accident that blew up his lab and made him permanently bald, young Lex Luthor was even angrier at the world.

He pushed away his only friend and did everything he could to leave and never return to Smallville.

**********

Years later, Lex Luthor, one of the most powerful & influential men in the world, met his one-time friend again.

Clark Kent, once a boy whose intelligence rivaled that of Lex, was now a mere reporter. One who quietly trailed behind Lois Lane as she confidently interviews Luthor.

Lex pretends not to know this reminder of the most painful and pathetic period of his life.

Clark, not completely hopeless, followed his lead. That, however, did not stop him from asking questions as well.

Nor would it stop him in the future from sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

Clark Kent was categorized as an annoying reminder at best. At worst, he was Lois's attachment. One whose only independent work mainly stemmed from in-depth interviews of the individuals related to Superman cases.

... and then The Incident happened.

***********

One of his (now-former) employees decided to attempt an assassination on Lex disguised as a hostage/ terrorist attack.

And, even though he never leaves his home without some form of bulletproof attire, he ends up getting tackled.

Not by a member of the security staff at the event. Oh no, they are far too busy dealing with the obvious attackers and panicked guests to notice what seemed to be a guest taking out a gun.

Not by one of those vigilantes. The one who actually showed up was dealing with a meta and some thugs wielding rather impressive weapons.

Not by his hidden bodyguards. No, they got cut off or silenced at the beginning of the attack.

No, no, Lex Luthor got pushed away, onto the floor, by a person famous in his circles for his dumb luck at getting out of dangerous situations.

Dumb luck that had apparently run out for Clark Kent judging by the amount of blood coming out of the hole in his chest.

Lex barely noticed as the gunman went down to fire from security.

Surrounded by his remaining private security (who would receive pay cuts, at best), Lex could hear them urging him to move to a defensible position. Instead, Lex ordered them to cover him.

Lex found himself next to a pale Clark, pushing his custom-ordered Armani coat into the wound.

Despite all the noise, he could somehow hear his one-time friend:

"Lex? S-sorry... lo- I love-"

The slowed-down world suddenly sped back up when Lex was literally wrenched away from Clark.

In half a second, the man could only stare dumbfoundedly at the blood puddle where Clark Kent lay dying.

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

The billionaire later learned that Supergirl had rushed the wounded to various medical institutions. Apparently, the extent of the reporter's injury was severe enough to warrant treatment at STAR Lab's medical research labs.

Due to the nature of the lab, visitors beyond family were not allowed. Law enforcement had to interview Kent via a telephone call which was barely allowed by the doctors.

Two. Very. Long. Weeks later:

Clark Kent left STAR Labs and returned to his apartment. Despite the Daily Planet's generous employee package, the barely recovered man still opted to return to work, albeit mostly sticking to his senior reporter office shared with Lois Lane.

Not missing an opportunity, Lex had his PR office arrange a private interview with Kent.

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

In one of his private offices, Lex Luthor, for the first time in what seems a lifetime, faced Clark Kent one-on-one. With no one else but them.

At first, Clark, polite smile only slightly marred by pain and exhaustion, stuck to professionalism: asking questions about one of his transportation businesses that from Lois Lane would have been biting.

Eventually, the billionaire found a moment to ask the question that was bothering him: "Why did you save me?"

Clark, solemn and looking him straight in the eye, simply stated that it was the right thing to do.

Lex angrily asked, "Then what the hell was that about? What you said before?"

Clark calmly stated, "It's irrelevant."

Lex's eyes narrowed, "Excuse me?"

Clark sighs. Lex is five seconds from blowing up when Clark says something that startles him.

"I know you set up the attack. The man who organized it, your ‘missing’ employee, saw an opportunity to take you out. But the whole attack was a scheme for several purposes."

Lex could only watch silently as the reporter started calmly listing them.

"A distraction for the superheroes while LexCorp weaponry was smuggled to Santa Prisca for further distribution.

An advertisement for LexCorp's new securities acquisition.

A threat to the mayor to push for rezoning of one of the neighborhoods by Hob's River so that a new LexChem facility can be built which would serve the dual purpose of keeping up with legitimate business and a cover for smuggling.

Those are just a few reasons."

Clark and Lex just looked at each other silently. Lex breaks it first.

"A rather interesting theory. I suppose you have some proof to support that claim."

"I do not. And I do not write what I cannot prove."

Lex crosses his arms, smirking at the other man, "You think that lowly of me?"

"No, I just know you."

Lex's eye twitched. "Finally done pretending?"

"I didn't start it."

"Well then, Clark," Lex leaned forward, a nasty smile in place, "how have you been? I see the years haven't treated you well."

The other man just looks at him, quietly. Lex, irritated, sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"You still haven't answered my question. Why did you save me? Especially considering what you believe of me."

Clark looked sad, "You already know, Lex."

"And what? Are you expecting some type of reward?"

"You being alive is enough for me."

Lex snorted at the sentiment. Clark merely asked, "Are we done? Because I need to get back to the office."

Lex then asked something he himself did not realize he wanted to ask.

"Why did you never try to get back in touch? In all those years?"

Clark looked surprised... and hurt. Looking down, he seemed to be thinking back to their shared childhood. After a moment, he looked up.

"First, answer this question."

Lex looked at him.

"Did you... did you mean it? That you thought that I... that I was the one who set the fire? That I deliberately didn't help you?"

Lex regarded the man, pained quiet desperation on the journalist’s face.

"... No,” Lex answered seriously, “If I really thought that, I would have long since made you pay. No," his tone shifted to flippancy, "I knew it was dear old Dad who ordered the fire. He just didn't know that the arsonist was also hired by one of his senior executives to murder me."

At Clark's pained face, Lex continued, "And I know you couldn't have done anything. The chemical leak caused you to black out. You were lucky enough to be alive, much less without significant injury."

"Yeah, 'lucky'" Clark snorted.

"So," Lex questioned, "was that it? Some survivor's guilt and false accusations by an emotionally immature teenager?"

Clark looked at him. "Something like that."

"Well," Lex continued, "feel free to toss that as I have never truly blamed you for what happened."

"... Thank you."

There was a moment of awkward silence. It was broken by the reporter.

"I... I really do need to go back. Perry's asked me to mentor some of the new interns," the journalist said as he slowly raised himself from the seat.

"Ah, yes," Lex replied.

As the other man went to the door, Lex found himself speaking.

"You know, LexCom is always looking for talent. I'm sure you would be most welcome."

Clark, standing by the door, just stared at the man who wasn't looking at him at all.

".... Lex. I have... never given up hope. That you would become the man you always wanted to be. The man I still believe that you can be."

Lex turns his head to look at him.

"But I refuse to look away," Clark continued, "I'm not going to allow myself to be willfully blind to what you are doing. I know you, Lex. I know that you are better than this. And I pray, that someday. Someday, you'll know that too."

"Goodbye, Lex."

The man, once a farmboy who looked at Lex with shining eyes, softly closed the door behind him.

Lex just stared at the door, lost in memories of what had been... and thoughts of what could have been.

*********

So, where does it go from here?

#my work #superman #story ideas #clark kent #please writers #please write this #superman comics #lex luthor #clex #kryptonian #inspired #romance #tragedy #crime #smallville #metropolis

[femininefutbol]

she like likes you

idea from here (107)

prompt: you have been best friends with alexia putellas for you entire live but suddenly those feelings change into something more 

word count: 2k 

a/n: it is my first time writing in this sort of style so i hope it isn’t horrible, please let me know what you think! 

-

You are sitting in the locker room before your game, it is a big one, probably the biggest game you have ever had to play. The Champions League Quarter-Final, the El Clásico, the sold out game at Camp Nou. 

As much as you are excited, you are also extremely nervous. As a lifelong culer you know how important this game is not just for the team but also for the fans, you know you have to play well and make your team proud. 

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Alexia asks tentatively, waving her hand in your face in order to gain your attention. 

“I’m fine la reina” you reply teasingly, knowing how much Alexia hates the nickname the world has adopted for her. 

“Clearly” she teases back, “we are heading out for warmups, meet us out there” Alexia states sweetly turning to leave the locker room. 

“I can come now, wait a second” you raise your voice, making your way off the bench to follow Alexia out of the room. 

“Unless you plan on warming up with no socks or shoes on I will be meeting you out there” Alexia responds with a cheeky wink causing you to look down at your feet, seeing that you are in fact not wearing socks or shoes. 

-

You make your way out onto the pitch looking around in awe, there are already dozens of people making their way into the stadium and soon enough you will be playing in front of them and many more. 

“(Y/N) finally! We thought you had died or something” Mapi teases pulling you over towards her group so you can join in the warmups. 

“You thought I was dead and didn’t even bother to check on me?” you ask in mock offence. 

“Nah, that is the captain's job and she didn’t seem too concerned that you weren’t out here so we weren’t too worried” at Mapi’s mention of Alexia you look over to where she is warming up on the pitch. 

For the first time ever you notice just how beautiful she looks with her game face, it isn’t the first time you have seen her stoic look, it is essentially her default look but it is the first time that you have really appreciated it. 

Suddenly a ball hits your feet, you look around to find where the ball came from as you do you notice Alexia jogging towards you, a small smile tugging at her lips as she begins to speak to you. 

“Hello, (Y/N)” Alexia waves her hand in front of your face again, just as she did earlier in the locker room. 

“Yeah, what sorry?” you ask, having not heard what she said previously. 

“I said, are you feeling okay? Do you need to be checked out by the medical team? I know you want to play but if you aren’t feeling well it will be better to rest now and hopefully be well enough to play the semi-finals” Alexia rants on worriedly, obviously concerned that something is wrong with you due to how distracted you had been all day. 

“I’m fine Lex, it’s just a big day, a lot to take in, I will be okay to play though” you respond, your cheeks slightly flushing as you think about how concerned Alexia is about you. 

“Okay good, I wouldn’t want to not play the biggest game of our careers together” Alexia smiles brightly, a rare occurrence for her on game days, “now get back to warmups, we don’t want you straining a muscle” she states with a stray chuckle as she heads back across the pitch, juggling the ball she initially came over to receive. 

“So when are you going to tell her you like her?” Mapi asks, a small smirk tugging at her lips. 

“She knows I like her Mapi, we are best friends” you roll your eyes, actually beginning to warm up so you will be ready to play. 

“She knows you like her, but she doesn’t know you like like her” Mapi emphasises the use of the double ‘like’. 

“Are we in grade school?” you ask, not waiting to receive an answer as you jog away. 

-

Before you know it you are lining up in front of the massive crowd at Camp Nou, looking around proudly as you realise that your childhood dream is coming to fruition. 

Everything you have ever dreamed of is right in front of you and you just can’t wipe the smile off your face. 

The first half of the game is probably some of the worst football you have ever played in your life, you know it and everyone else does too. 

Making your way into the locker room you keep your head down, even though this game is equal at 1-1 and Barcelona are up 4-2 on aggregate it still doesn’t stop you from being completely disappointed in your own efforts thus far. 

There is the classic talk by the coaches and Alexia about pressing higher, not giving the ball away, finishing chances, you don’t really listen to them though. Instead you sourly reflect on how horrible you had been, this was your chance to live your dream and you were absolutely ruining it. 

“Are you sure you are okay (Y/N/N)?” Alexia sits next to you without any warning as the rest of the team breaks off into small groups, speaking to each other about tactics for the next half of the game. 

“I’m not sure I am, you should tell Jonatan to substitute me out for the second half” you respond, a frown on your face as you resent every word tumbling out of your mouth but you know it would be for the benefit that someone else plays instead of you. 

“I’m not going to do that” Alexia states casually, rather than replying you look at her curiously, wondering why she would potentially allow for the downfall of the team when she could just use her power as the captain to make the decision to bench you. 

“You are an incredible player (Y/N), this is a big occasion, it is daunting for all of us but now we know what to expect, we have all played an admittedly horrible half of football but now we go out there, show everyone what we are made of and prove that barca are the best team in the world” she encourages you, smiling brightly as a small smile tugs at your lips due to her pep talk. 

“This is why you are the captain, la reina” you tease. 

“As your captain I am now telling you that you need to stop calling me that” she jokes back, you can only tell it is a joke due to the small giggle that escapes her lips as she walks to the door of the locker room, preparing to lead the team out for the second half. 

