#clown butt earings

[sourtomatola]

There they are. @spaciebabie

#not gonna lie #i love little projects #so this was fun #despite the shame #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #art #my art #embrodery #clown butt earings #earings #for real though spacie #if you want these ill send them to you #lord know im not wearing them XD

[ihatebnha]

I was! to be honest idk how to feel it looks like he has an undershave and 2 rat tails at the same time but it's fine honestly slay

"it's fine honestly slay" has me deadddddddddddd, so true bestie. so t r u e.

honestly tho i was sorta thinking it was like... part of his mask, given that the little ends sorta look like the hedgehog clips we usually see?

but also... it could just as likely be hair or anything really bc i don't get how his costume switching to that makes more sense either. but....... who KNOWS. it's giving... 🤔 no matter how u think about it.

#honestly wishful thinking probably #but we'll find out #i've always hated the little explosion ears on his costume #actually i hate his costume in general #its definitely grown on me but the gauntlets and the fire whatevers...... no. #so maybe its just like... condensed #BUT WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE BRAIDS LIKE #what the heckkkkk #and also... this is another thing i was thinking. #if they aren't his hair.... does this mean he's had the same hairstyle for ... his entire life?? #CLOWN CLOWN CLOWN #i love him dearly like he's a piece of me but ..... *sob* #ochaco has a fat butt tho i like her #anyway #*punching the air* #bnha spoilers #ask #anon #caitie chats

[lanymme]

i think a lot about how people within the arknights world think about things like horns, ears, and tails as body parts.

we know beeswax's whole thing where she has model-beautiful horns and a bunch of horn care products and gives other operators horn care tips.

it's treated like hair, right? like she has a hair care hobby? and good for her and all that.

right? right.

okay, but tails.

the thick tail/thin tail factions in acahualla are in the same vein as people talking about what kind of butt is best, right? people talk about tails like they talk about someone's thighs or butt?

right? we agree on that?

so tomimi's prodigious tail would be seen by people on terra as like. equivalent to her having a ludicrously big ass? yes? like that's what we're supposed to take home from her up-from-behind E2 art?

do you think people on the landship talk about her with the same kind of hushed awe as, say, utage?

"i swear to god it's true, there's a 4'7" archosaurian girl who's no less than 50% tail walking around rhodes island, you've gotta believe me" is a phrase that has definitely been spoken by at least one short-term oripathy patient upon returning to their community, right? like we can agree on this?

imagine with me if u will. a hobby artist on Rhodes Island--perhaps, for example, known terminally online loser and partially closeted 2chan poster kirara--on her tablet designing a ditzy, clumsy OC who, oops! just can't stop knocking things over with her big, fat tail! and then posting it to her pixiv account, getting clowned on by people on the intercity net for drawing exaggerated unrealistic female bodies, and making a bunch of vagueposts on twitter about how riajuu can't appreciate an otaku's understanding of true beauty, only to step outside her room for the first time that week so she can go to medical for a routine oripathy checkup where she witnesses doctor gavial's goth yandere shortstack childhood friend knock a bunch of expensive equipment off a table and get spanked repeatedly on her IRL hyper tail, and then she immediately starts crying tears of blood.

#arknights #tomimi #kirara #and the consequences of the great tail debate

[mysterycitrus]

Duke hcs? 🤲

Headcanon A:  realistic

without realising it, he often thinks in negative space. as he sketches, he finds himself isolating shadows, rather than light - unconciously identifying what his eyes can't see. he considers studying architecture, or engineering, and rebuilding the west side into something shining and good that his parent's would be proud to return to. a rooftop that will catch the sunrise of a morning, windows looking to the water. if he grovels a little, damian will add tiny, scaled, illustrated residents to the future he wants to build. he puts himself, incandescently small and rendered in chicken scratch, square between those he loves.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

looking at superman for the first time almost blinds him. starfire is even worse. getting introduced to superboy by tim was a little better, but only because he was already wearing sunglasses indoors. kon's bright smile just makes his eyes water. when he is close to them, it's like standing next to a lit fuse, pulsing with energy and just out of reach.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

duke doesn't come out the other side of the war being scared of clowns. he keeps waiting to be, but he sees the joker's pale face, his ratcheting cackle, his pastel suit and bulging yellow eyes as pathetic, not terrifying. instead, one night at jay's, he's flicking through stations and ends up on reruns of full house. his mom loved comedies - living single, frasier, seinfeld, fresh prince, and black adder. it makes his heart hurt, and he settles in to watch when the first laugh track kicks in. terror. horror, disgust, roiling revulsion in his stomach as he hears it in his mind, laughing at everything, laughing at him, like his mother is sat before him again unknowing and hysterical and agonised. he shuts it off, hands clapped over his ears, trying to breathe. no one is there but him. even jay can't hear him cry.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

duke remembers jason todd's dildo dome phase. during dick's brief reign as the batman, he'd watched red hood misjudge the height of a fire escape and accidentally wedge his head in between the rungs on a tight angle. once duke realises it's the same person, he can't take him seriously. he thinks about jason's accidentally beaning himself trying to walk through a low doorway. he wonders if jason can still turn his head, or if he has to pivot his whole body like an owl when he's wearing the helmet. he considers the dome's practical uses as a headpiece, or as an exercise in fashion delusion. jason tries to intimidate him, once, and duke just says: "keep it in the bedroom, butt boy," and takes off before jason realises what's going on.

