okay hear me out on this. wilson family and wayne family rivalry in civilian form outside the costumes. wayne enterprise vs wilson industries. the wilson family including: slade, wintergreen, grant, joseph, rose, tanya spears, and wallace. while the bat family includes everyone: bruce, dick, jason, tim, steph, damian, duke, etc. no, i can’t get the idea out of my head now. BONUS: jayrose having a forbidden love making it way more interesting too.
okay so I recently just finished the anime assassination classroom and I LOVED it. my favourite character was of course karma, and as the show went on I realised that his dynamic with Rio nakamura is GOALS. THEY ARE SO FUNNY TOGETHER PLSSSS
anyway i totally ship them 🙈 thing is there really isnt that much karma x Rio content ANYWHERE. I read all of their fanfiction in one NIGHT BRO.
so I kinda wanna write my own Rio x karma fanfiction but I want to know I'd theres still anyone in this fandom who ships them and would read it.
Hi there! I do not know if you are still waiting for an answer but I would certainly read them, they are my otp and I adore them, also I am also working on a fic and if you are still a fan of the ship that encourages me to do it.
Summary: Fire alarm Levi and cottagecore (kindred spirits) Petra have sex. I make no apologies and fully blame @anya-grace @heybeybey and @pufferssss
Continuation of this crack fic
Rating: E, nsfw and explicit sex
CWs: Partner switching, dirty talk
“So we’re all in agreement then?” Fire alarm Petra said, sitting back in her chair, snickering. Therapist Petra gave another cautionary look at cottage Petra, putting her hand atop the younger girl’s shoulder.
“You’re sure about this?”
“I-if my Levi agrees to it, then sure. I mean...if we’re all stuck here, then we might as well enjoy ourselves right?” She parroted the words fire alarm Petra said earlier, courage firing in her belly as therapist Petra stood up and walked around the white empty space that they occupied.
She closed her eyes, imagining the scene that the four girls collectively thought about and a large king size bed sprung into the space, complete with silk sheets and pillows. She smiled triumphantly to herself, turning on her heel to show the other ladies, when she noticed her boyfriend float over, looking both exasperated and sweaty.
“Petra...what are you doing?” He asked cautiously, knowing the conniving glint in her eyes, the one she got when she got an idea for a research paper at 2 AM.
“Well, the other Petras and I were talking, and poor cottage Petra is scared she isn’t going to be good enough in bed for her Levi. So we got to talking, and fire alarm Petra offered her Levi up since he’s apparently a sex god.”
Levi gaped at her, also wondering where the newfound names came from, though he had a semblance of knowledge since he had been talking to the other men as well about their stories.
“What does the other Levi think?” He asked, already empathizing with his other self, and he had a dark thought that ‘fire alarm’ Levi wouldn’t be minding anything in the slightest since he seemed to be the only one genuinely fascinated by the other Petras, not bothering to hide his language when speaking appreciatively about them.
“Yours is quite a leader,” lawyer Levi remarked to the ghost, and he simply nodded, already knowing Petra’s strong qualities. He didn’t need himself to tell him that, the situation was already too weird.
“Too bad she can’t dominate you in bed,” he commented idly and ghost Levi looked around for a mop to hit this man. The audacity of him--at least the other Levis seemed to agree even though he supposed he didn’t have as much say since he wasn’t actually human.
His Petra shrugged. “We’re about to ask him, but fire alarm Petra seemed pretty set that he wouldn’t mind. She’s actually excited, can you believe it? She said she wants to take notes for cottage Petra, and writer Petra said she also wants to take notes, but for an article. You know, I never imagined myself in other professions, but maybe I should try--”
Levi made a motion to press his fingers against his temples even though it was a gesture. He saw his janitor self do it several times, and it seemed to have the desired effect of cutting people off.
“You guys are so fucking weird,” he muttered, but took her hand in his as they joined the group, which was getting heated by the way janitor Levi was holding postman Levi back.
“First you imply they’re all going to sleep together, then you’re telling me you want to fuck my girlfriend?! You’re the worst. I’m going to kill you, I was in the Navy you know, and I’ve seen people get murdered. Petra and I are going home, you will not be touching her. Petra!” He gave his Petra a hurt look and outstretched his hand, but she just smiled back weakly.
