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romana-after-dark · 1 day

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Mariposa: Teaser Trailer

Javier Peña X Fem!OC! Marisol Muñoz Secondary Dark!Pablo Escobar x Marisol Munoz

Oc description: Mari is a social worker from Mexico who came to Colombia to help with the mass of children left behind from the drug wars. She also happens to be the social worker facilitating Steve and Connie's adoption of Olivia. She has light-medium brown hair with just a hint of red when the sun hits it. Her skin is light brown but she has vitiligo, causing patches of light skin around her body, and a large one over her eye that looks like a butterfly wing. She is fearless, thoughtful, and empathetic. Javi is smitten, but won't admit it.

Ficlet Summary: After a drug raid, Marisol comes to collect the child left behind.

This piece is pretty mild, mentions of blood and violence but in the past. Future themes will include non con, dub con, brainwashing, kidnapping, Torture, NOT FROM JAVI but some too Javi. I will not be lableing every single warning as to not spoil things.Proceed with caution.

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Javier held a screaming baby. He was not good with children.

"You are so fucking bad at this." Steve grumbles, but reaches out for the child. Poor thing was here for the shootout. He would need to go to the hospital, but only to check his hearing. Miraculously, the child was unharmed.

Javi passes the screaming bundle off to Steve, and the baby almost immediately begins to calm down. "You'd think intel could warn us there is a child around, kid could've gotten shot."

"Social services got called for this little guy, can't take this one home. Me and Connie are at our capacity for orphans right now." When he saw a high ponytail bouncing past the window, he knew who got sent over. Of course it was her, no one else wanted to be scene at Narco's properties with the DEA. "Hey Javi, your little crush is here."

"Hm?" Javi looks up just in time to see her. Fuck, did the sun have to set behind her just as she walked in the door? Did it have to create a golden halo around her, making her look as angelic as she was? Did she really have to flutter over here, pushing past agents and not minding blood at her feet, making a beeline to the baby in Steve's arms?

Did her face have to capture every bit of his attention? "Ohhhhh pobrecito! Esta bien, estas seguro ahora, te tengo... te tango..." Marisol looked up at Javi and Steve, more serious now but kind none the less. "Can you please tell me everything you know right now? I wanna get him somewhere safe and comfortable as soon as possible."

"Si, claro" Javi assured and asked Steve to finish the investigation while he filled Marisol in. Steve gave him a smirk, and it took everything in Javi not to flip him off. He ushered Marisol and the baby outside, away from the blood and bodies to tell her what he could about the child, whose he was, so on.

As she apprached her car and Javi spoke, Marisol instructed him to open her trunk where he found a few car seats.

"Pull out the car seat for me, would you please?" She requested, arms full.

There were at least 4 in there. "Uhhhhh which one?"

"The one for babies, Señior." There was a slight tease in her voice.

Javier stood up, two hands on his hips. "Señorita Muñoz, babies are Murphy's deal, not mine. I don't know what kind of car seat that baby needs." He felt a little bad for snapping, but she just chuckled.

"The one of the far left, doubles as a baby carrier."

"Ah. Ya lo veo." He took it out, set it in and tried to buckle it, but was once again lost.

"Move, move" She nudged him but not unkindly. She spoke soft and clear. Marisol placed the baby, now ready to sleep it seems, in the carrier. Javier averted his eyes to not stare at her ass, but when he looked up he saw Steve grinning at him from the porch. There, he flipped him off.

She climbed out of the car and shelter shut the door. It was there he saw the tiredness in her eyes. She worked hard for the children.

"Gracias, señor Pena."

"Please, just call me Javi. We see enough of each other you might as well." He liked that that made her smile. He watched her slide into the car, skirt brushing her knees where he noticed more light patches Javier leaned into the car. "And thank you, for all you do for Colombia's children, Mariposa. It doesn't go unnoticed"

When she smiled up at him, it felt like he was the only man in the world

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I don't do tag lists for individual one shots anymore, but I still do for series!Will start once school ends and I finish blessed be the fruit! Im trying to have MAX 2 dark series and 2 normal series lmfao so im tryna clean up.

Again this WILL BE A DARK DARK THEME but JAvi isnt dark. well i mean he's javi and it's narcos, but he is not dark to reader. Yes, this is also a pablo x oc fic okay, not my fault he's hot

Comment if you want to be tagged!

this series and ROF will be my focus. puppy girl and guard dog will come when inspiration hits, if ever

as always, thank you for love and support <3

Marisol piccrews for reference

#javier pena #pablo escobar #narcos #narcos fanfiction #pablo escobar fanfiction #dark narcos #dark fanfiction #non con #javier pena smut #pablo escobar smut #narcos smut #javier pena x oc #fem oc #latino oc #Mariposa

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flashhwing · 19 days

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may be getting a cat but the main consideration is whether I can afford his prescription diet but on the other hand I am a firm believer in giving ur animals the Best Food so the prescription diet is honestly only a little more than i probably would’ve paid anyway. hmmmmmm

#it’s to help with urinary blockages #altho in addition to the food that means probably more frequent vet bills as well #I also like. since I am now Approved with this shelter I can ask about other cats as well #I am not locked into this one #however. I have spent a good amount of time scouring their site and it looks like most of their cats are either special needs or senior #(am not against adopting senior cats but I want my first cat to not guaranteed be going to die in a few years)#honestly. guy who need special food and anxiety pills for transitional periods seems fairly low maintenance as far as special needs go #and for the anxiety like. I can relate buddy. we in this together #this has been a post

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amazinlei · 9 months

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CAN’T HAVE SHIT IN THIS WORLD!!!!!

FLY HIGH, TINY TATER TOT!