-

The second half does not start as well as Alexia’s pep talk made you believe it would, you are playing better sure but that doesn’t stop Real Madrid from scoring their second goal of the evening. 

Now that they are only one goal behind there is a real change in the attitudes of your teammates and yourself, everything is much more serious and everyone is much more hungry for a goal. 

A few minutes after Real Madrid’s goal you receive a pass from Jenni, you dribble the ball into the 18 yard box finding space between two of their defenders, you fire the ball straight into the bottom right corner not even giving Misa a chance of saving it as the ball makes it’s way into the back of the net before she can get her hands on it. 

You run across the pitch proudly kissing the Barcelona badge, when you come to a stop you immediately find yourself in Alexia’s arms, herself being the first teammate to reach you. 

“I knew you could do it mi amor” Alexia whispers in your ear, quickly moving away from you to allow the rest of the team to celebrate your goal. 

Less than five minutes after your first goal you find yourself in space to score another, a wayward pass from Fridolina hits the side of your leg, you are able to run to the ball that tumbled forwards from the contact, you control it quickly and kick it up into the top right side of the goal marking that your second of the game. 

You find yourself sliding on your knees in front of the fans proudly showing off the Barcelona badge again, pride radiating off you as you have just scored a brace in front of the biggest crowd of your life at Camp Nou. 

Again the first person to reach you is Alexia, she lifts you to your feet, a huge smile on her face, “you are incredible, never doubt yourself again” she speaks sternly, the smile never leaving her face. 

“Now time for your goal” you tease knowing there is no way this game could come to an end without Alexia scoring.

“Nope, time for your hattrick” she responds with the same teasing tone. 

Neither of you knew that you’d actually both be correct. 

The next goal is credited to Alexia as it tumbles into the goal, no Real Madrid defenders or Misa able to stop it. While not the prettiest, the entire crowd goes absolutely wild. Alexia bows to the crowd, as she does you giggle slightly, not able to contain your excitement as a bow to the crowd is definitely a reasonable enough excuse for more ‘la reina’ teasing. 

The final goal of the game is then yours, a cross from Fridolina that deflects off Aitana and into the air gives you the perfect opportunity to poke it into the goal, securing you a hattrick and Barcelona a definite place in the UWCL semi-finals. The goal celebration is much the same, a knee slide with Alexia being the first person to reach you. 

“Fancy seeing you here” you tease as she hugs you tightly. 

“I am so so proud of you (Y/N/N)” is all Alexia responds, no teasing back, the sincerity in her voice makes your heart swell, a new and unexpected feeling occurring. 

-

After the match the team and yourself walk around the stadium celebrating the massive win with all the fans. At some point, somehow Alexia finds herself with a drum, the entire team hyping her up as she plays it and the rest of you singing along in celebration. 

Once she hands the drum back to the fan, she looks at you and you would know since you are looking directly at her, a stupid grin resting on your face in admiration of her. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, not quite understanding the nature of your stare. 

“She like likes you” Mapi comes up behind Alexia speaking quietly so only the three of you are able to hear. 

“MAPI!” you yell causing the defender to back away with her hands in the air, laughing as she knows the damage is already done. 

“Is she telling the truth?” Alexia steps closer to you, you look down immediately not feeling brave enough to look her in the eyes. “Mi amor, is she telling the truth?” 

“I only started releasing these feelings today but yes I think she is right and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, we can just be friends, I’m okay with that, more than okay actually-” you rant, scared of the reaction that your best friend will have to your admission. 

“(Y/N)” she states softly, placing her hands gently on your cheeks to force you to look at her, “I like like you too” she chuckles, a wide smile left on her face as she finally had the opportunity to admit to her not so little crush on you. 

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Part 29 - The switch

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Series Masterlist

Part 28 -- Part30

Pairing: Marshall x Lexi | August x Anjelica | Mike x Dani | Sherlock x Elena (In that - recurring - order)

Summary: Some of the Crescent Street boys - and their girlfriends/ situationships/ let's face it at this point Marshall and Lex are just a 'situation', not even a 'ship' - go on a ski trip...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, (mention of) oral (f receiving, vaginal, anal), p-in-v, some interesting miscommunications, mention of sexual trauma, mentions of illegal activity...

Word count: 7.8k

A/N: Alright, so instead of writing this chapter 4 times, like I did with the NYE chapters, I decided to switch POV's a bunch (Which always goes in the same order: ML, AA, MD, SE.) Apparently stuff like that ends up being nearly 8k. I'd say I was sorry, if I was actually sorry, which I'm really fucking not, honestly.

I like this chapter, I hope y'all will, too! (There's some uncharacteristically sweet August and Ange, and there's a very confused Sherlock, and a very adorable Mikey, and.... The good news is @deandoesthingstome gets her M+L Shower Scene, but it's probably not the hot, steamy event you hoped for, sorry girl...)

@deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos @geralts-yenn

“I’m off,” August said, a hand already on the door handle.

Marshall raised an eyebrow. “Off to where?”

“Ange,” August answered indifferently.

“Isn’t she sharing a room with Dani?” Marshall asked, not catching on.

“Dani will be with Mike,” August said, fighting to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Every second he wasted standing here was a second closer to the whole plan collapsing. Ange wouldn’t be happy, then. And neither would he. Or Mike, or Sherlock, or either of their girls, for that matter.

“Mike, who’s sharing a room with Sherlock?” Fuck. He didn’t have a complete grasp on the scheme yet, but enough to know something was up. Pun not intended.

“Yes. Sherlock will stay with Elena,” August said, opening the door so he could make a break for it if he had to. And he had to.

“Elena is sharing a room with…” Marshall tried, but August smiled and quickly stepped out. “Walker! Son of a bitch!”

He had no choice but to let himself fall back against his pillows and wait for the soft knock on the door. Actually, he did. But it would ruin the night for six people, and… maybe there was a part of him that didn't want to murder his friends for this obvious setup.

He opened the door with trembling hands. Why were they doing this? They’d been right to keep him out of this; he’d never have agreed to it!

“Hi,” Lexi said as soon as he opened the door. She pushed him aside and walked into the room. “We need to talk.”

“These bathtubs look just about big enough for the both of us,” Anjelica said, sliding her hands into August’s shirt.

“That's been a while,” August hummed in return, his lips brushing the skin of her neck softly, while memories of that evening alone at Anjelica's parents' house made their way to the forefront of his brain.

“Hm,” Anjelica moaned at the attention August was giving her, “that was a fantastic night.” Her fingers made quick work of the rest of the buttons of his shirt, and impatiently pushed it off his shoulders. She was right, it had been absolutely amazing – her father's presence had been needed at some fundraiser, and they'd had plenty of time to fully explore the luxuries of the main bathroom…

“It was… You know, when I saw that fireplace downstairs I was afraid we’d spend our whole evening there,” he admitted, moaning as her fingernails gently travelled down his back. He loved the feeling – she knew that.

“I wouldn't have hated curling up in front of that with a good book,” she replied, pulling him closer – which made August chuckle. Napoleon and Charles – and occasionally Mike, Sy and Sherlock, although the latter could be excused, still, simply because of his lack of experience – liked to complain that women were so incredibly difficult to figure out, but August couldn't agree. He'd always found Anjelica extremely easy to read: She'd pull him close when she wanted him close, and pushed him away when she needed him there. That's pretty much all there was to it. Right now, she was trying to trick him into thinking she wanted, rather than needed, him with her – like there was any sort of real choice involved in that.

“Why don't you curl up in bed for a moment,” he said, wiping a rogue curl out of her face, “I'll take care of the bath.”

“Yay, sleepover!” Mike immediately wrapped his arms around Dani, picked her up and tossed her on his bed. He'd taken the liberty of pushing the two singles together, so they'd have plenty of space for whatever it was that he had planned. Alright, it was Mike, so the plans probably didn't go a whole lot beyond ‘cuddle and fuck', but still. It was nice. And there was plenty of space to do it. Dani laughed when he jumped on the bed too and crawled over to her. “Hi!” He touched the tip of his nose to hers, before kissing her fiercely and then quickly moving on to her neck.

“Mikey!” she shrieked before pushing his face off her. “No hickeys!”

“It's freezing and we're on a ski trip, Sweetcheeks! You'll be covered head to toe. Let me… No! Lemme!” He wrestled her for it – and let her win, because there was no way she could take a guy like Mike on her best days… “You break my heart, Sweetcheeks,” he said dramatically, pouting like a sad little puppy. “Oh, how you wound me! What did I do to deserve this?”

“Mike, cut the drama,” she laughed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips as he threw himself on his back with a theatricality that wouldn't have looked out of place in an off-off-off-off-Broadway production of whatever Shakespeare play you could think of. “I know the perfect way to make it up to you.”

“I'm beginning to see why you love this part,” Sherlock chuckled as Elena pushed him against the door as soon as he'd shut it behind him.

“I've been waiting for this all day,” Elena whined softly, peppering Sherlock's jaw and throat with kisses. There was no denying it. Even on the bus ride over to the hotel they were staying in for the weekend, she'd curled up next to him, her hands wandering places they probably shouldn't have been exploring in public – even if it was under the blanket she (and all the other girls) had miraculously thought to bring.

“I know,” he laughed, “but could we slow down a bit?”

“We can slow down after we get naked,” Elena replied, impatiently working the buttons of his shirt. It seemed a fair compromise, and he gladly helped her achieve her goal. She kept her promise; as soon as all clothes were off, she slowed down, diving into his arms under the covers as she teasingly slowly moved her hands all over his upper body, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Is it strange that I like spending time with you like this?” Sherlock asked softly, a smile playing at his lips.

“Not at all,” Elena answered, “I like it, too.”

“There's not a whole lot I can say.” Marshall shrugged, looking everywhere in the room except at the girl in front of him.

Lexi put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Wrong, Walter. There's a whole fucking lot you can say. Starting with…” She'd planned on making him apologize, but now that she was standing in front of him, her plans changed quickly. Why did he have to be so hot?

“I'm sorry,” Marshall said, the sincerity of his words obvious in his eyes, which he finally lifted to look at Alexandra. That was what she'd been wanting to hear, right? Then why did those words not make it better? Why did they make her feel absolutely overcome with rage?

“Wow, I really thought that would at least begin to fix something,” she sighed, slumping down on the edge of one of the beds in the room. Marshall sat down on the one opposite her.

“I, eh… Get mad,” he said, much to Lexi's surprise.

“What? Why? So you can feel better about what you've done once I've been screaming at you like crazy for a while?” God, why did he have to get his wish, even if she didn't want to grant him the satisfaction? Why was he winning this fight?

“Because I think I don't even know half of what I should be apologizing for.” Oh. Well. If he put it like that…

“Well buckle in, buddy, because it's a long ass fucking list.”

“I thought you hated the scent of lavender?” Anjelica leaned back against August's chest, running a hand up his thigh.

“I do,” he said. It was quite the understatement; he absolutely despised the stuff. And yet…

“Then why, pray tell, are we taking a bath in your worst nightmare right now?” A valid question.

“Because it helps you relax,” he answered, “and you need that. You practically singlehandedly organized this trip, Angel.” It was the truth – she knew that, although she'd never admit just how close her efforts came to being nothing short of completely supernatural.

“Sometimes I wish I could hide from you,” she chuckled softly. It was so difficult for her to give up control, to surrender the illusion that she had everything covered at all times… Sometimes, August staring straight into her soul was something she wished she could opt out of – but it would involve breaking up with him, and she could never.

“And I would let you,” August said to her surprise, “if there was even the smallest part of me that was convinced you'd take care of yourself if I wasn't doing it for you.” Of course he was right. Not that Anjelica couldn't take care of herself – of course she could! In fact, August was convinced she could pretty much do anything. The reality was, however, that she simply wouldn't.

“I know, but…” 

He didn't let her finish that sentence. “Princess treatment for you tonight, my Angel.”

“Eek!” Dani crawled deeper under the covers, grabbed Mike, and pulled his shark Squishmallow closer. “Mike! I hate this movie.” Lies. They weren't half bad when watched while snuggled up to Mike – especially when she got to confiscate Jacques. Yes, the Squishmallow had a name.

“Jacques will protect you,” Mike vowed. See? Squishmallow had a name. And a ridiculous one at that, for a stuffed shark, at least – which was exactly why Mike had chosen the name.

