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navybrat817 · 10 months

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Where We Left Off

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're in love with your best friend who is determined to make the most of your vacation together. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Light angst, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), future fun, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: New AU called Reconnect because why not? Meet Dreamboat and Butterfly. For @the-slumberparty 's June's Monthly Challenge : Bikini and Beach, and Smut Hub Summer Camp Bingo @sagechanoafterdark: Choose Your Vibes: Summer. Thank you @flordeamatista for the inspiration and pre-reading! ❤️ Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a couple of summers ago when you realized you were in love with Bucky Barnes. When you looked back on your friendship, you wondered how it took you so long to realize it. Like how his smile made your heart race whenever he looked your way. Or how you found a solid ground and safe space together, each of you able to confide in the other.

He made you feel safe.

"You're my best friend."

Nothing more.

You stared out the living room window with a sigh, the beach house blanketed by the heavy sound of rain. While it had been bright and sunny just minutes ago, the sky was now dark and misty. You shivered as you wrapped your towel tighter around your wet body, enchanted by the summer storm instead of going to your room to change. It figured you'd buy a new swimsuit for the trip and only get to wear it outside for a minute.

"So much for lounging on the beach."

You smiled softly as you glanced at Bucky beside you, who ran a hand through his long, soaked hair. He hadn't bothered to keep his towel after the two of you rushed back inside, clad in just his blue trunks that matched the shade of his eyes. You scolded yourself for letting your gaze roam along his sun kissed, muscular body.

You didn't have the right to look at him that way.

"Yeah. So much for that," you said, the towel doing little to keep you warm as the air conditioner kicked on. "Maybe our punishment for getting started without everyone?"

Steve, another one of Bucky's best friends, put together a weeklong trip for the gang. So far, you and Bucky were the only two at the beach house. Everyone else wasn't going to be there until the evening. That was why you went for an immediate swim once you picked your room. The storm would likely put the group behind even more and now you were stuck inside with Bucky.

Why had you agreed to show up early?

Why did you have to be alone with him?

Why do I have to love him?

"Maybe," he said with a stretch, drawing attention to his wide chest. "Since it doesn't look like it's slowing down at all, why don't we cuddle on the couch? Catch up a bit?"

"Cuddle?" you scoffed, the sound more bitter than you intended as you turned to face him. "Why would we do that?"

A flicker of hurt passed over his eyes before he blinked it away. "Well, for one, you're cold. I can practically hear your teeth chattering," he replied. He wasn't a fan of being cold either, but he always ran warm. "And two, cuddling never bothered you before."

Your stomach flip-flopped. Bucky was right. He was the only male friend you ever snuggled with. Whenever you had a bad day, he didn't hesitate to throw a heavy arm around you and pull you against his chest. On good days, he found an excuse to keep you plastered by his side. He used to do it so often that most people assumed you were dating.

Wishful thinking.

"I'm sorry," you said, giving him the nicest smile you could manage even though it hurt to do so. "Been awhile since it was just the two of us and even longer than that since we cuddled."

The day it clicked that you saw Bucky as more than a friend was the day he introduced you to Dolores. Everyone called her Dot. The beautiful redhead looked good on his arm and you wondered why it wasn't you in her place. But you put on a brave face and smiled, even as your heart shattered. Because Bucky's happiness meant more than your feelings.

It didn't stop you from crying alone in the darkness where no one else could see.

"That's my fault," he whispered, sliding his fingers into his hair again and tugging harshly on the strands. You noticed he did that when he was upset. "And I'm sorry."

"Friendship goes both ways," you pointed out.

"You never faded out of my life when you dated anyone."

They weren't you, Bucky.

"I guess she was different," you smiled sadly.

The two of you still hung out and messaged each other while he dated Dot, but it was always as a group and the daily messages dwindled to chats here and there. You had the feeling that Dot didn't like you very much. In a way, you didn't fault her for that. Maybe she saw through you and knew you wanted Bucky.

Yet he was the one who broke up with her.

"You're allowed to be mad at me," he said as he took your hand and crossed the room to the couch. "I'd be mad at me."

"Right now, I'm just cold," you said, not wanting to dwell on the past. What good would it do?

He nodded slowly, almost like he was disappointed in your response. "Okay."

You shrieked when he pulled the towel away. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you minutes before in your bikini and you swore his gaze lingered on you long enough to consider it staring, but what was he doing? "What the hell?" you asked, but made no move to cover yourself.

Maybe I want him to see that I'm desirable.

Bucky let out a breath as he looked at you, your shivering having nothing to do with the cold. "You said you were cold, so let me warm you up," he urged, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch before he took a seat. "Please?"

Silence fell over you as you sat down beside him. He wasted no time putting the blanket over you and wrapping his arms around your shaking frame. You breathed in his familiar scent and found yourself fighting off tears, a bittersweet swirl of longing and comfort settling in your chest.

Because he embraced you as if you meant something to him.

"I missed you," he whispered, running a hand along your back.

Your heart clenched, focusing on the rain falling outside in a melancholy rhythm. "I missed you, too."

"But we have each other again."

"I wish that were true," you whispered.

Why did I say that?

His hand stilled, but you were too afraid to look at him. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Panic bubbled in your chest. You couldn't just blurt out your feelings like this. "I just mean you went from a constant to a fleeting moment in my life," you said, which was the truth. "I don't want things to fizzle after we leave."

Bucky used to be the brightest star in your sky. Then he became the shooting star you missed making a wish upon. But you would forever watch the sky if only to get a glimpse of his bright light.

"I'll make it up to you. I have this whole week to start," he promised, rubbing his chin along the top of your head. "I don't care what Steve has planned. I'm all yours."

You squeezed your eyes shut because you knew you'd cry if you didn't. He wasn't yours. Not really.

"I'm yours, too, Bucky."

I always will be.

Surely Bucky will sweep us off our feet, right? Love and thanks! ❤️

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luxaofhesperides · 5 months

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Childhood friends to lovers ; requested by @starlightcat04!

Duke’s grandmother lived in Illinois when he was a kid, years before he and his parents were captured by the Joker and the news of it sent her to a hospital that she didn’t leave until Death arrived for her. But before all that, before his life upended and tore itself to shreds in front of him, Duke used to visit her in the summers.

His parents didn’t want to leave Gotham, but they also didn’t want him to grow up there amid all the crime and rogue attacks. The solution was to drive down to his grandmother’s house, suitcase in the trunk, and stay with him there for a few days before they returned to make sure no one broke into their house.

She lived in the outskirts of Amity Park, a town smaller than Gotham and much, much quieter. The change in scenery always blew his mind, and he spent most of his childhood summers running around the woods, accidentally scaring hikers.

There were other kids in Amity, further in towards the suburbs, but he never got along with most of them, too strange, only here for a month or so, and carrying an awareness and sense of danger that all Gothamites had.

He didn’t really have friends in Amity Park, except for one: Danny Fenton, local outcast due to his scientist parents'… everything. His only friend, a boy named Tucker, would always be gone in the summers as well, visiting family in Chicago and Pennsylvania.

They gravitated towards each other, as lonely kids tend to do.

Danny helped make those summers fun, full of laughter and skinned knees and smuggled tech from the Fenton household to mess around with. They shared stories of their lives, comparing Amity Park to Gotham, arguing over superheroes and getting distracted each time by how cool heroes were.

The last summer he ever went to Amity Park, Danny had gotten his first cell phone and eagerly gave Duke his number. Any time they weren’t together, they were texting until they fell asleep, phone still in hand.

The time they spent together was always limited, but Duke could swear that no one in the world knew him as well as Danny did.

He still misses him.

They still text and call when they can, but it’s gotten hard over the past few years. Duke was caught up in foster care and searching for his parents and being part of the We Are Robin gang and then becoming the Signal. Danny, from what he’s shared with Duke, went through similar things of recovering from a lab accident and then having his town be overrun with ghosts, of all things, which had the government get involved and cause problems.

The few times they were able to find a quiet night where they could just talk and be Duke and Danny again were nights he always treasured, though they left an ache in his chest when it was over.

It’s just been so long since they’ve seen each other in person. He doesn’t even know what Danny looks like anymore! And, sure, he could always ask for a picture, but it feels awkward. They know what they looked like before. And they’ve heard each other’s voices, know the basics of what’s going on in each other’s lives…

They still know each other, but Duke is all too aware of the distance that’s grown between them.

“Duke, seriously, what’s got you spacing out so much?” Steph asks, pulling him from his thoughts.

He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “Just thinking. Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

“I was saying,” she says, “That you should do a road trip. Or just like, travel around. Check out college campuses. Enjoy your last summer vacation of high school! Trust me, you’ll want the break before going into senior year.”

“Just because you’re two years older than me—”

“Excuse me for trying to impart my wisdom! See if I help you again when I’m older and wiser.”

“Sure, Steph,” he says, “Whatever you say.”