I’m gonna name Sprigatito after this amazing lil grump. 🥺🥺

#this fanart tribute and the cat mama that fostered him making a donation for the shelter they work out is making me sob #I actually found this out yesterday through tiktok #I know how invested we all get in kittens that have physical ailments and disabilities #I've dealt with that a few times myself and it's never easy #especially with how attached social media gets to our cat celebrities :(#go hug your kitties and for those who don't have a cat but want to adopt one #open up your hearts!! look at those older disabled cats! they always get passed up over cute kittens #and some have health issues and need that personal love!#anyway I saw the art of tater tot's little bootie casts leaving and unwrapping his legs as he runs into the light and it still brings tears #I wish klootzak liked snuggling so had a cat to hug after reading this #gonna go look at soft things and hold a plushie to dry my eyes #animal death //#tater tot the cat

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vitiateoriginator · 2 years

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Before, my datemate and I were considering adopting a second cat once we move into our new apartment but now we're thinking about getting a dog instead 👀

#I'd personally like to adopt from a shelter #but my datemate suggested we either get a corgi or shiba inu instead #I've been doing a fuck ton of research on the two (dogs are my biggest special interest so this has been incredibly fun)#and we're starting to lean towards getting a cardigan welsh corgi #Im still interested in adoption tho so if I can't persuade my datemate that adopting a shelter mutt is better #I'd like to look into corgi rescues and see if we can get our new baby that way #save a life and give a dog a second chance yknow?#especially with how shady a lot breeders are its probably a little safer going this route #investing our love a d time helping a dog who needs a home vs buying a puppy who could potentially be coming from a bad place #that isn't to say I won't be doing a shit ton of research and investigation if we decide to adopt thru a breeder instead #if we do I will be asking to know and see the dog's family history of illnesses finding out death ages of related dogs #as well as insisting upon meeting the puppy in person along with their littermates and mother to see their conditions and their living spac #I will also do online research of the breeder themself and perhaps get in contact with other adopters of dogs they've sold #to see if any issues have been found with dogs from previous litters #my datemate's mom is also a dog trainer/groomer and former show dog owner and breeder so she has connections #and will be able to help us find someone who adopts out clean healthy puppies #she might also help us with training (which I will rightly compensate her for. we aren't moochers)#sp if we do shop instead pf adopt it will be done responsibly #but we're not that far yet. we aren't even 100% sure about getting a dog #rn this is all hypothetical #sam's rants about life

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jimingyue · 4 months

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Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

🪤 m0usetrap01 Follow

as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

🐟 tunafeesh Follow

also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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🍃 naturalliving Follow

BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

🐰 evil-tabbystripes Follow

evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

👬🏻 nyasunaruenjoyer Follow

Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

#long post #cat #fake dashboard #unreality #dashboard simulator

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verstappen-cult · 7 days

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GWEN’S RADIO MESSAGE. I saw the notification and ran to Instagram only to find these photos. And when I tell you that I couldn’t stop looking at them for at least five minutes. . . so, you know I had to write a silly little drabble.

You come home after your early pilates class to find Charles snuggling with a puppy on the carpet in the living room, cushions perfectly scattered around to simulate a comfortable bed. When Charles sees you standing there with a puzzled look on your face, he just pouts, hugging the little dog tightly against his chest, and looks at you from beneath his eyelashes.

“What is that?” You ask, eyebrows raised. You know what is is, you simply don’t know what is a dog doing in your apartment when you don’t have any pets.

Charles cheeks are colored a light pink when he says, “Remember that time you said how much you wanted a puppy?”

“That was ages ago!”

“But look at him!” Charles grabs the puppy with both hands and shows him to you just like that scene in The Lion King with Simba being presented to all the animals in the kingdom. “Look at those eyes! We can’t send him back to the shelter.”

The dog isn’t even looking at you, too busy licking your boyfriend’s hand.

But Charles is right.

You can’t send him back to the shelter when you can give him a better life. And is not like you are actually mad that he decided to adopt a dog without your consent, it’s more about the surprise to see him lying on the carpet in his $2,000 white designer sweater with a dog, when in the past he’s gotten angry when you haven’t hung it up how it is supposed to hung.

You drop your bag and take off your shoes to join him on the floor. The little guy jumps from his hand and walks over to you, sniffing your hands and giving you side eyes until he feels safe enough to climb in your lap and let you hold him.

“Aren’t you cute,” You say, giving his little head a kiss. “I guess we need to give him a name, no?”

“About that,” Charles plays with a dog toy to avoid looking at you. “I already named him.”

You huff, “Of course you did.” You can’t be mad, not when Charles looks so shy and happy with the cute puppy walking around and exploring his new home. “What is his name?”

“Leo Leclerc.” He says it so proud, the corners of his mouth curling up that you can’t help but smile too.

“It suits him.” You agree, leaning closer to Charles. He immediately opens his arms for you and you rest your head on his chest, looking at Leo trying to climb on the sofa. “You’re a dog dad now, Charlie.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t asked you before adopting him,” He turns his head to get a better look at you. “and I’m sorry I used you wanting a puppy as an excuse when in reality I feel in love with him the second I saw him through the window.” Leo walks back to you and finds comfort between Charles legs. “I don’t want him to be just mine. I want him to be ours.”

You sit up, eyes looking between Charles and, what is now, your puppy. Your boyfriend looks expectantly, waiting for an answer that comes in the form of a squeak and a kiss.

“I can’t believe you went to get groceries and ended up adopting a dog.”

“About that,” Charles scratches the back of his neck nervously and you know what he’s about to say. “I saw him and forgot about everything else! But I can go to the grocery store this afternoon. He needs more toys, after all.”

“Oh, he’s gonna be so spoiled!”

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x you

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drtanner · 2 months

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There's a very specific pattern of events that occurs with every new medium or platform. Every single one, without fail. It goes like this:

A new medium/platform arises.

Sex workers and pornographers, having been chased away from the platform/medium they were using previously, adopt the new medium/platform and become its pioneers.

The sex workers and pornographers popularise the new medium/platform. Lots of other people start to use it, too!

The owners of the medium/platform are making lots of money now. They decide that they don't need the sex workers and pornographers anymore.

The owners of the medium/platform make new rules that make sex work and pornography forbidden there. The sex workers and pornographers are chased away.

Once the pornographers and sex workers are gone, the medium/platform can market itself as respectable and becomes appealing to mainstream audiences. It becomes very popular.

The new people who have come to the medium/platform are painfully normal and very sheltered. In order to make the medium/platform more comfortable for themselves, they start to chase away other "undesireables" too, e.g., queer people, PoC, religious minorities, etc., etc..

The owners of the medium/platform allow this, if they aren't already actively encouraging it themselves, because they're making lots of money now and undesirables are broke.

Anyone who offends the delicate sensibilities of the medium/platform's main cohort of users is now being chased away, with the blessing of the medium/platform's owners.

