#Lemme know how that strikes you huh?

[princessbrunette]

I think if you tried to bargain with bounty hunter!rafe by saying you’d do whatever he wants if he’ll just let you go, he’d think about it before getting all serious and looking down at you with a suggestive smirk “whatever I want, huh? ok, kid. lemme putta ring on that finger.. how bout that? how’s being my little housewife sound, huh?”

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you’re held up in a barn. it wasn’t ideal, lord knows rafe knew that — much used to a finer life back where he lived with his fathers riches on the fat of his land, but for now it had to do. the two of you were laying low — the word being that someone had recognised your face off a missing poster that your father had put out, and now rafe had to make sure the two of you were far from anyone’s sight for a while.

“my fathers still looking for me.” you gaze wistfully out the window. so there was hope, you almost forgot that this could be an option after all this time. you’d grown slightly fond of rafe since he’d taken you, which you knew was wrong — but you couldn’t help it. he was a handsome guy, and he seemed to actually care about your safety. you knew this mentality was likely just a survival technique — you're less likely to go insane if you believe your captor cares for you instead of caring for the condition he delivers you in, but whatever helped soothe you.

"yeah, well…" he bites on his finger nail, leaning against the wall as he looks out the barn door he'd left ajar. "great for you, sucks for me. i do not want to get arrested, believe it or not." he sarks, his own nerves producing quite the attitude.

“you know if you just let me go you wouldn’t go to jail.” you try, and you knew it was a long shot but begging for your escape had become second nature by this point. you swivel, sitting on a hay bale with your legs swinging aimlessly, brushing down the dress he’d purchased you at the market when he decided you needed to change your clothes as to not be recognised.

he chuckles silently, shaking his head before finally turning to face you — arms crossed over his chest.

“yeah? you uh…” he shrugs theatrically. “you think i’d just let you go? just like that.”

“well what do you want?” you whine, huffing as you push yourself to stand, coming right up to him to stare up at him desperately. he stares back down, lips parted, amused. “i’ll do anything. anything you want.”

“anything i- okay.” he shakes his head, pushing his fingers stressfully against his eyelids for a moment as he paces before arriving back infront of you, blinking into thin air and slowly lowering his hand as if he’s had an idea. “anything i want? ‘s what you said, right?” he clarifies, and you falter a little— shrinking in size at the realisation of how broad ‘anything’ is.

“…yes?”

“alright so,” his hand strikes out suddenly grabbing a hold of your wrist making you jump, squealing and resisting from habit. “give me that shit.” he grits his teeth and you submit, allowing him to raise your hand, taking a look at your fingers. “yeah…yeah i can see it. i’m gonna put a ring on that little finger.”

“huh?” your eyes widen.

“‘said anything, right? so… so if i marry you, it’ll look like you just ran away with me and he’ll stop looking. god damnit i—” he laughs, rubbing a hand down his mouth.

“what about your boss?” you blink, unsure of this whole thing. he waves you off, walking past you.

“my uh, boss is my dad.” he itches his cheek, perhaps a little embarrassed of the fact. “‘said i could do whatever i wanted with you. your dad pissed my dad off, so— so i took you, right— that parts done, his little girl is gone, my dad wins.” he explains, finally filling you in on why the whole thing happened, you stare intently, following him over to where he rummages through the bags tied to the horse. “i was gonna bring you to my dad to show him… show him that i could do it, and that he could trust me… but this is better, yeah — this is way better.” he mutters, before pulling out a small piece of wire, a souvenir from what he’d originally bound your wrists with.

“yeah, this’ll do.” he speaks to himself before yanking your wrist again, beginning to bend the wire around your finger. “‘til i can get you a real ring, a’ight?” his brows raise and he cups your cheeks in his rough hands, eyes darting between yours. “you are going to make the prettiest little housewife. okay? y’gonna marry me?”

you figured this was better than whatever his boss, well — his dad would have done with you, like sell you or something, so you nod. plus, rafe wasn’t all too bad.

“okay.” you agree just about a whisper.

“okay?” he clarifies and you nod, so he forces his mouth against yours. “this is gonna save us.” he whispers when he pulls away.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #bountyhunter!rafe #western!au

[findafight]

Tw for hospitals and use of of pain medication, infection, and canonical injuries, brief mention of the AIDS crisis. Ohhhh steddie dating pre S4 au where Robin has now been subjected at work to Steve both striking out spectacularly and flirting like he knows he's getting laid that night. She isn't sure which is worse. (The striking out is worse. She is glad her friend is happy. She's just painfully single and pining away)

The same stuff happens in s4 minus Robin and Eddie pushing Steve and Nancy together romantically (Dustin is trying to push Steve to both Robin or Nancy he's like dude these are girls you like why are you not making a move on them! I want you to be happy!!! And Steve rips his eyes away from Eddie's lips like huh?) But they're still like hey Nancy! It would be nice! If we could be friends maybe! And it's still awkward.

Robin is out here sweating and glaring at Steve and eddie trying to beam thoughts into Eddie's brain in the Upside Down like Eddie please cool it I know it's a stressful situation but stop staring at Steve's tits for five minutes pl-oh giving him your vest??? You think that's going to help? Ok buddy. I'm just going to. Distract Nancy up ahead a little bit while you and Steve chat aaaaand neither of you are listening. Fine.

And it's still a mess. Max and Eddie and Steve end up in the hospital. The ground split open but sealed itself once Steve cut Henry's head off. Everything is over.

Eddie gets discharged first, despite having more bites than Steve, because his didn't have two days to get infected with Upside Down nastiness. So he ends up camped out with Robin at Steve's bedside as he fights the infection with antibiotics (the doctors hope will work), pain meds, and a slight fever.

Which is to say, completely out of it and high as a kite.

So when Dustin visits and Steve is awake, he gets to see a big, goofy grin spread across his best friend's/adoptive older brother's face as he reaches out and says "dusssstyyyy! Cmere. Lemme. Boop you." And yeah, okay, it makes him feel a bit like a baby but Steve is out of it and apparently drugged Steve likes to Boop his younger friends noses. Dustin can accept that. He sighs and leans forward and allows his nose to be booped.

Steve giggles and smiles and pats his head. "Good to see you, man"

Dustin smiles, a bit watery because it's hard to see Steve in the hospital again, and because it was fucking terrifying to watch him nearly drop to the ground after making sure Eddie got treatment, only being caught by Robin. Dustin almost lost three people he loves, and he is so fucking glad they're all alive, if not well.

"yeah, Steve. Good to see you, too. They say when you're allowed to blow this pop stand?"

Steve frons. "No. Still got Upside Down goobies in my guts, 'parently."

Robin sighs. "They said a few more days. Make sure the infection is clear and there's no suspicious side effects."

"yeah. That's what I said, Robin."

Dustin grins, then settles down beside Robin, across from Eddie. He hasn't said anything since Dustin walked in, but was playing with the sleeve of Steve's hospital gown and tracing patterns on his arm. He looks up at Dustin, and offers a small smile.

It's a bit weird, how close he's stuck by Steve this whole time, but Dustin guesses they probably bonded when they got sucked through the watergate, and that Steve saving his life really endeared him to Eddie. He hopes they can be actual, real friends once things settle. Given how much Eddie is at Steve's bedside, he thinks they're well on their way to it.

They all chat for a while, Steve sometimes getting off topic and dreamy, but looking happy even when he isn't quite following what they're all saying. Dustin is pretty sure Steve doesn't have his hearing aids in on top of the drugs, so he isn't really surprised.

His mom eventually bustles into the room, and fusses over Steve. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Let me know if we can do anything, I mean anything, to help, okay? I'm sorry I cant visit for longer today, but what with everything happening like this, I -"

"isss okay, Mrs. H...Ma." Steve corrects himself immediately, smiling. Dustin's insides always get a bit squiggly when Steve calls his Ma, Ma. Like they're actual brothers, and she's their mom, and no one could ever argue they're not family for real. What makes it better that it was Ma who insisted Steve call her that since January of '85, as though she knew just how much both Dustin and Steve needed each other like that.

"I'll be by tomorrow, okay, dear? Robin, you and Eddie are alright for tonight? I'll stay tomorrow but today I re-"

"it's fine! Seriously, Mrs. H. Don't worry about us. My parents will force me home tomorrow anyways, but tonight we're good." Robin grips at Steve's ankle, grounding herself. Dustin doesn't think there's been a day when she hasn't been in Steve's room. Doubts if the places were reversed Steve wouldn't have to be dragged out to shower and change clothes. They're so weird, but Dustin is glad Steve has someone older that loves him like Robin does. It makes it easier to not be able to spend all day with him like he wants to.

"okay. Alright." She leans forward and kisses Steve's forehead a few times, brushes some stray hairs out of his face, just like she does when Dustin is sick in bed. "You take care Steve, sweetheart, and make sure you let Robin and Eddie take care of you too." She turns to Dustin. "I'll give you a few minutes to say goodbye and then meet me down at the car, okay?"

Dustin nods, and his mom is out the door. He sighs. "Well. I guess I'd better head out." He gives Steve a hug, a bit awkward from Steve lying down, but it's fine, Steve wraps his arms around Dustin and tries to give him his normal double squeeze, but it's more of a press with his hands than anything. Dustin'll take it. "I'm glad you're getting better Steve. Glad we're all safe."

Steve's smile is soft, gooey in a way that he usually tries to hide. "Glad you're safe, too, man. Love you." Something in his smile sharpens, then. "Unlike some people in this room you actually...listened? When I told you not to be a hero. And didn't nearly almost die."

Eddie groans, dramatic. It seems like a game they're playing with each other more than anything, but it's a game Dustin doesn't know the parameters of, and it's jarring. "C'mon, Steve. I said I was sorry! I wasn't going to let Dustin get hurt."

Steve glares at Eddie, which would be more intimidating if he wasn't scrutching up his nose or propped up by pillows freshly fluffed by one Claudia Henderson. "Which is the reason why you're allowed in here even though you almost died. Dustin is safe, and that's good. But I'd've been so fuckin pissed if you died."

Robin snorts, pats Steve's hand. "Oh, buddy. You'd have been inconsolable."

"yeah. Exactly. it would have fucking sucked, Eddie. So. I'm still mad at you, even though I love you. Probably because I love you."

Which is. Not what Dustin was expecting. Sure, Steve was pretty open about his love. Especially after Starcourt, when he finally seemed to settle into something Dustin thinks of as comfortable with who he is. (Which is, actually, a big softie with a bit of a bitchy mouth) He's told Dustin he loves him before, and he's pretty sure he's told Max too. Steve says he loves Robin all the time, just not romantically even if Dustin doesn't think that's entirely true, but.

This feels different.

It is different, given the way Eddie squeaks a bit and sways towards Steve. "Steve..." He breathes, his eyes big and wet and wide. He swallows. "Steve. Dustin doesn't. He's still here, i--"

Steve's brow furrows. "Yeah? So? Did you not want...oh." something in the blankness that drops over Steve is scary, especially in comparison to how Steve's been open and lax the entire time Dustin's been in the room.

Steve turns his head slightly towards Eddie, ten slightly away, like he doesn't know if he wants to look at him or not. Dustin shuffles his feet, not quite sure what's going on, feeling awkward and wrongfooted. Robin stands, puts her hand on Dustin's shoulder, tries to turn him away and out the door, but Dustin isn't leaving when Steve's face is all stiff and blank like it is.

"steve--" Eddie sounds wrung out, wrecked. What the hell is going on?

Steve sniffs ever so slightly, interrupting Eddie. "You don't have to say it. You don't even have to-uh. To feel it, right now. That's okay. I've done that before. I can wait." Dustin sees a muscle twitch in his jaw. "But if you- if you don't think you can, I need to know now, actually. Because now Dustin knows but he's my brother so that's good and fine but if you don't want to--if you don't think this is gonna, like, be a long-term, tell people important to us kind of thing; if you're realizing that it's been long enough that you should feel that--that way about me but you don't, then I need to know because I don't want you lying about how you feel. I can't do that again. When you say it back I want to be sure you mean-"

"I love you too, Steve! Jesus fuck." Eddie blurts, apparently having had enough of. Well. Everything Steve was saying.

It's dawning on Dustin that maybe when Steve and Eddie said they knew each other they didn't just mean from highschool. That they. Well. Obviously they love each other. Which is....something to consider later because Steve looks like he's about to cry. Because Woah, Dustin has misread a lot between the two of them if they're...like this.

"yeah? You're sure?" He says, wobbly now he isn't rambling.

Eddie's squished himself more into Steve's space. "yes, yeah, of course Steve. Fuck. You met Wayne! I want you in my life, for a long, long time. I don't- I didn't do anything to make you think I didn't, did I?" His voice is a little rough, and little pleading.

Steve shakes his head, grips Eddie's hand in his m, even as Eddie uses it to support himself over top Steve. "No. I just. I know it freaks people out, is all, and I don't want you to freak out, or leave, or think you had to because we've been dating for a few months and I want to say it. It just came out because it's true."

Eddie laughs, leans in reeealy close to Steve. "Honey. It came out because you're high and morphene."

Steve grumbles a bit, but he's smiling too, and knocks their foreheads together. "Yeah. And also because it's true. I love you."

Eddie's eyelids flutter, Dustin can see, as he grins. "And I love you." He says, before closing the distance and kissing Steve squarely on the mouth.

Robin clears her throat. "As...heartwarming and sappy you two are. Dustin has to leave, and probably...has some questions? That he's not going to be a dick about?" She says this as she grips his shoulder tightly, in a way that is definitely a threat.