“If I practice on him, then I can be better for you,” she rationalized, and he groaned.
“Practice on me!”
“What’s going on?” Therapist Petra asked, sticking her head in, and fire alarm Levi gave her a soft look.
“Hey, my Petra offered me up to show cottage Petra a good time and I agreed. Postboy here is upset. Since you’re such a talented therapist, maybe you can calm him down.”
Ghost Levi flushed. Was he seriously fucking flirting with his Petra? He figured his Petra would be in the clear since she seemed to be the more mature one in the group, but he saw her pink as lawyer Levi leaned in closer and was he sniffing her?
“Hey Casper, you wanna go find a bed? I’m curious what it’s like to have sex with a ghost, not gonna lie,” fire alarm Petra said, noticing him glower at the pair and he wanted to hit his head against a wall. Whatever universe these two were from, they had the sex drive of a bunch of rabbits and it was starting to scare him.
His Petra brightened. “Oh, that’s a good idea! We can all switch, so it’d be fair. What do you boys say? We were talking and we don’t know how long we’ll be stuck here for, so we figured we could make it out to be an educational experience.”
“Petra,” the three Levis chorused, and they looked at each other in startlement, knowing exactly what was going on through all of their minds. I love her, but it’s not technically cheating because it is her.
“Therapist Petra figured out that we can make stuff with our minds. Look!” Writer Petra snapped her fingers and a notepad appeared with a bright pink pen. “I think I can learn a lot from you all, so you boys better work this out because we’ve made up our minds and there’s a perfectly good Levi who’s also willing to help out.”
Postman Levi struggled against janitor Levi, and he wondered where a janitor got all of his strength from to begin with. “Let me go, Levi!”
Janitor Levi sighed. “Look, I know how you feel because I am you. But you can’t kill him, it might break the fabric of the universe or something. With the way our minds work, I think one of us could summon a gun and that’s it. Let the Petras handle all of the magic, at least their minds make shit like silk beds and popcorn.”
Postman Levi snapped his head at the last statement, not noticing it before, but writer Petra had popcorn in her hand, accompanied by an orange bean bag chair with her notepad on her lap. Another bean bag chair appeared, this time yellow, and fire alarm Petra flopped down as writer Petra extended the popcorn, sharing it with the other woman.
Ghost Levi took the opportunity to float between them, giving the men an exasperated look. “So we’re doing this?”
Janitor Levi shrugged. “I don’t think we have a choice. It’s either we agree or he fucks all of our Petras. Think of yours as a sacrifice, postboy.”
“Please stop calling me that. I was in the military.”
Ghost Levi and janitor Levi scoffed at the same time. “Tch. Whatever.”
Therapist Petra skipped over to them, eyes excited as she gave the two physical men appreciative looks. “Alright guys, we’re going to get started. Janitor Levi, you good with watching postboy so he doesn’t do anything too crazy?”
Tongue tied, janitor Levi nodded as he stilled at the beautiful woman’s directness and she giggled, sending a wave of jealousy over ghost Levi.
“For my Levi,” she said, already cocking her head. “Let’s go find a corner and watch. I have some ideas I want to play out which include me creating wild sex toys thanks to writer Petra. Janitor Levi, you’ve really got your hands full, don’t you? I don’t think I was even that freaky at that age.” And with a final turn, she winked at the two men. “See you boys after the show.”
The two Levis looked at each other, postman Levi giving him a sympathetic glance and janitor Levi sighed. Who better to be honest with than himself? “I haven’t been laid in over 10 years and my Petra is a love and sex tip writer for a magazine. You can probably guess how I feel.”
Postman Levi couldn’t even comprehend a woman being that brazen and writing on such a topic, so he pulled up the chairs from behind them and sat down, gesturing for himself to do the same. He buried his face in his hands and bemoaned, “Do me a solid, and just tell me when it’s over?”
Janitor Levi chuckled. “I’ve got you, buddy.”
---
Cottage Petra squeaked as she saw her counterparts giving her a thumbs up as one of them dimmed the lights. She was shaking; the man in front of her certainly looked like her Levi, but she had never seen such a hungry expression before. His grey eyes shone in the dimness and he traced a warm hand down her arm.
“You look lovely in this dress. Where’s it from?” He asked smoothly and she reddened.