“I want you to protect me,” Dani said, snuggling closer to Mike. “Hold on, is Jacques a way of not having to make any promises to…”

“Yeah, sure,” Mike cut her off bluntly, sarcasm clear in his voice. “Sweetcheeks, no girl I've hooked up with has ever even seen Jacques. He disappeared into the bottom of the closet for… a bit…”

“Oh no! How could you! Look at this sweet, squishy, little face!” She screamed when she looked at the screen of Mike's laptop again at exactly the wrong time. “Okay, turn this off! I'm scared-scared now, not horny-scared.”

“Shit,” Mike deadpanned, tickling Dani's side. “That's the wrong kind of scared.”

‘Slowing down' was out the window. Gone. Long forgotten. All that existed now were the sweet moans Sherlock heard as he kissed his way up the inside of Elena’s thigh. He buried his face between her legs with unprecedented enthusiasm, causing Elena to chuckle, which made him look up, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. Not that there was any way for her to answer his unspoken question, as she was far too occupied with the delightful feeling of his tongue, lapping hungrily at her apex, and the pleasure it brought her far too quickly.

“I don't like how good you are at that already,” she joked as he made his way up her body again, the kisses he pressed to her skin leaving a blazing hot trail. Every part of her wanted to jump him, he knew that. It wasn't particularly hard to figure such things out – she was quite vocal, and her fingers dug into his skin more and more greedily as she became more worked up. Right now, he was convinced they would be leaving marks on his upper arm.

“You're easy to read,” he confessed before kissing her gently.

“You hurt me, Marshall,” she whispered softly. “Let me recap this for you and see if you can spot the mistakes. We get drunk together and you fuck me - don't… I know I was on the other end of that and you didn't do anything I didn't want you to do. I know, okay? I know. Then you tell me you regret that you even liked it because you should have regretted it, which gave me a headache, for starters, and also was just generally kind of rude. Then you fucking ghost me! And I show up at your party at New Years Eve and I see you run off to your room with some fucking puck bunny that's been through half of your team?!” By the end of her speech, she was screaming – maybe mostly because, save for a complete communicative failure, Marshall hadn't actually done anything wrong. Although Alexandra wasn't quite ready to admit that. It was as Elena had said; the big crime she was accusing him of was rebounding. Alright, attempting to. Alright, the ghosting was bad.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Marshall said. He meant it – how could he not? Lex had been one of his best friends for a really long time, and seeing her hurt was just about the last thing he wanted.

“I need to know, Walter…” Her voice was a whisper again. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why sleep with me? Why ghost me? Why her?”

“Let's get the Veronique-thing out of the way first… I was trying to forget about you, Lexi. And I couldn't. Because… things wouldn't… I didn't… It… I… Eh…”

“Your dick refused service,” Lexi said without thinking, a sweet smile on her lips. She realized her mistake too late, and hoped her slip-up wouldn’t make things worse.

“Of course she told… Well. Yeah. I ghosted you for the same lame reason. I tried to forget about you because… Because I thought we could never be together. You're my best friend's sister…” He looked at his hands; a feeble attempt to keep his voice from breaking.

“Why'd you sleep with me in the first place?” It's not that she had expected him to confess his love to her when she'd done it. As far as she was concerned, that had been a stupid, drunken mistake. But at least she'd hoped that he'd feel it didn't have to be. That he'd…

“Because I love you.”

The massage had started with a ‘Is this necessary?’ from Ange, who'd then proceeded to attempt to stall and evade August so much that he'd seen no other option than to tie her to the bedframe using the belt of her bathrobe. Relaxation was mandatory, and that was the end of it. Ange had laughed. Now, she was on her knees, still tied to the headboard, with her ass high in the air and August’s eager face between her thighs. The position wasn't ideal – at least; it would have been suboptimal had the objective been to make her cum. It wasn’t.

“You like doing that a little too much,” Anjelica groaned into her pillow. It didn't make August stop, but it did make him chuckle, and soon his fingers took over while his mouth moved up a little, carefully gauging Angie’s reaction. It was something he – much like practically every other man on the planet – had always wanted to try, but they'd never talked about whether or not she was into some ‘backdoor experimenting'. “Fuck!” Aright, that sounded promising… “Three years in… I thought I was going to have to bring it up myself.”

Wait? She was up for it, and he didn't even have to ask? “Yeah,” she laughed, subtly cluing him in that he'd actually said that out loud. “Can you untie me? I really want to cuddle.”

“I'm impressed,” August said – but not before sinking his teeth into her ass once for good measure. “And I'm really happy you asked, Angel.”

“Still scared?” Mike asked. The question was surplus; Dani had good and well forgotten what she'd been scared of in the first place.

“No, definitely just horny now,” she laughed, “you're really getting the hang of eating pussy, babe.” Mike looked a little too proud when she said it, flashing her that insufferable grin before he threw himself face-first between her boobs. She wanted to get mad at him for motorboating her, she really did, but the puppy-eyes prevented her from feeling anything but ‘aww’.

Soon, he climbed up, though, focusing his attention on her neck, and finally capturing her lips in a searing kiss. It was unfocused – which wasn’t unusual for Mikey, but today was something special.

“What are you thinking, babe?” Dani muttered against his lips, because he wouldn’t break the kiss.

“Hmm,” he hummed before finally moving away, “I can’t decide what position I want you in and it’s driving me nuts.”

She laughed. What else could she possibly do? He said it so matter-of-factly that all possible awkwardness – and there was enough of that to go around – disappeared immediately, and she just laughed.

“Missionary?” She suggested, still trying to catch her breath.

“Boring,” Mike said. It was only slightly offensive. “And doggy sounds boring.”

“That’s your favorite!” she said, quasi-shocked.

“I know, that’s what’s driving me nuts!” he grumbled, burying his face in her neck. “I wanna try something new, if you’re okay with that?” And with another dose of those puppy-eyes… how could she say ‘no’?

“God, yes! Fuck me, please,” Elena cried out as Sherlock sank into her with a smooth thrust. The desperation in her request, paired with the sultry determination in her eyes raised heat and color to his cheeks. Elena grinned. Making Sherlock blush was easier and far more satisfying than she’d ever dared to dream. She reached for his neck, pulling his face to hers and kissing him fiercely before bringing her lips to his ear. “Go on, then, you know I love your cock.”

With shame clouding his cheeks and coloring his ears, he began to move. Slowly, at first, but soon encouraged by her words, increasing his pace until she yelped loudly. “Fuck! Just like that.” Upon hearing her words, the corners of Sherlock’s mouth twitched up into a gentle smile that didn’t go unnoticed by his lover. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed receiving her praise at least as much as she enjoyed showering him with it. Even more than that, however, he appreciated her instructions. They were clear and concise and allowed him to please her better than he would have been able to without them, and he thanked her silently for them.

It wasn’t too long before he felt the increasing difficulty to keep his steady rhythm reach its peak. Through gritted teeth he let out a pained grunt. “I’m…” He didn’t make it past the first word of his sentence before his grip on her tightened involuntarily and he came, swearing softly under his breath. “I’m sorry,” he muttered shamefully as he retreated.

“What on earth for?” she said with a gentle chuckle.

“My… lacking stamina.”

“Give it some time, Sherlock. Besides, that was lovely, either way.” She wrapped her arms around him for a moment. “You know, a shower together wasn’t quite your thing, which I understand, though I do pity myself… but the bathtubs look quite nice…”

“What?” He… What?

“I love you,” he repeated quietly. So she’d heard correctly… “I’ve always loved you. As a friend, when we were little… Then as a little sister during the few years I talked myself into believing I was so much more mature than you – never was, of course—” he laughed awkwardly “— and then… Oh, God. You started bringing boys home on occasion and guys started to ask you out and whatever, and Peter would always complain about it. ‘What do they even see in her? She’s just my stupid little sister.’ And all I could think about was how pretty you were… It took me nearly two years to realize that…”

“That what, Marshall?” she whispered softly as she got up from where she was sitting and sat down next to Marshall instead.

“That I didn’t want to punch all those guys in the dick because I was protecting a sister.” He flashed an apologetic grin at her, while she barely managed to hold back a snort.

“I’ve had a crush on you for… years,” she admitted plainly, not daring to look him in the eye. “Ever since the summer I turned sixteen…”

“You avoided me for most of that vacation!” He laughed — the familiar sound she loved and that always reminded her of the fun the three of them used to have. “I was so confused, and our moms took me apart and told me that you were a little eh… ‘sweet on me’, I believe is the term mom used, and I laughed it off… didn’t believe a word of it.”

“No, they were right. I’d missed you and Peter so much when you were off to college, and our hockey games had been so much fun, and I’d been looking forward to seeing you again… and then you got out of the car the morning you got back, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.”

“What did?” he asked, clearly somewhat confused.

“You. And I didn’t even admit to myself it was a crush until about three days later, when you saved me from the collapsing chair. I was so shocked that I wasn’t disgusted by your chest hair anymore…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, because next to her, Marshall cracked up — and it took him a while and a half to be able to speak again.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “don’t let me and my disgusting chest hair keep you from finishing your story.”

“Like I said: it suddenly wasn’t disgusting anymore,” she laughed as she pushed against his shoulder. “God, remember the last night?”

“What, the teen disco thing?” He snorted, a dirty grin spreading across his face. “Yeah I remember… Shit! Oh, fuck, Lex, did that upset you?”

“That you went outside with the girl I thought was my friend? Nah, why would you think that?” She could joke about it now, right?

“If it helps: she was a horrible kisser,” he said as he leaned over to her, “unlike you.”

“That’s not cuddling, August,” Anjelica said with a smile when she felt the tip of August’s cock at her entrance.

“We can do both,” he replied with determination. It was true, they could – although they hardly ever did, unless it was something one of them, or in this case both of them, really needed.

“I love you,” she whispered when he pushed into her with a grunt that would have to suffice as his answer. She pulled him along as she rolled onto her back, wrapping a leg around his waist.

“My beautiful angel,” he muttered softly against the skin of her neck as he pushed deeper, drawing a whimper from her lips. She moved her hips in time with his, rolling them into his movements as he gently rocked into her. “Good?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, a content smile on her lips.

His hand moved to her hip, grasping her tightly as he tried to keep his slow rhythm. It could be challenging; her tight walls clenching around him felt so good it always kept him on the verge of losing his ability to think straight, and there was the ever-present urge for him to make her cry out his name — in pain, in pleasure or both.

At the same time, he relished the thought that he could go for hours like this — if she’d let him, and from the sound of it, she would.

“I missed you,” she whispered suddenly, making August’s brows draw together in surprise. They were together more often than not… “I was so caught up in what I needed from you that I forgot to just want to spend time with you,” she admitted as she gently let her fingers trail the side of his face, tracing his jaw.

“Well then,” August started, bringing his lips to her ear, and snaking his arms tighter around her before he continued, punctuating his words with deep, lazy thrusts that made Ange squeal: “Let’s make sure we reconnect.”

“Shit, babe, this is ah—” Mike’s greedy hands dug roughly into the flesh of Dani’s ass. “Pretty fucking amazing, holy shit… Keep— damn!”

Dani couldn’t do much other than laugh at Mike’s all-over-the-place rambling and mumbling about how much he liked what was going on. Well, that and keep moving, bouncing up and down Mike’s cock while he barely even tried to keep quiet. He loved it, there was no doubt in her mind, but Dani herself? She mostly wondered if she looked as weird as she felt about this. And it was a whole fucking thigh workout…

Mike whined when she climbed off of him. “No, babe, don’t… Hey? What’s wrong?” He reached for Dani with a sweet smile — but the pleading puppy eyes didn’t go anywhere.

Reluctantly, Dani let herself be pulled into his arms. “I felt silly,” she muttered, hiding her face in his neck.

“You didn’t look silly,” Mike replied, littering her face and everywhere else he could reach with kisses, “you looked fucking hot. This ass” — he grabbed it for good measure — “jiggles like crazy and it’s literally so fucking good!”

“Mike!” The last thing Dani wanted to hear was that she jiggled in any kind of way. Even a good one.

“Babe,” Mike sighed, clearly exasperated. “What do you want me to say? What do you want to do? Turn off the lights, get under the covers and — ow! What? Don’t use Jacques to hit me!”

Then, he attacked her, tickling her until she begged for mercy.