#wehehehehehe #duke thomas #jason todd #dc comics #batfam #the ask and the answer #ask game #b and d really should be swapped but idc

[glorious-spoon]

Thinking about the prompt "no, you’ll get an infection." since I just saw a gifset of our beloved firemen ripping open packages with their teeth. 😄

thank you! have a bit of established-relationship dorks on a very serious rescue mission.

-

"Buck," Eddie says, in the deeply patient tone that means he's refraining from adding, what the fuck is wrong with you. Buck's found that most people have a version of that tone, at least around him. Eddie doesn't employ his all that often; most of the time, Eddie is on board with pretty much anything Buck suggests. Digging around in storm drains for a missing stuffed animal is the limit, apparently.

"I've almost got it," Buck says, twisting slightly to wedge his shoulder against the grate. His fingers just brush the soggy synthetic fur of the small purple stuffed rabbit a few feet down.

"Isn't this how that kid lost his arm in that movie?"

He twists back to stare up at Eddie, who is backlit by the midday sun with the carnival spread out behind him. His hands are on his hips and his expression is half-amused, half-exasperated. "What?"

"Pennywise? Evil clown monster that lives in the sewers and eats children? It's based on a Stephen King novel."

"I repeat," Buck says. "What?"

"Right, I forgot that you don't watch anything other than nature documentaries and whatever Christopher adds to your Netflix queue."

"Bold words for a guy who's memorized every single telenovela from the past twenty years."

Eddie scoffs. "Come on. Who knows what's down there, you're not even wearing gloves, you're going to slice your hand open on some grimy piece of metal and get an infection."

"I'm being careful." Buck turns his head to squint down into the storm drain. It's too dark to see much of anything other than the faintly oily glimmer of water. There are cigarette butts and greasy fast food wrappers floating in it, and it doesn't smell great, but he's definitely dealt with grosser over the course of his career. Besides. He's so close. If he just stretches—

His fingers brush the rabbit's ear again. It topples over into the grimy water with a splash, and Buck swears under his breath. The toy is now half-submerged and several inches out of reach no matter how much he stretches.

"Buck," Eddie says again, softer. "Come on. It's just a stuffed animal."

"That Christopher won."

A sigh. "He's thirteen. I don't think this is going to break his heart, sweetheart."

Buck knows that this is probably objectively true. Chris was gleefully triumphant about winning at balloon darts even after Eddie grumbled about rigged games, but the stuffed rabbit itself seemed like an afterthought. He shoved it into Buck's hands with a quick grin before going off with his friends twenty minutes ago, and Buck is—stupid, probably, for the fact that this is sort of breaking his heart.

He hasn't thought about that giant stuffed bear that they won at the pier, the one that must have washed out to sea along with half of the Los Angeles coastline, in years. He doesn't even know if Christopher remembers it. He was little. And it wasn't exactly the most memorable part of the day. The little stuffed rabbit, which fits in the palm of Buck's hand—and incidentally, between the holes of a storm drain grate—makes a much more convenient souvenir. And it felt kind of—nice, having a sort of redo on that, even if Chris doesn't remember.

But Eddie's right. Short of trying to pry up the grate cover—which he could absolutely do, if he had a halligan handy—there's no way he's going to reach it. He sighs, resting his forehead on the metal frame, then wriggles his arm out of the grate and sits back on his heels, defeated. "Okay, fine. You win."

There's no response. When he turns around, Eddie is nowhere to be seen. Feeling more than a little put-out, Buck straightens up and looks around. It's not that crowded here, but there are enough passers-by that Buck's been getting a few strange looks, which he's been ignoring. The two streets to his left are closed-off for the carnival; to his right is a black-and-white parked across the median with a bored-looking beat cop directing traffic, and a couple of sanitation workers in hi-vis vests. Eddie is talking to one of them, but he glances back like he can tell Buck is watching him.

Buck spreads his hands in question, and Eddie holds up a finger, turning back toward the guy he was just talking to. Buck slumps, then sits down on the curb, staring forlornly at the storm drain.