She squints at him. “What’s with that tone? I’m being helpful right now!”

“Mhm.”

“Geez. I should have let Dick talk to you. Anyways, I already told Bruce that you wanted to do this, so he’s agreed to fund it.”

Duke jerks upright in his seat, nearly falling out of it. “You did WHAT?!”

“You’re welcome,” Steph grins, unrepentant.

“Steph, come on. This is unnecessary. Isn’t it better for me to help out more in the summer? Train more, work with the team on stuff, you know, important things?”

“Duke.” Steph’s voice suddenly turns serious and he can’t help but give her all his attention. “Listen to me. Your life is more important. If Gotham survived when Bruce was the only cape around, then it’ll survive while you prioritize your life. And that means touring colleges to figure out where you want to go.”

“I could just stay here and go to GCU.”

Steph just stares at him, unimpressed, and he has to admit, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not gonna do that.”

“Just enjoy traveling around, okay? And if you want someone to go with you…” she nudges him with her shoulder, repeatedly, very clearly hinting at something.

“I’ll be sure to ask Cass,” Duke says, and Steph rolls her eyes, but doesn’t deny that Cass would be a great travel partner.

Their conversation comes to a halt when an alarm on her phone goes off and she drops her head with a groan. She grabs her bag and takes off with a quick explanation that she has to get to class, one she hates but is determined to ace just to spite the professor, and in no time at all, Duke is alone again.

Without Steph providing him a distraction, Duke has nothing to do but read through his texts with Danny. It hasn’t been that long since they last talked; four days ago is nothing compared to the months of silence that went between them a few years ago. They’ve gotten better since staying in contact since then, and make sure to text at least once a week.

It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

He considers asking Danny where he’s planning to go. Maybe they could go to the same place together, live in the same apartment, be able to finally stick together. Not that it’ll ever happen; the more likely outcome is that they’ll be accepted into different universities, chose places closer to their respective homes, and still be far apart.

An idea begins to form in his mind.

They’ve had summers together before. Maybe they could have one more.

First, he needs to talk to Bruce.

He’s working from home, thankfully, typing away at a laptop in his office when Duke knocks on the door and pokes his head in.

“Duke,” Bruce smiles, pushes his laptop away. “Come in.”

“Hey. Steph said she talked to you about me traveling this summer?”

“Yes. She was very insistent that you go visit any universities that pique your interest. I’ve already agreed to fund everything, and I can take care of plane tickets and hotels as well.”

Duke nods, trying not to look too nervous. “Yeah, so about that. Could I travel with someone? Would that be cool? Or is this a thing for me only?”

Bruce blinks. “I promise cost is not an issue. Adding another person won’t be a problem. Who is it?”

“Ah, no one you know. He’s a childhood friend of mine who lives in Illinois, and I’d like to spend a summer with him again.”

“Who is it?”

Oh boy. Bruce is definitely going to find everything he can about Danny and his family and start interrogating Duke about him. But if that’s going to let him travel the country with Danny, then he’s more than willing to deal with it.

“Danny Fenton, from Amity Park. The town with the ghost problem.”

Bruce leans back in his chair. “I’ve heard of them. The League discussed investigating it when the news first got out, but Constantine warned us to stay away due to risk of possession. It seems that the local hero, Phantom, has it all in hand.” Bruce nods, already thinking deeply about his next steps. “Alright, I’ll need to do some research. And send me a list of the universities you’d like to visit so I can plan your itinerary.”

“Cool. Thanks, B.”

Duke leaves as quickly as he can after that, letting out a relieved breath once he’s sure no one is around to hear it.

Step one is done.

Now for step two: communication.

duke: hey, are you free for a call anytime soon? danny: yeah! we can call now if u want :)

Well! That was way faster than he was expecting.

He all but sprints through the halls to get to his room and locks the door behind himself. It won’t do much to stop anyone from actually coming in, but it is a sign that he wants privacy. Once he’s sure no one is going to be listening in and interrupting, Duke pulls up Danny’s contact and hits the call button.

It rings twice before Danny’s picking up, greeting him with a cheerful, “Hey Duke! What’s up?”

“Hey Danny,” he replies, unable to help the way his voice softens with affection. “So, this is totally out of the blue, but if you could spend this summer going around the country with me, would you?”

“I mean, yeah, obviously. You know I’d do anything to spend more time with you! Why?”

Duke grins. While he was sure about what Danny’s answer would be, that didn’t stop him from worrying about a rejection. “Well. Bruce has offered to fund the entire trip and bring someone along.”

“Wait, seriously? You want me to go with you?”

“Who else? Dude, you know I love spending time with you, and I’ve missed you like crazy.”

“Oh my God, you’re serious. Duke! Yes, I want to be your travel buddy! Are you kidding me? In what world would I say no?”

“Hey, man, you can’t blame me for making sure. Are your parents going to be fine with that?”

Danny goes quiet, and Duke feels his heart drop. “Danny? Is something wrong?”

“No,” Danny says, followed by a bitter laugh. “They won’t care. I’ll just tell them I’m going traveling with a friend and that’ll be enough. They’re too busy to care much about what I do, these days. They probably won’t even notice that I’m gone, now that Jazz isn’t here to remind them that I exist.”

“How is Jazz, by the way? We could visit her.”

“She’s doing fine. Really loving Harvard. And I’d love that Duke. You’re the best.”

The mood of the conversation eases and they fall into the usual rhythm of catching each other up, chatting about their lives and any other thought that crosses their minds. It’s easy for the hours to slip away with Danny, and before he knows it, there’s a knock on his door as Alfred calls him for dinner.

He hangs up with a quick goodbye to Danny, along with a promise to send him the itinerary once it’s made.

Somehow, news of his summer plans get out by the end of the day. Which means Steph blabbed and feels no remorse about it. The next week of Duke’s life is overtaken by nearly every trying to help him plan and prepare for his trip, while lightly interrogating him about Danny. By the time he was heading off to the airport, agreeing to take one of Bruce’s smaller private planes which was piloted by a man who definitely wasn’t Jason going by the name 'Todd Jameson'. Of course not, that would be silly.

(Duke sighed very, very loudly when he saw Jason waving at him from outside the plane. He should have expected the guy to take advantage of Bruce needing a pilot and teasing him about Danny.)

He can’t bring himself to be too bother by it, though, when it means he’ll get to be with Danny again soon. Duke would pay any price to be with him again, so this is hardly anything.

They set off with a wave from Duke and Jason flipping the bird to the rest of the family. And then Jason is up in the cockpit, blasting his playlist of songs from musicals, and Duke is left to wait impatient for the next few hours until they reach Illinois.

The hours pass far too slow but also much too fast. Duke feels like he barely has time to prepare himself before they’re landing smoothly and Danny texts him to let him know he’s at the airport.

Jason sees him off before heading out to take a call from Roy, telling him to find his own way to his hotel. Duke barely pays him enough mind to say goodbye, grabbing his suitcase and hurrying into the airport, searching for the terminal Danny’s at.

He doesn’t find Danny first. Danny finds him and slams into him like a freight train. It’s only his training that keeps Duke from toppling over, dropping his suitcase to hold Danny. They cling to each other tightly, as if they might never see each other again. Danny’s got his legs wrapped around Duke’s waist like a koala, and Duke would be happy to carry him forever.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” Danny murmurs into his ear. Duke shivers, holding him tighter, and smiles.

“Yeah. I know. Man, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

“I think I can take a pretty good guess.”

Danny pulls away, dropping his feet back to the ground.

Duke is finally able to see Danny for the first time in years, and he’s pretty sure he stops breathing for a solid minute. Danny grew up fine. He’s got the bluest eyes he’s ever seen, and soft black hair that’s a little windswept and messy, and his grin is as bright and beautiful as always. For a moment, Duke wants nothing more than to kiss him.

Then Danny steps back and the thought fades.

“Ready to go? We’re going to UChicago first, yeah?”

“That’s the plan,” Duke says, falling into step with Danny as they make their way out of the airport. “Then a day just to hang out in Chicago before we head to Harvard.”

“Cool,” Danny grins. “Hotel first, though, right?”

“Yeah, man, catch up time is essential.”

Danny glances over at him, something unreadable in his eyes, but he smiles when he sees that Duke is already looking at him. “Let’s get going, then.”

Danny drives them in a car he apparently made himself, which explains why it’s a model Duke’s never seen before. It drives like a dream and Duke is very tempted to get Danny to make one for the Signal, maybe even wrangle up a contract to have him work with Batman Inc.

They spend the two hour drive chatting and laughing as if no time has passed at all since they last saw each other in person. All the years seem to fade away and they’re just Duke and Danny again, spending another summer together.

Check in goes smoothly, and the room Bruce has booked them is large, with two beds, a seating area, and a dining area. A glass door leads to a small balcony with two chairs and a fantastic view of the lake behind the hotel. They set both their suitcases on the luggage rack, and Duke only has time to turn to Danny to ask which bed he wants before he finds himself pressed up against the wall, Danny’s hands on his cheeks.