Oh no. This is a Nazi bar now.

Meanwhile, having been chased away from the medium/platform, the sex workers and pornographers are looking for somewhere to go.

A new medium/platform arises.

Sex workers and pornographers, having been chased away from the medium/platform they were using previously, adopt the new medium/platform and become its pioneers.

Rinse, repeat.

This has been true for every medium/platform since the advent of fucking VHS, if not film itself or even earlier; indeed, many pioneer towns were built up around brothels that were later legislated out of existence when they weren't needed anymore. It's a betrayal that plays out again and again every time a new medium or platform comes up and grows popular enough to stand without the sex workers and pornographers who made it so.

For all of us who are currently searching desperately for a new medium or platform that won't eventually betray us in this way, good luck. 💜

#Tanner talks

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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months

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DC x DP: Dog Walker

Danny needs someone to walk his dog.

He had been in Gotham for about five months when it became apparent he needed companionship.

Ever since Clockwork and Frostbite came to the same decision to move Danny to a new universe for his health- his core was deteriorating due to his obsession being fulfilled as Amity Park was safe, and everyone was ready to grow up and move on.

So Danny moved to a rough city in a harsh universe so that the danger could help his core restart his obsession.

The first few weeks were fine; he even found work as a computer program designer that allowed him to work from home thanks to his universe's advanced technology, but soon, he struggled with loneliness and homesickness—that was where his dog came into the picture.

He adopted Equinox- Nox for short- from the local shelter, and while Nox was a mutt with unknown parents, Danny had no trouble taking care of him.

That was until he accepted a job offer at Wayne Enterprise, and his work hours shifted from remote work seven days a week to four days. He wasn't stimulating Equinox properly by keeping him inside the three days he was out and his poor boy was suffering from it.

This could have easily be solved with a pet sitter or just a dog walker but this is Gotham. Danny knows he picked this place for its constant danger to keep his obsession active but he just wasn't expecting Gotham to be so...much.

He had a panic attack just thinking about what would happened to Nox if he trusted just anyone to take care of him.

Nox is the only living being that is under his Protection. It went against his very Instincts to not find someone he trusted utterly to walk him.

Danny checks his phone to see Nox peaceful sleeping in his doggy bed and sighs. His boy has been sleeping more and more lately, losing his bright spark.

"Whats wrong Danny?" Karla, one of the Office interns, asks from where she is walking along side him.

"Nothing, it's just my dog needs to go for a walk, and I'm not there to give him one." He says, turning the screen. "I wish I can have some one walk hin for me-"

"Understood. I shall pick up your dog tomorrow, Fenton," a tiny voice cuts in. The two turn around only to look down at the green eyes of Damian Wayne. His bosses' son and brother. Oh boy.

"Ugh, I'm sorry?" He blinks as the youngest, Wayne thrusts a piece of paper at him. Danny has no choice but to hesitantly takes the paper. On it is a professional if short resume belonging to Damian that highlights his skillset and community service.

"Father has informed me of the family tradition started by our Pennyworth. Every Wayne gets a part-time job from twelve to grow character." The boy says, hands behind him and back straight, appearing every bit his status. Also, it is like a little kid trying to appear as an adult. Danny found it kind of cute, and it reminded him of Jazz. "I have multiple experiences with animals, as you can see from volunteering at the local shelters. My fees for my services are also meager and would surely not be difficult to cover."

Danny's core turned cold, but not in the wrong way. It was a cooling sensation he had associated with a fun day of either a snowball fight or the fresh first fall. He knew he could trust the boy.

"You know what? Yeah I love it if you walked my dog. In fact would you be interested in being a dog sitter?"

The boy's green eyes brightened with childish glee, but he tried to remain serious. Danny's heart melted at the sight. Oh, he should call Jazz soon. "That would be most acceptable."

Unknown to Danny, Karla, or Damian, Dick Grayson watched the trio as his brother handed one of the most mysterious employees a resume. Now, why would Fenton want to be close to Damian?

Over the last few months, people have been trying to take advantage of Damian because they thought his brother stupid for his mixed blood, just as they did when Bruce first took him in.

Danny doesn't mind Alfred's rule to find a part-time job to help teach them values, but he finds people aren't as kind as they should be. He'll have to keep an eye on this Danny Fenton.

Maybe he can help co-sit his dog.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Dog walker #part 1 #death defying #Danny is sus for thinking Damain adorable right off the bat #but its because he reminds me him of Jazz

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incorrectbatfam · 6 months

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Tim and stpeh’s top ten patrol fails

——— (10) ———

Tim and Steph: *chained together*

Two-Face: *monologues*

Tim: *picks the lock*

Steph, whispering: Free me first.

Tim: Why?

Steph: Just do it.

Tim: *frees her*

Steph: *sprints past Two-Face to the bathroom*

——— (9) ———

Steph: I'm closing in on the museum. Where are you?

Tim: ETA one minute.

Steph: Alright, I'm doing a quick perimeter check. Doesn't seem like there's much happening here.

Tim: Where are you? I don't see you. And this entire gallery looks deserted.

Steph: I've never heard anyone call a science museum a gallery.

Tim: Science? I'm at the modern art museum.

Steph: Red?

Tim: Yeah?

Steph: We're both at the wrong place, aren't we?

——— (8) ———

Tim and Steph: *tied to chairs*

Ivy: I gave the city ONE REASONABLE DEMAND and they—

Steph: *scoots her chair*

Ivy: —but all they cared about was—

Steph: *scoots her chair*

Ivy: So now I'm going to make them pay for—what are you doing?

Steph, biting an apple: ...

Tim: She gets snacky.

——— (7) ———

[on a stakeout]

Tim, stifling a yawn: What time is it?

Steph: Half past one. Still nothing on the drop site. If you need some shut eye you can tell me.

Tim: Nah, I'll just use my phone.

Steph: *peers over his shoulder*

Steph: You're reading an adopted by Batman AU?

Tim: ...I was hacked. Just right now.

——— (6) ———

Steph: I could use a little backup.

Tim, shooting his grapple: I'm on my way. How many are there?

Steph: Four, though I bet more are hiding.

Tim: In that case, we better get you out of there instead of wasting time.

Tim: *swings by*

Tim: Grab on.