“Not until you tell me you’re pretty!” he threatened, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose that she tried to avoid — unsuccessfully.

“Never!” she laughed, and her stubbornness made him smile. Of course, it was easy for him to enjoy this: he wasn’t the one gasping for air as she struggled to keep his hands away from her body. “Okay! Fine! I’m pretty!”

“Yes, you are.” He ceased his attack immediately and wrapped her up in a big hug. “Now, remember that or I’ll have to punish you again,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh no! I’ll be good, daddy, I promise!” Dani tried really hard to keep her face in check, but Mike’s reaction was so funny that she didn’t manage.

“Tell me you were joking!” he said, looking absolutely terrified, even when Dani finally failed to hold back her laughter. “Oh, good! That was…” He shuddered. “Don’t… Don’t call me that. Literally ever!”

“Looks like we found your weakness,” she laughed, poking at his side.

“This is preferable to the shower, but I’m still convinced you’re trying to boil me,” Sherlock sighed — a sound that was part annoyance and part pain — while Elena snuggled into his chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t exactly make the water more accommodating for you,” she chuckled, “I’m very cold.”

“Anything for you, darling,” he sighed, feigning a smile.

“You really are a quick study,” Elena laughed, trailing her fingers over his chest and abs. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she even felt his cock come alive against her hip.

“I have a great teacher,” he grunted as she continued her ministrations. The water temperature suddenly became a lot more tolerable — how strange.

The kiss that followed was gentle, and lasted just long enough to make Sherlock whine softly when she pulled back, his eyes begging her to keep going.

“I don’t mean to start something we can’t finish right now,” she whispered as she settled against his chest again.

A thoroughly sarcastic chuckle escaped him. “It’s a little late for that.” He didn’t mean to sound irritated — but the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

“I beg your pardon, Holmes?” She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting we just… risk it?”

He opened his mouth to reply to her utterly ridiculous proposal, but his words got stuck somewhere between his brain and his mouth.

“What? Nothing smart to say?” Elena moved away from Sherlock as best she could, and looked at him, her eyes clearly posing a challenge she knew Sherlock and his rather limited experience with women were going to accept — except it looked like he still had absolutely nothing to say.

“I think I’ll just go,” he muttered quietly as he got up. Elena seemed less than inclined to come after him, and he prepared to escape the bathroom slightly flustered.

“Perfect,” she snapped at him as he walked back into the bedroom, “you were ruining my bath.”

He kissed her. Gently but decisively, and she gladly subjected herself to his treatment, not hesitating for a second. She’d missed him so much…

“We shouldn’t.” How someone could say that while pushing her back onto the mattress, she had absolutely no clue — but it annoyed her.

“Why not?” Lexi said, pushing Marshall off her and glaring at him. “Why can’t you just be with me unapologetically? Why is that so hard?”

“Lexi,” Marshall sighed, moving closer to her again. “We can’t just… hook up. We’ve never even been on a date.”

“Hockey game in two weeks,” she said with a devious smile. “There’s your date. Now, please kiss me?”

She didn’t have to tell him twice; before the words were good and well out of her mouth, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, making it abundantly clear that he planned on doing a lot more than just kissing her. Lexi’s arms immediately wrapped around Marshall’s neck, pulling him closer, and he was more than happy to oblige. Lips parted and tongues eagerly tangled, moans escaped both of them, hands slipped underneath sweaters and before long, most clothes had come off and fingers were wandering everywhere.

Lexi shivered when her fingers brushed past Marshall’s hardened length – no equipment failures tonight, or so it would seem. It seemed bigger than she remembered…

“Shh,” he whispered softly, “you know I’ll take good care of you.”

“I know,” she muttered. “It’s just… intimidating.” Her remark earned her a low chuckle.

“It’s a curse,” he replied with a wink.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure they all saw it that way,” she huffed, a hard to miss edge of annoyance to her voice.

“Six,” he said.

“What?”

“There have been six. Not including you. You are number seven.”

“And if we’re counting hand jobs and oral?”

“Eh… The number doubles,” he admitted. “You’re not the only one who’s been…”

“Intimidated, right?” Lexi stroked the side of his face, her fingers lingering briefly in his beard. She knew she had no right to be upset she wasn’t his first. He wasn’t exactly hers, either, but it stung, nonetheless.

“Lexi, please,” Marshall sighed, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I know, I know… Why did you even tell me?” Right. Like it was his fault…

“You were going to ask,” he sighed. He was right – which irked her. “Why do girls ask that question and then get mad about the answer?”

“Oh, I’m definitely picking this fight, just so I won’t have to deal with your scarily massive dick,” she joked. Okay, fine, half-joked.

“Hey, listen,” Marshal said, picking up on the serious edge to her voice, “if you don’t want to do this, we’re obviously not doing this. But I do want to keep making out, if you’re okay with that.” His eyes were kind, as was his smile, and the kiss he pressed to her neck was gentle and encouraging.

“Oh, I’m more than okay with that.”

She was in his lap now, slowly grinding her hips against his, while both of them moaned loudly with every move. August’s hands rested on her thighs, occasionally sliding up or down, but ultimately mostly leaving her to it. Ange had a hand between her legs and a blissfully fucked-out look on her face – that August was sad he couldn’t see, because Anjelica was riding him with her back towards him. Her slow tempo and sultry moans made him impatient, but he refrained from taking charge.

She was close — he could tell from the way her breath quickened, and with it, her pace.

“Fuck.” The sound was barely audible, as was the name that followed. A name that wasn’t August’s. And, unfortunately, he heard her — but he didn’t let her know. With an insidious little smirk on his handsome face, he let her do her thing, until she finally exploded around him. Then, as she slumped back against his chest, limp and worn out from what had sounded like an amazing orgasm.

August’s hand traveled briefly up her stomach and chest, lingering at her neck for a moment before he decided against his instinctive approach. Instead, he turned her on her knees and entered her from behind, not holding back for so much as a single moment. Within seconds, Ange was squealing into the pillows and grabbing the sheets while August pounded into her from behind. It took him one small adjustment to their position…

“Fucking hell,” she cried out, and he chuckled softly. She’d cum from this — and it wouldn’t take long.

He was right — of course he was. Barely a minute later, she came hard, her walls squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t stave off his own release any longer.

“Dammit, August, what was that?” she panted, trying to catch her breath as she rolled over in bed.

“Oh,” he chuckled darkly, “so you do remember my name?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Anjelica’s eyes went wide.

“I still can’t believe you called me ‘daddy’,” Mike said, pouting and shuddering while clinging to Jacques.

“Babe, seriously,” Dani sighed, leaning over him. “It was a joke. Can we get back to what we were doing before?”

“Sweetcheeks, I honestly don’t think I’m going to be able to get it up tonight,” Mike groaned dramatically. It was a blatant lie, which Dani didn’t hesitate to point out.

“Uhuh,” she nodded, “nice semi, Mike.”

Mike curled up and glared at Dani, still clutching Jacques to his chest — making his girl laugh in the process. She curled up behind him and pulled the covers over them.

“Wow,” Mike muttered quietly into Jacques. “This is fucking nice.”

Dani chuckled as she pulled Mike closer. “Never been the small spoon before?”

He shook his head and made a ‘nu-uh’ kind of sound. “This is awesome. Do you get to feel like this all the time?”

“About half the time from here on out, I suppose,” she joked.

Mike turned around in her arms, still holding Jacques. “I’m not trying for your spot, babe. It’s just… nice, every once in a while, I guess.” He let out a deep sigh and settled into her side with his head on her chest.

“How did you get Jacques?” she asked after a while.

“Impulsive acquisition in high school. Remember the disaster-divorce?” Dani nodded in response to his question. “I was angry at the whole world for obvious reasons, and I walked past him on my way home from school. He made me smile, so I took him home.”

“And by ‘took him home’ you mean ‘bought’, right?” Dani gave Mike a meaningful look — or rather, tried to, because he wouldn’t meet her eye.

“Ehm… No, I mean ‘stole’.”

“Shoplifting, Mike, really?”  

“Yeah, I wasn’t in a great place, Sweetcheeks. My parents were fighting all the time, and…”

“Failing your classes didn’t get their attention, so you figured ‘juvenile delinquent’ might?” she asked semi-sarcastically — and, much to her surprise, Mike nodded.

“Pretty much. Started small. Nail polishes for whoever I was seeing that week—”

“Mike! Don’t…”

“Sweetcheeks, trust me, it all meant nothing, and I sure as fuck never closed, so… either way; nail polish, lighters… Jewelry, make-up. God, I was desperate.” He laughed.

“Lighters?” Dani asked. It felt like one of those primary school assignments: ‘Which word does not belong with the others?’

”Ehm… Yeah, me and my friends might have set a trash can or two on fire,” he smiled apologetically. “Like I said; not in a good place.”

“And Jacques?”

“Like I said; I saw him, and he made me smile. Reminded me of something from when I was younger, so I took him home.” He absentmindedly stroked Jacques’ head. Or… he was a Squishmallow, they’re all head…

“Never got caught?” Dani asked, curiosity finally fully taking over.

“Once. They let me off with a warning because they thought it was painfully obvious I did it to impress a girl. Needless to say, she was not impressed.”

“Go figure,” Dani teased while running her hands through his curls. “Were you doing it to impress her?”

“Duh,” he snorted. “Sweetcheeks, you may not have noticed this, but I’m not exactly smooth or anything.”

“Oh. No, I’ve noticed,” Dani deadpanned, leaving Mike glaring up at her.

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes.

Sherlock ran through the conversation-turned-argument in his head a dozen times in a feeble attempt to uncover his mistakes, until the sound of Elena’s voice distracted him. The sounds coming from the bathroom left little to the imagination with regard to what was going on, and the realization made his cock twitch in his pants. Shame reddened his cheeks as he silently cursed at his body’s reaction, and he fought the urge to take matters into his own hands, so to speak.

Focusing on his reading proved impossible, so instead, he folded his hands on his stomach and waited until Elena finally emerged from the bathroom, hoping she would be in a better mood.

“Are you ready to apologize?” she snapped when she came into the bedroom.

Sherlock’s eyes went wide. “Apologize? What about you? You were being completely unreasonable!” Of course, he didn’t realize his mistake until it was too late.

“Get out of my bed,” Elena replied, her voice at least as cold as her eyes. “Now.”

“Where am I supposed to—”

“Lexi’s bed. The floor. I really don’t care, Sherlock.”

“Elena, I—” “Sherlock, fuck off,” she snarled. Bewildered, he got up and sat down on the other bed, watching Elena as she got into bed and turned off the lights.

For a while, he didn’t speak while he wracked his brain in another attempt to figure out where exactly things had gone wrong. “Elena,” he whispered softly, his voice drenched with utter despair, “can we please talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” she huffed, turning her back to him.

“Elena, I know you’re upset with me, and I’m very sorry that I did something to upset you,” he said as he quietly got up and walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. “Please help me understand this situation so I can make things right.” This time, she let him put his hand down, and he sighed in relief — albeit carefully.

“Trust you, relax, tell you if it hurts,” Lexi repeated before taking a deep breath. Theoretically, she was plenty prepared to take him, but in reality? She wasn’t drunk this time, which made it a lot more difficult to relax when Marshall slowly pushed into her. Her face scrunched up when she felt the sharp pain she was familiar with.

“Lex—” Marshall started, but she shook her head.

“It’s okay, it’ll pass, just…” A hand on his lower back pulled at him, guiding him deeper.

 “N-no,” he stammered.

“Marshall, it’s fine,” she said with a warped smile.

“The fuck it is! Lexi, no.” He pulled out and dropped down on the mattress, next to her. “I’m not okay with this. I won’t hurt you.”

“Marshall, really, it’s no big deal,” she groaned. Why was he being so difficult?

“It is to me, Lexi! How can I have a good time when I’m hurting you? I don’t know how to make this clearer… I explicitly do not consent to hurting you.” There was something strange to his voice and about the way he punctuated every word of his last sentence very clearly and deliberately, and Lex I found herself quite occupied with trying to figure out what was bothering him when he announced he was going to take a shower.

“Can I join you?” she asked carefully when she figured he’d had enough time to cool off – and so had she. He growled a ‘yes’, but didn’t turn around when she stepped into the cabin. “Marshall, what happened to you?”