Dustin nods furiously. Eddie sighs but pushes away from Steve, not before pecking him again, drawing that dopey smile back into Steve's face. "Yeah." He says. "I'll walk you out Henderson."

Dustin waves goodbye to Steve, who seems cheery once again, wiggling his fingers are Dustin and Eddie, before walking out the door behind Eddie.

"so. How long have...has that been a thing?" He asks, as soon as they clear the doorframe.

Eddie huffs, but seems good natured about it. "Few months. December."

"okay." Says Dustin. "Uh. I didn't. I didn't know you...or Steve, I guess...I didn't know you guys were-" he lowers his voice, despite the hallway being surprisingly empty. "Gay."

There's something steely in Eddie's eye when he answers. "We're not. Well-we are, but we both also like women."

Something doesn't sit right about that with Dustin. "But! You just said-"

Eddie holds his hands up, and Dustin shuts his mouth on instinct. "You can like both while just dating one person, Dustin. Just because you like women doesn't mean you're going around with girls who aren't Suzie, right?" He nods. He adores Suzie, can't really imagine looking at any other girl like that because she's just. Amazing. She's his girlfriend and they love each other, and just because girls are pretty great doesn't mean Dustin wants anything other than friendship wi--oh. He sees where Eddie is going.

"right. Yeah. Sorry."

Eddie shrugs. "Steve kinda dropped a bomb in both of us, today"

""isn't it weird though?"

"well...girls and guys are different"

"they are indeed."

"so, if you like girls, why do you like...boys...too?"

"why do you like girls and not boys, Dustin?"

Which is hard to answer because, well. Dustin's never really thought about why he likes girls. He just does. And maybe that's what Eddie means. There's no reason, really. People just...like what they like.

Or there are reasons, because girls are pretty and often smell nice and Suzie looks like a mad scientist when her ponytail gets a little loose after hours of working on a project, her eyes glinting behind her glasses as she giggles and bites her lip, just a little. But that's mostly Suzie. So. He can't really put a finger on why he's only ever had crushes on girls, or why before last summer they've never been as much or as consuming as his love for Suzie. Never been anything like the long days spent together at camp building and creating and blasting ideas off each other, before one day Suzie took his hand and they ended up sneaking away to look at the stars, trying to outdo each other's knowledge about them and slowly being pulled into the other's orbit like binary stars. He's never really wanted to kiss anyone like he wants to kiss Suzie, not even when he had a brief and fleeting crush on Max.

"oh." Is what he says, and feels pretty lame for it.

Eddie shrugs. "You can't really choose who you like." He says before breathing in. "But you do choose who you love, and how you love them."

And. Well. Dustin thinks of his Ma sweeping Steve up into family dinners every other week, and how the party absorbed Max into it as easy as anything, and holding Suzie's hand as they looked up at the stars in dew covered grass feeling like the world starts and ends there, and of Steve and Robin cackling together and having seemingly no personal space or boundaries between them. And of Steve and Eddie, saying I love you for the first time in a hospital room after saving the world.

"That's pretty good." Dustin says, and Eddie smirks at him.

"yeah. Steve said it to me, way back on our second date."

Dustin scoffs. Because he should have known; it's so typically Steve to say something like that. "And you were surprised when he said he loves you?"

Eddie's eyes twinkle in the florescent lights of the hospital. "Nah. Just... it's different being pretty sure, and knowing for sure. I also didn't want him saying something in front of you he'd regret."

He nods. "That's fair. I...don't know how I would've taken it if Steve weren't in the hospital, honestly. Like!" He tries to reassure Eddie "I would have gotten over it, for sure! But if had had sat me ore the party down and talked it out I might've been, like, y'know. Super weird about it. Because. I mean. This talk is good, right? I'm think about things and thinking about how I've only ever really wanted to kiss Suzie, even if I thought about maybe abstractly kissing other people. And how we as humans have all these quirks that let us be human, but different, which enable us as a species to thrive." He heaves a breath. "But. Seeing Steve all loopy and saying it, and then being worried you felt pressure about it, I dunno. It makes sense, I guess. I don't know how you two met or got to know each other, but. I guess it makes sense, how you like each other. And talking to you now. It's helped, I think."

Everything is a bit scrambled in Dustin's brain, the love and the confusion and the worry, because it's setting in that in Hawkins, something like this, for Steve and Eddie, is dangerous. Something that could get them hurt or killed, scorned by the town they've helped save.

His mother always grumbles agrily when ads about how the virus going around is God's punishment for sinners, or how it's cleaning up the streets of unwanted people gays and addicts. She huffs, swears. Says that just because bigots don't consider the people getting sick as wanted or valuable, doesn't mean no one does. That no one deserves to get sick for things they cannot control, or for things they can. A smoker is more likely to get lung cancer, but that doesn't mean they deserve it more than someone who's never seen a cigarette.

Their families will mourn them the same.

They reach the main doors, and Dustin sees his mom has pulled into a pick up lane, blinkers on. He turns to Eddie, and burries his face in his neck.

Eddie takes it in stride, parting his back and giving him a bit of a squeeze. It's not as good a hug as Steve gives, but that bar is only really surpassed by his mom, so it's still a good hug.

"please be careful, Eddie."

"ah," says Eddie, and he pulls back slightly. "We are, man. You're close to both of us and didn't suspect. We know what we're doing."

Dustin raised his eyebrows. Now that he has context, a lot of interactions between Steve and Eddie in the wake of getting them out of the Upside Down seem a lot less friendly.

Eddie chuckles. "Seriously. We are. It was just hard during everything, and, well, we both feel safe around you guys. I think Steve's been gearing up to ask me if we can tell all of you sheepies soon."

"yeah?"

"yeah, bud. Don't worry about us."

"Considering you just got released and Steve is still in the hospital, I think a little worrying over you jackasses is justified."

Eddie smirks. "Fine. A normal and reasonable amount of worrying, then. But no more than that. Now, git! Your ma's waiting on you."

Dustin smiles, "yeah, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

"yep. You know where to find me."

He waves again as he hopes into the front seat, and buckles his seatbelt before Ma can ask him to. He smiles at her, and feels oddly...grounded. a mystery has been solved, even if Dustin doesn't have all the pieces, he still has the big picture.

"everything alright, Dusty? Nothing wrong with Steve, is there?" She asks, even as she changes out of park.

"yeah, yeah. Just accidentally stumbled over something saying goodbye, and was worried about them. But everything is fine. Robin and Eddie have Steve handled."

They turn out of the hospital parking lot, heading for home. Ma smiles. It's softer, more indulgent than usual. "Yes. They're good for each other, I think. Compliment one another nicely."

Dustin doesn't bother asking which set she's talking about, thinks maybe they both know.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steddie #steve and dustin #steve and the party #stobin #only barely there but know they are not normal about each other please #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #uh. this kinda ballooned. in the next few days ill maybe edit it a bit and add a proper beginning to it then post it to ao3 #it was supposed to just be a silly little thing i wrote in a hammock now look at it #coming out #love #hospitals #pain medication #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #fics #uh. please let me know what you think. #aids crisis #claudia henderson #suzie was his camp best friend but everything at summer camp is cranked up to twelve so he falls faster for her than he normally would #duzie #also also this is part of my steve calls claudia ma agenda

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a lil meanmechanic!ellie and snobbybitch!reader hc list bc i’m clinically ill and my dark thoughts always win i was gonna write a lil fic but i got tired lol long day 

but hopefully thisll suffice for now😚idk how many imma make for them but the sex gon go crazy

wc;cw: 930 real short n sweet, slutty rude annoying rich!oc, i’m not kidding she’s a bad person, more monologues when will it end, oc is horny and a top letting y’all know rn, imma make this toxic🤭

your shiny brand new pink bentley just stopped working! what the fuck! 

after your dad gifted you your third new car, he instructed you to pull up to the swarovski store and pick up your sparkly limited edition lavender tinted lux chrono watch…. and this happens!

how the fuck were you going to get your new watch without transportation?!

you pulled your phone outta your chanel bag and googled car stopped help…

call a tow truck?!

don’t people just buy new cars when they stop working?! 

you dialed the first number suggested online 

“YELLO!” a friendly gruff voice came through the phone

“ummm, hi, my car stopped working— “

“okay, great! where’s your car located?”

“it’s uh.. near this mall complex.” 

“…okay. i mean…. i mean what’s the address?”

…. you don’t fucking know, you’re stranded!

after spending the next ten minutes asking strangers where the hell you were, you irritatingly whined the address to the man on the phone

why does nothing go your way?!

“okay great! we’ll be there in about an hour to get it!” 

an hour?!

but your swarovski watch—!

“hello?” 

“…yeah, whatever.” you said, hanging up.

this is fucking stupid!

after an hour of angrily pouting in your front seat, you saw a red truck pull up behind you in your rearview 

fucking finally!

you got out your new baby and saw—

oh, fuck

oh fuck!

WEEEEEEWOOOOOOWWEEEEEE—

your brain was sending off red alarms!

behind the man, there was a girl in overalls and a wife-beater, dirty sneakers(yuck!), and a bandana on to keep her sweaty hair outta her face

and your mood immediately got better! 

she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy—

“um, hi! ‘m joel! you called for a tow?” 

oh yeah

“y-yup! that’s me! my cars over there,” you pointed in some random direction as you stared at the girl 

“….okay, uh, we’ll get that loaded and we’ll head over to the repair shop!”

“uh huh,” you were so dazed as you watched her biceps ripple as she got some paperwork outta the car 

“….right!” and he walked away

she’s coming over oh god she’s coming over!

“hey. this your car?”

“mhm!” 

you looked at her name tag 

ellie

hm…wanna fuck?—

“cool. just need you to sign here. we’ll do the diagnosis when we get to the shop—“

you didn’t even care about what the fuck she was saying

you wanna eat her out so bad and buy her whatever she wants 

you work so hard, baby, lemme take the stress away! 

“…are you gonna sign…or?”

you were too busy looking at her freckled face and scarred eyebrows to notice she was holding a clipboard out to you 

how about you sign these damn wedding papers! 

“sorry!”

“it’s cool…yeah, just sign at the bottom.” 

she pointed at the dotted line with her calloused finger and you almost sucked it into your mouth! 

turn her out turn her out!

she finally met your eyes 

you wanted her clit in your mouth—!

“um… you can hop in the truck and we’ll head over, it’s like.. 20 minutes—“

“great! let’s go!”

ride my face!

when you arrived at the dealership, you got…. uncomfortable. 

why was it so loud and… grungy looking?

the nice man that answered the phone—joel— guided you into the garage and ushered you to sit on…. dirty chairs and you wanted god to strike you down now

“we’re gonna take a look at your car! it’s in pretty good condition so it shouldn’t be long!” joel screamed at you from the garage exit

you sat and nodded and 

you looked so outta place in here 

pastel colors, shimmery necklace and bracelets, heels!

you stood out like a sore thumb!

rusted, eggshell walls, dimly lit, dusty floor

you wanna leave so bad what the fuck—

“hey!” 

sike you wanna stay ellie’s so fucking fine—

“your car battery’s connection is loose, we’re gonna replace it—“

“today's my birthday!”

you were biting your lip and looking at her with glossy lust filled eyes and you wanted your head between her thighs—

“….’scuse me?”

“it’s my birthday!”

“happy….. happy birthday?” 

“thank you!” now lemme give you head—

“uh huh….. so, the replacement battery is gonna be $60, i can ring you up right now so you're not waiting when your car’s charged.”

you followed her to the desk and….

her fucking back and her shoulders and her ass—

her back her back! you wanna scratch it and make her scream!—

“cash or card?”

“card. my black card!” she needa know you’ll buy her everything—

“….right. go ‘head and swipe.”

you wanna swipe your tongue on her pussy!

but you swiped your card 

and you also reached in your chanel and grabbed a couple hundreds out

“here you go! for your troubles!” 

“what.”

“you fixed my baby! you should get a huge tip! like a really…. really fat one!

lemme give you this tip!

she must’ve noticed your tone, nastily sweet like honey, because her eyes widened before she let out a shocked scoff

you have her you have her—

“are you kidding me right now?” 

what. 

“hm?”

“i’m askin’ if you’re fucking serious? we don’t accept charity.” and she got up

and she looked mad

what the hell?

“w-what! no, it’s not like that— “

“yeah, whatever, your car will be ready in 20. you can take your money and get the hell out.” 

and she stormed off with a slam of the back door. 

…..

oh my god?

…

you want her even more now! 

#ellie williams blurb #ellie x fem reader #richsnob!oc #ellie williams smut #lesbian #ellie williams #mechanic!ellie ˚. ᵎᵎ

[dilfhos]

*busts down your door* OKAY LISTEN HERE. I DONT SIMP FOR TOJI BUT I WANT YOU TO HAVE FUN AND CREATE CHAOS SO THIRSTY ASK: TOJI HUMILIATING READER CAUSE SHE WANTS TO RIDE THAT DICK SO BAD BUT HE WONT LET HER 😭😭😭😭

for meeeeeee? :O

WHO: TOJI FUSHIGURO x FEM!READER

+degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, overstim, use of bitch (half affectionate or not idc >:)), brat-taming.

MINORS + ageless blogs DNI.

You think it’s over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning…

“No,” Toji suppresses the urge to grin at the sight of your reactions, his hands only coming up to brush away the ones gripped on his shirt. “Not in the mood t’night.”