Steph: *grabs his legs and pulls his pants down*

——— (5) ———

Tim: What should I call my next contingency plan?

Steph: Fuck if I know.

[later]

Barbara: Alright, Tim, let's review your plan for...

Barbara: *squints*

Barbara: Everybody leave. I want to talk to Tim alone.

——— (4) ———

Tim: I'm not so sure about my disguise.

Steph, dressed like the 1980s: It's an 80s-themed roller derby. No way you can mess that up.

Tim: *shows up dressed like the 1880s*

Steph: I stand corrected.

——— (3) ———

Steph: You need to put that computer down. Have a Batburger.

Tim: No. I've almost got it. And don't try to distract me 'cause I've seen everything.

Steph, whispering under her breath: You haven't seen Superboy.

Kon: You called?

Tim: Oh for crying out loud.

——— (2) ———

Tim: *driving the Batmobile*

Steph: Hey, what does this button do?

Tim: NO DON'T THAT—

Steph: *hits the button*

Tim: *gets ejected*

——— (1) ———

Steph: Another successful patrol, if I say so myself.

Tim: All in a night's work.

Bruce: Where's Damian?

Tim: Huh?

Bruce: You were supposed to watch him.

Steph: Pfft, we knew that. He's right... uh...

Tim: We're just gonna—

Tim and Steph: *hop in the car and speed away*

——— (Honorable mention) ———

Steph: No sign of Robin at the dog shelter either. Did you locate his tracker?

Tim: It's offline. Best case scenario he just disabled it, but...

Steph: Oh God, we are in so much trouble.

Tim: Any other ideas?

Steph: Nope. I'm gonna get a drink of water real quick.

Steph: *goes into a store*

Steph: *comes back out with Damian*

Steph: Guess who I found trying to buy a butterfly knife?

Tim: I'll update Batman.

Tim, on the phone: Hey B, guess what?

Damian: *snatches the phone*

Damian: They abandoned me in Crime Alley!

Bruce: Red Robin, Spoiler, you're cleaning the lockers when you get back.

Tim: No wait—

Damian: *hangs up*

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lovverletters · 10 months

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aaah yay!! i wanted to ask if u could either do a yandere x yandere reader or like a bunny/cat/fox/puppy etc boy x reader! i hope u like the ideas x

Yandere! Bunny Hybrid X Reader

A/N : tysm for requesting! Hope you like this mwa mwa

T/W : Obsessive behaviour, mentioned of self harm, yandere behaviour, etc

«────── « ⋅ʚ🐰ɞ⋅ » ──────»

🐰Yandere! Bunny Hybrid who you met at the hybrid shelter when you were looking for a friend for your Neko Hybrid, Leo.

🐰Yandere! Bunny Hybrid who you thought of adopting at first but hold off the thought after seeing Leo's reaction to you smelling like another hybrid. They're really possessive of you!

🐰Yandere! Bunny Hybrid who you grew close to after volunteering at the shelter because your friend had asked you to. You learned his name is Lyod, his likes and dislikes as you care for him throughout your time at the shelter.

🐰Yandere! Bunny Hybrid who with each day passing by, Lyod and you had formed a tight bond together. He refused to be taken care of by any other worker or volunteers, he only ever listened to you. He's really devoted to you, you know?

🐰Yandere! Bunny Hybrid who begged for you to adopt him as your volunteering period came to an end. Please don't leave him here all alone! Not after all those times you've spent with him! He can't live without you!

"Please..! I just wanted to be yours!"

🐰Yandere! Bunny Hybrid whom you finally adopt after your friend reported that he has stopped eating and taking care of himself after you left. When you brought him home, unsurprisingly, your Neko hybrid was not pleased at all.

🐰Yandere! Bunny Hybrid who actively steal you away from Leo and always almost dies doing it. Demanding cuddles, kisses and your attention 24/7. Please give him more attention cause if you don't, he's going to cry and resort to unconventional way of getting your attention.

🐰 "Why are you tied up you ask, Master? Well, you've been paying attention to that annoying furball and not me! I think you need to repay me with some 'special' attention, Master.."

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#yandere x reader #tw: yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #gender neutral reader #yandere male #yandere headcanons

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vampcubus · 1 year

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𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro, tanjiro, and zenitsu.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : reader is implied to be fem, the term "wife" is used!

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— As much as pet names make his heart soar, he melts when you call him by his first name. The tender way your lips form around each syllable as if his name was something so dear to you. It makes his stomach flip every time you utter it. Kyojuro. Kyojuro. Kyojuro~ nothing sets his heart ablaze quite like your adoring voice echoing his name back to him.

— He’s Rengoku to most that know him, big brother to Senjuro, but to you he’s just Kyojuro. Your Kyojuro.

— However, there are some pet names that get those butterflies going: my love, honey, baby—something about being called baby makes him soften visibly. He gets that wet smile on his face and big eyes that say, Yes that’s me.

— He really really likes it when you call him “husband” there’s something so domestic and coy about it that makes his heart flutter.

“Husbanddd, I require your assistance!” You often shout to him from the other room when you need help with something, and whether it’s simply a dish from a high shelf or a piece of furniture that needs to be moved, he pops his head into the room with an enthusiastic “Yes, wife!?”

(He especially likes it if you aren’t married yet, so when you teasingly call him “husband” it sounds like a promise.)

— Kyojuro has a multitude of pet names for you! He thinks your name is beautiful but he only calls you it when he’s feeling serious. Prepare to adopt second names by the day.

— Names such as: my love, my flame, my heart’s fire, darling flame, my heart.

— And if he’s feeling particularly syrupy? He'll sing out names like sunflower and sunshine. cus you’re the ever-glimmering light of his life 🥺

— Everything that comes out of this man’s mouth sounds like a declaration of love.

— Another one he’s fond of is little flame.

“I’m not so little!“ you’d proclaim, making a face as he pats your head affectionately.

“Compared to me you are!” he’d laugh with his whole chest, teeth showing as he tosses his head back in glee.