A moment later, footsteps approach.

"Come on, stop pouting, scoot over," Eddie says as his shadow falls across Buck.

"I'm not pouting," Buck grumbles, but he scoots over.

"Sure you're not," Eddie says agreeably, sitting down next to him. "Here. You think this'll work?"

Buck blinks at him, then looks down at the trash picker Eddie is holding out to him, which has LA - DPW scrawled down one side in Sharpie. "Did you…"

"I mean, I had to give them a whole sob story, so you might as well try it," Eddie says, wrapping his hand around Buck's knee and jostling him gently. Buck takes the picker, then laughs, dropping his forehead to Eddie's shoulder.

"Sob story, huh?"

"Just saying. Probably more sanitary than trying to stick your bare hand down a storm drain."

"I love you," Buck tells him, and he feels Eddie's shoulder shake slightly with laughter before he straightens up.

"Love you too," he says. "Now come on, let's get started on this rescue operation. Though I think our patient is gonna need a thorough hose-down before we can transport him."

Buck snickers into Eddie's shirt. His eyes aren't wet, because that would be dumb. He rubs his cheek against the warm cotton anyway before lifting his head. "You're such a dork."

Eddie grins at him, ruffled and lovely in the afternoon sunlight. "Just trying to follow proper triage protocol here."

"Dork," Buck repeats, but he leans in to steal a brief kiss before they get the rescue operation underway.

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #prompt fic #my fic

[dissentersbedamned]

that charlie redesign wanted me to redesign some others so here are some others, i was going to do husk, nifty, and sir pentious but i didnt feel like doing that

are these designs easier to animate? probably not am i claiming to be a better character designer than viziepop? yes

i might do the others but probably not i dont want to be know for this

individual characters and design notes below

i wanted to give her this soft color palette, making her stick out from the rest of hell, like an "angel" in hell

gave her a pink suit like her pilot design

gave her gold accents to give that royalty feel

her hair is now more curly/swirly to giver her a sheep look, along with the ears, kind of like how lucifer is associated with goats charlie has sheep

i also gave her ears to maker her not look like just a human

the darker pink-red color is supposed to contrast with her softer colors but not that much, it's supposed to convey that she is still a demon, the horns were also added to give that feel

bigger cheek makeup (?) and those gold "chains" were added to giver her a circus clown/ring leader look because hell is supposed to be like a circus

gave her tap shoes to convey shes likes music or someshit

darker color to contrast with charlies, a sun and moon thing going on

made her more moth like by making her hair look like moth wings, fuzzy leg warmers, and antennas (are those even antennas do moths even have antennas)

added a silver like color in her design to match with charlies gold

gave back her stocking from her pilot design and made her hand warmers mirror them

wanted to giver her a hot topic employee look

made her more look like she died in 2014 by giving her the red and black stocking + hand warmer, leg warmers, and making her x asymmetrical

her worm out shorts are suppose to give a 2014 feel but also are like that because moths just eat clothes sometimes

gave her the ribbon on her waist to mimic one of her old designs

her red is the same red in charlies pallet, they match +]

made him purple because i think limiting the main colors to each character is nice also because i think purple is a much more lust full color and to look similar to his old design

made him more spider like by adding an extra pair of eyes, fangs, two more legs and a spider butt lol

made him more fluffy and rounder to giver him a more effeminate/gnc look

gave him eyelashes for the same reason above

gave him a scar on the side that he has the golden tooth and different eyes because i think it would be cool is that was from an injury he had when he was alive

the coat was added so that it looks similar to his suit but still different enough so that not everyone is wearing one

the design on his pider butt and coat are suppose to look like a stylized spiders web

the hearts at the end of his heels are suppose to replicate the end of spiders feet

still kept him relatively skinny because i think he would have one of those arcs were a character starts off skinny but gets fatter to show that they're happy with life

still kept his suit because its such an important part to his character tbh and also so he can mirror charlies pink soft light pink suit with his dark dulled down red suit

gave him a tie so he looks more professional compared to charlies cutie bow tie

dulled down his colors so make him see older and stuck in an era

made him looked aged by giving him grey hairs, stubble, and eye bags

made his deer features more obvious by making his antlers bigger, more deer like ears, giving him a nose pike charlie, and giving him hooves

why alastor got socks on in the pool those are his hooves you bitch

actually made him black

still kept him skinny to give off that sickly skinny look

#🚬.dei.art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #angel dust #alastor #anti vivziepop #viziepop critical #im probably never going to this again dont worry folks #im going to bed #i think hazbin would be better if is was an early 2000s newground flash series

[cutedice]

Luffy, Usopp + Buggy w/ an so (gn) who is SO INCREDIBLY SILLY

Like the so is basically a jester. a little fella. just mindless entertaining fun 24/7 with this guy.