“Tell me if you don’t want this,” he whispers against Duke’s lips.

Duke doesn’t bother replying. He just leans in, closes the minuscule distance between them, and kisses Danny. It’s soft and sweet and everything he’s ever wanted.

Then Danny makes a small noise in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss. It goes from soft to heated and desperate and all consuming instantly. Duke slides his hands around Danny’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and thinks I never want to leave you again.

He’s completely lost track of time when Danny pulls back with gasp. They both take a few seconds to catch their breath, and Duke realizes his cheeks feel cold.

“Sorry,” Danny whispers, pulling his hands away. Duke catches them before they can go too far and holds them together.

“Sorry for what?”

“The frost,” he says, wiggling his fingers lightly. Duke glances down and sees that his fingertips are lightly coated in frost, spilling down his fingers.

“You have powers?”

“Came with the lab accident.”

“Man,” Duke says, “We have got to catch up properly. There’s a ton I haven’t told you.”

Danny laughs lightly, breathlessly. “Oh, for sure. But later. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years.”

“Danny, baby, you can kiss me all night if you want.”

“I intend to,” he says with a bright grin.

What else could Duke do but lean in and kiss him again?

Nothing else exists in that moment except them. Duke is so, so glad he’s got the rest of summer to spend with Danny. He’s going to take him on dates in every city they visit.

They’ve gone years without seeing each other. Duke refuses to let it happen again. Whatever future awaits them, he’ll do all he can to keep Danny in it.

But for now, he’s got his cute childhood friend to kiss and all the privacy a hotel room can offer. He fully intends to make the most of it.

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[send me a ghostlights prompt!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #dc x dp fic #my writing #it was struggle to keep this short bc i love this trope so much!!!#thank u for the prompt!! working on your other one right now :)

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lovebugism · 8 months

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✶ — SUMMER FIC FEST: THE MASTERLIST — ✶

here you will find the entire collection of summer fic fest drabbles, organized by character and theme, for your viewing pleasure. i had a blast spending the summer with you all! let's do it again next year, shall we?

EDDIE MUNSON — ;

✶ billy makes mean!eddie jealous at the pool

✶ you have a crush on your step brother's best friend

✶ eddie comforts his shy clingy gf at a party

✶ eddie comforts his shy gf when she gets homesick

✶ eddie (accidentally) rejects shy!you when you ask him out

✶ eddie loves giving his shy!gf compliments

✶ shy!you sticks up for eddie when jason bothers him

✶ your step brother's best friend sneaks into your bedroom

✶ eddie takes care of his shy!gf when she gets sunstroke

✶ your movie night with eddie doesn't go as planned

✶ your boyfriend hates the beach

✶ you and eddie battle a heatwave

✶ you ride virgin!eddie for the first time (18+)

STEVE HARRINGTON — ;

✶ you love steve's scoops ahoy uniform a little too much (18+)

✶ steve takes his shy gf to the movies after a bad date

✶ steve patches up ditzy!reader while camping

✶ steve buys punchy!reader a bathing suit

✶ punchy!reader is scared to tell steve's friends you're dating

✶ steve comforts you during a storm

✶ shy!you has a hard time adjusting after starcourt

✶ steve and ditzy!you sneak into hawkins community pool

✶ steve, you, and the rest of the gang go to weathertop

✶ steve watches the stars with his mean!gf

✶ steve and his shy gf spend a morning together

✶ steve calls shy!you his lobster when you get sunburnt

✶ steve throws his grumpy gf a surprise party

✶ steve and you fuck in eddie's bathroom (18+)

✶ dad!steve has a choatic summer morning with his girls

✶ steve looks too pretty on vacation (18+)

STEDDIE — ;

✶ you spend a day by the pool with your boys

✶ steve and eddie vs aftercare (18+)

#event masterlist #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader

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salaciousdoll · 2 years

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Slurp It Like a Porn ☆

Pairings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Assassin! Toji Fushiguro x Chubby Mob Leader! Reader

Encapsulation ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Having semi-passionate sex on a jet is to die for, especially with Toji. Call it the Soul plane.

Warnings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Smut, Lipstick kink, oral( m receiving), sloppy top, teasing, impact play, vibrating tongue ring, dick piercing mentioned, dirty talking, squirting, slight sir kink, gore, Mentions of death( not any of the main peoples), mention of hyperpigmentation, Mobster lifestyle, gang mentions, violence, fucking in the sky( literally), nipple play, passionate fucking with a little roughness, Full Nelson position, degradation, praise, use of multiple pet names( butterfly, Angel, baby, doll, etc.), fucking in the mirror, breeding kink, Fem reader

Word Count ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: 4.6K

18+ Permitted

Carrying your colorful/non colorful suitcases was the cherry on Toji’s day. He couldn’t wait to carry most of your bags while carrying only two of his. What utter bullshit that is because the man was struggling! You offered to help, but Toji never lets you carry bags you didn’t need to carry.

Meanwhile, on your behalf, the hot summer air was flowing over your face and honestly you couldn’t feel any better since you were going to your dream place with Toji, your boyfriend for 1 year. Toji couldn’t wait to take a vacation from every stress in his life. He hated leaving Megumi on his own with Nanami and Gojo watching over him. The boy is 17 now and it scares him that he’s growing up so fast.

You two were boarding the jet you owned ever since you took after your mother footsteps as a mob boss, you’ve had your fair share of riches you earned and never took for granted.

The game was so hard to obtain but you honestly were groomed into it due to your mother and father training you to follow their footsteps or take over your own mob, which you did. People labeled you as “The King of Reapers”. You were known to be colder than your mother and wiser than your father.

Multiple organizations or random citizens thought about taking you out because you offed their loved ones without a blink of an eye. You didn’t hesitate to get blood on your pretty suits or dresses you wore. You didn’t hesitate to pay anyone a visit when it comes to your profit of money. You were known across all regions and many people also respected you out of fear and love.

Toji was one of the people paid to assassinate you while you were having your private network event with other Cartels, Mobs, Gangs, yakuzas, and Mafias. He was paid by the leader of the Sinclair gang. The leader you’ve known all your life. Toji was a man who didn’t care who one is, he just needed to get the job done and over with so he could go back to his child, even if he’s going back with the blood of the most powerful leader on his hands and a target only on his back.

The plan was set in motion, but Sinclair pulled a rookie move, which is paying the assassin before he actually gets the job done. He was scared of Toji, so he didn’t have much choice when Toji demanded money to be in his account or he’ll have the blood of Sinclair’s wife on his hands, with no problem.

Toji liked the way you moved and wanted to get a deal with you for a long time but if he has to assassinate you now, he will. He tried and failed when one of your women caught him above the balcony where he was aiming his gun at your head. If you weren't informed that Sinclair was out for your head then you would’ve been dead.

With a gun suddenly to the back of his head, he postponed the assassination. Toji surrendered under oath when he was back in your hideout watching you tear sinclairs teeth out his mouth with pliers while watching him scream and beg for his life. He was intrigued by you since you were ten steps ahead of him and Sinclair, it seems. So when you were done mutilating Sinclair's body to an unrecognizable body and unresponsive death.

He had to do something to stop his life from being taken, so he made a deal with you while admiring the blood dropping off your manicured hands and sprouting upon your light clothes you wore. Even the blood on your face made his dick hard and honestly he hated that he was getting turned on because your women were poking fun at him while you chuckled at their jokes.

You weren’t exactly keen on this man spouting out ideas that already had your interest, but you suddenly gave in when he said he explained he needed the money to send his son to study abroad for college. He was saving up for him to have a better opportunity than he did. You were a fool for kids or teenagers. They deserved a happy life outside this dark world you contributed to and so you gave him the opportunity to work with you.

This eventually leads to you and him forming a relationship when you repeatedly ask about his life and how his son was doing. When you were invited to his house for a get-together for Toji, you were astonished that it was really for your birthday, something you haven’t bothered to celebrate for years. Everyone was there and you enjoyed yourself. You knew then that Toji was an honorable man and you were willing to give him a chance. And so you did and it may be the best decision you made. You knew him for a total of 3 years but got together after the second year of being with each other, even on missions.

Right now, You were so giddy as he sat his and your luggage into the slots they were supposed to be at. He was the only one, besides your men, women and sometimes Megumi, who got to see this side of you. You were truly happy with him as was he with you.

You sat down and immediately was met by your flight attendant offering you a drink. It was a blue mixture drink and honestly it looked very pretty. The blue had the perfect hue of green mixed into it with a cherry on top. You craved it and it reminded you of the man packing up the bags on the flight. His eyes were your favorite to gaze into as you rode him.