You sit back, palms spread across the expanse of his chest as you peer up at him. He offers a scowl in return before his hips are bucking, a signal for you to get off. Flopping beside him in defeat, you glare at the magazine he deemed more important than what you were offering. Baiting. And needing.

“Why’re you being like this?” He sighs emphatically as if your very presence in the shared bedroom was a complete hindrance to the mundane task of reading at ten in the evening.

“Why’re you actin’ like you call the shots? It’s a turn-off y’know?” He sneers.

“You’re a turn-off,” You mumble half-heartedly. He’s intentionally silent.

Toji’s left you unsatisfied for weeks, his grumbles of work becoming redundantly annoying. It only drives the desperation and lowers your dignity as you find yourself overwhelmed with need for just an inkling of his attention.

To him, it was one of many games he enjoyed playing in way of fucking with your head. Oh, how you looked with dumbstruck eyes as he brushed you off as any other woman and not his lover, The gears in your head turning as you tried desperately to force your way back into his arms. His curt responses and blatant rejection only fueled you to push harder. He enjoyed shoving you to the brink of crumbling, only for him to grip all your pieces back together.

Your brazen shows were adorably tempting but not enough for him to loosen his resolve. (Not yet.)

Like now, as you’ve deliberately flexed your body toward your nightstand to retrieve your water. The shirt—his shirt—rises up over your hips to expose the cheeky thong embedded between your ass and Toji’s eyes move to the back of your head until you turn around, an incredulous expression on his face.

“Desperate huh,”

“I don’t know what you mean,” You shrug, eyes darting away. “‘M not gonna force you to be intimate, I’ll just find someone else to occupy my time. Maybe G-”

“Look at you, fuckin’ slut.” He places his reading material on the nightstand as he stands. “You’re pouting and baiting after I said no to touching your little cunt. Why don’t you go fuck yourself, hm?” There’s an amused lilt to his words as his brow twitches implicitly.

You frown, thighs flexing at his cruel, harsh tone, completely unfazed. Why would you waste time with your toys when you could have the real thing in all its thick, heavy glory?

Toji was absolute in his decisions up until now, never looking your way all week in your skimp sets and not bothering to say anything to your advances. But when you tried to act innocent or even worse, play on his emotions, it made him wanna see you cry.

Literally.

It’s why his grip is so bruising and his body is hard stone as he looms over your trembling body, ecstatic at the fat tears rolling down your swollen cheeks.

“It’s t’much!”

“Too much she says,” He chuckles, a maniacal grin on his face. He merely shoves your punily fumbling hands aside, attacking your swollen clit with his calloused thumb. “No, I think this is exactly enough. For needy little bitches like you?”

Your hips rear off the bed electrified, tears falling as you slap at his wrists in desperation.

“Won’t do it again! T’much….TOJI!”

“Mhm, lemme hear you again slut,” His hand strikes firmly against your tits, the sting sending your body squirming. His fingers are merciless as they pinch and pull at your taut nipples, his grin only widening when he feels you coming undone.

Your essence flows like a flood, drenching his arm and sheets in downpour. He’s still going, arm flexing with finesse as his fingers rub against your ridges, that abused spot inside you making more tears fall.

“Please, no more! N’more!” Your cunt squelches as it weeps around his digits, your frantic whines falling on uncaring ears. Your legs splay instinctively in an attempt to kick him off but he’s shoving them away, crawling over you with his weight.

“Stop moving. You asked for this,” He grumbles, pinning your wrist under his large palm. His others is shoving your sticky thighs apart again, exposing your sloppy cunt to the cool air. You’re too stunned to realize the fat head of his cock slickening your folds until he’s shoving himself in, grip tightening on your wrists when you buck off the bed. His hand smushes your damp cheeks together, drinking in your disheveled state as his stroke begin, punishable.

“Oh baby, look at me now. Talk for me like you were doing earlier,” he cooed wickedly, your blubbering incoherent.

“‘M sorry, please!” You’re not sure whether you’re begging him to stop or ravage you more, you’re only stuck on the overbearing pressure building in your tummy again. His cock is fat and heavy as it drags through your slobbering cunt, the paps of skin deafening over your whines.

“Keep crying, just gonna make me fuck ya’ harder, heh.” He releases you, hands palming your thighs flush against the mattress as he thrusts into you. The bed rattles on its legs as you cry his name, the noises around him synonymous to his own growls.

“Take it. Take daddy’s fat dick baby, I wanna see you cryin’” You’re clinging to his wrists, your whining incoherent as your vision doubles with tears. There’s a blurry Toji above you, grinning down like a fucked god at its prize, watching as you cry and squirm in his grip. It isn’t until his hand comes up to snake around your jaw when you’re mumbling promises that you’ll be good from now on. That you’ll love him forever no matter how mean he is! That no one ever compares to Toji! Not even him!

“‘M cumming! T-Toji!” It isn’t until his hand delivers a quick succession of pats against your wet cheek does your cunt clamp him in like a vice. He grunts as you grab him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, your heels digging into the small of his back as you tug him close. His nut jets into you, Toji’s hips shallowly grinding against your ass. He stills momentarily, face nuzzling the side of your damp neck before he rises.

You think its over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning. A fucked-out mess, sighing blissfully as you prepare to move. In one lithe motion however, he has you by your ankle as you’re now on your stomach, face smushed into the mattress by his palm.

“Now tell me again about Gojo.”

DILFOS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY CONTENT—CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

#toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #toji x you #toji x y/n #hopefully this will HMM IDK #PROMPT YALL TO ATART SENDING ME SHIT #🫡 #LYN I LOVE UR DIRTY LITTLE MIND HEHE #[ output—☆ ] #tw degradation #tw dacryphilia

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nsfw hehe

but truly. on your knees waiting for gator to get home. waiting for him to take out his frustration of the day on you. shrugging off his jacket and beckoning you towards him. “c’mere.” makes you awkwardly shuffle towards him on your sore knees. he takes a fistful of your hair and guides his cock down your throat in a single motion, like he’s done it a thousand times before. groans long and hard, throwing his head back. “fuck, that’s a good throat. gonna let me cum in it? huh?”

he’ll fuck you on the floor, too. he can’t find the capacity to care after the day he’s had. sliding harsh into your wet cunt, slapping a big hand over your messy mouth when you cry out. “shhh. can’t let p-people know the sheriff’s fuckin’ murderin’ this pussy.” practically growling in your ear and sucking dark hickeys into your skin. pleased that everyone’ll know who does this to you when he takes you out. his chest rubbing against your back, fuzzy balls hitting your clit, the only stimulation he gives you.

but he’ll finally throw you onto your back, too, pushing his cock right back in where it was, laughing at the perfect fit. pinching and pulling at your tits, slapping them to see the red bloom on them. licking your cheeks when you cry from how good it is. his pants burning the backs of your thighs til he finally stills, cock and balls pulsing as he fills you up. he strikes over your clit lazily, his cock softening inside of you. “come on, know you want to. lemme feel you squeeze my cock.”

pulls out after you cum, leaving you a mess under him. “what’s for dinner?”

ykwim. -han stevenose

HAN!!!!!! WTF WTF

MY BRAIN WENT INTO OVERDRIVE

Sheriff 🪦 our 🐱? YES

GOOD-FUCKING-BYE!

~*~

He’d let you serve the dinner, make you cook if you’ve not already done so. But he’s fascinated by the marks he’s left, by his spend still inside of you. So when you start to put back on your clothing, he tells you to strip down to everything but your panties. And he watches you move around the kitchen, feet on the hardwood, finding his gazes as his seed soaks your cotton underwear, a noticeable patch underneath dining room lighting. He can’t take it, his fork clattering against his plate.

He’s already hard… again.

“Come here, darlin’.”

You oblige, watching in wonder as he opens his pants enough to free his fat cock, still covered in your creamy essence. He licks his lips and holds it, running his fingers through the bush at the base, all slicked back because of you and your mess. “Look at this mess. See what you did to me? Pull your panties down.”

You know where this is going, or… you think that you do.

The sopping wet crotch sticks to your cunt, stringing as you tug the ruined fabric off and let it pool at your ankles. He groans, hazel irises obliterated to a midnight black. He’s literally dripping out of you.

“Open yourself up. Wanna see you.”

You nod, heart rate accelerating, your thighs parting as you separate your still-sensitive folds, glistening with new slick and combined essences. He strokes his cock a few times and tilts his head back, his gold chain glistening beneath his black button down (that he’d undone after work, before making it home to you). “That’s my filthy girl. You gonna have a seat?” He looks down in his lap, his massive girth already red and painfully hard.

Your eyes widen at the implication. You expected him to have you fully naked for dinner, maybe touch yourself, but this? An intimacy stirs at your belly, slapping an ache between your legs, feet carrying you to him before your mind can comprehend. He spreads his legs, hair peeking out of his dirty jeans, that he’s gotten wrapped around his waist.

“Gator,” you whisper as you clamp your palms onto his shoulders, straddling him, his cock kicking up as your heat nears.

He’s damn near gone, but firm-set, and awaiting your answer. “Mhm? I’m leaking back outta you, darlin’. Can’t have that, now can we?”

“I don’t think I can. Gonna be too sore —“

His free hand finds the plush of your waistline. “Have I ever not made it up to you, sweet girl?” He pulls you down with a sudden yank, mouth by your ear, fresh stubble caressing the shell. “You forgetting where my tongue was buried last night? Hmm? Greedy little cunt just sucked it right in, spilled all over my fuckin’ mouth, didn’t it?”

You’re whimpering, nodding, sighing as he hovers at your entrance, teasing with the thick head, pushing. He pulls you back by your neck’s nape. “Yeah? Use your manners and words, sweetheart. Let me know.”

You nod and he’s sinking into you, cream spilling out around where you’re joined, soaking the seam of his jeans, making an audible and embarrassing noise. He groans into it, rubbing your back. You expect him to start moving, but he doesn’t, and that’s when you do start to cry out, eyes filling with tears. You’re so fucking full.

“Shh, hush up. Let me eat my dinner and then we’ll go upstairs and I’ll take care of you. Just keep quiet and sit still for me. You gonna do that?”

You struggle with your answer, but he catches it with a smirk, picking his silverware back up and cutting into his steak, trying to keep himself together as the warmth of the food settles in his belly, and your tight, drenched walls suck him deep inside. You lay your head over his back and he keeps one hand around your waist, marveling at how tender and juicy your cooking is. The words holding more meaning than one…

#asks #stevenose #we literally just collaborated 😭 #gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman smut #gator tillman blurb #gator tillman drabble #gator tillman fic #gator tillman fanfic #gator tillman fanfiction #kristenwrites #hanalsowrites hehehehe #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x female reader #fargo #gator tillman x y/n

[aalissy]

What If

Andd day 16 is done now :). Another short lil post-relationship, pre-reveal Adrienette chapter. I hope you like it <3. Lemme know what you think!

AO3

“What do you think would have happened if we never found each other?” Adrien murmured softly. They were at her computer, playing Ultimate Mecha Strike for what had to be close to the millionth time.

“Ha! Impossible!” Marinette waved off his comment. The idea of her having never met Adrien was too crazy to think about. She had always been destined to meet him.

He paused the game and she turned to look at him, blinking in slight surprise.

“I’m serious. What if we had never met?”

She shook her head, her pigtails swaying as she did so. “And I’m telling you that it’s an impossible question. I was always going to meet you.”

“Come on, Marinette.” Adrien chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “What if we had been in different classes or different schools?”

Marinette frowned slightly, taking a moment to think. The first scenario seemed very unlikely for them to have never met but the second... the second seemed quite a bit more likely.

Slowly, she began to word her thoughts, “I think I still would have met you quite easily even if we had been in different classes. After all, I know both Marc, Aurore, and Zoé and they’re in different classes.” Adrien tilted his head in agreement with her point. “Different schools might be a bit trickier but we had that field trip to New York once so I’m sure eventually we’d have had a trip together or something that connected our two schools.”

Marinette beamed over at him after finishing that last sentence. After all, the thought of having never met Adrien just seemed inconceivable. Besides, she was Ladybug, so she’d certainly have to save him at one point or another. But, she couldn’t exactly just say that. As much as she may want to.

“Alright, fair enough.” Adrien chuckled, leaning back in her chair as he popped one of the macaroons her parents brought up for them in his mouth. “But what if my father had never allowed me to go to school at all? How would we have met then?”

She hummed lightly, nibbling on her lip in thought once again. This was also a fair bit trickier. But then, she snapped her fingers. “Fashion!” Marinette practically shouted.

“What?” he asked, his brow creasing with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she dragged out. “I’m destined to be a fashion designer and you would be a model working for Gabriel Agreste. Our first meeting would be legendary!” She sent him a goofy grin.

“Ahh, but you’re forgetting. I’m not a model anymore,” he teased.

“Adrien, sweetheart, I love you.” Marinette reached over, placing her hand over his, practically melting into a big puddle when his eyes softened at the touch. “But if, in this alternate universe, your father was keeping you from school, then I’m certain he’d force you to continue modeling forever.”

Adrien opened his mouth, surely about to say something before he closed it with a quiet, dumbfounded laugh. “You know what, I think you’re right. I was only able to stand up to my father in the first place because of you.”

She squeezed his hand, trying to bring the smile back to his face. “Not to worry, of course, once we met, I would swoop in and save you from your modeling career. Maybe I’d get you a job at the bakery or something.” Marinette giggled.