— And even if you’re taller than him (which I’m sure he’d find incredibly enchanting, being able to rest his head on your shoulder and standing on his tippy toes to kiss you) you’re still his cute little flame.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— He’s pure as they come when it comes to romance; shy but loyal to a fault! Tanjiro is a little clueless on how to go about the whole relationship business being so sheltered, all of his knowledge of courting rituals and such he observed from his parents (and they weren’t around very long to teach him 💀)

— Tanjiro honestly loves to call you by your name. He thinks it’s pretty and suits you perfectly. It took a great deal of conditioning to convince him it was alright to call you by your first name. To call you by your first name feels like an honor, so naturally, he’d want to utter it as often as you’d allow.

— You can’t help but love the way he almost whispers it like a precious secret between you. His gentle voice always takes on an adoring quality when he says your name, every syllable honeyed and reverent.

— Tanjiro’s pet names are sickeningly sweet things like: sweetheart, flower, beautiful, and petal.

Nothing better than waking up to his kind gaze already trained on you, a muttered “good morning, beautiful.” against your temple as you’re still stirring from sleep. He gets that lovesick puppy look on his face when you reply with, “good morning to you too, handsome.”

— Tanjiro would let you call him anything you wanted, no matter how silly. You can’t go wrong with a cute shortening of his name like Tanji or a simple “my love” if you’re feeling sappy—and with such a loving partner as Tanjiro, wouldn’t you? He loves you so passionately it’s hard not to let the syrupy pet names fall like rain when he looks at you like that.

— His favorite though? Honey. Something about it just makes his brain turn to mush, he’d do anything for you when you call him that.

“Tanjiro honey, the bathroom door’s stuck shut again!” You’d holler, bouncing a fussing child with one hand and trying to pry the stubborn door open with the other.

He’s at your side in seconds, wrenching the door open with considerable force. You sigh in relief, smiling when you feel his lips against your cheek, and watch as he shushes your child by simply stroking a thumb over their forehead.

“Thank you, honey,” you sighed, planting your own kiss to your husband’s cheek. He only beams, holding the door open for you and scooping your child into his own arms to let you have some much-needed alone time.

𝐙𝐄𝐍��𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— I think it’s pretty obvious that Zenitsu is an avid pet name enjoyer, both giving and receiving!

— He struggles not to shorten your name or replace it entirely with sugary pet names before you’re even official. And once you are irrevocably his? Prepare to forget your real name because you’ll never hear it from him again. Y/n? Who’s that?

— Your new names include: dearest, my love, sweetie, angel, peach blossom, sugar, honey—the list goes on and on!

— His pet names only get sillier and sappier, but you’ll never have a dull moment with him that’s for sure. Zenitsu also uses the silly ones to make you laugh and can you blame him? It's his favorite sound <3

— Zenitsu doesn’t expect you to pick up his habit and start calling him your own sweet names.

— The first time you called him sweetheart his head whipped around so fast, eyes sparkling as he looked left and right, pointing to himself to ensure you were speaking to him. And when you nod he nearly bursts into joyous tears, fists clinging onto your kimono. It’s the first time he’d been given a sweet name, he can’t help blubbering his approval into your clothes.

— Zenitsu turns to mush before your eyes for any pet names, but his personal favorites to be called are: sweetheart (he melts every time), my love, my heart, and baby—that name in particular makes him get all misty-eyed and following after you like a puppy (another name I HIGHLY recommend calling him)

— Definitely soft for being called “husband.” it reminds him that he’s found someone that isn’t going to give up on him. No matter how many times he cries or falters; you’ll always be right there by his side. And then of course being married is his ultimate fantasy, so he can’t help but puff up with pride when you refer to him as your husband.

— Call him “pretty boy” and he’ll actually die. local man found dead in the marketplace after being called pretty by his own wife.

— it gets to a point where he grimaces when you use his actual name like who tf is Zenitsu? He’s sweetheart? He’s baby? 🤨

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #tanjiro x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #agatsuma zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x reader #kny x reader #kny headcanons #female reader #fem!reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons

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evandarya · 1 year

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Prompt fill from the Discord server. This one is courtesy of @tourettesdog

Prompt where Danny keeps showing up like a stray cat at various hero's houses. He just comes and goes and they never know when he'll show up next. He's just this like pseudo-adopted child who will come over for dinner, crash on the couch, and he's gone by morning. No amount of research will tell them who he is past the limited information he's given them

The various heroes are unaware that his stray cat range wanders so far until someone mentions him at a JL meeting and all hell breaks loose.

There's eventually an intervention

Stray Cat Danny

Clark had just got home when he noticed the heartbeat on the fire escape two floors above him. As far as he knew, that apartment was empty, so it couldn't be the residents going out for a smoke. It was weird, very strange, and not his business.

He tried to leave it alone, but the heartbeat stayed on the fire escape for a few hours. Every now and again Clark would hear whoever it was shift, but other than that they stayed quiet. Again, weird, but not his business.

Until it started to snow right when Clark was about to start dinner.

He was just going to make sure whoever it was had somewhere warm to stay. Maybe direct them to a shelter. Clark opened the window and looked up, there was a dark bundle, worryingly still, on the fire escape.

"Excuse me?" Clark called. The bundle shifted but whoever it is didn't respond. Clark grumbled and made his way up to them, squatting down a few feet away.

"Are you alright?"

The bundle shifted, revealing one blue eye and a tuft of back hair.

"''m fine" a young male voice answered. The blue eye closed.

"You know it's going to snow tonight. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in a shelter than on a fire escape."

"They're full." The boy answered. "All both of them."

Only two shelters for all of Metropolis? That can't be right. Clark looked up to the sky, the snow was starting to come down and he could swear it had gotten colder since he'd been out here. He couldn't leave the kid out here to freeze.

"How about you stay the night at my place? My couch is pretty comfortable, and I'm making beef stew for dinner, Ma's recipe." He let a bit of his Kansas accent show through. Hoping the country accent would put the boy more at ease. He was watching him now with both eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Did your Ma ever teach you about stranger danger?" The kid asked.

"Not exactly. She taught me to help people out if they need it. Did your Ma teach you stranger danger?"

"No," the boy said, "my mom taught me to put a full-grown man on the ground if I needed to."

That surprised Clark into laughing. "Well, you won't need to with me. What do you say you come inside?"

The boy watched him for another second before shivering violently and glaring at the sky.

"Yeah, alright. Just one night."

"I'm Clark, by the way," Clark said as he closed the window behind the kid.