Toji huffed as he finally sat down. His white crew neck shirt clung to him like it was a part of his skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off him as you struggled to put your non-plastic straw in your mouth. You two haven’t had sex for two months due to him dealing with finding hyuki and he didn’t want extra help from anyone, not even you as his leader and boss, but he eventually gave in due to you two communicating with eachother about your stress and forbidden desires.

Toji, on the other hand, was worrying about Megumi again, so he was about to call Nanami to see what his trouble maker of a son is doing as soon as the jet lifted into the sky, but you placed two warm hands on his.

Your warm and seductive eyes were the first thing his green mystic eyes met and he couldn’t do anything but cave into your warm embrace. Your aura was like a full moon on a warm summer night. The warm summer night where you sit on the porch or balcony until 4 in the morning enjoying the presence around you. He fell in love with you first for a reason.

“ Toji, please stop worrying, we’re in the sky so just relax or do you want me to help you relax, hmm?”, You ask, in a low sultry voice while rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand.

Toji relaxed under your touch even more and gulped before nodding his head, “ We haven’t had sex in two months so I may be rusty, baby doll? You got me.” You smiled before moving your manicured fingers on the hems of his shirt, pulling it overhead.

The shirt easily came off his body leaving his chest and pecks on display, “ Toji, you are so beautiful you know that?” He honestly wasn’t expecting you to say that because it was always him telling you that you're beautiful and you calling him handsome. He liked this hot feeling bubbling inside of his heart and cheeks, it eventually got to the pumping blood in his dick.

He brought you closer to him and kissed you like he wouldn’t let go. It was like it was the last kiss in an apocalypse setting and he was about to sacrifice himself for you. He didn’t care if lipstick was on his lips, he was in love with you and it showed daily, “ Thank you, butterfly. Not as gorgeous as you of course.”

“ Thank you, baby. You know sometimes, you are really corny, but it’s okay. I still love you. Now lay back for me.”, you said while getting up to drop down to your knees right after. You were gonna suck him like his own personal pornstar.

You pulled his pants and underwear down at the same time and freed his dick from his pants. Honestly you were never gonna get used to the way his dick looked. It was pretty enough for you. Toji had hair trailing from his belly button to his pelvis, making a trimmed happy trail. It had two long veins that cut off where his balls dropped. His balls were kinda shaped like a heart and big. The Prince Albert piercing was the icing on the cake.

One thing you learned is that the laughing that happened years ago when you were toying with Toji about his size didn’t go on for long when you’re actually face to face with his dick prior to now and now. The pre-cum was basically opening to you but before you actually put your mouth around him, you slowly stuck out your tongue and touched your tongue piercing for one purpose only. Toji didn’t know about it, but you did.

He looked down at you with low seductive eyes. Honestly his expression was a mixture of curiosity and confusion. You slowly pulled your tongue back into your mouth before smirking at him, “ are you ready babe?”

“ What did you just do?”, Toji asked.

Your smirk didn’t wipe off your face as you shrugged, “ nothing.” The vibration felt so good on your tongue so you already knew it was gonna make him go crazy.

You kissed from his tip, feeling some of his pre-cum on your lips, and on down to his balls while your manicured hands tried to fit all of his dick wrapped inside of your hand. The crimson lipstick kiss prints were only adding to Toji's wants and needs. The little twitches Toji were doing only added to your ego right now. He tried so hard you hide his whimpers and it was quite amusing to you since it’s usually you trying to hide them, but then again he always does this when you suck his cock.

Toji jumped up and grabbed your hair when you stuck out your tongue to lick the hard vein displayed on his cock, “ Fuck!!, what the fuck is that?” You laughed at his outburst before putting on your serious face that many people feared including him, “ Didn’t I tell you to sit back and relax, don’t make me tie you up like I did last time, you wouldn’t like that would ya?”

Toji narrowed his eyes at you before laying back and closing his eyes while rubbing a hand over his face, “ Just go easy, Ok , not use to the shit you’re pulling right nowwww, ugh fuck!” You didn’t give him time to finish because your mouth wrapped around his tip while your tongue flattened on the bottom of his tip.

The sounds of you slurping was heard throughout the space you two contained in. Your hand stroked him as you tongue licked around his tip before taking him into your mouth. You were half way down before you gaged around his dick. Your mouth was stretching along the way down and honestly it hurts so good. The salt form his pre-cum added just enough flavor to you sucking his cock.

Spit was now dripping down your mouth and onto your hand that was stroking the parts you couldn’t reach. Toji held onto the seats harshly. His nails dig into the cushion part as you bobbed your head up and down while moaning around his dick adding more vibrations, “ Fuck, Angel, you’re so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your little mouth. I’m -aah- fucking surprised that your jaw hasn’t broken yet.”

You hummed while bobbing your head up and down his dick faster during the time of twisting one hand around his thick cock and another hand playing with his cum filled balls. His whimpers turned to moans quickly as he got up on his elbows to hold the back of your head, “ Fuck, look at you making a mess on my cock just like you make a mess with traitors: messy and disgusting. Hah! Shit!”

Toji now pulled your hairstyle in a ponytail, well tried/ held your bald head with his large hand as he guided you up and down his dick. He loved hearing your little gags and whimpers as he slid your mouth on his now glistening cock, “ I think you’re gonna make me cum, Angel face. Let’s see if you could take more of my dick, yeah?”

He snatched your hand away with his free hand, “ Relax your throat, doll. You’re in for a ride.”

You didn’t even get 10 seconds to relax your throat before he moved your head down his cock even further, “ Come on, Angel, you can do it, relax your throat and open wide for me, Uuh! Kuh! Good fucking girl! My perfect fucking girl.”

His piercing was stabbing the back of your throat as you moved your head in a circular motion as you bobbed your head up and down without his help since you slapped his hand away from your head once you knew you could do it by yourself, “ Mmmng, so good.”

Toji smirked, “ Did you say something pretty girl because I couldn’t hear you since your mouth is stuffed with my cock, spe-akkk hngg fuck, I’m about to cum, I gotta cum.” You were happily jumping inside of your head because he was talking shit just to turn into your little bitch when you fit all of him inside of your mouth. You lifted your head completely off him prior to stroking him with wet fingers, “ cum into my mouth, sir. I would really appreciate it.”

You knew he had somewhat of a sir kink, he had a daddy one too but you didn’t have one so it was awkward until you both discovered you got some sort of attraction to the word sir, only in this circumstance. Toji groans were the highlight of your wet pussy juices trailing down your thighs. They were deep and opulent.

You kissed all around his dick with new marks of deep red lipstick on his cock since the other prints melted into his skin due to your saliva. Toji whimpered with a vermillion face scrunched up in pleasure when you wrapped your messy lipstick lips around his tip while stroking him faster than before. Your tongue ring was still vibrating so he couldn’t take it especially when you swirled your long tongue on his mushroom tip.

Toji gripped your head to stay still as his cum pumped inside of your hand as his cum spurt inside of your mouth. It was sticky and salty, either tasted up to your standards or didn’t, either way you gladly swallowed because it was good and you wanted to be his good girl. The jumps of his body were still going as he finished up cumming inside of your mouth. You were surprised that it didn’t waste out of your mouth, that means you were improving.

Toji panted and moaned while thrashing around in the process of you hollowing your jaw around his tip, “ Holy fuck! Ahhh you’re mine forever, I can’t let you go.so good for me!” You swallowed every last drop before smearing more of your red lipstick on your face and hand from wiping spit off it.

Toji couldn’t help but pull you in a messy kiss despite you sucking him dry. He wanted to be inside of you, so he pulled away while still holding your face, making your cheeks squeeze together and lips pucker up, “ 5, 10, or 15? You did so well so you chose, butterfly.”

You pecked him on the lips before deciding your fate, “ 7.” Toji smirked at you, “ Oh? You sure, butterfly?”

You nodded and smiled to which he took as an opportunity to kiss you even more before slapping your ass, creating little/big ripples. The stretch marks around your hips, legs, and on your ass was such a turn on for him. He needed to see them, so he snatched your clothes off leaving you in your bra and panties.

His cock became brick as he stared at your tits whether they were little or big he was gonna still love you. His eyes traveled down to your stomach, admiring it before going to your thighs and legs, you were beautiful in his eyes. Nobody could tell him any different and he was gonna show you even if you are or aren’t insecure.

He looked around while you stood there in silence wondering what he was doing. He spotted a mirror by the bathroom door and picked you up, not caring about the size you possessed. He walked you over to the mirror despite your confused expression. He almost wanted to laugh because of the face you were making.

The way the jet felt in the sky added to you two comforts, oddly enough. It was beautiful but what was even more beautiful is the way Toji carried you with care and gentleness. It made your heart swell since you were always around a harsh environment. He brought you happiness and gentleness that you shoved received throughout your entire life even as a child, but you didn’t. Couldn’t.

Toji set you down to bring a comfortable chair in front of the mirror, you were glad you got some cushion chair on your jet beside the actual chairs. You watched him round the chair preceding to sitting down and pulling you down on his lap by his arm.