Adrien grinned, a warmth spreading through him at Marinette's words. "A job at the bakery, huh? I could get used to that."

Marinette laughed, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Just imagine, you in an apron, covered in flour, trying to bake pastries."

"I think I'd make a mess of it," Adrien admitted with a chuckle. "But if it's with you, I'd give it a try."

They sat there, enjoying each other's company, the game paused forgotten on the screen. It was moments like these, simple and sweet, that made them cherish their relationship even more.

"Hey, Marinette," Adrien said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah?" Marinette turned to him, her gaze filled with curiosity.

"I'm glad we found each other," he said, his voice sincere. "No matter how crazy the 'what ifs' are, I'm just happy we're here, together."

Marinette's heart fluttered at his words, a smile spreading across her face. "Me too, Adrien. Me too."

He leaned over, pecking a kiss against her lips that had her smiling into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him down to her as she deepened their kiss.

They shared this sweet moment of kisses, just relishing in the warmth of their connection. They knew that no matter the twists and turns life might have taken, they were meant to be together, playing video games, baking pastries, and facing whatever challenges came their way, side by side.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #adrienette #adrinette #ml fic #adrinetteapril2024 #adrienetteapril2024 #adrinetteapril #adrienetteapril #love square #pre reveal #post relationship #post relationship pre reveal

[streaminn]

My brain is bored and my mind is thinking

Say, we all know that Wednesday is lowkey spoilt right? She always expected things to go her way, you can see it in the way she barges into Weems office or how lil care she has whenever she shoves orders at the sheriff's face

So imagine what happens when someone ghosts her

It'd strike her pride because well, Wednesday is the best and she knows this. There would be no reason for why someone wouldn't listen to her nor would there be a reason for someone to... Ignore her like this either

Now that we got that, lemme set the scene

They're adults, no supernatural, just a completely modern au

Enid is an accountant. It's boring, not at all what she expects from when she was younger but all she has to do is calculate money and it's monotonous enough that she can go through days absolutely no thoughts head empty

It's not the future she wants but it's the future she got

Yoko, her lovely coworker notices how not so firey her seatmate is and offers a new chat app because nothing is as fun as deciding to troll random people

Enid squints at the name. "are you seriously telling me to E date right now?"

"pshhhh, ofcourse not!" yoko says unconvincingly. "just get on and play around with some people, maybe talking to someone other than boss and me could liven you up :D"

Enid stares, wondering how tf did yoko do that before sighing and downloading the app. "if I get doxxed, you're helping me move to a new house."

Yoko waves a hand before twirling back to her cubicle. "thank me if you find a sugar daddy!"

Enid flushes. "you know I don't swing that way!"

Yoko laughs.

The blond grumbles before tapping at the recently downloaded app. It's literally like tinder and Enid knows that this is a dating app trying to hide as something else

So in payback, Enid starting basing her profile of yoko. She wasn't petty enough to snap a Pic of her best friend so she went to Google and kind of try harded in making her profile look like an emo girl's aesthetic board

Huh, maybe yoko has a point, this is pretty fun

Oh for the days where Enid could make things, maybe she should pick up crocheting again. Tempting, she'll do that when she gets home

As soon as she was done, Enid began randomly swiping right with absolutely no care at all.

Enid still places her name as enid because.. Why not. By the time she finished her bio, she got too lazy to create a new name so actual name it is!

It takes a bit because apparently no one in this app likes edgy girls who enjoy dark walks, cadaver dogs and wine so dark red it looks like blood. Enid only liked one thing in that list and she wonders how did she become friends with someone with such concerning interests.

Honestly, now that Enid is think about it, her profile kind of sounds like a serial killer's. If they were dumb and was way too open about their interest, so it was no wonder no one was swiping on her

But as she was about to put the phone down and have some faith in people's taste in women, a match was made

Okay, concerning

Time to have some fun.

Immediately, Enid knew this must be some satire account because really? Wednesday A? Very interesting because she too didn't have pictures of herself, instead it was pretty good shots of a Gothic looking house, a lion?? A graveyard and a typewriter

Clearly they were trying to be all Dracula up in this place.

In the bio, it simply said

> author

Enid nods, she can respect sticking to the bit. She lowkey expected a historian but vampires being authors felt fitting aswell

Well, no time like the present! Why not do some classic rp for the shits and giggles

So they start talking

Wednesday types like she doesn't know how to use simply words and well, Enid would've loved to reciprocate because damn the amount of immersion is impressive but after the fifth typo, Enid gave up

And oh, she's a woman

Enid kind of expected a dude to be trolling but when she went "hello good sir, what are you doing this fine day?"

She kind of chokes on her water when Wednesday replies with a "Its ma'am and the day is going quite horridly, the weather where I am at has the temper and I can not wait to experience it first hand."

Who in the nine hells says horridly??

But hey, Wednesday is rping a vampire, Enid can't be all pissy when she's good at it

So they text and they text for days. Maybe it's been a month and Wednesday is just as weird as always, no breaking of character at all and Enid can respect the dedication. Call it escapism but enid has fun acting like she totally would not grimace at the sight of a dead body when Wednesday talked in detail about her novel. From what she's sees, Wednesday sounds like she probably didn't have much friends due to her interests and Enid gets that, so there's no harm in indulging

Until one day, she gets invited out to hang with yoko for the weekend and since she was in such a hurry, she kind of left her phone in her house

Wednesday, old money and living in seclusion, Addams isn't taking that so well. Finally after decades, someone takes her being wholly herself and doesn't seem disgusted. Normally she didn't care, she joined this app simply because her parents insisted for some sort of social interaction outside of family

But enid was different, she didn't try to change the subject, instead she oohs and aaahs at any info Wednesday gives. It's.. Intoxicating when Enid points out how smart she must be to know these type of things. Actually! She wondered more about her family history and didn't sound at all surprised when Wednesday mentions their odd background.

"it's fitting," Enid types. "that you would come from such a strong family, I'm sure they're proud to have someone like you."

It makes a part of Wednesday soar so mayhaps she was going through something when Enid doesn't reply one day.

It goes like this

- Enid - Enid answer me, I know you never go about without your phone - Enid did someone kidnap you? I've gone through channels and none of them match your description - Have I done something wrong? Perhaps a slight that I did not know was a thing? -

"pugsley," Wednesday says, pushing open be door to his room. Her hand is tight on her phone before she slides it over with a tense jaw. "I need you to do find the location of this woman."

Pugsley peers at the screen, raising a brow at the rather nondescript pfp. In bold letters is the username: Enid

the brother agrees and just like that, Enid fate was sealed. The blond was absolutely unaware of what she just got herself into, far too busy spending time with yoko

#Au Thoughts #Wenclair #Or I wanted to type in more dark Wednesday #Wednesday addams #Enid Sinclair

[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Just a Kid Next Door - Chapter 2

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

Masterlist

Here in the link to read the story in ao3.

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The first thing Bruce sees after opening his eyes is a flash of blinding light, followed by a very blurry face. The person had black hair and light eyes and was calling out his name, that too in a very panicked voice.

His first instinct was to become alert. Even in his dizzy state, he tried his best to observe and analyze his surroundings.

It took Bruce a minute to realize that the person in front of him is his son. The person is one of his kids from his brood of children.

But Bruce was not able to figure out which one though. It was maybe due to his very blurry eyesight or his very concussed head, he concluded.

One of his hand reached out to touch his son’s face. He might not be able to see clearly to find which one of his kid is in front of him, but he could definitely find out through touch.

He first touched his kid’s face and then went to feel his shoulder.

‘Mm, Too fair to be Duke, little shorter and eyes too blue to be Jason, too tall to be Damian and too built to be Tim. Oh, it must be Dick.” he finally concluded.

Bruce and Batman are two different people.

Batman is a powerful vigilante. He channels his grief and pain into protecting his city, Gotham. He’s a master of countless disciplines and he strike fear into the heart of criminals to bring them to justice.

But Bruce is first and foremost, a Father. Bruce Wayne, the Gotham’s prince (not a Prince any more though), the billionaire playboy and philanthropist is a Father. His first priority will always be his Family. His family is the most important thing to him, whether biological or chosen.

And in this moment, he was not Batman. He was just Bruce. A Father.

Bruce missed his kids so much. He still don’t know how many days or even months he had actually missed, but he’s more than glad that he is back. He is not going to let any of his kids and Alfred out of his sight for the next few days.

He then heard Dick’s voice, rough, like he’s been crying for quite some time now.

“Shit, B. You woke up. Do you- you want me to call anyone, like – like, shit …um like Clark or someone. Wait B, um…lemme”

‘Huh, he sounds very strange.’ he thought.

Suddenly he feels a hand under his head and sees a thumb and a forefinger opening his eyes wider. He then realized that he’s being checked for concussion.

“Oh, you are definitely concussed.”

“Grn” he groaned.

He reached out and embraced his kid. He don’t want to miss anymore of his time by waiting. He is going to smother all his kids with hugs until they put up a fight with him.

Dick went still for a few seconds. And then he started to weep, his whole body wracked by sobs.

As much he tries to be a good parent, Bruce is never really the one for dealing with emotions in a healthy manner. And he will never forgive himself for passing on that trait to his children, because his children rarely cried to cope up with feelings. Hence Dick’s sudden outburst threw Bruce off guard.

“Oh, I-I missed y-you so much B, please don’t ever leave us ever again. Don’t leave me al-alone, please. Everyone thought you died, Bruce.” His whole body was shaking.

Bruce’s heart ached. Each of his kid’s sob was like a dagger piercing his heart. Bruce never wished for his children to go through the same trauma he did as a kid when his parents died. And yet, here he is.

“But I didn’t be-believe them. I somehow knew you were alive. I-I never stopped searching for you”

Bruce hugged him even harder. He knew his children were smart, but he was doubtful that they would find out the minuscule clues he left and put two and two together.

But he had hoped.

He never lost hope in his family. He knew they would eventually save him.

And he is proud that he wasn’t wrong.

Dick was now quiet, but Bruce can still feel him crying.

“It’s okay chum, don’t worry. I’m here and I’m not going to leave you alone, sweetheart. Never.” said Bruce, his voice sounding foreign to himself.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Hm-mm, I’m going to bore you all with my facts about dinosaurs. You are going to love every minute of it.” He chided.

Dick let out a hearty chuckle. Bruce was glad to have elevated the mood.

They were occupied by comfortable silence for the next few minutes, Bruce lying on the med bay bed with Dick’s head on his chest and his arms embracing the boy. He felt dizzy, and his eyes started to droop due to his tiredness.

“You are my son, Dick. I’m never going to leave you alone. Never.” He murmured, before falling into deep slumber.

What he failed to notice before going to sleep was, Tim going very still, almost still like a rock.

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Rain pounded the streets of Gotham. The flooded sewers and subways forced the residents to walk in the rain, soaking wet. The Bat Signal almost invisible due to the cloudburst.

Gotham is a busy city. Social workers working days to fix the city, young CEOs and entrepreneurs walking hurriedly in the crack of dawn and the elites from the nicer parts of the town attending Galas after Galas to keep up their appearances and earn fortunes.

But the City is extremely busy at nights though. Stealth bodies clad in darker shades of Kevlar and spandex can be seen jumping from building to building, fighting rouges and lurking in the shadows, protecting the city.

But nights like these makes it extremely difficult to do their job. Along with the rain came the criminals.

Gotham is a busy City. Not even the dangerous calamities stopped the rogues in the slightest.

That’s why the Batman and the newest Robin can be seen launching their fists and using their acrobatic skills to fight the Penguin and his men

“You cannot catch me, Batman” Oswald snickered. He used his bladed Umbrella to fight against Batman

The Robin was using his Katana to block the blows while performing various impressive fighting techniques thought by the league to fight the Penguin’s men. They stood no chance against the young warrior.

Batman leaped from rooftop to rooftop while throwing his Batrangs at The Penguin, which he was able to block with his shield like umbrella.

The sound of bullet being fired dominated the swishing sounds of cape and the men’s grunts of pain. Many lost their stance and put down their weapon due to the sudden gunshot. Batman used this distraction to jump on Oswald and knock him down.

From out of the shadows emerged a built figure, clad in dark grey Kevlar, brown leather jacket and a very contrasting red helmet which hid the vigilante's entire face, pointing one of his many guns to the sky. The red Bat symbol on his chest glimmering due to droplets of rain.

“I thought you stopped killing” gruffed Batman.

“Aw, you’re welcome, Goldie. I will save you at any given chance. And, don’t be narcissistic. It’s a rubber bullet. And I did not shoot anyone by the way.” The Red Hood replied, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

“tt, you did nothing Hood.” Robin came and stood next to the Batman after tying up the men for the officers.

“Be grateful, Gremlin”

“tt” Robin tutted, shaking his head.

“What are you doing here anyways, Hood?  I thought Crime alley is your area.” Batman asked, wiping off the blood from his lips.

“Surprise, seems like our cases are connected after all. I had an intel that Penguin and Black mask are working on some shady stuff together”

“Oh” came out of Dick’s mouth.

Their conversation was interrupted by sudden swoosh of wind. This alerted the three to jump into their fighting stance.

“Fucking hell, Superman. You could have warned us it was just you.” Said Red Hood, relaxing.

“Sorry, but I have an important news.” Replied Superman, eyeing the three of them carefully.

“Batman is back. We saved him from time stream. Wonder Woman and Flash managed to bring him back to the Batcave.”