“Do we have—” A wet sounding slap against his shoulder interrupted him.

“Yes, Marshall,” Lexi said as she stepped around him and wormed her way into his arms. “We have to.”

“Alright,” he said reluctantly. “The first girl I ever slept with… Gina David, senior year. She said she was fine, but there were tears in her eyes, she was bleeding. I wanted to stop, but she insisted it was just… that it was just because it was her first time, too. She told me to keep going, I shouldn’t have, but she kept pushing me… and I—” His voice trailed off.

“You felt guilty,” Lexi filled in, and when she looked up, she was surprised to be met with Marshall, shaking his head.

“Not just that,” he said softly, “I felt violated.” He cleared his throat before speaking again: “I don’t care if we never do anything other than hand jobs and oral, Lexi. But I refuse to hurt you, and you can’t make me.”

“Marshall, I’m really sorry that happened to you. And I’m sorry for pushing you back there,” Lexis said softly.

Marshall shrugged and tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s alright, you didn’t know. I’m sorry that pain has always been so normal for you.”

She nodded, and then her face slowly began to show a smile. “Is it always that difficult?”

“No,” Marshall admitted, a small smile breaking through the sadness on his face, but his eyes weren’t playing along just yet. “You saw what happened when you relaxed, right?” He shrugged.

“We’ll get there,” she sighed as she leaned her head against his chest.

“Yeah, we will.”

“August, I didn’t… I’m so sorry! I can—” She covered her face with her hands, but August pulled them away again. Anjelica looked at him in shock. Was he smiling?

“Angel, it’s okay. I won’t mind the explanation, but there’s no need to get this worked up about it.” He was, indeed, smiling — after all, this had nothing to do with him. He knew Anjelica, he knew their relationship, and they were solid. “Why him?”

Despite his unbelievably relaxed attitude, Anjelica was less than excited about answering the question. “Well, eh…” She took a deep breath, while August pulled her into his arms. “I had this conversation with Sol a while ago. And being on this trip reminded me of… That thing that happened that one time…”

“Mike called it ‘the great fuck-off’,” August sighed.

“Mike knows?” Anjelica shrieked, looking at August in sheer terror.

“Oh, like you didn’t tell everyone at your little ‘girls night’,” he sneered, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like we were planning to tell them—”

“’Them’, as in ‘they all know’?” she sighed.

“Angel, please,” August snapped. “Like I said: It’s not like we set out to tell them, but we were drunk, the others were offering up some stories, they caught our mutual death-stares at each other, Mike and Sy came up with some theories that were all way worse than what had actually happened, so we told them the truth. I think they were fairly disappointed.” August shot a sideways glance at Ange. “Especially after the revelation that Dani isn’t as exclusively attached to Mike as we thought.”

“Oh, I think that was—” Anjelica started, but August raised a hand to… well, to shut her up.

“Ange, I honest to God don’t need to know. Back to your little Geralt-mishap from before.” “There’s really not that much more to tell. Are you upset?”

Her question prompted August to laugh. “Not really. I trust you, and I know nothing happened between the two of you. In part because I suspect Sol would have murdered you by now.”

“What makes you think she’d ever find out?”

“She’s you, but tall.” August deadpanned, and Anjelica couldn’t argue against his solid logic.  

“Do you ever…” Ange started, but August shook his head.

“Nice try, Angel. I wasn’t the one caught red-handed, I’m not incriminating myself.”

Mike snuggled closer to Dani and looked up at her. God, he was adorable.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she asked, stroking a curl away from his face.

“Dani, what are we?” On the list of all the things she thought he might say or ask her, that question was firmly at the bottom. In fact, she wasn’t even sure it was on that list. What she was sure of, though, was that she’d expected to have to ask him that herself — bit she hadn’t planned on doing that for another few weeks.

Confused, she looked at him. “You want to DTR?” It didn’t even seem like his style…

“Yeah,” he said, clearly uneasy — possibly because of her lack of an answer. “I mean… We’ve been going out, and I really like that. I really like you. And I’ve been calling you my girlfriend, but we never really talked about it and…” He looked away shyly. “I can’t even really tell you how I feel about you without saying something that’s just way too much, way too soon, but… yeah.” He shrugged — which was fairly difficult, because he was still lying on his side, snuggled up to Dani.

“Mike, I’d be super stoked to officially be your girlfriend,” she said, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

“You didn’t have to snap at me when all I tried to do was stop you from feeling uncomfortable,” she muttered.

“You’re right,” he admitted, “I didn’t mean to sound annoyed. I wasn’t annoyed. I’m sorry I made you feel that I was.”

Now, it was Elena who had nothing to say.

“Would you care to confirm my theory that telling you I thought you were being unreasonable really didn’t—”

“Oh, that was probably the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever said,” she interrupted with a slight chuckle to her voice. “You were right, of course.”

“I’ve been told it’s not always wise to point that out,” Sherlock replied. “Are we… okay?”

Suddenly, Elena laughed, although Sherlock could have sworn he heard something of a sob in her voice as she did. “If you can accept my apology,” she said softly. “I—” She hesitated. “Oh god, alright. I’m afraid I’m a few days away from my period and my stomach hurts and I’m just… really sorry. It’s no excuse.”

“But it is an explanation,” Sherlock said as he pushed at her shoulder until she moved over, giving him enough room to climb into bed with her. “And a reasonable explanation at that. Come here.”

“I can’t believe our first fight happened because of my PMS,” she groaned as she snuggled into Sherlock’s side.

“Oh, I’m having no trouble believing it at all,” Sherlock chuckled in reply.

Immediately, Elena slammed a hand into his shoulder. “Sherlock Holmes, I swear I will make you sleep on the floor!”

“Easy, darling, I was only joking.”

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I have never asked on tumblr before, but I love all the writing, so I’ll give it my shot.

I was wondering if you could write how the companions (+ advisors if possible) reacts to The inquisitor losing their arm, either right after or when returning.

Would be a + if it’s a young inquisitor but that isn’t necessary(close to Varric) It’s kinda specific but you can do what you want, I’ll be happy either way☺️

“Companions react to Inquisitor losing their arm”

So I know most people headcannon that Solas took the Inquisitor’s arm. BUT there is also the headcanon that the LI or close friend helps cut it off, either by doing the actual chopping or helping to hold down the Inquisitor. So we gonna roll with that, except Solas who will still be stealing your arm. Here you go @i-do-love-to-kvile !

-Lord Lex

Cullen

Upon being given his position, he had made one promise that he meant to up keep: Protect the Inquisitor at all cost. Now, standing near you as you breathe heavily, the stump that once was your arm being cared for, he felt as if he had broken this promise. Later he’d look back on this moment and realize that there was nothing else he could’ve done but at the moment, he felt the weakest. He’d stay by your side, getting whatever you need and discussing with you ways to replace the arm. If anyone from the council tries to disturb you while you’re healing, they’re going to have a very angry Commander on their hands, telling them in a icy tone to “Leave. You. Be.”

Josephine

Her hands are shaking and, somewhere in the back of her mind, she realizes this is the most blood she’s ever had on her hands in her life. But she doesn’t care. She’d try to staunch the blood, calling for a healer, for anyone, just someone to help you. Josey spent so long trying to research ways to help you and prepare you for the worst but this? It was an idea which was saved only as a last resort. Even when they do get a healer, she’s still shaking and only realizing now that she’s crying. They can’t lose you. Especially with everything going on. She’s trying to keep it together and take over your duties so that there is less off of you. Anything to help you.

Leliana

As your spy master, she is seething and demanding for her people to keep an eye on you while also trying to find where Solas is. She’d be the main reason Josephine is pulled away, trying her best to keep her composure and calm down her friend while a healer attends to you. If Divine, she receives this news and rushes to your side, demanding the talks be put on hold. They’re trying to destroy the Inquisition while the Inquisitor lays bleeding out? They can go to the far reaches of the Fade. When you do heal, she tries to be comforting but also tries to get information to understand what happened (and to hunt down who caused this).

Vivienne

One of two options: either she is furious or she is shaken to her core. Either way, it’s a first for everyone seeing this side of Madam Vivienne. As soon as the word healer reaches her ears, she’s there and already putting as many healing spells into you as possible without harming you. She’s unable to save your arm but at least she’s able to stop the blood. At least she’s useful. It’s the first time in forever since the passing of her love that she’s thought that way. But even then you were there to reassure her. Now, you lay there, weak and missing a limb. She stays by your side to comfort you, talking about anything and everything other than what had just occured.

Varric

Varric always has a joke, even for the worst of events. He knew when it was a good time to tell them and when it wasn’t. This is one of those times where he doesn’t know if it’ll help. He’s seen a lot of violence in his life but it never gets easier. He’s one of the people who’d be on your opposite side, trying his damndest to distract you while the others take off your arm. He’s trying to distract you from the pain as they’re trying to heal you. Instead of looking at the worst of it, he’s trying to turn your eyes to the bright side. Maybe he can see about getting a friend of his to make a prostetic for you. Eventually it just turns to him trying to soothe it and making one more promise, the same promise he made for Hawke. He’d never let anyone hurt you again, not on his watch.

Cole

He knows you’re in pain and has tried his hardest, but can’t make it go away. He wants to help so badly, to make it all better, but it’s become more difficult now that he’s starting to be alive again. He’s trying to help where he can, whether it be staunching the blood or trying to distract you from what was about to happen. Why would Solas…? He doesn’t understand and wants to but right now, all that matters is to make you right even if you are missing a piece. Wonders why they don’t want to keep the arm. Can’t they put it back on? Or is it broken, like the original Cole?

Solas

He is full of regret. Everything. What happened to his people, what happened to the orb, his plans, the events that have happened…but you? He doesn’t know. He knows the power within the orb would be too great for you to handle, eventually overcoming you. Had he expected to grow close? He didn’t mean to and yet he did. Now, here you were in front of him, in pain and asking him to come back, saying you’d either help him or look for a peaceful option. He wants to let go, he wants to forget you…but he can’t. He can’t let his friend die now, at least not to this. Maybe one day, he’ll find you. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll ask you to forgive him.

Cassandra

One of the ones to be given the option to cut off your arm. As the Divine, it may be suggested against letting her but it comes down to her decision. You are one of her only close friends, she’d do anything to make sure you were safe and to help you in any way. Cassandra may hesitate but, in the end, she’d do it knowing how much pain you were in. As soon as the job’s done, her weapon is dropped and she’s trying to help the healer. She’s so worried, begging the Maker to let you live. It’s a first time for everything, including seeing Seeker Cassandra shed some tears as she asks you to hold on. 

The Iron Bull

It’s one of those times that Bull has to separate himself from his duties. But knowing the person he’s about to chop a limb off of makes it a bit more difficult. He knows he has to do it or the stupid fade magic will kill you. He has someone near prepared to heal you and another (maybe two) to hold you down. And in one fell swoop, your arm is disconnected and he’s already checking to see if it’s stopped the progress. Probably be one of the only people who suggests against more magic being used to close your wounds and would even take it upon himself to try and patch you. Only after you’re fine does he finally let out his breath that he’d been holding.

Dorian

Like hell he was going to let you suffer. He’s ready, by your side, trying his own magic to separate the arm in the least painful way possible. As soon as it’s off, he’s using the last bit of his magic to heal you. Dorian was not about to lose someone so close to him, who had been with him through more than anyone else had. He owed you his life and he was going to make sure your help didn't go to waste. He’s trying so hard to soothe you, petting your head and trying to calm you down so that you can relax. He doesn’t want you to be in pain and it hurts to see you like this. Tires himself out putting all his magic into you, but it was worth it.

Sera

For the first time in a long time, Sera’s afraid. She’s worried. Worried for you. She’s not supposed to care about anyone but herself, yet you changed her mind. No, they can’t lose you. Not now, not after everything you’ve done for her. She still needs to pay you back. She’s trying to distract you, pointing out stupid things but immediately panics when your arm is chopped off. Your screaming causes her to scream, mainly saying “Stop panicking! It’s fine! You're fine!” Someone has to calm you both down. As soon as you're patched up and both of you are fine, she simply says “...At least you still got the right, yeah?”