“ You’re gonna watch me fuck the woman I love and the pussy that drives me crazy, are you ready?”, he asked while rubbing around your body feeling on the existent/ nonexistent curves and rolls you had. He nibbled on your ear while waiting for your answer and when he got it, he couldn’t get over the rush of his heart beating inside of his body.

Toji rubbed your clit through your panties while watching your facial expression closely, your lipstick may be smeared across your lips and face, but you're still attractive in his eyes. Your little huffs and whimpers were setting him off, so he pushed your panties to the side, “ Hold this and don’t let it go or I’ll change that 7 to a fucking 100, you know I will.”

You tremble from the memories of last time coming into your mind, “ mmm, no, I can’t endure that like last time so I’ll listen today.” Toji smirked against your body and

spread your pussy with two of his thick fingers, “ Fuck, your pussy is soaking. Toji wanted to devour you but they’ll be for later. He loved the way your pussy was perfect, it was a slightly different shade from your body due to hyperpigmentation. It was beautiful in size too. Pussy is pussy but your pussy was something he never wanted to let go of.

His thick fingers on his right hand rubbed your clit while the left hand digits went inside of your pussy making your grip Toji arm with your free hand, “ Aaah fuck, tojiii”

Toji shuddered from the feeling of your warm pussy gripping around his two fingers, “ come on pretty, I haven’t even started yet and you're already moaning and panting.” You groaned at the feeling of his fingers curling up inside of you only to leave right after once he realized you were gonna enjoy it until you came. You couldn’t cum unless it was in his cock. Your push was sensitive so he expected this.

Toji chuckled before speaking, “ Angel, I need you to hold on to me and lift your legs up for me.” You listened to what he said before doing it, Toji hooked his arm around to tap his cock against your delicate clit, which pulsed as he did it.

When Toji slowly pushed inside of you, your hole was stretching to shape his cock and he couldn’t help but to groan at the feeling of your tightness around him. You winced at the feeling of him stretching you out.

“ Ohhh.”, Toji groaned into your ear.

He sat there and let you get used to the feeling of him inside of you while slowly moving more into you until his cock disappeared into you, well tried to. Your legs were beginning to feel heavy so you lowered them only for him to hook his arms around your thighs to hold them up. The heavy feeling wasn’t there like that since he was holding them but you couldn’t even think before he was sucking on your neck as he thurst inside of your dripping cunt, “ haa, this feels so amazing.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he finally hit your g-spot and that’s when you knew you fucked up because he seen your weakness. Not that he didn’t see it any other time, just this time he’s actually taking in everything at once. It’s a little frustrating but he could get the job done.

“ Augh, Toji, fuck me, pleaseee!”, You moaned. He took that as an opportunity to hold your neck on the point of holding your legs too. He chuckled afore fucking into your sobbing pussy calmly but harshly. Every thrust was met with a loud slapping sound but it was slow.

The way his cock dragged along your melting walls was enough for you to moan louder than before, “ Ahnnn fuck, fuck, fuck!! Toji, it’s too big, fuck! You’re piercing is ahhh shit!” Toji smiled and took that like a diamond mysteriously found in his safe, it made his ego boost and hisself happier.

“ Ahh yes! That’s right bunny, now take my cock, it’s only a certain amount of time you have until you orgasm, why not make it the best? Hmm.”, Toji moans before biting your ear. His pants were so loud but he wasn’t stopping as he fucked you with a pace you couldn’t resist the feeling of. The sound of his cock inside of your pussy was heaven to both him and you. Your skin slapped against each other as he started grinding against your cervix.

You were scared of him going inside of it, but from the way you two held eye contact in the mirror told you everything you needed to know because he got you, “ You think I’m gonna hurt you, Ahh fuck! you’re fucking gripping me too tight, loosen up.” You relaxed and let him move properly again, his pace was so good, it wasn’t fast nor was it slow. It was in between. You were so glad you picked 7

Toji had you in his favorite position: full Nelson and he wasn’t gonna let this moment go to waste, “ uuuh shit, I wanna fuck a baby into you so bad, look at that, could you picture it. Bringing a baby in this world, raising them to be completely different from our- unghh yes yes baby, I could feel you tighten up around me, you like that thought huh?- Ohh, the baby is gonna grow up in a peaceful world with a loving family to surround them, what do you say, Angel?”

You thought he was just talking so you didn’t answer him, you instead rolled your head back at the thought of him filling you up, you needed it. Toji didn’t like that you didn’t respond so he decided to take it up a notch, to a scale of 8 really. He suddenly moved his hands to the back of your head and lifted the both of you to slide you semi off the chair.

Screams of pleasure erupted followed by the sound of skin clapping repeatedly after it, the sound could be heard throughout the jet and the flight attendant couldn’t do anything but shake her head. She thought you needed it because as long as she’s been working with you for the past two weeks, you’ve been stressed out from taking trips overseas. She put her headphones in while you were practically begging Toji to cum inside you.

“ Toji, please, please, please, I wanna cum and I wanna do it together, I want you to cum inside of me, please sir.”, You moaned.

“ Play with your nipples while I bring us to an orgasm we both deserve. Look at you, clenching around me, so intensely, you’re such a good little slut!”, Toji whispered into your ear as his balls were now hitting your sensitive clit making you squirt around him.

Your screams were music to his ears as you squirted on his dick and on the mirror in front of you, “ Ahhh! Ahhhn fuck, I’m not done, I’m not done.” Your moans were pornographic and that right there made him snap his hips three times before pumping your pussy full of cum.

You came around him, even after squirting on him. You were both, he was the only one that got that out of you. The only one who could do it.

Toji's moans were ruff and loud, “ Hugh! Hhn! Shit, I’m pumping you full of my cum, so now it’s definitely a possibility to get pregnant if you aren’t on birth control.” You were panting loudly while laying on his sweaty chest. Toji rubbed circles on your stomach before you both met eye contact in the mirror saying, “ I love you.”

You both smiled before he kissed your cheek, but he stopped when he heard what you said next, “ We can try for a child the next time we have sex, I think I’m ready, I’m not getting much younger and it’s time for me to take the final step to heal myself. Toji, I need you to know this isn’t gonna be ea-”

Toji held your neck as he kissed you on your lips. It was soft and passionate, “ I know, I know, but I’m willing to try. Thank you baby.”

You chuckled before looking back at yourself in the mirror and then peering at Toji, “ How come you got so many nicknames for me? And did you figure out the one you need to hunt down, I think my hint was very clear.”

Toji sat there confused until you stuck your tongue out to hint at the dead vibrating piercing, “ Ahh shit, just when I was finally beginning to like vibran, now I have to bring you his head, great.”

You giggled before kissing him, “ See all you needed to do is stop worrying about minor stuff and stop doubting yourself. I thought we had this talk with the other target?”

“ I know. I know baby and to answer the nickname question, it’s because I love you, trust me I never had any nicknames for anyone else except my son.” When he got done saying that he kissed your forehead with love and admiration.

He was the man you needed in your dark life and you were the woman he needed and wanted in his.

Cliche and corny? Yes.

Love? Yes!

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 2 months

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Happy 28th! Here is my February 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Remember Me Fondly by kiddle / @bluejeanlouis (73k)

“You’ve told the beginning of the story so many times. I want to hear the end.”Louis laughed, scratching at his chin. “I can’t say I really know when the end happened.”“How about the tour of ninety-five?”“Alright.” Louis took a deep breath. “But it took a few steps to get there. What would you like to know?”Penny cleared her throat.“How did you first meet Harry Styles?” Grunge legends Fearless Doe topped the rock charts in the ‘90s, but they spent the decade kicking Smudge off their heels. From lawsuits to jaw-dropping scandals and a surprising joint world tour, the two bands share a complicated history.

Twenty-five years later, frontmen Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are finally ready to sit down and tell the world their two sides of the same story.

Truth may vary.

I Would Know You From Touch Alone by staybeautiful / @harruandlou (72k)

They had never been face to face before now. They’d never touched, skin to skin, until Harry landed a punch to his face, high on his cheekbone.

Louis shoved him off and was pulling his fist back from Harry’s abdomen before he realized his face wasn’t tingling because of the pain.

It pooled out from his cheek, over his face, down his neck and spine. A shiver in the late September night. Heat, sparks - whatever you wanted to fucking call it.

or The Tomlinson and Cox gangs have hated each other for over forty years. Harry Styles, the grandson of Gritty Cox, was freshly back to the city after uni when, on his first night out, he punched the Tomlinson heir in the face. It shouldn’t have mattered, their gangs have done worse to each other. But all it took was one single touch to recognize your soulmate. Louis was adamant that being soulmates changed nothing, not who they were or which family they were loyal to. Or, at least, it shouldn’t have.