#batfam #dc robin #good parent bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #red robin #young justice #tim drake angst #tim drake needs a hug #hurt tim drake #jason todd is a little shit #good brother damian wayne #dick grayson is a ray of sunshine #alfred pennyworth #cassandra cain #duke thomas #stephanie brown #justice league #jonathan kent #conner kent

[sweetdreamsbuck]

👀👀👀👀

good for me

beefy!lumberjack bucky x f!reader (lumby x bunny au)

w.c: 1.8k

warnings: oral, overstim, insatiable menace that is lumby, p in v

a/n: do you know how many people sent that video in to me? thank you. proud of this one <3

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

“You see this?” a rich chuckle bubbles low in his chest, “With the offshoots in different directions, gonna need a real good, hard, stroke to open it up,” his deep voice croons, smacking his hand sharply against the rough bark.

You jump at the noise, your breath catching in your throat as tingles buzz throughout your core.

His eyes lock directly on yours through your screen, a devilish smirk playing at the side of his mouth– the one he always gives you right before parting your legs and pulling you up to his warm, wet, salacious mouth. “So fucking tight– this grain? Gonna be a fun challenge, bunny.”

What– Bunny? Oh no, oh fuck. This isn’t one of his instructional videos. This is a video meant for you. The bastard.

You can’t help the knowing tremble that runs down your spine as he continues mumbling lowly about the spread of wood sitting before him, your thighs clenching together hoping to relieve some tension. Even when he’s not there, Bucky still manages to hit every nerve and make your head fuzzy.

His tongue drags over his bottom lip before he pulls his plush lip between his teeth. A pointed stare and that ungodly sexy tilt of his head with the familiar click of his tongue, he grabs for the ax.

“But as long as she stays fucking still,” he slides a palm up the side of the swell of the wood– just like he does with your thighs– before smacking it, “I can split her for me.” His giant muscles move in a blurred rush, striking the center of the wood with a rough swing before bringing his arms back to repeat the action.

He groans, his breathing starting to get heavy as his display of strength and force causes your breathing to do the same. You sink back further into the pillows, dizzy at the sight playing out on your phone screen.

Thwack, he grunts. Thwack, he groans. Thwack, he takes a deep breath.

The sounds echo off the branches of the surrounding forest and ring through the small speakers of your phone, into your room as he picks up a steady pace.

Heat pools between your thighs, a warmth moving rapidly through every part of you. The fucking bastard.

“Come on bun, be good for me,” he groans through his heavy panting.

Fuck, he’s gonna be the death of you. Your hand slithers down your stomach, moving to the gusset of your panty, slipping underneath and between your folds.

But then you hear him.

“Hmm what do we have here?”

You drop your phone against your thigh as your head shoots up at Bucky, standing smug between the frame of your door.

“You liked my video, huh bun? Knew you’d be watchin’ it when I got home. Couldn’t fucking help myself, you’ve ruined me.” He makes his way to your stunned form on the bed, removing his belt before discarding his pants. He drops to his knees on the large bed, slowly crawling his way up to you.

“What– what do you mean?” you mumble, unable to help the squeak that leaves your lips as he tugs his shirt over his head, eyes never leaving yours.

“These thighs… I see ‘em everywhere. Can’t even do my job without getting distracted by you.”

You feel your slick dripping between your legs, your eyes wide and lips parted as he slowly continues to stalk up your body. His hands reach your shins, smoothing up the skin and leaving fresh tingles in his wake.

“Smell you from here, so fucking good. Been so hard all day because of that fucking trunk,” he groans against your inner knee, dragging his lips across your skin as his large hands wrap themselves around your thighs. “These thighs are gonna be the death of me.”

“Lemme in sweet girl, please. Need to taste you,” you whimper as he tightens his hold around you, parting your legs and kissing up your hot flesh. His hands dance along your stretch marks, kneading and softly scratching until you're shivering from his caress.

His tongue sweeps along your skin, lips caressing the harsh sucks and the delicious burn from his stubbled jaw. “How can I ever get anything done knowin’ that this is waitin’ for me, all the time. Fuck…” he moans when his nose briefly nudges at your clothed clit, your body struggling against his hold to close your legs around him.

His dark eyes meet yours and he chuckles, deeply. The vibrations rumbling throughout his warm body and spreading straight to your core. His fingers tease at the skin just next to your panty, sending goosebumps to trail down your legs and a whine to leave your lips.

“Can’t do that bun, gotta keep you open– fucking stay put for me,” he growls, sending a harsh smack to your thigh. His fingers stroke up and down the drenched fabric as he mouths at your innerthigh, enjoying watching you squirm and writhe helplessly under his hold.

You hear the tearing of fabric before you see it, cool air meeting your soaked core and causing another whine to sing sharply from your chest. “Please, Bucky…”

He warns you with a wink and a low laugh before sucking you into his mouth. Wet and warm kisses placed hungrily to your clit as his tongue prods and flicks in the way that sends your eyes to roll and toes to curl.

He licks up your folds, pulling your legs further apart and humming gingerly as he watches you tremble, your slick invading his mouth. His tongue works flat and hurried strokes, his warm mouth pulling at your swollen nub with harsh and ruthless kisses.

Your hands grasp for his hair, tugging him closer to you as he moans and hums around you appreciatively. You swear he enjoys this way more than you sometimes– almost. Two of his fingers find their way to your center, entering and curling to find that spot that only he can reach. “Fuck, Buck– so good, soso good...”

Bucky’s hot mouth pulses around you violently, his moans and grunts of pleasure tingling deliciously around you and sending rapturous sensations up your spine. His fingers find your spongy patch and stroke desperately, your back arching off the bed as best you can under his hold. His other hand grabs you closer, fingers harshly digging into the skin of your ass.

God it’s so good, so fucking perfect as he continues his intense ministrations, his tongue stroking you just right as his lips pull you impossibly deeper.

The knot in your stomach tightens, winding tighter and tighter as he sucks you further and further towards release. “Pussy gets so fuckin’ messy for me, all mine,” he growls against you, his spit and your slick dripping down the scruff of his jaw.

He dives back in, shaking his head from side to side as his mouth pulls you in, tongue flicking sharply as his kisses pulse around you ferociously.

His groans and the obscene slurping noises of his mouth send you higher and higher, merciless kisses sucking you so deeply your legs shake and your eyes fizzle to see white. You feel his harsh moans around you, come on bun, come for me, the words never leaving his mouth but you feel them all the same.

Your high hits you, vision blurred and a thin buzzing sound filling your ears. But he doesn’t let up, violent sucks and flat passes of his tongue against your throbbing clit, drinking up every last drop you’ll give him. You clench around his curling fingers, stroking and coaxing you through your release.

“So fuckin’ good for me, can’t help myself but think of you all the time, bun.” He smirks devilishly up at you from between your thighs, evidence of your orgasm dripping down his chest like a medal, proud and boldly worn all for himself. His hands stroke softly at your pliant and shaking body, soft kisses and whispers of praise pressed to your stomach as air returns to your lungs.

Your eyes struggle to adjust to the room, but his stare is impossible to miss. Not when he’s looking at you with such fire, such desire in the vibrance of his eyes like he needs you with every breath he takes.

He moves, hands pulling at your legs to pull you down the bed. He crawls atop of you, his dripping and throbbing cock hitting against his abs with each movement.

“Now, were you payin’ attention to my little lesson, bunny?”

Lesson? What lesson?

“You’re such a good girl for me, always so ready,” he rasps out. His hands slide to capture your wrists, pushing them above your head as he kisses up your neck.

“Need you to stay still for me– can’t do my job if you don’t stay fucking put,” his tongue sweeps across his bright swollen lips, licking at your slick coating his skin before moaning to himself.

He places both of your wrists in one hand, the other sliding down your body and teasing along the curves peeking out of his flannel you have on. His fingers skate across your hip, your body immediately seeking his touch and following his motions. He chuckles, grasping his cock before stroking over it, once then twice; spreading precum from his aching red tip around himself before lining up with your entrance.

He slides in, each torturous inch filling you with a slow roll of his hips. You both gasp as you clench down around him, his eyes fluttering closed as he bottoms out.

His other hand joins the one holding your wrists, sliding his fingers between yours to hold you firmly to the bed as he begins his rough thrusts. “Better not fuckin’ move,” he moans, his hot mouth attatching itself to the skin of your throat. He sucks a harsh bruise behind your ear, grunts and groans of air tickling at your skin.

He feels so deep, so fucking deep as his hips move. Each roll sends you deeper into the mattress, hurried and quick snaps of his hips forcing you to feel all of his weight behind each one.

“Feels fucking incredible, you have no idea how good you are,” he moans loudly, your warm and wet cunt gripping him so tight he can hardly contain himself from driving into you harder. Bucky changes his position, his thick legs working around his thrusts to push your thighs up against your chest. His hips falter, the new angle pushing him impossibly deep as a high whimper screams from the back of your throat.

You want to try and meet his thrusts, to melt yourself into the power of the pleasure he brings you– but he has you trapped. The sinful words he whispers into the shell of your ear and the forceful strokes of his hips cause your breath to escape you– all thoughts other than him and how good he feels to leave your brain.

“Look at you, shit– so fucking stunning. Come on, you can take it…” he croons, your body trembling and unable to do anything but lay there as he jolts his hips.

A harsh thrust causes you to cry out, ohfuckBuckyBuckyBucky chanted around the room and knocking the wind out of him.

“Fuck that’s it, there ya go bun, stay just like that. Gonna fuckin’ split you in two by the time I’m done with you…”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky #marvel

[princessbrunette]

dealer!jj blowing the smoke into your mouth bc you don’t wanna mess up your lipgloss by putting your lips on the blunt :(

♡₊˚ 🍧✧˚.🫧⋆₊⊹♡

“jj, i want to but i cant! i’m going to this party and if i smoke now my lipgloss is just gonna end up all over the joint.” you complain, tucking your feet under you on his couch as he rolls infront of you.

you’d shown up to his little shack on a friday night looking good as fuck, and whilst you usually spent the weekends showing up to his for weed and ending up face down ass up on his pull out— you were gonna be off at a random mutual friends house, getting crossfaded and having fun without him. he knows you weren’t technically his girlfriend, but he got that gross spike of jealousy in his chest, scratching at the bottom of his throat. he coughs quietly, trying to clear it.

“you always smoke with me, it’s literally tradition. you wanna break tradition? get seven years of bad luck because you’re messin’ with forces beyond your comprehension, man? nah, big mistake bucko.”

“what are you talking about?” you giggle, arm brushing his as you nudge him lightly, making him quietly tsk when you jog his handiwork. “one time won’t hurt.”

he finishes rolling and turns to you, going to hand it to you before pulling it away out of your reach. “ah, ah.” he warns, wiggling his fingers on the neatly rolled doobie. “how about, you let me shotgun this straight into your mouth. no contact, n’ your makeup stays perfect n’pretty.” he offers and you sigh, rolling your eyes making those pretty black lashes flutter up by your eyebrows.

“fine, only ‘cos i like smoking with you so much.” you grin kindly making him return the expression, patting his shorts down for a lighter.

“ain’t that sweet.” it comes out muffled as he holds the joint between his teeth, focusing on striking a flame before lighting it. he beckons you closer with his hands and you budge up excitedly, letting him take a few hits first. “whew, that’s that good shit.” he resists a cough before turning to you, eyes excited. “you ready, hot stuff?”

“you bet.” you giggle softly, watching him inhale before taking a gentle hand to your jaw and prying it open, closing in on you and blowing it into your mouth. you breathe it in, pulling back to hold it — his method surprisingly effective, before blowing it out.

“huh? i’m a genius.” he nods with a grin.

“another.” you rasp, starting to realise you enjoy the close proximity more than the actual task at hand. your tolerance was fairly low, being kind of new to smoking and you already started to feel the effects sink in after a few hits from jj’s mouth. you demand more from him, giggling with hazy eyes and his technique gets a little sloppier, very slightly grazing your bottom lip as he blows in the smoke. “careful.” you whisper once you pull away to exhale.

“my bad.” he responds, but from the look on his face he didn’t feel guilty at all. the next toke, he pulls you in with a smirk, dumps the smoke into your mouth before finally losing his composure, suddenly smashing his mouth to yours, instantly and surely smearing your gloss all over you.

you kiss back, a surprised whimper leaving you as you let him press his smokey warm tongue against yours, his arm extended to keep the joint from accidentally burning you. you remember why you had been shot gunning in the first place and push him back suddenly by the shoulders, a moderately mad pout wearing your features.

“sorry ‘bout that.”

“jj!” you scold and he beams, briefly turning to put the joint out, dropping it into the ashtray before turning back to you.

“dont make that face at me, mama. c’mere, lemme make it up to you.” it comes out in a low southern drawl, mouth coming to press against yours once more. you supposed you could be a little late to the party.

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#anon #jj maybank prompt #dealer!jj

[fatestayyuri]

Finished Ward Act 2.

thoughts under cut.

I live in hell, lament.