Blackwall

Another one to be asked to remove it, but oh is he suffering. In no way whatsoever did he want to do anything that would hurt you nor did he want you to struggle. And one option was starting to overshadow the other. It takes him three tries to have the courage and on the third try does he slice completely through it, cringing at your screams, knowing he caused them. That was not a noise that he wanted to ever hear, having promised himself that he would never hurt the innocent again. He had to put that promise to the side to help save you. By the time you come to, he’s crying and trying to patch up your wound, asking you to forgive him.

Also, just finished this at midnight so please excuse any grammar mistakes or wonky lines. Have a good night/morning!

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Unwitting Rescue-Chapter 1

Fandom: Supergirl

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Rose Zen (Original Character), Marigold Zen (Original Character), Violet Zen (Original Character), J'onn J'onzz, Winn Schott, John Stewart

Summary: Kara Danvers finds a box of kittens on her way to work. Things don't go according to plan.

Chapter 1/?

Note: This is based on the writing prompt I did called Unwitting Rescue. I decided to make it a full story. Hope you guys enjoy!

Kara looked around the house and was a little stumped. Lena said that she was going to be around the rest of the day and could do something once she woke up from her nap. However, when Kara woke up, Lena was no where to be found. She scratched her head for a second then groaned. She went downstairs to the basement. 

“I don’t get why she encased the lab in lead and made it sound proof,” muttered Kara. 

Once she reached the lab door, she put in the access code. When it open, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. The lab was a complete mess. Broken glass and equipment everywhere. She quickly looked around and spotted Lena curled up in a ball. She super sped over to her and quickly started to check her out for injury. 

“Lena, are you okay? Did Lex break in and try to attack you?” asked Kara worriedly. 

Lena looked up at her with her eyes and face devoid of all emotion. Kara tried to keep her face passive even though she was on the verge of crying herself seeing Lena so lifeless. She sat down next to Lena and embraced her in her arms. 

“Honey, I need you to tell me what happened? Did someone destroyed the lab?”

“I did this.”

Her voice sounded so small that Kara almost didn’t hear it. 

“Why did you do this?”

“Work was awful. One of the Board members got access to one of Lex’s plans. It shows the locations of over a ton of nth metal that grows naturally on it.”

“I thought that nth metal was alien in origin?”

“It is, but some are theorizing that an alien cultivated it on Earth hundreds of years ago. They want to dig it up. The only problem is that the biggest source of the nth metal here is under the Luthor’s Children Hospital.”

“Oh Lena…”

Lena continue to stare into the void in front of her. Kara started to rub soothing circles around her back and cuddle closer. 

“I knew that some of the members of the Board would vote on it, but I didn’t think it would be nearly everyone.” 

Kara frowned and struggled not to tighten her fist. She took a couple of breaths and tried to control her voice as much as possible. 

“This is crazy. They can’t just tear down the hospital. So many sick children rely on it for medical care that they can’t receive anywhere else.”

“I know, but the didn’t care about that. The only reason they haven’t proceed forward is because of my mother.”

Kara looked back at Lena baffled and asked, “Your mother actually agreed with you on this?”

Lena shook her head and said, “Not exactly. She said that tearing down the children’s hospital would be a PR nightmare that would hurt L-Corp stock. Some of the Board members think that the amount of money gained would circumvent the risk. However, my mom asked if they could really take a risk after the stunt that Lex pulled just a week ago. That question caused a lot of the Board members to falter. 

“At least making money forces them to do the right thing,” muttered Kara. 

“But it won’t last long. The same Board member that brought this up is planning on waiting this out another year when Lex’s trial is over to bring this matter up again. He is hoping enough distance would make this plan palatable.” 

“Well, there are things we can do to circumvent this. I could write an article showing how well the hospital benefits the community. We could hold benefit dinners to get more donor’s involve. We could…”

“That is not the worse thing that happened today,” said Lena with her voice so small that Kara had to strain to hear her even with her super hearing.

“What else happened?”

Tears started to stream down Lena’s face. 

“I…I…I…” stuttered Lena before starting to cry harder.

Kara hugged Lena harder and kissed her forehead. 

“Don’t worry honey. Just take your time.”

After a couple of minutes, Lena said softly, “I spoke to the adoption agency again today. They denied our application.”

Kara’s face twist in pain and shed a tear. 

“I know this is disappointing, but there are other agencies out there…”

“We have been denied by 20 different agencies off world and on Earth” Lena snapped. 

“The search has been hard, but…”

“No one wants to let their child around a Luthor. Even when I am not involved, the sins of my brother plague me. I don’t know how to escape his shadow.”

“You are not your brother. You do so many amazing things to benefit humanity…”

Even with tears streaming down her face, Lena began to chuckle. She started chuckling louder and louder. Kara began to eye her nervously.

“What’s so funny?”

“No matter how much I try, it isn’t good enough. I could create a cure for cancer right now, and I would still be damned for being Lex’s sister.”

“That isn’t true…”

“You should just leave.”

“What?” Kara balked. 

“In vitro didn’t work, adoption agencies are a bust, and we can’t have a baby naturally. You shouldn’t let me hold you down from achieving that.”

Kara carefully placed her hands on Lena’s face to gently force it upward to look at her. Lena slightly leaned back when she saw Kara’s eyes. They were clouded in so much hurt and pain. 

“Do you ever say that!” snapped Kara. 

“Kara…”

Kara brought up her and Lena’s wrist that showed their wedding bracelets. Kara was struggling not to have tears stream down her face. 

“You and I made vows. For richer or poorer, for sickness, and in health, until death do us part. We are not abandoning each other when things get tough.”

Lena looked down and twiddle her thumbs. 

“But I make things so much harder for you. What about your dreams?”

Kara gently took her hands, and gently caressed her face. 

“You are the best thing that has happened in my life. With or without kids, I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Lena looked up Kara and kissed her forehead. A small smile started to appear on her face. 

“You are the best thing that happened to me too. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Kara chuckled and kissed Lena on the forehead. 

“Whatever we did, I am just glad that our paths led to each other.”

They embraced each other for a couple of minutes until Lena looked up and winced at the scene before her. 

“I really made a mess of things,” muttered Lena. 

Kara quickly took Lena into her arms and flew them upstairs to their bedroom. 

“Why don’t you change and maybe hop into the jacuzzi to relax. I will clean up the lab and be back in a couple of minutes.”

Kara kissed her forehead and sped out the room. 

Instead of going to change, she went under the bed and took out a medium sized chest. She stared at it a second before opening it. Inside were three fuzzy teddy bears. One was a tannish brown with a pink bow, the second one was black with a white snout and a green top hat, and the other last one was dark brown with purple small ribbons right underneath each ear. She took them out and hugged them really tight. 

“It has been awhile Ms. Pinky, Ms. Evergreen, and Ms. Purple. I was hoping to be able to get you guys a new playmate, but it looks like it is going to take a little longer. But that is ok.”

Lena smiled lovingly while looking down at the bears. 

“It is okay because Kara and I can do anything together.” 

She gently placed the bears back into the chest and pushed it under the bed.

#dc comics #dc universe #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara danvers x lena luthor #Rose Zen (OC) #Marigold Zen (OC) #Violet Zen (OC) #j'onn j'onzz #winn schott #john stewart #supergirl au #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl fanfic #supercorp fanfiction #supercorp fanfic #dccomics fanfiction #dccomics fanfic #kittens #cat #kitties #rescue #mystery #rescue mission #family #adoption

[bluejaysandblackbats]

If There’s Nothing Missing In My Life…

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter Fourteen: Court Date

By December, I was saddled with an unshakeable sadness. I took my finals early and flew to Metropolis for court. It felt like a blur. I can’t remember what I said, but I know I couldn’t look up the entire time I spoke. Whatever I said must’ve been convincing because my dad whispered to his lawyer and asked to approach the bench. Our lawyers talked to the judge, and the judge said something that I didn’t understand. Or maybe I didn’t hear it. I looked over, and my dad stared straight at me. He mouthed something at me, and I stared, waiting for him to repeat himself. “Understand?” Dad mouthed. I shook my head. I hadn’t slept in two days. I was jetlagged, nauseous, and—.

“Young man,” the judge called. 

“Yes, sir,” I answered. 

“After speaking to your birth parents, Mr. Luthor has decided not to contest the unsealing of your adoption records,” the judge explained. I swallowed hard and nodded. The judge made a few closing statements, and she let us go. I stood frozen as I watched Dad’s lawyer collect his things. Dad left before I could thank him, and I stepped into the hallway alone. I sat on a bench outside, waiting for a ride to the hotel. I wanted to shower, change clothes, and get something to eat without feeling awkward. I hadn’t eaten since I left. 

I barely got in the room when Rex called me. I thought it was a problem with the album or something, so I answered. “Hello?” I answered. 

“Well?” Rex asked. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“How’d it go?” Rex questioned. I scrunched my nose as I tossed my suit jacket over the couch.

“That’s personal, Rex. Some things don’t need to make the news,” I replied. “Is that all? I’m about to hop in the shower.” 

“Nope… But if you ever—.” 

“Goodbye, Rex,” I interrupted. I hung up, showered, and dressed for lunch. I didn’t expect any other calls, so I ordered a big lunch. I was halfway through a bowl of mac and cheese when I received a call from Clark. “Hi… Hey, Clark.” I held the phone between my ear and shoulder. 

“I um—. Are you eating?” Clark questioned. 

“Yeah, but um—. Do you wanna meet me?” I asked. I told him the name of the restaurant. 

“I’m down the street from there, but actually—. Lucky, I’d prefer it if we spoke in private. When are you leaving?” Clark asked.

“I’m not sure. I wanna stay until I can talk to my birth parents, but I’ve gotta get home before New Year’s… Why? Do you wanna meet at my hotel?” I questioned. “We can have dinner.” 

“Okay. We can do it tomorrow night,” Clark replied.

“Tomorrow night’s good. Are you bringing Christopher?” I asked. 

“No, we’re gonna hire a sitter,” Clark answered. I tried scarfing down my nuggets, and Clark heard me. “Should I call you back?” 

“Nuh-uh,” I answered.

“I’ll talk while you eat. I saw your last few posts. Are you teasing a single?” Clark questioned. I swallowed hard and took a sip of lemonade. 

“Oh, um—. You know what? I can answer that on the record. I’m posting a Caesar cipher this Friday with a special message about the album,” I replied, “I wanted to do something fun this time because this album is a bit—. It’s a little dark.”  

“Lucky, I wasn’t calling for a—.” 

“I know, but you and Lois are the only people other than my dad who don’t have an ulterior motive for being nice to me. You’re just nice,” I smiled as I finished eating.”I want you guys to be the first to report it.” 

“Lucky? How are you feeling? Today was a big day, and—.” 

“I thought I’d feel more… I thought I’d cry or something, but I—. I don’t feel anything. I guess I’m—. Maybe I’m in shock. Off the record, I get to meet my bio mom and dad, but I—. I don’t know if I’ll see them before or after I get my records. Clark, you were adopted. Right?” I asked.

“I was,” Clark answered. 

“So, you get it. Don’t you? I mean—. I—. It’s different, but I’m sure you understand why I’m so confused,” I stammered. I couldn’t word things the way I wanted to. 

“Lucky, I want you to understand that you’re the person you were meant to be. Who you were raised by didn’t change anything,” Clark replied. 

*

I couldn’t sleep until the morning, and I slept until a phone call woke me up. “Hello?” I answered. 

“Luck, can you do an interview while you’re out there?” Rex asked.

“When did you schedule it for? I need to be out of here by the twenty-eighth,” I replied. 

“You’re gonna be there for nine more days?” Rex questioned. “And the interview is on the twenty-first.”

“Yeah… I wanted to do a few things before I leave,” I explained, “And okay… I’ll be there. Just text me the info… And Rex?” 

“What, Kid?” Rex asked. 

“Take Roxy someplace nice. It’s the holidays, for Pete’s sake,” I whispered before hanging up. This time of year, my dad and I would sit in front of the fireplace, watching our favorite movies. We always slept in the living room during the holidays. It was like a thing we did. I’d sleep on one end of the sectional, and he’d sleep on the other. Sometimes, I would wake up, curl up in front of him on the couch, and wait for him to wake up. Sometimes, Dad would reach forward with closed eyes and mess up my hair, joking about how much he missed having hair. Those memories were tainted with the kind of pain that made my insides ache. 