A Yuzu Grows in Brooklyn by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (66k)

Harry is a recent implant in new york and a young chef opening a restaurant called yuzu. louis, a music teacher and broadway lover, has been around the block for a while. in a city that's so fast-paced, they're slow to catch on to each other.

Ferricadooza! by suspendrs / @suspendrs (65k)

Harry can’t even fathom the idea of surrendering; he’d fight ‘til he died, if he had to, anything to keep from surrendering.

Or, the year is 1963, homosexuality is illegal in the UK, Louis owns a gay bar, and Harry’s an underground boxing champion with an unfortunate enemy.

The Recklessness in Water by LarryOn (50k)

Louis Tomlinson is miserable. He's stuck on a family vacation at a lake cabin in New Hampshire when all he wants to do is bemoan his sorry existence and wallow in his sweatpants. As if the humidity and mosquitos weren't bad enough, he becomes the singular target of an obnoxious lifeguard named Harry.

Passing By by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow (48k)

Sometimes, people are in each other's lives just for the briefest of moments. They meet and then go their separate ways because being vulnerable is scary and it might be easier to not let anybody else in. But some people aren’t meant to be just passing by. Maybe when they open their eyes, they can learn things about themselves they haven’t known before. If they let their hearts speak they will find a way to be together.

Or the one where Harry doesn't even know he's into guys until he meets Louis on a boat trip. There's something more to their friendship but it ain't gonna be smooth sailing.

Rivers 'Til i Reach You by embodied (29k)

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer. AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

You Promised Forever by indierection (amandamoraisa) (21k)

[Harry wants a baby. Louis wanted a baby. Now he's not so sure.]

Of course they've always wanted to have kids, even as young as they were in 2012. But it's only ten years later, when they've been married for already three and One Direction is no longer together, that Harry and Louis will finally get to start their own family. Or at least that's what they thought, because Louis suddenly feels the pressure of fatherhood on his shoulders as he realizes he has to be responsible for another human being; and if that's not terrifying he doesn't know what it is. He is, in fact, having these sudden panic attacks when he thinks too much about the future. Yet, Louis just sucks it up because he's losing his mind, but Harry has already to much on his. Besides, in the end they are fireproof. Aren't they?

The Sunshine Stays by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird (15k)

It's three years after One Direction got back together, and Harry and Louis have just come off a world tour. They're enjoying a much more relaxed schedule the second time around, allowing themselves to bask in married life. Until, one day, Louis surprises Harry on vacation, and there are some surprising consequences.

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gavisuntiedboot · 7 months

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Familiarity

A/N: guys sometimes I just have ideas that MUST be shared with the class

Okay guys I'm going to paint a picture for you all and I need you to stay with me

It's summer break in those two weeks where the boys actually have free time right

And it's after a really spectacular 23-24 season (please Lord my knees are bruised from begging)

Because of how close everyone has gotten, the pretty boys (aka Gavi, Pedri, Ferran, Fermin, Joao, etc) all are vacationing together for a couple of days

Because ya know

Hot single champions league winners (Lord I'm looking at you again)

They're just ready to have a good time being hot and young

As Ariana said, it feels so good to be so young and have this fun and be successful

So they go to Ibiza (ofc)

And they're just out just making the lives of the PR team hell

Shirtless pics on the Insta story every day

Yacht, club, another club, another club, pass out in a luxury hotel

Wake up and repeat

And one night they go to ushuaia

That club that everyone and their mothers went to this year

Gavi, Ferran, George Russel, Daniel Ricciardo

Just really expensive and hip and fun place to listen to music and get turnt

But ofc they're not like paying entry to get in

Oh no, they've been invited as part of an event with, as Pedri so eloquently put, some magazine

Did they care who was paying for their liquor? Absolutely not

So they're all there in pressed shirts with the top two buttons undone (whores)

And having a great time watching girls fall over themselves to come talk to them or get a spot at their table

And then Gavi, trying to remedy the onset of his social anxiety, looks over to the next table and sees you sitting there looking like a slice of heaven

Short black Mugler dress (you know the one with all the see-through paneling? Yeah.)

Heels giving your legs a sculpt and your ass a lift that was borderline illegal in his opinion

And you were just leaned over the table sipping on your drink and swaying by yourself to the music

So Pablito decides that, since you're already in the VIP section, he really can only fall upwards by flirting with you a bit

At least it would be better than whatever Tiktoker Pedri pulled

So he walks over and introduces himself, pushing his glasses further back on his head so you could get a proper look at his face

And our boy is charming and cute and you're ready to have a good time in Ibiza, so you reciprocate

And y'all are just talking and laughing it up and he already has your number to "see you again"

But you're starting to think the "again" is going to be 60 minutes from now in his hotel suite

So now you're both on the same side of the table, his arm is around your waist, fingers dangerously close to your ass

And every time you want to say something, you're getting closer than necessary to his neck and ear and just letting your lips "accidentally" brush across.

And then the rest of F.C. Pretty Boy walks over to interrupt the moment because of course they had to

Professor Pedri had reminded the gang "hot girls have hot friends"

And now Gavi, who was playing with the exposed skin of your thigh, was introducing you to the other wildly famous teammates.

And that's when it happened

It was surprisingly Fermin who finally said "you look really familiar"

And that's when 5 pairs of eyes started to examine you more intensely

Pedri agreed, unable to place you

Gavi knew he had seen you on Instagram before, but didn't want to come across as weird

Ferran was the bravest, asking the question that the others were thinking

"Are you a model?"

"Um, yeah, I guess I'm a model."

The redness in your cheeks and the giggle at the end of the statement had all their eyebrows raised.

"So you're an Instagram model then?" Gavi followed up

"Careful, that's Pedri's type"

The resounding laughter almost drowned out the speakers

"No, I do print as well. I work with brands and stuff but I'm mainly a shoot model. You know, magazines and stuff."

They boys all sent praises your way, exclaiming how they knew you were too hot for just Instagram.

"Pedri here is also a model. His friends over at Men's Health got us in." Gavi smiled widely with his attempt to embarrass his older friend

"Oh, I saw that cover! All of my friends sent it in the groupchat."

Wolf whistles for Pedri and palpable jealously across the group. The other four made mental notes to get a camera and some baby oil asap.

"And what about you, Gavi? When are we going to see you on the cover?"

"Ah, maybe if they get us into another event with you, I'll consider it."

You laughed louder than the generic line deserved, but you were ready to fall to the floor chuckling and snorting to go home with this boy.

"Ah, that might be possible actually. Men's Health is owned by Hearst, and they just bought our magazine. They actually invited me and the girls out tonight."

"Wait, which magazine?" You had been staring at Gavi and didn't place who asked the question

"Um, a men's magazine, you might have heard of it. Do you guys know Playboy?"

Everyone went silent all at once at the realization

So that's why you looked so familiar

"I'd offer you all free subscriptions but it looks like you guys are already avid readers." Your teasing made all of them go red in the ears.

"Is Gavi even old enough to buy a Playboy?"

Despite being a valid question from Fermin, he received a smack on the arm as a response.

"Wait, you also did a campaign for that lingerie brand right? The Rihanna one?" Gavi asked, face brighter than the red lights at the club

"Yeah, back in December! I wore their 'Naughty' line."

Gavi then went off in a tangent, explaining that's where he knew you from (and that maybe he followed the Playboy instagram on his private account)

As the two of you walked off, there was still a tension between the other four

"So..." It was Joao that started

"You guys are jerking off with magazines like we're in the 80s?"

"Hey! Playboy also have a porn channel!" Pedri responded angrily before taking in what he had said.

"So you've been watching her in action and didn't recognize..."

"Okay listen I'm not usually looking at her face!"

Ferran slumped against the table

"All of us out and Gavi picks up a fucking pornstar. He lost his virginity last week and now he's going to fuck a Playboy bunny."

"Guys, did you not hear the part where she said she was here with other girls?" Fermin reminded the group

In conclusion, I would give anything to lock these five in the Playboy mansion for a day. The end.

#gavisuntiedboot #pablo gavi #pedri #joao felix #fermin lopez #ferran torres #guys what even is this

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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Summer Vacation Summoning Shenanigans 2

idk when the batcave gets a Laz pit but the answer here is ‘not yet’ bc reasons

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By the time Danny’s duplicate returns to him, Robin has finished - very thoroughly - tying up his captive ninja. And was now staring him down.

Red had moved to texting someone after ensuring Danny was belted in and putting the plane on some kind of autopilot - which, very cool.

He hadn’t been bored, though, looking over the plane interior with glee.

While the exterior design was…a bit much, the inside was sleek and high-tech. It was no rocketship, but going over which controls were similar and which differed and trying to guess what they all did was plenty entertaining.

He was less than half-way through them when he re-merged with his duplicate.

Luckily, Red and Robin were still occupied by that point, giving him time to focus on sifting through the memories.

He tries to stifle his laughter, disguising an escaped snort by pretending to cough into his fist.