I don't mean to be a hater more than like, what's comedic in the liveblogs to sell the bit. but also whenever i give this fucking serial an inch it throws sand in my eyes and spits on my face. when i go "oh this interaction with children is sweet, i'm glad that Vicky is at least to get some measure of comfort vicariously" they hit me with the "actually one of them might be powered so we have to funnel them into the paramiltary death squad fasttrack" and "Victoria is now going to be a freelance strikebreaker, but this time with Less Oversight". she also wants to fuck her therapist so like, sure. fuck it. i guess we're at that point now.

it's so fucked up very clearly seeing the artifice surrounding the actual genuine compelling core of the story of someone with terminal copbrain due to her trauma and upbringing learning to heal get fucking, impaled fourteen hundred times over by Wildbow moments. There's nascent themes here! of healing! of loss! of taking uneasy, shaky steps forward and trying to mesh the inherent hypocrisy of knowing your abuser deserves a second chance but feeling like that you'd rather kill both of you than be the one to give it to them. I Get It. i really do. but also please stop framing the strikebreaking like it's a good thing.

Sorry i just need to go on here to say that it's supremely funny to me that throwing cars in front of people during a panicked evacuation because they disrespected her Special Baby Girl authority is AFTER all of the conflict counselling is so fucking good. Like??? this is after, huh. it's okay since civies aren't people i suppose, just cargo and luggage

I'm not actually sure if wildbow knows what a strike is. "they're not striking, the two construction groups have just banded together to withhold labor", you say? I don't know maybe it's an intentional oversight on the character's part but at least mention that, goddamn. was he really that proud of the insult Glory Hole to use it twice, too? every time he tries to be witty i genuinely sink into my seat and start boiling alive in second-hand shame. that flirting scene was fucking terrible and the "wow so witty" he gave himself was fucking terrible.

^Wild thing to put slip in there, by the way. "yeah they acted like a union, y'know, making sure the kids were educated, sane, not being SLUTS, not being abused, etc etc"

These writeups aren't edited or like cohesive or coherent at all almost entirely because if wildbow doesn't feel the need to why should i. fuck off, it's ward.

oh right! the therapy group! the therapy group pisses me off so much dude I hate that i love them all i hate that their dynamics are good i hate that they have good chemistry and play off each other and that they feel believable and I hate that i'm gonna read more of this just to see them. Fuck me

uhhh lemme just go down the list... I haven't been given enough information on Chris but I'm liking what i'm seeing tbh, he's cagey and kind of idealistic but also he's like. 13. that's just how they are it's very convincing

Kenzie is good! i like her! she[realises i'm gonna write "is very convincing and compelling for all of these] uhhhhh mirrors a lot of the hangups i had as a kid but also I do in fact completely understand why everyone else wanted me Not In Danger back then

Ashley is too good and hot for Victoria "Cop" Dallon. that is all.

Byron and Tristan are a really interesting character concept to me actually; I have cogent thoughts whirling around in my brain but the only joke i have is that what if they starred in a variant of All or Nothing wouldn't that be fucked up

Rain O' Fire Frazier. She's so trans-coded it's unreal. I love her and how fucked up she is and how she's literally just in this to not get Murderized by her metaphorical family. Girl Same. It is really funny that she gets introduced with a functional kanji pun,

shows up with all her shit fucked up and cracked,

and then leaves with the closest thing of explicit lesbianism that Wildbow has written other than Victoria Dallon's weird thing with the milf therapist.

but from what i hear of Wildbow i'm pretty sure he'll add in a passage about her wanting to settle down with a nice Decidedly Male guy and get pregnant or whatever.

the main thing about Sveta is that she goes "well i *see* myself as disabled" while being like. a quadruple amputee. girl if you are not disabled who is

god. i love these characters. it's such a shame that they're gonna become cops. i hate it here. i hate that i'm gonna read like 1.8 million more words of this. fuck me. fuuuuuuuuuuck.

all in all 7/10 so far

#ward lb

[whispangleblogger]

With how much Tangle and Whisper meas to you.. are there any specific moments in the comics that made you love them? What initiated that spark? :3

That is actually a really complex question for me...

I would say it's the full package ?

Lemme go a little bit into detail here, i try to split this into two parts:

Part 1 - How they affected my personal life in a positive way

When i first started to read the IDW Comics the relationship of Tangle and Whisper did stick out to me immediately.

I always enjoyed Sonic the Hedgehog as a medium, played the Games whenever they did tickle my interest, grabbed me some merch when i thought it looked nice, i literally grew up with the blue blur. I always looked at it as funny cartoon animals do funny things to annoy big bad Dr. Eggman, because that's what it was for me since childhood.

So when i jumped into IDW it is probably an understatement that i was surprised by it's depth and how all these characters were shown in a different light, a more serious tone, in relatable situations, they have their flaws, their strength, their fears, they suddenly had a wide set of emotions brought into play i honestly wasn't sure for a while if i was reading official Sonic the Hedgehog Comics by SEGA or a really good fanproject.

Anyway, it didn't take me too long until i catched up with Tangle and Whisper.

Back then (early 2021) i was in a really weak position and went through a hard time in life (Still trying to recover from it as you know) and let's just say the Tangle and Whisper Mini helped me to look up and enjoy life again.

Whisper's backstory, losing her team, trying to find a footing in life, opening up to people again, dealing with her own trauma somehow just spoke to me on many levels.

And mixed up with Tangle being the sunshine she is, the bound they formed during the events of the comics, it somehow gave me strength to not give up on myself.

I know this might sound weird to some people that literally cartoon animals helped me to regain my spirit again.

Ngl it did surprise me too, never in my life would i have thought that actual Sonic characters/comics would get me out of that dark swamp i was trapped in.

But life is never 100% predictable. In the end i just embraced it for what it is even if it did strike me a little weird.

So much about my personal experience.

Part 2 - Actual organic LGBT representation that feels natural in it's buildup.

So that is a thing that did really stick out to me a lot while reading the comics.

Tangle and Whisper's bound did evolve very organic throughout the course of the whole comic series, it added depth with the mini series, showed growth through the annual story and their overall interactions with each other while fighting side by side during the metal virus arc.

From being distant to slowly starting to embrace each other more and more, Whisper's breakdown when she found out she lost Tangle to the Virus, tackle hugging her out of relieve that she got her back, ending in a flirty scene even + many more small details, little interactions and be it just Tangle wrapping her tail around Whisper for comfort.

There is a lot of unspoken body language between these two as well that adds a lot to their narrative in my eyes.

Heck even their whole Cover Art Selection for their Mini Series is truly something else.

These two girls gave me such a massive gay/lesbian vibe and they were also so close to each other on the page, that i was actually surprised (Heh, again) when i found out that they weren't pitched that way in the first place.

Like, excuse me but huh !?

Supporting, healing, growing, feelings, baby steps, it's all there.

I was really happy to see a wlw relationship blossom in such a normal way that it felt like fresh air to me. (Back then it wasn't even confirmed yet) Tbh i didn't delve too much into details at that point i just enjoyed the story surrounding them.

A typical case of good written slowburn. And man i love slowburn romance haha

Usually i was used to a lot of subtext till the end (Korrasami for example, it is a good story but was extremely restricted)

Anyway i don't want to make this any longer than it already is, BUT I THINK we could say that all of the above initiated that "spark" for me.

And tbh i am not even sure if my words here give it enough justice at all. Honestly i was never a big shipper for anything in my life prior to these two.

I bet i could squeeze more outta my head but that's honestly already a lot of digging here on my part.

#Ask & Answer #Damn long answer #my brain feels like mush lol

[randomgirlwritting]

“Please, not me.„ - An Obey Me fanfiction with choices and a neutral reader.

•••

Short breath. You're holding your eyes closed as hard as you can, as if you were haunted by the worst torturing nightmare. How coming back to your senses would be even possible? Just hold on… Keep going, you got this. 

« Y/N, wake up! You'll get through it! »

Your lashes go up, finally breaking up the lock to this bird's cage you were trapped in; letting the broken-legged dove take flight. As if not recognizing your surroundings wasn't bad enough, you notice a white haired man wearing questionable sunglasses sitting on the other side of the bed you're in, on his phone as he scrolls through social media. You don't know him; and the faint reminiscence of your arrival down there hits you right in the feelings. Struck with terror, you jump out of your bed, getting the bedside lamp and go for it, about to hit him right in the head. You have no intention of staying down there with demons… you can't let them have the last word. 

« Let me leave!

-Heyo, what's wrong with y- »

The man blocks your attack before you can strike him down, yelling as loud as a virgin the first time she sees a male genitalia. You'd have screamed too if your throat suddenly didn't tighten, letting you barely breathe. You push the demon away as hard as you can and fly off the room, running through never ending corridors. This being said, you aren't going anywhere, as an even taller man blocks the way, his piercing red eyes making you shiver to the bones. Lucifer… Lucifer, you remember it's the last face you saw before passing out. Is it really your time? You ended up in hell? All this religious bullshit was in fact real, and your life choices brought you down there? 

« Y/N, I see you are awake, I take it you've gotten the rest you needed. We've heard Mammon screaming, what exactly is going on? 

-Lemme tell you! This crazy human just tried to smash my head with the freaking bed lamp! Diavolo couldn't have come up with a NORMAL human, huh?! They're s'pposed to be scared of demons, damn!

-I am! Stay away from me, I am NOT like you ! »

You yell as an attempt to stay composed, but you're crumbling from the inside. As if things couldn't get any worse, your and Mammon's shouting brought the others out of their rooms, taking a peek at what's going on. They're obviously demons; I mean what other beings could potentially be down there ? And they're all staring at you, eyes wide open. What does Mammon mean anyway? You were chosen to end up in hell? Lucifer let out an already tired sigh, looking down on you as he takes a step back to allow you to have some space. You have no idea what's going on, which makes the eldest puzzled. 

« There is no need to make such a fuss. Y/N, you are indeed not a demon; you are a human whose application was accepted as a part of an exchange program between the Devildom and the Human World. You sure seem lost, but Mammon, my brother… The one you attacked is here to look after you. You were put under the protection of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, so as long as you stay in your place, you want be in any dang-

-Do I look like I applied for a trip to Hell?! You are acting like it is nothing; but it is! I never asked to be here in the first place! 

-Oooooh, the human talks back to Lucifer! That's not going to end well… »

The smallest brother with shiny wavy hair and clementine eyes shouted, as he took his phone out to record the scene… Before putting it right in his jacket pocket, the severe look on Lucifer's face definitely dissuaded him. Demons, huh? They don't like what you've been told about them at all. What if all of this was just them testing your faith? Hah. This idea makes you shake your head as the brothers exchange confused looks. 

« Lucifer, wasn't the exchange program based on volunteering? 

-Satan makes a point here. Why is such a hysterical normie's here in our house? They're nothing like Solomon. »

Satan… His very name makes a shiver run down your spine, as your neck's twitching in a painful tic. Though being called Satan, he looks like any human you could see, with pretty blonde hair and a very decent appearance. 

« Silence! We can all agree something is wrong here, and be assured I will discuss it with Lord Diavolo as soon as I can. But remember you are here on our Lord's charity, so do not try and mess with demons. 

-Does that mean I can go back to the Human World? I am not dead..? 

-They ain't the smartest ass, that's for sure…  Human, you are talking to the six Princes of the Devildom so beware! 

-Might be a Prince or something, I almost broke your skull, demon. »

You can't resist the urge to shut them down. This whole situation is surreal, impossible to believe yet you are asked not to question anything. This being said, you have no intention of being a docile little sheep and make things easy for them. If you're going to struggle, so are they. You take a few steps back, breathless, though running away isn't an option as the House's exit is nowhere to be found. Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose before slapping the back of Mammon's head, pointing finger at the opposite side. 

« Go get some water for the human, Mammon. 

-Wha? No way I'm doing it! They're just a mere human and I'm a demon, there's some respect to have! 

-Then I take you'd like me to hang you from the ceiling for a thousand years once again?

-Gah! No no no, I'll get going, my dear brother! 

-Is he a demon or your dog, dude? You can ask him politely. »

The whole corridor turns silent and their brothers are going silent, staring at you in disbelief. 

« They won't last long here, I'm telling you… 

-Not like I'm planning on living a full long life. 

-But didn't you just say you wanted to go back to the Human World? 

-I'd rather die up there than down here. »

The light brown haired one -Asmodeus- giggles as he puts his hand over his mouth. Hah, They definitely are a funny one.. Well, not so funny to Lucifer who sighs yet again, taking his phone out of his jacket. 

« Bring them back to their room. I will call Diavolo. »

Without wasting any more words, Lucifer proceeds to leave, the sound of his loafers growing distant as he goes back to his office. Soon enough, the others do as well and go one by one, leaving you with Mammon who just got back from the kitchen. He's accompanied by a gigantic, muscled red hair; and despite his imposing look, this demon is the one who makes you the most at ease. As soon as he starts talking, you feel a sense of comfort for the first time since you got here. 

« Mammon, I'm hungry. 

-And I don't wanna look after some random ass human, so get over it Beel! »

Mammon runs his hand through his messy hair before pointing a finger at you. 

« Listen close. You should feel honored that I, the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, is watching over you! So don't get ahead of yourself, duh!

-... So all of you have a sin assigned to you? 

-I'd rather say we are their representations. » Beel answers, a preoccupied look on his face. « This isn't the case for every demon, though. »

You sense something weird here. You're sure you only saw six of them… Maybe the last one isn't here, but they referred to themselves as the “Six Rulers of the Underworld„. Keeping a safe distance between you and the two demons, you finally ask another question. You're not sure why you haven't been able to calm down before, why the panic hit you that hard. …  I'd say it's a rather normal reaction to have; for someone who just ended up in hell in some exchange program without their consent. 

« Then I guess you also sent demons up in the Human World? »

Beel and Mammon exchange gazes in silence as you finally arrive in front of the door leading to your room. You look away before talking again, changing the subject. 

« So there is another human here, from what you've told what? 