I couldn’t control myself. I started crying. I cried so hard it made my stomach sick. I threw up in the hotel bathroom, still crying as I thought about the last time I spoke to Dad. I wondered if he hated me for taking him to court twice. I showered to calm down and got dressed for dinner. I tried to call Dad because I was scared. I was so nervous I couldn’t think straight. Mercy answered the phone for him. I knew that meant he didn’t want to talk to me. “Hi, Lucky,” Mercy answered.

“Mercy, where’s Dad?” I asked. 

“He’s in a meeting,” Mercy replied, “How are you, Luck?” 

“I’m—. I wanna talk to Dad. Can you—? I know he’s not in a meeting. I wanna talk to him,” I replied. Mercy said something that I couldn’t hear.

“I’ll take the call in private,” Dad answered. There was silence for a minute or so, and he sighed. “Conner, what did you want to talk about?” 

“Hi, Dad… I—. Why did you change your mind?” I asked. 

“Because they’re your parents… Maybe they can give you something I can’t—.” 

“Dad, why can’t we have a nice conversation?” I snapped. I called to say ‘thank you’ but couldn’t after he said that. “It’s the holidays—.” 

“We had an agreement, Conner. Meet your family and let the year finish out. Then, we can see where your head—.” 

“Fine. Fine… We won’t talk then. I don’t know why I thought this would be a pleasant conversation. I feel like I’m talking to a child—.” 

“Watch it, Conner,” Dad warned. I wasn’t as angry as I was hurt. I longed for the way things were before the adoption bombshell. 

“Whatever, Dad,” I muttered, “I gotta go.”

#fic #superfam #itnmiml fic #Conner Kent #Lois Lane #Roxy Leech #Rex Leech #Clark Kent #Hillary Chang #Highschool AU #Celebrity AU #Conner Kent Needs a Hug #Conner Luthor #Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent #Teen Angst #Angst #POV First Person #No Powers AU #Conner Kent-centric #Bisexual Conner Kent #POV Conner Kent #Protective Lex Luthor #Child Celebrity AU

[autisticlenaluthor]

Would you mind talking a bit about how Kara helps Lena through her internalized homophobia?

-so when lena comes out, kara is the first person she tells because Kara is out as pan and she knows kara won't shame her for how she's feeling. she doesn't tell anyone else and asks kara not to say anything, even though she knows many of kara's friends are also queer-- she's never been in a space that's accepting before and really isn't sure where to start.

-lena has a lot of hesitancy over using the word lesbian. lex used it as a word to mock her when they were younger. as a kid, lena would fight tooth and nail that she wasn't gay and was 'normal' like he was. but even then she had doubts and the fear that lex might've been right about her caused her to fall into a spiral of self-hatred.

-the week after lena comes out, kara comes by her office with a little care package. it has a small lesbian flag, some pride pins, a teddy bear, and a pint of Big Gay Ice Cream. lena almost cries when she receives it because even though she isn't ready to display any of it, she has someone who supports her and in that moment, it feels like everything. like maybe having come to terms with this thing doesn't mean she's any different than she was before she knew.

-kara tells her she's proud of her and that's one of the first time lena feels validated and okay in her sexuality

-lena, of course, is very self-sufficient. she doesn't steer away from things, she dives in head first. so she does what she always does and plunges herself into research abt LGBT history, lesbian history, and LGBT life in National City.

-she tells kara about the research she's been doing but how things still feel off. she thinks the community itself seems great and the history is fascinating but she doesn't feel like she's a part of it. like there's still something 'wrong' with her and maybe it isn't that she's gay, maybe it's something else. she doesn't know. she's just off, she's isolated.

-it's not something that lena brings up often when they hang out so when she does, kara knows it's taken a lot for her to actually be able to say it. they continue to have frequent movie nights and sleepovers and nothing really changes between them except for the fact that gradually, lena's becoming more and more aware that the feelings she has for kara don't match the feelings she has for her other friends. it only takes a second for her to realize that that 'wrong' feeling she has isn't about being a lesbian- it's about being a lesbian who is in love with her best friend and all the fear that comes with it. because what if she really is living up to the predatory lesbian stereotype and just doesn't realize it?

-lena strays away from kara and ends up confiding in alex. they've never been particularly close but alex is the only other lesbian she knows and while kara also likes girls, there's something about not being attracted to men at all that she just wouldn't understand.

-alex is the second person lena comes out to. she doesn't do it as gracefully as she did with kara. with alex, everything comes tumbling out in one giant word-vomit ramble. she tells alex that she's gay and confused and that she's trying to accept things but she can't because she knows that she loves kara and how is she supposed to keep her best friend when she knows she's in love with her? how is she supposed to navigate everything when deep down she knows she really is a horrible person for feeling this way?

-alex tells her that she isn't a bad person, even if she is in love with kara (and makes a joke about how "finally. you're officially the last person to know"), there's nothing inherently wrong with having a crush. even if that crush is on another woman (her best friend) there's nothing evil about the love she feels for kara.

-after that, alex and lena start to hang out more often. it feels good to have someone who can relate to her experiences and when she sees how happy alex is with maggie, for the first time, she feels hope when she thinks about her future. because if someone who struggled as much as alex did in coming to terms with her identity can be happy, maybe one day she can be too.

-at a sleepover, lena confesses all of this to kara. she leaves out the 'im in love with you' part but tells her about the conversations she's had with alex and how seeing older queer women in healthy relationships fills her with joy. something she never thought she'd ever feel when she first came out. kara again, tells her she's so proud of her. and reminds her that she always has been.

-they kiss for the first time that night and lena feels more at peace with herself and her identity than she ever has before

#im sorry this took so long to respond to!! i want to add more so ill reblog later with more thoughts #supercorp #supercorp ficlet #supercorp fanfiction #lena luthor

[zahroreadsthings]

The game continues...

Question: Heads or tails?

Response: Tails

Randomly generated response: Tails for good at darts

Check notes for previous instalments

You draw on your limited knowledge of darts and take a deep breath.

('It's not that deep,' Ash says.

'Shut up,' Rowan hisses.)

It really isn't that deep. You throw and call out, 'Twenty-four!' There's no way you can win but you might just come third.

You retreat to the scoreboard as Ruby steps up. Your points were recorded but nothing's been deducted yet. Rowan hovers at your elbow to chat as you calculate your score.

'Having fun?'

'Yeah, actually! I think I got lucky - I usually just play cards.' ('Thirty!' Ruby yells.) 'Thanks for letting me join. You all seem pretty tight.' You look at Cal and Ash who are loudly talking strategy. You didn't even consider a strategy.

'You walk into The Barnacle and everyone becomes your best friend. That's how it works.'

'Is that how you all met?'

'Nope. Ash and Cal have some kind of thing going on, and Cal and I watch birds together. Ash and Ruby used to play a tabletop game before Ruby had a massive falling-out with his cousin and quit the campaign. It was a whole thing. Ash and I hate each other but it's mostly for fun so it's fine.'

'... I don't even have a pet cat all the time.'

'There's a whole story there but I'm up now.'

--

Ruby takes her turn to watch you write scores. Ash tries to ignore Callie's distractions while he throws. You wonder if this was in their strategy meeting.

'You came at a great time. Usually the loser keeps score but Ash wins so often none of us can remember the last time he had to. We were hoping he would pull the short straw before you came.'

'Lucky him. Do you all play often?'

'Every week whoever's free comes - Z and Cooper aren't here - but this might be the last for a few weeks because we'll all be too busy when the witch meet starts.'

You pretend to know what that is. 'I forgot how soon that was. It'll be my first one - how busy does it usually get?'

'Super. They come from all over and we won't catch a break. Cal has his blacksmithing, I'll be waiting tables, all that stuff. You're up.'

While you throw you think about the meet. It's common for places to only have witches they need - Wreck Reef has a coast and a weather one but no road ones, for instance - so you don't even know all the types you might meet.

You're distracted enough to miss your last shot.

--

House rules say the game doesn't stop when someone reaches zero. You come in second place, narrowly beating Ruby. The others insist on a few more rounds and you're enjoying yourself so much you stay.

Ash wins every game. You and Ruby compete for second place, but in a bid to beat you in one round she pokes your side so hard you miss your last two shots and come in fourth.

You receive a standing invitation to join future games after the witch meet.

Callie hugs you before you go. 'I love you, Scorekeeper.'

Without hesitation you say, 'I love you too, man.'

The afternoon light is a shock after the dim inside. You can go to the cottage; there's no way Isla's still there. But you still don't know about the witch meet.

#polls #cyoa #i drew out a relationship map. patreon exclusive. #(not a patreon exclusive i'll post it when i get other supplementals sorted <3)

[hippolotamus]

Trick or treat!!

Hello, dearest! Earlier this year I started a set of Twylexis drabbles to post during D&P's anniversary week. Sadly, all the inspiration fled and would not come back in time. But I will give you a bit of what is there. Especially considering they pick up where the Wedding drabble prompt left off 🥰 (all word prompts are from @schittscreekdrabbleblog)

Mist

Despite the earlier downpour, the rain has subsided to a fine mist. Enough that people are giving David and Patrick their well wishes and beginning to leave the cafè. Alexis forces herself away from the counter to make sure guests receive their goodie bags packed with samples from the apothecary and mini wine bottles with tuxedo wrappers. She pulls one of the bottles out, realizing her mistake when her chest becomes tight and her vision becomes watery. How many more tears can she cry today? She quickly replaces it and swipes away a stray tear. Maybe nobody noticed. “Lex?” Shit.

Sun

Twyla’s only had the last year to practice everything she couldn’t – didn’t – say before Alexis left. She doesn’t even have to say it all, just one question really.  It seemed so much simpler in her head. But that was before Alexis was standing in her cafè, looking like a daydream with her head thrown back, laughing at something George said. How did Twyla let her go? Alexis turns her attention to Twyla then, glowing like sunshine personified, and oh no she can’t do this. “Hey, Twy,” Alexis says, soft and uncharacteristically shy.  “Hi, Lex.” Breathe. “Can I ask you something?”

Trip

Coming back to Schitt’s Creek is a special kind of hell, even with a professional company taking care of the actual moving. Somehow the truck gets delayed by a week, leaving Alexis with only the contents of her suitcase. Then Roland tries to enforce some imaginary mayoral authority, nearly causing the truck to leave without delivering anything. Thankfully Patrick manages to corral Roland and smooth everything over.  But it’s worth the frustration. Because it gets her Twyla, just across the mattress instead of hundreds of miles away.  “Good morning, babe.” “Yeah.” Twyla snuggles closer, sighing and content. “It really is.”

#hippo gets mail #stereopticons #hippo writes #twylexis drabble #for my beloved science penguin #🦦💞🦛 #👻🎃🕷️ #come trick or treat!! #sc drabble

[quandaryqueen]

Desperate measures

Arkham Riddler X Reader

Wherein in desperation, you asked for the Riddler's protection to avoid Lex Luthor's wrath.

Inspired by a little anecdote from my father after my country's election. It's interesting how people with power can do such things.

Anxiety had you seized by the neck and in desperation, you claw and flail and managed to arrange a meeting with world renowned Riddler. The delightful fella, though scoring 4/10 in endurance and strength, he was your only hope, which says a lot in your situation.

You needed all the help you can get and you were no choosing beggar. The Riddler is the only one you knew would cross Luthor's path in an opposing manner and does so without getting scathed... Severely.

Where else would you get help? Of course there's always Batman but he would no doubt look into your fair share of crimes. Why else would you have been formerly affiliated with Luthor? Everyone associated with Luthor would eventually get their hands dirty. Well, if you'd ask anyone else, namely Penguin or any other of the Rogue's gallery, a lot of them are partial to swear fealty to him, but it's best not to take risks. And by hell, you would rather meet whatever Lex has in stored rather than getting yourself involved with the Joker.

And so, the Riddler it is. He wasn't easy to track and definitely didn't make it easy for you to contact him. But like I said, in desperation you deployed all your connections and took advantage of it. Once you took a hold of him, he was feeling extra spiteful and haughty to entertain you for a meeting. He was particularly vague about meeting you, constantly contradicting himself to make further complication in your brain. He is the Riddler after all, and he loves his mind games, but you were having none of his fuckery.

"If you accept my proposal I will sponsor whatever project you're making."

"Oh?" For once, he actually lent you his full attention, having been hit with a advantageous opportunity. He scoffs. "Do tell me more."