"Danny." The kid said. He was rooted to the spot just a few steps into the apartment, eyes scanning the room.

"It's nice to meet you, Danny." Clark held out his hand to shake, but Danny didn't take it. After an awkward second Clark cleared his throat. "Uh. The stew is going to be a little while. You're welcome to the laundry and shower if you need it." Danny was pretty clean, but there was visible dirt on his face and clothes. "I might have some clothes my nephew forgot that you're welcome to." Dick was bigger than Danny for sure, but he was closer to Danny's size than Clark was.

Danny gave him a long look, before shrugging off his backpack. "Sure. Might as well."

Clark left to go get the clothes while Danny loaded some of his clothes and blankets in the washer. Once he presented the tee shirt and sweatpants Danny disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared he was scrubbed clean, his cheeks rosy either from the hot water or scrubbing.

Danny was even smaller than Clark was expecting. He was downright scrawny. Dick's shirt hung off Danny's shoulders, and Clark could clearly see his collarbones. This kid was not getting nearly enough to eat. Well, he was going to tonight if Clark had anything to say about it.

"The stew should be ready in about half an hour. Feel free to make yourself at home." Clark said. He expected Danny to sit on the couch and watch TV, but instead, Danny found his home office. it wasn't more than a desk with his work laptop on it and some of Clark's better pieces and awards framed and tacked to the wall above it.

"You're Clark Kent, the reporter?" Danny asked, eyes switching between the wall and Clark.

"That's me," Clark said. "You know my work?"

"I read your piece on metahuman and alien rights last year. It was good."

"Thanks. I really liked working on that piece."

"Did you always want to be a writer?"

"uh. No. When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut." Clark said, stirring the stew. Danny snorted. "What's funny?"

"Nothing," Danny said, taking a seat at the little kitchen table. "I wanted to be an astronaut, too."

"Yeah? You still could." Clark said.

"Nah. It's hard to be an astronaut without a high school diploma. What made you change to writing?"

"I went through a few different career paths before I landed on journalism."

"Do you like it?"

"I do. I like uncovering the truths people try to hide." Clark said. "You'd make a decent journalist, I'd think. Half of it is just asking the right questions."

Clark served up the stew into two bowls and brought them over to the table with some rolls and butter. "I don't have much in the way of drinks, is water okay?"

"Water would be great, thanks."

They ate in relative silence, Danny was too focused on his food to ask more questions. After they ate Danny nodded off on the couch almost as soon as he sat down. Clark couldn't bring himself to wake him up, so he just covered him with a blanket from the linen closet and headed to his own room.

Maybe in the morning he could make Danny pancakes or waffles and get him some new gloves and a jacket. The question was what to do after that? He didn't want to drop Danny off at a shelter, and taking him to the police would only destroy whatever trust he had gained with the boy. At the same time, he only had a one-bedroom apartment. He couldn't keep Danny here. Clark sighed. He'd have to talk to Danny in the morning and see what he wanted to do.

When Clark woke up he was greeted by the silence of the apartment and it took him a few minutes to figure out why that was wrong. There should be another heartbeat. Fearing the worst, Clark rushed into the living room to find it empty.

The blanket and clothes Danny had used had been neatly folded and placed on the back of the couch, along with a handwritten thank you note.

How did Danny leave without him hearing? Moreover, how'd he leave with the doors and windows still locked?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc comics #dp x dc #crossover #fanfic #clark kent #superman #dc x dp #evandarya writes #stray cat danny fenton #stray cat danny

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moonstruckme · 1 month

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hello!!!! i hope you’re having a lovely day or night when u see this ! can i request sirius where reader is sensitive and very often just needs a tight hug and back rub through the day, and he’s sooo understanding about it and gives her all she needs

just lots of domestic fluff (maybe a drop of hurt/comfort if you’re feeling it)

feel free to ignore as always :3

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 562 words

It’s just a few minutes after Sirius hears the shower shut off that you’re padding into the living room, wrapped in a towel and arms spread entreatingly. Sirius knows better by now than to let himself get too twisted up about it; he sets the top he’s cropping aside and lets you crawl into his lap. Your wet hair is cold and heavy against his neck.

“What’s gotten into your head, huh?” he asks, pushing his palms into your upper back the way he knows you like. You sigh in response. “I told you you’ve got to stop taking showers. You do too much thinking in there.”

You laugh, but it’s clearly an effort. Your arms constrict together around his shoulders, and Sirius often gets this feeling around you. The urge to put your tender heart in a protective casing and carry it with him everywhere to keep it safe.

He gives you an affectionate jostling. “Out with it,” he demands.

Another sigh, heavier than the last. “I was just thinking about that cat we saw in the shelter.” There’s a downward slope to your voice that Sirius doesn’t like. You squish your face further into his neck. “I just can’t imagine what life is like for him with no eyes.”

Sirius hums, rubbing your back firmly. “I’m sure he’s happy with his new owner.”

“Yeah, but he must be so confused.” You pull away from his shoulder, sniffling.

And Sirius’ apartment is dim, but the frail threads of sunlight still sneaking in through the blinds lay themselves down across your face just so that he can see the tormented glossiness in both of your eyes. He tsks, kissing your nose. Your melancholy only seems to worsen.

“Imagine you can’t see,” you choke out, “and you’ve got people making all this noise at you and touching you all the time. And the only thing you can do is cry to try and get someone’s attention. Wouldn’t you be scared?”

Sirius feels himself frowning. He loves your gentle soul, but he hates that it makes you more susceptible to these hurts. You’ll get your thoughts all tangled up in something like this, and then you won’t be able to relax or be content until you can forget about it. But Sirius likes to think that he knows you fairly well, and he’s got his own methods for helping you through it.

He has this spot memorized. The stretch of skin beneath your jaw and behind your ear, where if he slides his hand into place you’ll let loose a breath and melt against him like butter in the sun. He does it now, and your sigh fans warmly over the inside of his wrist, some of the tension sapping from your expression as you let your head rest in his palm.

Sirius runs his thumb over your jaw. “You’re not going to do him any good by worrying, sweetness,” he says softly. “I just think…the person who adopted him had to have really cared to take on all that responsibility. I’ll bet they love him a lot.”

You worry your lip, looking up at him uncertainly. “Enough to be patient with him even when he’s scared and crying?”