Red apparently chooses that moment to be done with his phone (and damn, he sent some poor sob a book).

“Sorry about that; I had to update Batman.”

Danny let himself laugh at that.

“Bat-man? Not, like, Birdman or something?”

“Nope, the bat himself. Speaking of which; I was hoping you’d be willing to answer some questions?”

Robin chose that moment to plop into the seat next to Danny, who looked at him in askance.

“His vitals have stabilized; the tranquilizer has fully kicked in. There is no more need to worry about a surprise escape; by the time he awakes we will be back in Gotham.”

Danny hummed.

“So like, are you just dropping him off first? Or was the ‘taking me home’ thing a play on words that actually just meant ‘kidnapping me take 2: electric boogaloo?’ I mean, you don’t even know where I live; my place could be closer to here than to Gotham.”

“Your accent resembles nothing of Nanda Parbat,” Robin says.

Red picks up after him.

“No, no, we’re taking you back to your home,” he clarifies, shaking his head and x-ing his arms. “You’re from somewhere in the mid-western United States, right? Gotham is the first US city we’d hit flying this path.”

“Illinois,” he answers, squinting in thought as he searches his memory for a ‘Gotham’ or a ‘Nanda Parbat,’ which, ha, ‘Par-bat.’ “I take it we’re somewhere in, like, Europe or something?”

The Robins share a look.

“Where is the last place you remember being before you were kidnapped?” Red asks.

“Illinois,” Danny shrugs, settling back in his seat. “Anyway, you can just drop me near Chicago or something and I’ll take it from there.”

Red huffs a laugh. “No need for that. I gave Batman your name and description; he’ll have coordinates to where you need to go in no time.”

“Well, that’s…” ‘Inconvenient,’ he thinks to himself, hoping for the first time that this is actually a different universe so he doesn’t have to come up with an explanation to cover for how he somehow ended up abroad without including the whole ‘being summoned’ thing.

The last thing he needs is to give them a reason to put him through the Ghost Catcher.

“...nice,” he settles on. Unconvincingly.

“Do you know why you were taken?” Robin presses.

Danny opens his mouth to answer, but pauses.

“Yep!” he concludes, eyes crinkling with his smile. “I’ll even answer that question if you answer one of mine first.”

The smaller Robin narrows his eyes suspiciously, Red asking “What question?”

He turns away from Normal Robin to look at Red Robin.

“What’s up with the ‘flying things’ theme?”

Red slow blinks, Danny can practically hear the dial-up noise.

He was probably expecting worse in exchange for ‘hey what does the murder club want?’

The smaller Robin answers while he is collecting himself.

“The Robin title is inherited, passed down from the first. It is a reference to the costume colors. Batman chose his name and costume as a symbol of fear, to intimidate the criminals of Gotham.”

“Oooooh, so it’s like a gang thing!”

Red Robin makes a choking noise.

“What!? NO! I- that- we’re heroes! Batman is a founding member of the Justice League!” He manages, face painted in disbelief.

Robin, for his part, remains silent - though a brief glance out of the corner of his eyes reveals a pinched expression.

“Oh, right,” he nods along, deciding he is definitely not still in the same universe. Sweet, no worries about hiding the ghost powers then, especially since heroes were apparently enough of a thing to have some kind of support group or something.

“So does that mean you have bird-powers?”

“No,” Robin says. “And you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Ah, right, Ra’s’ thing. He said he was trying to summon the ‘Lord of the Dead,’” Danny does air quotes along with the far-too-pretentious-title. Honestly, ‘Ghost King’ was bad enough.

“The ‘Lord of the Dead?’” Red echoes. “Summon? As in, with circles and blood-sacrifices and magic.”

“Yep,” Danny pops the p. “I wouldn’t worry too much though. He’ll probably be distracted trying to un-kidnap this guy and deal with whatever had his other guys running around like chickens with their heads cut off for a while yet.”

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Tim had left a call open to the batcave so the rest could listen in, and after Danny’s incredibly alarming answers about Ra’s’ current goal it was no doubt exploding with texts and suggestions in the groupchat. Good thing he muted it fully.

He feels a bit bad interrogating the guy, but time and memory don’t go well together. People often dismiss as unimportant things that are actually the key to breaking a case; the more thorough their questions, the more likely they prompted a memory that would give them the answers they needed.

Unfortunately, Danny didn’t seem to know much.

“Did Ra’s say anything about who this ‘Lord of the Dead’ is? Or why they were trying to summon him?”

“Nope!” Danny smiled. “Nothing about - who aside from the title, of course - or why, just that they did want to summon him. If you guys don’t have bird powers, what powers do you have?”

“We are not enhanced beyond what the average healthy human could achieve, though we are all highly trained in combat - some more than others - and skilled in detective work. We rely on skill, research, and preparation.”

And on and on; Danny giving uninformative answers then asking a question for each they’d asked on their ‘turn,’ and them giving carefully vague answers of their own.

One consolation is that he didn’t seem bored.

For someone who claimed to have woken up less than an hour ago on the wrong side of the planet he’s just…relaxed. Calm. Seemingly unaffected, down to his microexpressions.

No signs of shock.

Of course, he’d treated the Lazarus Pit as a kiddie pool.

And despite his words, he’d shown no recognition at the mention of the Justice League, and around half of his questions thus far had been about them.

Clearly something was up with him; whatever it was would probably explain the self-assurance.

He’d escaped from the League before they’d even known he was kidnapped, afterall. Tim and Damian really only solved the final hurdle for him. Even with most of LoA distracted with something, it was still impressive that he’d manage to slip whatever restraints and guard they’d undoubtedly had him under.

Which is, of course, when Damian asks.

“How did you manage to escape?”

Danny shrugs.

“Have you ever seen that thing that coyotes do where they get their leg stuck in a beartrap or something and they gnaw it off to escape?” he says, expression unmoved.

“You are a meta, then,” Damian concludes while Tim just stares at Danny in horror.

At that, Danny’s expression changes.

“A what?” he squints, uncomprehending.

“A meta - or metahuman - is someone with a meta-gene, which grants them superpowers. Like how Flash is so fast: that’s his meta ability,” Tim says. “You still had all your limbs when you…dove into-”

“Wait, wait, back up,” Danny interrupts. “To be clear: I did not gnaw off a limb. That was meant to be a joke. So Flash is a ‘meta.’ Is that, like, common?”

Tim was beginning to suspect this guy either had memory loss, was an unlucky alien who only landed recently - just in time to get kidnapped by the League of Assholes - or was just really sheltered.

He’d also suspect some kind of Pit demon, given where and how they found him, but he has so far been nothing but polite and cooperative - if a bit…chaotic. In terms of questions he’s asked.

“I’m kind of surprised they bothered to form a group if there are so few people with powers,” Danny mused after Damian filled him in on the statistics. “Especially if most of them are as minor as you said.”

“Even just one person with strong powers can spell disaster if left unchecked - the League aids response times in that regard. Besides, it’s not like metas are all there is to pay attention to - there are plenty of villains without meta abilities, intergalactic politics to deal with-”

“Intergalactic? Are you guys doing things in space!?”

Danny was suddenly very close, nose just a hair's breadth from touching Tim’s own.

He swallows quietly.

“Ah, occasionally? G-green Lantern is. A Green Lantern. They’re basically space cops, so that’s…more his thing. Though a previous Robin did have to deal with a Gordanian-Tamaranean conflict affecting a Tamaranean ally - Starfire.”

Danny leans away - just a bit - as he speaks, seemingly basking in the information like a cat in a sunbeam.

“You’re allies with an alien? Ancients,” he breathes. “There are aliens. So cool.”

“Tch, of course there are. I already informed you of Superman,” Damian huffs, causing Danny to whip towards him.

“Superman is an alien!?”

They’d also mention Batman and Superman being close allies, which apparently inspired Danny to let loose the sea of questions he’d been holding back.

“What’s his species called? Is Superman a translation of his actual alien name? You never showed me a picture; does he look human or is he totally different? What’s his planet like? Have you been there? Is he comfortable in Earth’s atmosphere or does he have to use environment-adjusting equipment? Or is it well suited to him? Is that why he has powers, actually? Because the difference in planet allows him to thrive? Or are they an inherent trait in his species? What’s his culture like? You said Green Lantern was ‘A Green Lantern;’ is he an alien too? Or is that the space cops’ names? Are most space cops aliens? What about the Tamaranean person - Starfire? And the Gordanians? Where are they all from are they all from the Milky Way or are some extra-galactic do they allhaveenvironmentalneedssimilartoorlessthanhumanscantheysurviveinthevacuumofSPACE-”

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Once they get Danny to pause for breath - which takes an impressively long time - they promise to answer his questions with a gentle reminder that they’re supposed to take turns asking things.

If Danny was cooperative before, he’s downright eager now. He listens with near-religious awe to every answer they gave.