“I made it myself.”
An endearing look crossed Levi’s face. “Wow, you’re so talented.” He rolled up his white sleeves, taking care to take off his watch and place it into his jacket pocket as a coat rack manifested beside the bed and fire alarm Petra waved from the distance.
He hung his suit jacket that was in his arms onto the coat rack and then moved to take off his shoes, followed by his black vest. He left his tie on and went back to face Petra, who looked at him in fascination.
“Surely you’ve seen this before? Or does your Levi not dress as well?”
“O-oh he dresses just fine. I’ve just never seen something so well tailored, I mean, I make most of my clothes, so I guess I don’t have something to match it against, and my Levi wears his postman uniform most of the time, and when he’s out of it, our fashion is a bit different you see--”
Levi tilted her chin up by his thumb, then moving it to grace against her bottom lip. “You’re adorable,” he said, stepping closer and Petra’s heart beat fast in her chest as heat travelled up her neck.
“T-thank you,” she said and he guided her to the bed, the backs of her knees hitting the edge.
Levi settled his hands at her waist and ran his fingers along the small of her back, earning a shudder. “Petra, you seem a bit nervous. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
She laughed warily. “I’m really shy, it’s not you. This is just weird, I guess, but I really want to make my Levi happy. He’s so good to me and I want to show him how much I love him but I’m not good at this stuff. I was a virgin before him.” In a softer voice, she courageously took his dress shirt and thumbed at his buttons. “He mentioned he wants to be gentle with me, but I don’t want to hold him back because I’m inexperienced. So I figured if we do this then maybe he won’t hold back as much.”
Levi ran his hand through her bangs and undid the bandana that held her hair up, letting it fall to the floor. Huskily, he leaned down to whisper into her ear, “I want you to imagine the most comfortable place you know. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
And Petra smiled, already knowing the place as she imagined her cottage, with her garden, her laundry blowing in the wind, and freshly baked goods and tea on the table. Immediately, the scene shifted from the silk bed to her bed in the cottage. It was morning, and butterflies flew by the window as a soft record played in the background.
Levi looked around in amazement, having an idea of the life his alternate self lived by postboy’s descriptions, but it was truly a wonder as Petra shyly took his hand and led him to her smaller bed.
“You really are Levi, aren’t you? Just a bit bolder, I think.”
He nodded. “That’s why I don’t see a problem with this. You deserve to be treated like a princess,” he said, reaching for the tie of her apron, lifting it from her body, leaving her in her cream chemise. He immediately noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, nipples peeking through the thin fabric and green gingham panties could be seen at the apex of her thighs.
Levi groaned, the sight of her so demure and innocent already making him hard between his dress pants as he took her face between his hands and kissed her gently, first just by exploring her lips.
Both were oddly turned on by the fact that the sensation wasn’t necessarily new--it was like meeting your partner in a dream, not quite the same but not unfamiliar either as they continued exploring each other, first furtive on Petra’s end, then bolder as she threaded her hands between his hair, fingers brushing over the recognizable undercut.
Levi moved his lips to the corner of her jaw, letting his tongue travel down slowly while he kissed the shell of her ear, earning a light gasp as he pulled her closer. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, you just tell me and we stop, okay?”
Knees weak, Petra nodded, eyes darkened with lust as Levi took the hem of her dress and pulled it over, revealing just her underwear as Petra squeaked and attempted to cover her breasts. In her frenzied movement, she fell back onto the bed, and Levi wasted no time in climbing on top of her. He gently took her wrists and pried them from her chest, nuzzling himself into her neck as he alternated between kissing and sucking, finding her pulse point and let his lips linger there a bit longer.
“You’re so beautiful, you shouldn’t cover anything up,” he whispered into her and she gave a feeble nod as she reached for his tie, then his shirt buttons, shakily trying to undo them.
Levi chuckled, assisting her, letting his lean fingers glide over the shirt as he let it fall onto the bed, revealing his bare chest as she gaped up at him.
“You have less scars,” she automatically said and he tilted his head.
“Is that a good thing?”
She shook her head, frantically looking around for her Levi but forgot she changed the scene. “No, it’s just different.”