-Yeah, angels too. Though you'll probably won't relate too much to that human, he's a sorcerer so Solomon is more familiar to the Devildom than you are. 

-Don't eat anything he cooks if you value your life! 

-I don't. »

You just arrived yet you feel there are so many things they're hiding from you. Angels are here too? You aren't sure if you should laugh or cry… How cruel, that it happens to you in particular. After thanking both of them, you enter the bedroom and slam the door, not allowing them in your little haven. You need some time to process everything you've been told, even if you aren't sure you'll ever accept this. There you are, in this room full of a sweet woody smell, trying to pick up the lock on your window. 

Ugh… As you clench your fists, you feel heavy tears running down your cheeks. They're all so wary of you… Though you are treating them the same way. 

After a few hours, a knock on your door is to be heard. Considering you don't hear Mammon and Beel chatting in front of your room, you assume that is someone else. You were able to calm down and stop crying but you're still in your bed, wrapped under your blanket, staring at the wall. Considering you don't answer and they knock two times again, the two strangers finally open the door and stand there. The first one is a strong looking demon, dressed up with a red uniform; and the man behind him is a much more reserved one, with deep green hair and a perfect posture. Another demons..? The red one let out a loud, warming laugh as you cover yourself in the blanket even more. 

« You're Y/N, aren't you? You probably don't remember me, but I was there when you arrived. You got me worried, fainting at first sight! 

-And you are? 

-The man in front of you is none other than the Prince of the Devildom itself, Lord Diavolo. 

-And besides me is my loyal butler, Barbatos. You can count on us to make your stay as good as it can be. Lucifer informed me about the current issue… »

For the Prince of Hell, well, Devildom, he is quite friendly. But it doesn't change the fact that you're stuck here and it seems it will stay like that. 

« Barbatos will look into it as soon as we get back, as to how your application got into our hands. If you aren't the one who applied, it means someone else did it on your behalf. » Diavolo seems bothered by the fact that you got here without having your word to say. « This being said… Would you mind giving it a try ? I would appreciate if you at least let me explain why I've decided to create this exchange. »

He seems more trustworthy than those brothers who either look stupid, or horrible… You simply nod as an answer, okay with letting him give you his explanation. Both him and Barbatoa smile at you in response, as the Prince keeps on talking. 

« I've got the idea of an exchange program between the three worlds : the Devildom, the Celestial Realm and the Human World. Why is that? I think that hostile relationships won't lead us anywhere. This program is an attempt to create a safe space between our worlds, as well as forging solid bonds to guarantee the Devildom a splendid future. This is why we've sent four students in the Human Worlds and the Celestial Realm; and why there are two angels and two humans down here. If you have trouble bonding with demons, I am sure these three ones will provide you comfort and support. 

-In no way you are here as a form of punishment, Y/N, that is what the young Master is trying to say. You are the bridge between humans and demons, and we… Both saw a lot of potential in you. »

Are you that easy to read? Barbatos seems to have zero trouble figuring out your fears. He smiles politely, with all the etiquette you could think of. An exchange for the sake of both three worlds, huh? You did hear some witch stories in the Human World, but you've always been taught to reject such beliefs. You are here to help them, so…  Maybe they'll be able to help you as well? Who knows. 

« What exactly are you expecting from me? Isn't it dangerous for a human to stay here? 

-Of course it is. Some demons don't agree with my vision, that is why you've been put under the protection of the seven brothers. They are… Special, of course, but all of them have a good heart deep down, as hard as it is for you to imagine. They might take some time to open up to you but…  I've got a strong feeling that you're the one they need. »

So on top of that, you are supposed to be some demons' therapist? The world's upside down, huh… Diavolo appears to understand your doubts and proceed to continue his explanation. 

« You are going to attend classes at the RAD; the Royal Academy of Diavolo. You'll have courses to pass and tasks to complete, which can be summed up as dance battles. I hope it makes sense. »

Not really. How are dance battles supposed to help with peace in the world? Meh. If that's what the Prince's saying, you'll have to take it as truth. Both of them look at you, hoping for your answer. 

« I… Guess I can give it a try. But can't I go live with the two angels and the other human? Those brothers… They don't seem to be happy to have me around. 

-They'll warm up, I promise. They'll never do anything to hurt you, so don't be afraid. >>

Even if the idea of going back to school scares you, as you left school a few years ago, you faintly smile as Barbatos walks towards you, handing you a device that looks like a phone. 

« Here's your D.D.D. You will be able to access your task on the main screen, as well as the brothers' numbers, Lord Diavolo and mine if you need anything. Welcome to the Devildom, Y/N. »

And this is how your story in the Devildom began. Once the Prince and his butler left, you go back under your blankets, to get some sleep before your first day at RAD tomorrow. What will happen? Well, it is going to be up to you and your choices. 

… Why the hell is someone knocking at your door in the middle of the night, now? 

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Who will knock on your door? Let me know in the comments. :)

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[natures-marvel]

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Woah, woah woah! 😳

Someone's trying to know too much about me, huh?! 😳

Okay, so :

What is your nickname?

One of them is the one I use here. Kal.

When is your birthday?

15th Feb 😊

What was your longest relationship?

None, lmao 😂 #singleaf💪🏽

What is your favorite book?

A lot of them, omg! 😭

I cant pick a fav! 😭

What is something you're insecure about?

Its Classified 😊

5 Male celebrity crushes

Rodrigo de la Serna (oh la la 👀)

Siddharth Malhotra

Pedro Alonso

Tom Hiddleston

Ram Charan (hes very handsome, okay??)

5 Female celebrity crushes

Alba Flores (step on me, please!)

Shraddha Kapoor (shes so pretty 😍)

Cate Blanchett

What is your dream job?

I am doing exactly what I love!

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

Atm, its smth I am not sharing here but know that it was a dream come true for me when it happened.

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

Uh....idt i have anything like that. 😅

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

Oh man, so many places!

How do you de-stress?

By hassling my moots. Atm, my fav victim is @h0bg0blin-meat 😈

So, mostly I listen to music but sometimes my mind is too very active so i do yoga to calm it down.

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Youtube, then all of my game apps and Photo Editor

Describe yourself in one sentence.

Wow, kay.

I am strong-willed, optimistic, hardworking, kind but also mischievious sometimes.

What do you think makes you attractive?

Idk, tbh 😂

If someone else has an answer, please do lemme know 😂

What is something you're really good at?

Time Management and hardwork.

What is something you're really bad at?

Bad at? Well, ig striking up a convo with people because i am very introverted

A time that you told a lie.

Okay, so this one is actually pretty funny :

When i was 8, my mum made a (pudina) chutney cheese sandwiched toast and i didnt want anyone else to take a bite of it.

So I lied to my classmates who were hanging out with me that day (cause of those sandwiches 😒) that the chutney was prawns chutney 🤣

Predictably, they scampered off. 🤣🤣🤣

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

Male crows and female crows are very easily differenciable.

Who knows you the best?

My mom. 🙃.

What is your most prized possession?

Something that adorns the walls of my living room.

What is your longest friendship?

If @delirious-and-slightly-murderous shows up anytime soon and before June, it will be 3 years with that. Otherwise @wedgeantill holds the current record for 2.5 years

#asks #thanks anon! #tho i wonder who you are #i think i do have an idea who sent this. 😏

[chaashni]

Deals

A drunk, mindless deal with your boyfriend gets you a lot more than you had bargained for.

Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut. College AU. Dom/Sub dynamics. This is bdsm. Spanking. Pain kink. Punishments. Bad marks. Harry is a good bf. Also a damn good dom. Tying up. Vibrations. Mocking. Condescension. Lemme know if I missed something.

Fic library us @chaashnifics

"Let's make a deal then" faint traces of smoke blew out from Harry's lips, dusting your face softly as the stench intoxicated you even futher. Your hands clung to his shoulders, his arms resting on your hips and keeping you tethered to his body. Your drunken body didn't have much coordination, almost entirely resting your weight on him, your fingers itching towards the bandana wrapped around his forehead as you puckered up your lips, asking for a kiss.

"We're not having any deals. C'mon, let's take you home." Harry relented, dropping his lips over yours and smooching some of your lipgloss off, the cigarette in his breath making you drowsier. You pushed him away suddenly, swaying before settling yourself and squaring your back in an attempt to reach in level with your lanky boyfriend's eyes, pouting and kicking at a stone when you realized you couldn't.

"We're having a deal. You're a chicken." You screeched sloppily, not paying any heed to the fact that you were super close to your dorm building and the wardens could come and shout at you any second. You were too drunk and your boyfriend too damn cocky for his own good.

Harry chuckled, pushing his hands into his pockets and leaning into your space as you blinked and tried to recoordinate yourself, the sudden sweep with which he crowded your personal space leaving you a little intimidated. It didn't help that the dim lights around seemed to converge into the crystal pools that were his eyes and -fuck- you must be too damn drunk if you were thinking of that.

The hand resting on your shoulder travelled across your collarbones, sliding your tresses back and cuffing around your nape, his grip firm and grounding. Your squirming stopped, a faint cloud of lust beginning to coagulate in your eyes and in the pits of your stomach, your sweaty fingers suddenly itching to slide down your boyfriend's v-line. Were you supposed to be striking a deal moments back? You couldn't care less.

Apparently, Harry was interested now. Still cupping your neck, he drew you closer to his face, his thumb moving up to your lips and ghosting over its curve, resting on your cupid's bow. Slow as he could, he slid the pad of it down, the tip of his smoke dusted finger dipping into your mouth before he pulled your lower lip down, breathing out some smoke directly into your mouth.

"How much have you studied for tomorrow's test, huh?" He questions, an eyebrow raising up as he leans closer, the ends of his curls tickling the sides of your face. You blink, a little confused, before your eyes light up.

"A lot-" you state confidently. "Syllabus wise at least. I had these chapters under my belt from the start." You didn't know why you felt the need to add that, but Harry chuckled, almost scorningly, and your eyebrows crumbled in confusion, pushing at his chest.

"What?" You pouted, your words loud enough to make you wince. Harry remained unbothered, too used to your drunken antics to act surprised.

"Practice baby, have you practiced?"

You blinked, stepping back defensively. "I don't need to. I'm smart enough."

Harry chuckles, bringing another cigarette to his mouth and tucking it between his lips. He signalled to your pockets, a silent demand for you to pull out the lighter he had handed you. You rolled your eyes and clicked it open, lighting the roll for him. "Getting cocky isn't gonna get you anywhere." You chided, shuffling the lighter in your hands.

Your boyfriend just watched you with a piercing stare, each second igniting you a little more. Harry took a deep drag, pulling out the cigarette, his smoke laced words whispered right over your face. "And being a smartass isn't getting you the scores."

"Wanna bet?"

"Ofcourse."

"You know I've been preparing this for longer than you " You cocked an eyebrow at your suddenly dismissive boyfriend like he was a little too sure he would win this easily. It unnerved you a little but you weren't phased. He could win. In his dreams.

"Alright. We'll see how much you get after all this partying." He slung an arm around your waist, sweeping you over in the direction of the dorms.

"Wait wait wait." You staggered to a stop, pulling Harry to a sudden halt with you. You stumbled for a second, your boyfriend flipping you both around so his shoulder hit the compound wall instead of yours.

"Careful woman," he huffed, blowing out some smoke as he flexed his arm. "What happened now?"

"What do I get when I win?"

The exasperated crease melted to a conniving smirk. His hand wrapped around your throat, flipping you around again and backing you up against the wall by your neck, a wicked smirk on his face. "You get to use me. All you want."

And just like that, you were mirroring his smile.

"But if I win," he placed the cigarette between your lips, his thumb digging into your chin as you took in a controlled puff, your pussy wet and needy. "I get to do whatever I want with ya."

It was all too easy for you to agree. What would he do, tie you with his bandana? Pull you into one of the classrooms and bend you over a teacher's desk? Fuck you with his fingers when you were in a frat party? Been there. Done that. And you were certain you would win, so you did not bother much. You were too busy ripping off his jacket and tee, unzipping the chain of his tight pants as you both stumbled up the stairs, your bra pulled out from under your shirt, your body already marked with his bruises.

You should have probably thought the bet through.

Ofcourse, being a smartass isn't always enough. Being a oversmart-ass and striking a bet on something as unpredictable as exam scores wasn't your brightest moment, but now it was done.

You were fucked.

You rubbed a drop of sweat lining over your brow- you need to relax- this was a class test, these scores do not affect your credit scores. You huffed, shutting your laptop and glaring at the desk like it had done something seriously wrong to you. You dared not look at your boyfriend, who had been sitting by your side all through this while, his score clearly more than yours.

Talk about being fucked.

Having exhausted your stock of mental pep talk, you had shamefully turned to your boyfriend, a pout etched in your lips and a frown cemented in your eyes, ready to acknowledge that- fuck- you should be partying a little less and focussing a lot more on your classes.

Harry's hands stopped you before you got a word out, strong hands wrapping flush around your waist and pulling you snug to his torso, the droning voice of your professor be damned. You pressed your fingertips onto the fluffy material of his sweater, burrowing your neck into his chest as he cradled you delicately, no signs of mocking or contempt anywhere in his body language. He muttered some sweet nothings into your ear all through the class, promising you this wouldn't affect your credits and that you would be doing better soon. After class he brought you a big tub of ice cream sundae, and he even let you steal his bandana, smiling that sweet dopey smile when you littered kisses all over his face and chin, holding him like he grounded you.