Sirius has to take care to keep his lips from twitching. He smears a kiss across your temple. “Yeah, baby.” He wonders what that’s like.

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vanillaberrychills · 2 months

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Hey hey so could you do f!bunnyreader with long floppy ears x Simon. smut please 🙏🏻

I need him so bad like it isn’t funny .

Anyways here’s a flower 🌹

of courseee thank you for the flower, amor🌹

this request has been in my mind all dayyyyy // gonna make it super long <3

not proof read ‼️ (hybrid post)

— Simon "bunny fuckin'" Riley.

Loved his sweet girl. His darling rabbit hybrid who he received on a reluctant whim. It all started a few weeks ago; pent up frustration from recruits and work finally caught up to him. After a heated and unnecessary argument left to a mission being compromised, Simon knew it was time for something to change.

He requested a month long leave for his mental health, using it he spent a lot of time at home, mostly doing absolutely nothing but rotting and going to the gym. On one of the lazy walks home from the gym he had locked eyes with a certain building.

"Hybrid Adoption Center!!"

Simon had heard of hybrids before, cute fluffy things that required some care and attention; people loved the sweet things. Though, the ones he was used to were the large predator hybrids sent to front lines of battle.

However, as Simon approached closer to the building he saw a particular advertisement of a girl, sweet and thick little thing. Big eyes and a fuzzy little outfit that complimented her long rabbit ears. A bunny girl.

Simon hummed in curiosity; he had heard of rabbit hybrids, usually swooped up by escort places as symbols of sex, so why wasn't this sweet little thing?

"Just a glance." Simon muttered to himself, entering the animal shop. The person at the front desk smile and waved.

"Hey there, can I get ya anything?"

"Yeah, the rabbit hybrid, do you allow for meetings with them, play dates or some'?" Simon was a gruff man that often spoke in a flat tone, so it was no surprise to him that the pet shop assistant shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

He scratched the back of his ear and glanced at a security monitor, it had a view of all the hybrids in their sweet enclosure, though Simon couldn't personally see the one he was looking for. The pet shop assistant chuckled, "Uhmm, she..bites a little bit, that okay?"

Simon nearly laughed, a rabbit biting had him that stressed out? "Not a problem."

After a moment of hesitance the pet shop owner grabbed a set of keys and gestured for Simon to follow. They walked down a long hall of rooms which had little "containers" for each special hybrid. At the very end of the hall way was a particularly interesting room.

Rather than a typical rabbit hutch environment, the room had pretty blankets, an open bag of treats on a table. And a large pillow fort. The pet shop assistant made a tongue clicking sound to call for the rabbit, to no response. "She's..a little shy."

Simon hummed in thought, walking around the area in curiosity, wondering how much money it took to run a place like this. How some hybrids were determined to live in captivity while others were able to support themselves.

All his thoughts were silenced when he crouched down to glance inside the little cushion den. There laid a sweet looking bunny girl who laid on her belly, her hands occupied with feeding herself some treats. Her chubby little cheeks munching on a lettuce leaf, little cheeks wiggling with delight. Until her eyes locked with Simon, growing wide and alert.

Simon could feel the presence of the pet shop assistant behind him, the young lad explaining, "Not a super verbal hybrid, and a bit aggressive. Don't take it personally if she doesn't approach."

With a lazy side glare from Simon, the pet shop assistant took it as a sign to shut the fuck up and leave. So he did, leaving Simon with the wiggling nosed bunny.

You.

You who spent most of your time in your little rabbit nest, finger fucking your own cunt all day to break out of your own heat. Were the most bratty, entitled little rabbit this shelter had had the pleasure of taking in. Any attempts at being bred led to you throwing fits, or attacking the pet shop assistants with bites and hits. For a prey hybrid, you were a mean little thing. Spoilt from getting you way.

You who, upon seeing this strange, brown eyed man with scars across his face and exposed muscled arms, felt a strange thump in your chest. The man before you extending a single hand toward you, your nose wiggling as you softly chuffed at his calloused hand.

Why should a pretty bunny girl touch such a rough hand like his? You would think, turning your head away with another chuffing noise. Simon would see that bratty look in your eyes and rasp out a low chuckle.

"Promise you, lovely, I can fix that little attitude of yours." Simon mostly teased the little rabbit, seeing if she could wiggle close to get a sniff of his fingers. You side eyed him slightly, your big floppy ears swaying and your feet kicking in the air behind you as you considered him.

With another small chuff you wiggled up, revealing the fluffy puffball of a tail that rested above your plump ass. Your face pressed against his fingers, sniffling and prodding his digits with your pink tongue.

Simon chuckled, this little rabbit was definitely a prize trophy for an admittedly shitty shelter like this. "Look at ya. I see your sticky fingers, love, such a lewd rabbit you are."

Your face flushed, the audacity he had to speak to you, but still, you were shy. Having been caught chewing your lettuce after a long fingering session. You slightly shied away from his hand as a response.

Simon tutted slightly, "No, no, darling. I know what you need. You need a good cock to fuck that little brat out of you. Don't ya?"

With a shameful and shy nod he took it as a sign to enter the nest. Barely enough space for him to fit, but based off the little huff of pride you exhaled, you probably wanted some praise for it. Simon reached a hand out, gently trailing his fingers up the back of your thigh, toying with the cheeks of your ass.

"Pretty little nest ya made here, rabbit." Simon rubbed your soft skin, appreciating the occasional stretch mark his fingerprints ridged against. A thick little rabbit you was bound to have some pretty little marks. Simon emitted a soft groan, his free hand gently rubbing your soft little rabbit ears between his finger.

And you? You were being so submissive, readily perking your ass up a bit to give him a better angle. He could see from your sloppy wetness. It was just too easy for Simon to slip in a thick finger and curl it against your favorite spots. Your toes curling immediately as you writhed on your fluffy blankets.

"Mmh, sweet girl, your scents all over the place. Such a naughty thing you are, wanting me to smell your arousal and come into your nest. Should punish ya so you don't do this with anyone else." One finger rammed into your throbbing cunt matched with a little spank to your ass. Simon definitely would work the brat out of you.

And after he would do so, he'd probably take you in as his personal little cock sleeve, perfectly capable of bouncing up and down his cock so you could be properly filled. Much better than you cluelessly ramming your fingers in yourself.