Endeared by her observation, Levi kissed her again, palming at her breasts and enjoyed the way she hesitantly leaned into his touch, but grew needy as he pinched and flicked her nipples.
She panted, his touches becoming like fire as he slid his hand down her stomach, admiring the soft flesh he was accustomed to and stopped at her underwear, sliding a finger down the center to check how wet she was.
He groaned as his fingers enveloped her center, and Petra keened, reaching up into him as an attempt to get more friction, but stopped as she noticed his smirk and he withdrew his fingers, sticking them into his mouth, giving them a long suck.
Eyes wide, Petra opened her mouth to say something, but Levi pulled her in again for a kiss, this time harder and more hurried as he bit down and pushed his tongue into her lips, tasting her as they danced. Petra was moaning, and Levi allowed himself to press his length against her leg, grinding himself against her.
“Shouldn’t I be pleasuring you?” Petra asked, letting her hands fall to Levi’s shoulder blades and he stopped pushing her tits to his face to meet her eyes.
“Petra, this is pleasuring me. Do you want to try something else, though?”
Unsure of what to say, he guided her to flip onto her stomach and he kissed a column down her back, hooking a finger and sliding her panties down. As cute as they were, they concealed her ass and what he had planned required her entire body. She was bare before him, but she wasn't shy as Levi shucked off his pants and hugged her from behind, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other holding tight onto a tit.
His dick throbbed as he pressed himself against her again, this time grinding against her ass, his length between the crevice, and Petra moaned, unable to contain the amount of sensations that he was flooding herself with. He kissed the nape of her neck as he lowered her back onto the bed, then kissing her temple.
“I’m going to play with your ass for a bit, okay princess?” Petra keened at the pet name as a delighted smile crossed Levi’s face. “So you like dirty talk, huh. Not surprised since mine goes wild for it, I hope your Levi is taking notes.”
His lips trailed down her back again, and then he bit and licked the curve of her ass he massaged her cheeks with both of his hands. Levi drew a breath as he warmed her, palms pressing and moving as he raised a hand and gave a gentle smack. He waited, gauging her reaction, and Petra moaned at the contact.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
She nodded, head pressed into the pillow as he continued, alternating between light and hard smacks, hitting her upside the ass so he could watch it jiggle.
“You’re such a pretty baby, I bet you can’t wait until I stuff you. I bet you would like that, princess, being pumped full of me.”
Petra bit down onto the pillow, hands tangled between the sheets in order to regain some semblance of composure, but Levi was quick as he enveloped her again, threading her heads between his as he grinded himself against her, breath hot on her ear.
“Tell me what you want.”
Words were becoming difficult to Petra as she moaned, finding something to choke out.
“You,” was the only thing she could say and Levi sucked on her earlobe, enjoying her little sounds and shudders.
Both of his hands were at her tits, rubbing circles but also pinching her nipples as she wiggled her ass, attempting to find friction as he laughed.
“You ready, baby girl?” Petra nodded, and Levi released himself, taking a few strokes as he toyed the tip at her ass.
To his delight, Petra raised herself, entryway ready and Levi kissed her cheek, then gave a sloppy kiss to her mouth as he entered her. She cried out, loudly, and a primal rush flew through him as she gasped.
She had never been taken from behind before, and with both terror and glee, she could feel him everywhere. His cock, while the same size and length as her Levi’s, felt full and heavy at this angle. He moved slowly within her, testing the position and she moaned, guiding him further as she let herself be used.
Levi held her waist, then gave another smack to her ass, causing her to scream louder as they increased their pace. Levi encouraged her to move, bouncing on his dick as she awkwardly tried to twist and turn, and he steadied her, hands at her tits again as he kissed her shoulder.
“You’re doing so well, princess. Can you let me take over now? I’m going to make you feel so good.”
And Petra let go as Levi slammed into her, the full hilt of his erection hitting her walls as she cried out, first in pain, then in pleasure as he nearly withdrew the head, then dove right back in like a jackhammer. The sensation was almost too rough for her, but it turned into hot pleasure as Levi drew his fingers into her folds, finding her clit and stroking it.
The sensations were enough to nearly make her come; she could feel him everywhere, his lips and breath hot on her neck, his dick stuffing her ass, and then his fingers working their magic as he deftly swam, alternating between flutters and pulses.