When it’s their turn to ask a question he becomes unnervingly still and stares with an intensity that has Tim half-concerned they’ll catch on fire for every second they aren’t talking - though luckily between himself and Damian the pauses are minimal.

His answers are both more detailed and more focused.

If they ask if he saw any information about the summoning ritual, he only mentions catching a glimpse of ‘the summoning room.’ Asking what the room looked like nets a description of the columns’ styles and the general vibes, asking what things he saw in the room got them an exhaustive list, but if they wanted further detail they had to ask specifically about the item in question.

He had an awful lot of details for a guy who only ‘caught a glimpse.’

He also refused to give them details about what the circle looked like because ‘for all I know you could be lying about everything you’ve said so far and planning to use me in your own ritual as a sacrifice to summon the Lord of the Dead.’

He and Damian spend a few of their turns opening the internet on the batplane’s front window and showing him some articles and videos about themselves, Batman, Gotham, and the JL to get them to trust him.

He eventually says he’ll describe the circle to them if he can meet an alien.

Appealing to his sense of self-preservation by explaining the information would increase their odds of stopping Ra’s does not help, nor does appealing to his sense of ‘helping others.’

It’s an introduction or the highway.

Not the worst outcome, given how many aliens they know.

The rest of the flight is spent like this.

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Danny is having quite possibly the best day of his half-life - and life, if he’s being honest.

Aliens! The universe he’s in has aliens! And he gets to meet one! Probably!

If Ra’s requests something that isn’t outright evil he’s honestly, genuinely considering granting it (in exchange for something, of course. Having a cool home universe is enough for maybe a deal, not for a freebie. Maybe he can ask for a regularly scheduled summoning to talk to the aliens? And all of the information Ra’s has and will ever have on aliens? Ooooh).

Not that he’s going to make it easy on him, of course.

And wow he is loving the information exchange with the Robins - they’re telling him about aliens and he just has to, what, describe a chandelier? A book? His opinion on the pool?

They ask a surprising number of questions about the pool.

He gets twin dead-eyed stares when he asks if they’re thinking of installing a bird bath - yeah it cost him an alien question but there are only so many pool-related questions he can answer while ignoring the joke hanging right there.

He had to.

When they finally land and exit into what looks like the inside of a high-tech barn, he can’t help but think they might just be sour that they didn’t think of it first.

“Not to be judgy, or anything, but I’m not really getting cave vibes here,” he comments as he descends the final step from plane to floor, looking up once he’s clear to watch the roof finish folding closed over their heads.

“Because this isn’t the cave,” an unfamiliar voice says, melting out of the shadows in a corner to reveal a purple-cloaked woman.

“Wait, let me guess: Purple Robin? Purple Bat? Peafowl?”

Purple snorts good-naturedly and shakes her head.

“All good guesses, space cadet, but wayyy off base. It’s Spoiler, non-flying thing name haver extraordinaire.” She dips into a dramatic bow, eyes crinkled in what, even without her mouth visible, was obviously a grin.

“Ehhhh…” Danny tilts a hand side-to-side. “Spoilers can technically fly if you crash a car hard enough.”

“By that logic everything can be considered a flying thing,” Robin frowned.

“Well the Earth is hurtling through space at around half a million miles per hour chasing the sun through an endless void with no ‘ground’ in sight….”

“Well!” Red Robin ends the brief silence that had inspired. “We should probably head to the batcave, but for security reasons we can’t let you see how we get there-”

“Hey, does this smell funny to you?” Spoiler asks, holding up a bottle of what was almost definitely chloroform.

He can see Red and Robins’ mask eyes widening (somehow) and makes the split second decision to lean forward and take a deep breath of the bottle being held just high enough for him to stick his nose over it.

“Citrusy,” he says before pretending to fall unconscious.

***

*Timmy Turner’s Dad’s voice* “I’m respecting reality by acknowledging that chloroform doesn’t work like that but asserting my authority as The Author by making it work like that anyway”

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missacensnakelover · 2 years

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The Gangreen Gang all at the motel getting ready for the pool there!

Made by me! (x)

#gangreen gang #motel #pool #ace #snake #big billy #grubber #little arturo #motel pool #bathing suits #summer #bed #tv #vacation #motel room #swimming pool #vapinhotpink

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katz-chow · 9 months

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laughing 'till our ribs get tough

synopsis: spending 3 weeks with johnny in the field while sleep deprived, hungry, tired, and actually going crazy takes a toll when you two finally get some sort of peace at mind aka you two finally start to relax after a tough recon and undercover mission

warnings: sfw, fluff, gn! reader, friends to lovers, pinning, really really bad jokes and pick up lines

a/n: this is in the same universe as this small fic, but they can read as stand-alones as well. i think my johnny x recon!reader will really just be a slice of life type of series, thanks!

"It's fucking hot as balls out here," You curse frowning and swiping your forehead off the sweat that's been dripping down.

Johnny laughs and pushes you along with a sturdy hand on the small of your back. "You're hot as balls."

You stop and turn to him suddenly, looking furious with steam practically blowing out of your ears. "I'm gonna cut your balls off." You deadpan.

He whistles and looks away from your stare and continues to walk on the tiled streets of Barcelona. The summer heat was beating down as the Spanish air broiled your lungs. It was the last few days of your mission to stalk a Bosnian gang leader on vacation here.

However, the most difficult of your reconnaissance mission has passed and you decided that he wasn't a big enough threat for you and Johnny to tackle. So here you two are, walking the mile in the scorching sun back to your rented Airbnb as two friends who took a month-long vacation to Barcelona. Friends.

"No need to be so snappy, Jesus!" He huffs and practically pouts as you two continue to march up the tight, tiled, stairs to the top floor of your Airbnb.

You smile slightly even with the discomfort of how your clothes are sticking to you. Finally reaching the top and into your home away from home, the shade hits and you two quickly close all the windows and doors while turning on the small ac window unit. Sitting smack dead on the terracotta floor just in front of the icy bliss that is your rickety ac unit, you finally let out a sigh and close your eyes. This bliss, however, was soon interrupted as your Scotsman nudges your shoulder with his own.

You groan and fall back onto the cooling tiles. "What do you want, Johnny?"

"Can you take me to the doctor's?" Soap asked, reasonably calmly, but this question shook you.

You immediately shoot straight up and turn to Johnny with your eyes wide in shock and horror, scanning his body for any injuries. "What? Why? Johnny, are you hurt?"

He looks at you sheepishly, a slight grin forming on his face as he struggled, but fails to hide it. "...Because I just broke my leg falling for you."

"Oh my fucking God, I'm going to murder you!" You shriek as you launch yourself at him and tackle him until you two might as well be sparring. He laughs and throws you as gently as possible over to your backside.

"Hold on, hold on, Lass, I got another," He bites his lower lip to stop the infectious smile he adorned on his face. "Do you have a name? Or can I just call you mine?"

You rolled your eyes and threw him off of you so that both of you two are sat upright, letting the cool air hit you. "That doesn't work because you know what my name is, Stupid."

"Alright, Lass, how about this one," Johnny stands up and presents himself. Suddenly, without warning, it was as if his legs were bound together by an invisible ribbon that caused him to topple over and land on top of you. "If there wasn't as any gravity on Earth, I'd still fall for you."

You snort and laugh a bit as he wiggled his eyebrows quite cartoonishly. A snap over your mouth as you feel a giggle slip out. He sees this and takes advantage of your weakened position to throw another one of his corny pickup lines at you to catch.

"It's 6 pm so all the libraries are closed..." He slides off of your lap and laid himself on his side with an arm up to hold his head. "Can I check you out instead?"

You couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing behind your hand, but as you make eye contact with him, he raises his eyebrows and bites his lower lip, imitating a professional player. Your laughs ring out from the living room as you throw your head back.

The tears that gather in your eyes threatened to fall as you hear his own laugh mixing with yours. "That-" You snort, "Was the worst possible face you could've made!"

He pushes himself up to sit cross-legged in front of you, mimicking your position. "What face should I have made then? This one?" Johnny licks his lips enticingly but quickly his hand covers his own mouth as he wheezes, unable to take himself seriously.

You couldn't as well as your hard laughter turns into silent ones, and your lower back and stomach ache from the exertion of your glee. You look as he throws his head back and laughs at his antics, he looked so pretty in the setting sun.

You took note of how his mohawk had grown out quite a bit and now is more of a misshapen fade. You also tried your best to memorize the color of the orange sunlight on his tanning skin from the Spanish heat. This was him, not Soap, not Sergeant MacTavish; this was Johnny. And in the haze of you spacing out, he was able to look into your eyes as you did his. A look that lingered for just too long, a look that had some sort of silent words, begging to be spoken.

And for a moment, you both think or rather hope, that one day, this scene can be replayed in better circumstances. But now, you'll take what you can. His laugh though? That could never be enough.

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