One step at a time though, and that was prepping your cunt for his cock. Easy enough, since you probably spent all day cummin into your blankets and fingers. It was so blatant by how flushed and swollen your flesh was, each little wiggle and part of a finger earned a sincere whine and writhe that made Simon groan.

"Just one more finger and I'll give it to you, m'kay love?" Simon cooed as he rammed two fingers in, he was so ruthless! Speaking to you so sweetly while absolutely bullying your lower end. Sloppy sex noises filling your nest as you panted and whimped. Your vision started blurring as you felt a steaming hot build up, so close to cumming; but with this cruel inconsistent rhythm, you doubted he would allow you.

And you were right. The moment you were about to release, he pulled his sticky fingers out, admiring the glistening liquid that created a slick web between his fingers. Simon chuckled as you huffed and panted, remembering how to breath but etill frustrated at the lack of completion.

"Wouldn't he fair it all I did was reward you." Simon teased lazily, unbuckling and adjusting his pants. Your tilted your head back to catch a glimpse after the sound of a zipper, and fuck were you pleasantly suprised. A fat, meaty cock that already pearled up with precum, begging entrance to your cunt. Promises dripped out from its slit, promises to fill you up and breed you like the little rabbit prey you were. He gently curled your ears against his fingers, teasing you a bit as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

So hard and swollen your clit was from his thick and meaty fingers. Your hips humped the air a bit, cunt clenching a bit, a little show to encourage him to fuck you. A show Simon couldn't ignore as he pinned you down from behind and absolutely rammed his cock in and out.

Simon was a complete bully to your drooling hole, using it in a way of utter ruin. With they way he slammed and came into you that day, it was no wonder he took you in just to fuck. Your cunt was too ruined for any other handler. Specially shaped just for Simon.

Sweet little rabbit like you. Perfect for him to blow off some steam during his little vacation <3

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty ghost #cod ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #ghost smut #vanillaberrychills fic request #vanillaberrychillsrequests #vanillaberrychills❗#cw: hybrid

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15minlatewithbatbucks · 11 months

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It's forty minutes into the latest state of the company press conference and Bruce has had to mute his mic entirely to avoid being turned into a meme AGAIN for sighing too much at his own event. For all that he's spent almost 20 years coaching his own children on not making scenes, he's really not much better. It's hot and he doesn't want to be here. His ribs hurt. He's tired. He's hungry. He's every excuse Dick or Jason have trotted out over the years.

(Tim understands company manners and can almost always be trusted to stick it out as long as he's allowed to vent his frustrations afterwards. He's recently taken to smashing ugly thrifted dishes. Stephanie and Damian have been collecting any ceramic not entirely pulverized and turning them into pavers for Alfred's garden.)

(Bruce gave up after Tim. He really only needs one kid to tag along to social events. If the kid start to outnumber him they start getting IDEAS.)

His distraction is why it takes two very rude repetitions of his name for him to take notice at the young reporter pushing his way to the front. Lucius stands, cutting off the project manager currently presenting and speaks into the mic.

"Please keep hold all questions until the end of the presentation, thank you."

"Mr. Wayne," the reporter tries again and Bruce waves away Lucius's further protests.

"Can I help you?" He asks, smiling with the full force of Brucie Wayne's charm behind it. It's been awhile since his last scandal, but if the press is inventing drama then it's less work for him.

The man holds up a photograph almost accusingly. He reeks of gotcha journalism.

Bruce squints towards him, unable to fully make out the contents of the photo. Dick may have been right when he gently suggested Bruce add glasses to his Brucie Wayne persona but that was a hill Bruce was still willing to die on. It was bad enough he had to have a prescription COWL.

"What do you have to say about the presence of your adopted son, Timothy Drake at the illegal mob in Robinson Park last Saturday?"

"Drake-Wayne," Bruce corrected because Tim hyphenated, damn it. He was the first of his children to let Bruce tag the Wayne name on and it mattered, damn it. "Wait do you mean-"

"How about reports of him kissing a man while there?"

"A blond man?" Bruce asked, finally giving up and crossing to take the photo for himself. "Oh. No, that's his boyfriend."

There was a beat of silence before Bruce realized his mistake. Just as the reporters began to squall, he dropped the blurry photo and began to speed walk off, phone suddenly in hand.

Through the podium's microphone, the gathered reporters heard one thing as Bruce evacuated the immediate vicinity.

"Tim? Don't be mad."

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Despite Bruce's best efforts, he becomes a meme.

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Immediately following the bombshell that Timothy Drake-Wayne had a boyfriend, social media blows up, clamoring for more information. They're ravenous for it, desperate. Tim doesn't have a personal social media presence but they stalk his professional accounts religiously. Bruce does have personal social media, but he maintains radio silence.

In the end, a Gotham based "influencer" stumbles across Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne getting donuts at Kosher Donuts and Co. Dick is personable, as always, and stops to speak with the young woman briefly.

"Yeah, Tim wasn't mad," he laughs when asked. "Just disappointed. But man, he knows how to milk it."

"Bruce is in the doghouse, huh?" she asks, full of false sympathy.

"A little bit," Dick says as Damian mumbles, "Titus would never share."

"But," Dick continued. "Tim's spun it so Bruce is on the hook for like, half a million in donations for local LGBT charities. Tim says it would hurt less if he sponsored a new shelter too, so that's something to look forward to."

"That's a lot of money! Where's it all going?"

"Oh you know," Dick says and gestures vaguely. "A lot of different programs."

"Yeah? Anything you personally want to see done with the funding?"

"Drag story time," Damian answers before Dick can. He looks intense. "But not for children. For dogs. In the shelter."

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A day later, Tim breaks the silence. He goes live on Bruce's Instagram.

"So the problem was that Bruce thought the reporter was saying I was being unfaithful," Tim explains. "He totally forgot I wasn't out to everyone yet. Bruce was just worried because he's already told me if I break up with my boyfriend, he's not uninviting him from any future family events."

"Luckily, I was in fact just kissing my boyfriend at PRIDE. Just because people got shifty with the permits at the last second because of protestors doesn't make it an illegal mob. If you wanna hear about Wayne's and illegal mobs, talk to Dickie about his younger years. Nothing I do can compare."

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