She realized that the reason why he knew her body so well was because he did know it, and desire flushed through her as his pace moved to a more tolerable speed, focusing on her pleasure while he found the bundle of nerves that Petra was new to.
Stars were coloring her vision as pressure built between them, and she could hear his mellow voice egging her on, and with a “Come for me, princess. You’re going to come so hard for me,” Petra let go, gasping for air as she bucked back into him, his arm at her waist to keep their connection.
Not giving her a moment to collect himself since Levi was just at the edge, he rammed back into her ass, tempo increasing while he interlaced his hands with Petra’s.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” and he pumped into her with rapid pulsations, losing himself as he broke their hands and moved them to her hips, guiding himself deeper as he finished inside her.
He immediately released her, and Petra moaned with a sad pout as he pulled her to lay on top of him, kissing the crown of her hairline.
“Good?” He asked, pride swelling within him as she laid her head on top of his chest.
She gave a shy smile, burying her face between his muscles, and nodded.
Okay I've read it and I can't believe that out of all the beautiful stories you've written, my favorite is this crackfest of a fic 😭 I'm cackling and fanning myself at the same time.
ALSO HEAR ME OUT @sleeperswakewriting @anya-grace @pufferssss
CANON LEVI ARRIVES IN THIS FUCKERY AND HE'S THE REAL LOSER OUT OF ALL OF THEM.
BECAUSE HIS CANON PETRA IS DEAD
and they didn't even have a relationship :')
(altho if Canon Petra was alive, she'd definitely jump Fire Alarm Levi, would probs baby Janitor Levi, cry with Postboy Levi and hear out Ghost Levi during his Therapist Petra Ral Simping Hours)
Okay I didn't expect this to be so painful and hard for Post(man)boy!Levi so I think he should have a revenge sex with Fire Alarm!Petra because I think Pet would appreciate a slow but romantic lovemaking courtesy of Postman!Levi himself 😌👌
AND WHILE THIS WAS HOT AND SO SO STEAMY (LAWYER LEVI'S SO GOOD AT DIRTY TALK IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL), ATE @heybeybey HERE DECIDED TO MAKE IT PAINFUL BECAUSE OF CANON LEVI 😭
since I love canon Levi so much my PLOT TWIST IS GHOST!PETRA RAL COMING TO SAVE THE DAY!
(yes, this is me looking for a way so canon Levi and Petra can be happy together 😭)
but it's fine since he's rich af and he can pay for every child's daily needs (plus he's a child welfare lawyer) 😌 he's just so perfect and I won't blame all the Petras for making a baby with him 👀
the funniest scenario would be Lawyer!Levi attending the christening of all his babies and seeing Father/Priest!Levi (who is also depraved and corrupted) flirting with all the other Petras aka the mothers of his children 😂
Y'all are killing me 😂 Canon Levi is the dude coming into the party with the pizza boxes but his life is also on fire.
Why do I feel like all of the other Levis would beat Father!Levi up for being a dirty perv and they're torn between killing him and stud fire alarm Levi
"Esta es nuestra isla"-- Raven miraba todo a su alrededor, todavía le costaba creer que todo esa belleza era de los dos.
"Lo és"-- Damian tomó su mano izquierda y la beso justo en el anillo que era símbolo de su unión.
Intercambiaron miradas durante unos segundos, sonrieron, estaban felices de pasar los próximos siete días en la isla privada que les dio Bruce como regalo de bodas.
"Tengo que volverle a agradecer a tu padre"-- volvió a dirigir su mirada a todo el paisaje que lograba ver sin soltar la mano.
"Rae"-- Damian la observó de reojo. Lo último que quería era chocar mientras manejaba el corvette rojo descapotable que les dieron sus hermanos. "No tienes que hacer, está bien, ya he hablado con él"
"Ah, está bien"-- Raven lo beso en la mejilla y sonrió.
Titus empezó a ladrar.
"¿Titus qué pasa?"-- Raven se acercó a él y rasco detrás de su oreja.
"El sí se dio cuenta"-- Damian volteo la mirada a su izquierda seguido por Raven quien imitó esto.
" Una cabaña"
"¿Te gusta? Ese es mi regalo"
"Damian..."-- la mirada de Raven estaba llena de amor " no tenías que hacerlo"-- lo sujetó con ambas manos y miró el anillo.