He definitely did. You sometimes wondered what you would do without Harry. In your current predicament, you would probably be sitting in your dorm room, your face pressed to your pillow, your frustrated screams diffused into the fluffy material of your blankets, your tears dripping all over. Maybe you would turn into the sinister cat lady with a wine addiction and body traps littered all over your garden ten years earlier than normal, if you didn't have your sweet sweet boyfriend. Snorting, you decided you would cook him some nice pasta as a thank you for saving you from that, his apartment building just in sight.

It was still some minutes to five thirty, the time he had called you over so you both could study and just hang, and you were proud of yourself for making it in time- oh, even better- earlier than usual. So you skipped up the steps, cheerfully greeting the cranky middle aged dilf who was smoking a joint in the gallery, determined to fix this grand mess you had made out of your academics.

You had totally forgotten about that damned bet you had made under the expense of drunk bravery. Because you were an idiot, who lived a little too much in the moment. The whole premise of 'you can do whatever you want to do to me' had completely slipped your mind till you found your boyfriend sitting on the soft, tattooed arms crossed behins his head and legs propped on the table which had endured more than enough if the two of you already, cigarette in hand, the annoying smug look all over his face.

That's when you knew this wouldn't be one of your regular 'study sessions'.

Cause however kinky and risque you might be, you cannot classify being bent over someone's lap, naked and reciting answers with a stinging ass while being casually degraded as 'normal'.

Clearly, when you had stepped it, you should have known. Harry didn't look like he was in the mood to fuck around, and as determined as you felt, you were also under this cocoon of love and warmth he had showered you with all through the afternoon.

So the first command of "strip" had you blinking, confused almost. Harry watery smile, the throb of that vein down his neck, that pulled you out of the momentary 'dumb-drop' you had descended into, your mind rolling back to that night, your smug words and that bet ringing fresh. Harry's sultry words rang in your ears as you, much to your chagarin, follwed his command just the next instant, his sweetened accent housing the sultriness that had you tremble, knowing he would use you plenty tonight.

"Don't make me repeat myself again, baby girl. Strip. Do it slow. I want to be nice and hard when you're bent over my lap."

And here you were. All your clothes folded and kept in Harry's bedroom- the little freak would 't ket you kick them aside, when you wwere all naked and throbbing between your thighs in anticipation, he asked you to fold them up and walk over to the other side of the apartment, to place it in his bed.

"Would be easier for you to find 'em, babygirl."

Fuck him.

"Now for the rules of tonight," he started, large hands running down the curve of your back, slowly feeling up your ass as you adjusted your position, your hands pressed to the cold floor as Harry remained perched at the edge of the couch. "We'd be going through the paper- every single question." His hands cupped your jaw, thumb caressing your lower lip, smearing your saliva all over your mouth when you attempted to suck on it. "You attended the discussion didn't ya? Let's see how much attention you pay that day."

Fuck. Does he really expect you to remember that?

Definitely not. Which is why you were here in the first place.

"If you get it right, babygirl," your boyfriend continued, hand sliding between the crack of your ass and hovering right over your weepy cunt, a long finger diving through your folds as you closed your eyes and moaned, "you get rewarded."

The darkening of his voice got a chill jolt down your spine, your nerves flaring. "And if you get 'em wrong," the hand landing on your oussy shouldn't have shocked you so much but you grunted out in disbelief, staggering forward only to be held in place by his arms. "You get punished."

And thats where it all began. Hands which caressed your cunt and backside as he read out the questions from his laptop, your inability to answer getting you harsh smacks on your backside, each mistake costing you five spanks and a ton of degradation, each tut leaving you squirming for more."

"Question 3, wasn't it the easiest in the whole paper?" His hand lands on the curve where your ass meets your thigh, sending you forward before its pair laced around your throat, tilting your head up so he could look into your teary eyes, his smug face and condescending glare leaving you whimpering.

"What is it that you know here, baby?" He squeezed the sides of your neck, hand landing on your ass again. "What do you say now?"

"Uggh," you whimpered, heaving before mumbling out, "sorry daddy. I didn't know."

"You didn't?" He narrows his eyes fake sympathy bleeding through his words as his hand landed on the same asscheek twice, the other going to knead your breasts before taking its place back around your throat, the tips of his fingers pressing to the underside of your jaw. "That makes you such a bad little girl," he murmurs, brushing his lips tenderly on the side of your head as he landed the remaining two spanks for this particular question, grabbing theat cheek harshly till you rolled out the words he had instructed you to repeat after each five spanks.

"Thank you for punishing me, daddy. Would- fuck-" he probed your hole a little, leaving you cursing him out and clenching around nothing the very next second. "Make sure to prepare the next time."

That dark chuckle had you trembling right at the edge, a burning backside and bruised throat only aggravating your horniess as you tried to rub against his thigh, his ring covered hands trailing all over your skin, mapping you, tracing every dip and crevice, every stretch mark and line. He grabbed your hair, twirling it around his fist and pulling a silent command for you to pucker up your lips, blowing smoke right into your mouth and kissing you deeply right after.

He pulled you up, scooping you in his arms and kissing you softly, caressing your breasts and neck before he grabbed them harshly again, the softness diffusing from his tone to a more ardent, serious one.

"You see that mirror there, baby girl?" He pointed it out for you, pinching and twisting your nipple while his lips ran over your, words slowly whispered into the shell of it like you were some dumb baby who needed everything explained in details. "You'll go over there, spread your legs and wait for daddy. Is that okay, babygirl?"

"Are you fucking insane?" You actually whined out, shaking your head in a no. Your ass was on fire, how could he expect you to sit that way?

His eyes darkened, the hold on your nipple loosening before he was pulling away, face schooled into a frustrating neutral. What? Wouldn't he do something? Or would he leave you high and dry for the rest of the evening, just ask you to-

The hand crashing against your cheek got you face snapped to the side, a burning sting forming there and flowing all the way down your neck, one of Harry's hands around your throat, the other buried in your hair, his furious eyes burning right into yours. "What did you just say, babygirl?" His words holding so much condescension and meanness he had you trembling and your pussy dripping out right on his thigh.

"Sorry daddy- fuck-" you whimpered, grinding on his pants, your breathing low. "Didn't mean that?"

"Oh really?" He mocked, pressing his fingers into your jugular, angry red lips biting over your earlobe.

"Didn't. Sorry,"

"But you meant to get wet- drip all over m' thigh like a drooly lil' kitten, didn't ya?" The hold on your hair tightened, pulling you backwards, your eyes snapping open. "Didn't ya?" Harry seethed, jaw clenched, eyes full of darkened lust as he watched you get off on his thigh.

"Yeah I did," you moaned, throwing your head back, rocking your hips and taking all the friction you could, his thighs soaked and your legs quivering as his lips danced all over your neck, sucking those bruising marks.

"What's your colour?" This was Harry. The timbre of his voice changed, care and caution dripped into his velvety words as you humped his leg, so so close to what you needed from the moment he had asked you to strip and give him a show.

"Green. Fucking green." You sobbed out, arching your back as you almost tipped over the edge, and the next instant you were being picked up and pinned to the couch, your annoyed yelp falling on deaf ears as you faced Harry's shit eating smirk.

"Then be a good girl and go sit your ass in front of the mirror." He caressed your face that he had slapped, pushing a thumb into your mouth before you could let out the curses dancing on the tip of your tongue, absolutely furious for your robbed orgasm.

And that's how you got in here, in front of the mirror, Harry's bandana wrapped around your wrists, which he had twisted behind your back, your breasts thrust out and thighs spread open, ass burning and pussy dripping.

The worst part was you could see just how horny and needy you were, and so could Harry, who was sitting on the couch right behind you and completing his fucking assignment- what an idiot?

Curse you for being so needy and enamored by this fucking moron.

He finished fairly quickly though- something told you he didn't even have anything to do in there, he just wanted you to remain frustrated and needy, and drip down on the floor for him. Harry walked over to you, eyes on your reflection, his hands rising and clamping over your shoulder, sliding down your bound hands to your waistline, curling over your stomach and descending down to your pussy. He cupped it torturously slow, his fingers just grazing your dripping folds, scooping up some of your slick on his palm.

The palm, which came back up embarrassingly set with your juices, was then held right below your face, Harry's silent command ringing in your ears. Face heated up and pussy gushing, you pressed the flat of your tongue on his palm, lapping up your own juices and licking it clean.

"Good girl," he kissed your neck, cupping your boobs from behind, traces of his fingers branded on your skin as he began kneading and pinching again, tipping you backwards so your raw cunt was raised from the ground, even more visible and humiliating. "Isn't that difficult to learn, isn't it baby?"

You moaned, throwing your head back over his shoulder. The tell tale hum of your vibrator, the one which you had left at his place the last time you were here, had you snapping your eyes back open, gasping as he rolled it over your nipples. Fuck.

"Been a really good girl today," Harry bit your shoulder, tracing a circle over the area close to your nipple, leaving you squirming in his hold. "Daddy's impressed"

You moaned, jutting your hips out, doing whatever to have him give you attention you needed, where you needed it most.

"I know, I know, baby." The vibrator buzzed its way down your torso, hovering torturously close to your clit when he smacked your inner thigh. "On your knees, babygirl."

Harry really, really was gonna toy with you all night long. Almost breaking into frustrated tears, you got into the position he wanted you in, looking at him imploringly, hoping he takes mercy on you and gives you what you want.

Which he did. The vibrator skimming through your folds at its highest setting had you barrelling forward, Harry's hold on the bandana wrapped around your wrists keeping you steady as you shrieked in pleasure, clamouring down on the toy and clenching, your juices lubricating you enough to take the toy in without any hesitation. Your boyfriend teased you nipples as he thrust the vibrator inside you, its tip circling around your clit menacingly before he was plunging it inside again, your moans breaking into incoherent mixtures of "harder" and "right there", the pleasure building up to a hugh you had been chasing all through the night, through the strenuous foreplay and Harry's skilled fingers. With a scream you came all over, dripping all over Harry's palm and the toy as you slumped against him, heaving heavily.

"Nah nah nah," Harry's hands patted your face, lightly rousing you when you were close to drifting off. "You still got those six other answers you need to be rewarded for."

You looked on, confused, gasping when you felt his erection press all the way up your back when he stood up, the boner he was sporting tight against his pants as he turned you around, your hands still bound behind your back, your thighs still quivering, your head a little mussed up.

"First you're gonna help daddy out." He caressed your face, hand slowly wrapping around your throat and guiding you to his pants.

"Then I'm gonna do whatever I want with you. We only got started."

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[ryus3i]

Diluc x gn reader

Fluff ~ Batman Au

Word Count ~ 601 words

☾ ~ Yk how Diluc is the Darknight Hero. Thats how I got this idea. Also the Batman Dark Night movie. So yeah, enjoy! ~☽

“The Dark Night huh, it’s kinda catchy” in front of you was none other than Batman himself. Notorious bat logo on full display as you take a few steps closer to the masked man. Anyone could recognize the serious look that adored the face of the masked vigilante. Especially you. Batman had a lot of names, none as striking as the Dark Night or even Diluc Ragnvindr, your Dark Night. Yes, billionaire Diluc Ragnvindr was your boyfriend. Dating the man meant being involved in his life, whether it be personal or work life. Whether the Dark Night fit into personal or work life, it didn't matter to you, you were going to be involved. You had figured out your boyfriend's nightly activities not too long ago, which prompted you to make it known to him that the bat was out of the bag.

The bat signal worked like a charm. It got Batman right where you wanted him. That’s how you got him just a few steps in front of you. You hadn’t seen him so close as Batman, only from a distance. The tight suit did wonders for his toned muscles. His mask brought your attention to his freshly shaven face and fiery red eyes that seemed to burn brighter under the moonlight.

“You know, I’ve always found you quite charming, not to mention quite handsome as well,” you say, placing a hand on his chest and a finger under his masked chin. His eyes flicker from your hands on him to your eyes that stare right back into his. It was going to be more than easy to fluster him based on the hundreds of times you’ve teased him like this.

“I’m sure the chief wouldn’t be too amused upon finding out his only child is making advances towards me,” he says, stepping away from you, closer to the yellow light that showcased the bat to the stars up above. 

“What the chief doesn’t know won’t hurt him, will it”? you say leaning in, inching closer and closer to his lips. Just before you connect your lips with his, you step back. “My boyfriend wouldn’t be too happy though, but I’ve always loved a man who can fight. Not sure if Diluc Ragnvindr can. He seems to have a lot of secrets and money. Oh well, he’s not here to do anything about it,” you say, putting your lips on his. Hands reaching behind his neck, pulling him in deeper. You don’t miss the way he hesitates to kiss you back, ultimately giving in to you. 

Before he can break the kiss and run off into the night, you pull off the mask that hides his fiery red hair and blush that you know decorates his pale skin. 

“What are you doing?” he says, reaching for his mask, that was now behind you. Eyes filled with confusion as he takes in the smirk on his face.

“How long did you plan on hiding this from me, Didi?” 

“How did you find out?” he says, placing his rough hands on your face, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“I have my ways,” you say, rubbing your arms together to keep you warm.

“Lemme guess, Adelinde told you?” He says, wrapping his cape around you and pulling you into his chest.

“And I snuck into the Bat Cave,” you say, quickly wrapping your arm around him. Your statement earns you a chuckle from Diluc as you place your head on his chest.

“I love you,” he’s says, kissing the crown of your head

“I you too, my Dark Night Hero.”

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