And so, arrangements were made and you spared no expense to cater to the Riddler. You had yourself a reservation at Dorsia, a one hell of a difficult feat considering the bastards there are a bunch of pricks and are always fully booked by rich assholes... Well, fellow rich assholes anyways.

You've dolled yourself up for the occasion, but nothing too flashy, lest should you outshine the Riddler he would hold off his end of the deal, as he does have a one hell of an ego. It's as simple as it gets, simple enough to meet the standards of the restaurant's dress code anyways.

He arrives in a fashionably late manner, much to your dismay but you expected this. Apparently, it's his time you're consuming.

"Mister Nygma, pleasure to see you." Your gaze says otherwise, you looked as if you were holding yourself back. As you should.

"Oh please, my friends call me Eddie,," He seats himself in from of you, his chair being pulled and pushed for him. He leans by forward, his elbow on the table and chin on his palms. There was this sickly grin in his face, that cocky little prick. "So... About this proposal... Explain yourself. Why oh why are you contacting little ol' me?"

As you were about to open your mouth, he interjects. "Let me make an educated guess: You are asking for my help because of the recent little fuck up you made that cost Luthor's presidency? After all, he had received your full reassurance that he would be winning with your promotions and such, that he has I've you a rather handsome amount of cash, only for him to lose... Am I correct?"

Well, he certainly hit a nail on that. So you nodded. This seems to satisfy him, stroke his ego even, especially when you showed a quick glimpse of shock at his accuracy.

"Of course I'm right. I always am. You are at least competent enough to think I am the best choice to protect you. Props to you for recognising my genius, people these days can hardly recognise my brilliant self. What a bunch of Imbeciles..."

You interject before he can further stray away from the topic, god knows if the meeting would lengthen yo a degree that the sole purpose of the meeting would be forgotten.

"If I may... Edward.." You were rather hesitant to say his name, it's almost you were starting to question whether you made the right choice or not. But alas, you were in too deep to consider changing courses. God knows if you haven't done anything, Luthor might strike again. "Let's discuss the exchange that will be happening between us. I don't want to waste any more time." You firmly asserted, but with that nervous time of yours, it made you look extra pathetic. And unfortunately, Nygma took notice of it.

"Cute..." He patronises, looking down at you from the tip of his nose.

You chose not to address his insult. You swallow your pride and proceeded with your purpose.

"I need to know that you swear your fealty to me." You hated how pathetic you are. Despite your attempt at being firm, choosing dominant words and such, but you know that he knows he has the upper hand here and he doesn't even have to try. "In return, I will reward your loyalty to me by sponsoring your projects, but know that these will only be anonymous exchanges meaning, you are cannot name me as your sponsor."

"Any projects?"

"Yes. Anything."

You watch him lean his back against his seat, pinching his chin between his thumb and index finger. You hated how theatrical he has to be just to keep you waiting and you know he finds delight to see you desperate for him.

You fear your statement was unsatisfactory, and so you added, "Please, I'm begging you. Luthor had  sent me a casket this morning and I fear for my safety."

The Riddler raises a brow in amusement. To resort to appealing to him with your state of safety, as if he'd care about your fickly little life.

"And?" Fucking hell, will this man ever be satisfied?

"You're the only individual I know that Luthor won't cross. I know that the man intimidated by you and you're just the perfect man for me." If you had to kneel, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Buttering me up, Y/N? I'm flattered, my dear..." My, my, you threw in some praises for good measure. He admits, you're a cute little thing, so pathetic and small. Looking at you makes him feel an air of superiority.

You looked up at him when he hums, as if he had concluded a thought. Your leg bounced from under the table from the immense anxiety that had wrung the better sense of judgement out you mind.

"It is settled. I will make sure that the phony shan't touch a hair on that pretty little head of yours. I've always hated the guy anyways." He says with a cocky smile, voice dropping to a low tone. "I must admit, Mx. Y/N, I never could have thought that I'd be your first choice. You see, people like you would resort to seek protection from fellow wealthy people by recruiting the worse of ideas. Namely, Penguin, or Two-face or if you are as dumb as a rock, Joker. It's good that you recognise the genius I am.

"Now, let's order shall we? I'm quite famished."

And so begins your partnership with The Riddler.

#edward nigma #edward nygma #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #arkham riddler x reader #arkham riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nygma x you #dc x you #dc x reader #dc universe

[drdemonprince]

hey i know what im about to ask for advice for isnt ur experience but i thought its possible someone else in ur audience has had a similar one its just starting to get unbearable. im in my early 20s and an autistic lesbian. im almost done with college, have had good friends here, have had good friends online as well, but to my knowledge no one throughout my entire life has had even a crush on me. ive never kissed anyone, no one’s asked me out, even as a kid at recess or whatever. like sometimes i even wish a boy had paid attention to me in that way because maybe then it prove theres not something wrong with me. its just so isolating because literally everyone else in my life has at least been kissed or had a crush situation by the time they were my age. ive tried to talk on dating apps but i just have zero confidence about it because no one who has actually seen me or talked to me for more than a couple times has expressed interest. maybe im oblivious to it being autistic but like i would know if someone said something explicit you know? i feel like it wont ever happen. idk. i think it would help to know if people thought the same things about themselves and then something did happen for them. because it just feels like im the only person alive with this experience who actually wants these things to happen (like i know ace/aro people are out there, its just not me)

Thank you for your question. I'll share some of my thoughts, with the huge caveats that I have not lived this experience, and hopefully readers with more relevant perspectives could also weigh in.

I notice here that you describe yourself and your relationship to attraction in terms of things happening to you, or you receiving certain kinds of attention. You frame yourself throughout this as the possible passive recipient of attraction. But what about what you want? How often have you expressed desire to somebody? How frequently and in what ways have you initiated contact, told someone you were interested in them, or invited someone on a date?

You mention using dating sites and talking with people, but those conversations never turning into anything more. That seems to be a very common problem in the lesbian dating world. I think a lot of women do not feel confident and comfortable in expressing their desires outright and it seems to lead to a lot of grinding of gears and people assuming that nobody is interested in them when really all parties involved feel too shy and disempowered to use their words and directly ask for a date.

I understand that to be a very common thing for queer women, though admittedly it is difficult for me to wrap my mind around as someone who was telling people on OK Cupid that i wanted to meet up and fuck them that evening back when I was like 21 years old, and who moves through the realms of steamworks and grindr and the cell block bar dancefloor now. I've had many interpersonal problems but telling somebody directly that I wanted to bang or even to hang out has not historically been one of them, and I really wish I could just lend some of that hutzpah over to my lensbian siblings because I hear people grousing about how dry apps like Lex are all the time.

It seems pretty glib and unhelpful for me to say "just act more like a bluntly direct gay autistic man" and to say that would be to ignore that a lack of confidence and queer women skewing a bit passive are probably not the only factors you're dealing with. There might be biases working against you like fatphobia, racism, or ableism that incline fewer people to openly express desire for you, and that's a real problem that operates outside of you and that no amount of self love can eradicate, and I think it's validating and important to just acknowledge when the deck is stacked against people.

But there are lots of people out there who will want to date and fuck you, for sure, even if you are dealing with any of those injustices, and additionally, I doubt from your message that you're doing anything particularly weird or off putting in your messages with people on dating apps that's like driving anybody away. You mention that you have a lot of good friends and that things are otherwise going pretty decently for you in life, so it really doesn't seem to me like anything you are doing or bringing to the table is "wrong". And over the years I have known a great many lesbians and wlw who were very social, outgoing, fun to be around, cute, and a total romantic prize who just did not fuck or date until their late 20s or 30s or beyond, because of some of the social forces I already described (and again I encourage my lesbian followers to contribute to the conversation because I know it's not my lane and I might not be explaining the phenomenon correctly).

If you haven't, I would suggest showing your dating app profile and messages to some trusted friends (maybe some gay men as well as other queer women?) to get a variety of perspectives and some reassurance.

But I think, based on the admittedly limited information that I have here, that you just need to approach people more and more directly, and that slowly through that you will become more comfortable with initiation and rejection, as well as with seeing yourself as a sexual being with agency, rather than a passive receiver of others' interest.

Try telling people directly that they are cute, that you like them, that you want to be around them, that you'd like to kiss them, that you'd love to go see a movie with them or tie them up or finger blast them or that being near them makes you happy or horny or etc as the situation warrants. If you havent already that is!

[lordofthestrix]

💭 + power

send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic. I'm in fundamental disagreement with some habitual readings of Tristan as power-hungry at a rather basic level. I think his ambitions are actually nuanced and complex. I actually would go as far as to express that there is enough canon-material to rightfully argue that Tristan is not interested at all in power for power's sake. He doesn't even respect it. A common backstory within the TVD universe, not only among vampires, involves all kinds of characters who grow an obsession or fixation with power mainly because they felt powerless at some previous point of their lives. But Tristan doesn't fit this. I would say he had a complicated relationship with power even as a human. Often feeling like the most powerful person in the room, even more than his father, and yet in some aspects also frustratingly perceiving himself as the the one with least say on some matters. I think he grew up exploring the subtleties and contradictions of different forms of power. He interprets it as a useful if potentially treacherous tool. But just a tool in the the end. Never the objective in itself. Power as a form of control doesn't hold any allure to him because Tristan never needed to have these more raw variations of power in order to feel like the one in control. He already does. Tristan as a human, confronting the "demons" invading his home: Klaus: "This is not going to be pleasant." Tristan: "Do so at your peril."

But this was him as a human!- an observer might say. Surely he changed his tune with time. Tristan's first instinct a millennium later, at a table that included two Originals and an exceedingly powerful witch. Tristan: Harm my sister and I'll be forced to return the favor.

Facing someone with inherent strength, speed or "power" that surpasses his own is never something Tristan cowers from. It is a matter of methodology. And in this I would like to compare him with Lucien. Because I believe their perspectives contrast each other interestingly. See these two quotes, side by side. Lucien: I will leave you with one lesson. Against vampires, humans always lose.  ---- Hayley: These vampires are ancient. How is Marcel supposed to beat one of them? Tristan: With guile, courage...perhaps a bit of trickery. Lucien's traumas stem from those who wronged him and were hierarchically above him in one way or another (Tristan included) It is understandable to develop a point of view from where the solution is entirely hierarchical as well. His answer is to "upgrade" himself until he is the one on the top. For Tristan, who grew up among the the ones who were at the top and observed them well, anyone can already be beaten. His solution is to outmaneuver, outsmart and outplay. And this mixture of bravery and intelligence is something he highlights in another episode as a formidable combination. But Lex...Doesn't he spend century after century seeking for more power? I'm glad you asked, my imaginary interviewer. And my answer is: Is that what he is seeking? Aya: Tristan has been a collector of extraordinary talent for the better part of a millennium. He chooses the best of the best and helps them evolve. Aya: One of our more famous faces. We count amongst our society celebrated actors, artists, politicians... Of course, most of us prefer to live a life outside of the public eye. That doesn't make our talents any less impressive. Aya:  We're the top of the food chain. The smartest, the strongest. And, we take what we want. The Strix under Tristan is not an army (although it certain can and will be employed as one if there is need to see it adopting such role) It is...Well...A court. There are within its ranks some extraordinarily remarkable warriors. But it is also a pinnacle of the arts. Of accomplishment, influence and marvel. Power is another factor among these. But only one. All of these divisions give us a clue concerning Tristan's genuine fixation. Because while it isn't power itself, Tristan does have an eternal fascination of his own: Greatness. Uniqueness. Talent. Creativity. That fusion of bravery and cunning. The remarkable and the sublime. Even beauty is in here, considering some of his comments. Forms of greatness. These are the things Tristan exhibits sincere, personal interest towards. Power is, once again, a tool. Even when he directly addresses power on the show it is always under the particular lenses of "special among.." and "like no other." Power and influence are instruments to create the music he wishes to hear. It serves to protect what is worthy of being protected and to get him what he yearns for. Now I feel awfully tempted to go on, rambling about my headcanons regarding why Tristan feels this constant beckoning towards greatness. Because while he mostly enjoys the hunt, it isn't unimportant to notice that a part of him feels that he must do the things he does. As an obligation to himself. But that wasn't the chosen word. And I tortured you with enough of a long answer already.

#Out of eternity #Tristan de Martel #Julincantations