"¿Entonces dónde íbamos a dormir?"-- alzó una ceja de manera bromista y la diversión se noto en su voz.
Raven se rió divertida "tienes razón"
El resto del viaje a la cabaña fue en un cómodo silencio mirándose y apreciando la belleza de su alrededor. La cabaña era pequeña y hogareña, era de manera, tenía una chimenea de piedra, detrás de ella habían unas pequeñas montañas y estaba situada en la arena de una pequeña orilla que da al mar.
Damian aparcó al frente de la cabaña. Titus fue el primero en bajarse seguido por la pareja. Damian se dejó caer al suelo y la sensación de la arena en sus manos era relajante, inclinó su cabeza haci atras observando cielo cada vez más naranja que le indicaba el atardecer. Raven se quitó tacones de tacón bajo que lleva relajándose ante el tacto de la arena con sus pies al igual que su esposo miro al cielo perdiéndose en él, como si lo que está viviendo fuera un sueño.
Una fuerte ráfaga de viento despeinó sus cabellos y agitó el vestido de Raven. Damian pudo distinguir debajo del vestido la doble correa que enrollaba sus gruesos mulos y entendío el por que se había puesto un vestido negro cuello tortuga de falda ancha. Era su lencería favorita y la que indicaba que quien decidio lo que iba pasar no era él.
Se levantó rápidamente de la arena, se acercó a ella y la jaló de sus caderas pegando a él.
"Pensé que nunca te ibas a dar cuenta"
La besó de manera necesitada se podía decir que la iba devorar viva si seguía así. Levantó el vestido y dirigió sus manos a sus glúteos, los apretó y ella soltó un gemido en medio del beso. Enrollo sus piernas en la cintura del chico sin separarse en ningún momento Damian la llevó a la cabaña abriendo la puerta con desesperación, había llegado a esa isla a disfrutar y eso era justo lo que estaba apunto de hacer...
Titus decidió ser el primero en explorar la isla desde lo más lejos posible de la cabaña, lo que menos quería es escuchar a sus padres gemir.
Gar salió a una entrevista, Jaime tenía una cita, Dick y Kory salieron al cine, Donna fue a una misión con Wonder Woman, Raven estaba meditando en el jardín de siempre, y Damian estaba al otro lado del jardín jugando con Titus.
Damian no estaba concentrado en su juego, por más que Titus le pasara la pelota él no le prestaba atención y solo miraba de reojo a atrás hacia la chica de cabellos morados. Titus podría ser un perro pero era inteligente y lo sabía. Salió corriendo a donde la chica interrumpiendo su meditación.
"¡¡¡Aah!!! ¡¡¡Titus, no!!! ¡¡¡Para!!!"
"¿Qué?"-- Damian salió de sus pensamientos y se dirigió rápidamente al otro lado del jardín. La chica de cabellos morados yacía en el suelo soltando pequeñas risas ahogadas ante las lamidas del gran danés.
¡¡Titus, para!! ¡¡¡Titus!!! ¡¡¡¿Dónde está todo lo que te he enseñado?!!!-- la voz de Damian era fuerte y seria, como si de verdad fuera un padre regañando a su hijo.
Titus hizo caso omiso y fue a hacer lo contrario a lo que se le pidió, se dirigió a Damian tirándose encima con suficiente fuerza como para tumbarlo, lamió rostro mientras Damian giraba la cabeza tratando de evitarlas pero Titus logro lamer debajo de la oreja y en consecuencia soltó unas pequeñas risas ahogadas apenas susceptibles al oído pero que Raven logro escuchar.
"Damian... Tú... ¿Acabas de..."-- Dijo mientras se sentaba torpemente.
"No has escuchado nada"
"¿Seguro? Yo creo que sí"
Raven se acercaba como felino acechando a su presa, Titus se salió corriendo en dirección a la torre T dejando solos a los adolescentes.
"Raven ¿qué vas a hacer?"
Damian no tuvo tiempo de sentarse cuando Raven se abalanzó sobre él lanzando un feroz ataque de cosquillas por todo su cuello.
"No te voy... a~ a complacer "-- dijo aguantándose la risa como pudo
"¿No? ¿Seguro?"-- Un tono de picardía se encontró en la voz de la chica que estaba encima suyo le costaba creer que esa era la misma Raven seria con la que habla todos los días, pero solo era parte de ella que no conocía y que ahora le encantaba.
Después de insistir un poco encontró el lugar perfecto, justo debajo de la mandíbula y una larga y deseada carcajada salió de la boca del chico.
"Mierda"
"¿No qué no me ibas a complacer? "
"TT"
Rápidamente Damian cogió sus manos, los hizo girar, esta vez quedando encima y atacó su abdomen, Raven no se pudo resistir y sus carcajadas fueron lo único que escuchaba en el jardín.
Y así prosiguió media hora o una hora llenas de cosquillas y carcajadas por parte de ambos. Ninguno quería romper ese momento y ninguno quería coronarse como perdedor, pero estaban sucios y les faltaba aire, además pronto iban a llegar el resto de titanes por lo que tenían que parar.
"Damian... paremos... Necesito aire..." -- su voz estaba entrecortada por su respiración, se puso el cabello detrás de la oreja y se bajó del regazo del chico.
Su respiración era lo único que se escuchaba, se veía cansada, sucia y despeinada, una bella imagen ante los ojos de Damian.
preciosa
"Okey, pero yo gane"
"Yo gané Dami"
"Ese bastardo de Grayson, lo sacaste de él ¿no?"
"Quien sabe Dami"
"¿Cuántas veces estuve encima tuyo? Definitivamente más veces que tú, yo gane Rae."
"¿Rae? Me gusta.
"Bueno te propongo un trato quien gane 3 combates se declara ganador, saca la basura toda la semana y le debe una ida al cine a ver la película que el otro quiera."
"Trato hecho."
<<< >>>
"Oh, hola Gar, Jaime, Donna"
"Hola Kory, hola Dick" dijeron los tres chicos sentados en los muebles, aparentemente acababan de llegar.
¿Dónde están Damian y Rave?
"No sé, acabo de llegar de mi super entrevista, la tienen que ver, me veo ge-ni-al."
"Donna y yo llegamos hace menos de 30 minutos, creo que estaban entrenando"
"Creo que sí"-- agregó ella
"¿Entrenando? Es su día libre, ah, voy a verlos"
"¡Ey! No me ignoren, yo también puedo ser pájaro"-- Gar se transformó en cuervo y voló a la sala de entrenamiento-- "¡Cruoc! ¡Cruoc!"
"Callate Gar"-- replicó Jaime
Gar se transformó en burro y se tiró una flatulencia "eres aburrido Jaime" le saca la lengua y siguió su camino al campo de práctica.
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¿Damian? ¿Raven? ¿Qué hacen?
"No te metas Grayson, estoy apunto de ganar."
¿Cuánto tiempo llevan así? Entiendo que quieran practicar pero hoy era su día libre y tenían que descansar
"¿Qué hora es?"-- preguntó Raven esquivando un golpe de la katana de Damian
"Las siete y media"
Ambos pararon de pelear y se miraron.
"Estuvimos desde las cuatro haciendo..."
"No lo digas Raven"
Raven dejó de volar, se sentó en el suelo y miró otra vez a Damian solo que la complicidad y la diversión se reflejaron en sus ojos. Damian le devolvió una mirada seria pero muy cómplice. Raven empezó a reír sin dejar de mirarlo, Damian se contagió por la risa de ella y las risas de ambos se escucharon en toda la sala. Los demás los miraban sorprendidos e intrigados ¿Qué había pasado en su ausencia?.
Tuve algunos problemas y no puede pintar la capa ¡perdón!.
Es el primer one-shot que escribo así que siéntanse libres de criticarlo
Petra's age was never confirmed but she is FIRMLY implied to be an adult in multiple sources, and Levi and Petra have had multiple romantic implications as well as her feelings were confirmed. DO NOT call people weird because of MISINFORMATION. Second, the first one is just childish, please stop being an embarrassment to society.
also, may i kindly and calmly add that IF PETRA IS A MINOR THEY WOULD NOT GIVE HER A FUCKING VALENTINES DAY ART WITH LEVI.
can someone please copy and paste my reply to these guys?
turnnoffyourmind
origamiaround
jbbartram-illu
stormborns
kianamaiart