((Anon. You are my new favorite anon ever.))

When the S/O is Silly!

Characters: Luffy, Usopp, Buggy Warnings: None, fluff.

Everything is GN!

LUFFY

- He's all for the goofy behavior.

- Seriously, if you can make him smile he's 100% already vibing with you and you make him smile constantly.

- He's always ready to play with you or just listen to you tell jokes.

- People already compare him to the sun, and he never really understood that until he met you.

- He also 100% has a prank war going with you. It's endearing at first but now it's an actual war and the other Strawhats have been picking sides.

- So far you're winning, much to his annoyance. But, he can't pout for too long when he hears your laugh and looks over to be met with such a warm expression on your face.

- If you want an easy way to get to him when he is in a mood, physical comedy gets him a lot. He's a sucker for slapstick. Slip on a banana peel for the man.

- He'll always make sure you aren't hurt afterwards, so no worries! He just... has to stop laughing first.

- You can pout at him all you want after, but it won't do much.

- "C'mon, (Y/N)! You just- and- and the noise you made--" and he's hunched right back over losing his mind.

- Come on, how could you stay mad at him? Well, you can't! Because he finds it so funny, he tries to replicate it so you can see what he saw.

- Ends with you both lying on the deck, cheeks red and heads fuzzy from the lack of air, but genuinely enjoying each others company so much.

- Luffy wouldn't trade the feeling for the world.

USOPP

- Let's be real, he appreciates comedy. And, while he loves childish jokes and acts he also enjoys most other forms (except Robin's).

- But he loves yours!

- He makes a lot of self deprecating jokes at himself, it's his fall back and, while he doesn't do it enough to be concerning, he also doesn't hold back.

- But, none of those jokes last long when you're around!

- Cheesy pickup lines always get him to laugh. Sometimes you might get a blush or a bashful turn-away, but he's always laughing and fighting back chuckles.

- He loves hearing you add onto his tall tales. Commit to this man's bits!! He will love you!

- Get's even more entertaining if you act it out with impressions, play it up with him! Be nerds! Drama kids!

- You can't play any acting game together because you just wind up laughing too much to participate.

- One of his secret favorite things you do to make him laugh is when you sit in his little corner with him and purposely put something together wrong.

- "Y/N, pfft, I- I asked you to make a cube! How- how'd you make a triangle? Where- where's the other piece?"

- This situation is a win all around because it makes him laugh, he gets an ego boost in helping you, and if you really don't know how to build stuff or don't want to then he'll never know!

BUGGY

- As a clown himself, Buggy has been known to appreciate the finer forms of comedy.

- So, needless to say if you throw a pie at someone you're already a star in his book.

- Okay, he might be a little more mature than that and the pie might have to be well timed, but a well time pie throw is still a win! Really, if your timing is pretty good you'll land most jokes with him.

- Not to say everything needs to be timed. Sometimes silly things just happen with him.

- He's a walking shenanigans magnet and if you can double down on that and make it a positive thing for him he'll adore you.

- Plus, you so graciously taking the butt of the captain's jokes and pranks has the rest of his crew and Alvida praising you (mostly due to their mild annoyances to them).

- Buggy does pull pranks by the way. Constantly. But, he always, without fail, get's flustered when you catch him trying to set one up or mid-lie.

- Full body, red faced, you swear you can hear steam coming out of his ears. But, he always ends up laughing with you afterwards. It's funny once he looks back on the scene after a few minutes of denial and he can admit that much at least.

- And, you never laugh at him. Well, not in a bad way. He gets defensive, he's got a sensitive ego and he's greedy; but you only see him as... well, your fun partner in crime!

- That's right. If you've got the confidence to go head-to-head with him then you're officially his partner in crime! You don't really get a choice in this, he'll drag you along with his plans.

- Of course, he takes all the credit for any joke he might pull on the crews. He doesn't want you to get in trouble. Plus, he gets mild entertainment watching them treat you like your innocent.

- It's like having a spy on the inside as you come back to him with everyone's plans and schedules, and you two have a late night planning session.

- "So, if Alvida and Mohji are on the island that leaves--" he turns to face you for some help only to see you mid air plane throw at his head.

- You maintain eye contact for a moment before he grins and suddenly a hand is on your side, tickling you into surrender. "Hah! Try and best me again I dare you!"

#monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #usopp one piece #usopp x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #op x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #x reader headcanons

[lolahauri]

: ̗̀➛ Ian Malcolm: Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A gentleman, he already has a towel and bottle of water waiting on his nightstand for you.

Loves to cuddle, talk, and joke around with you after sex.

Falling asleep in his arms >

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Thighs and ass man for sure.

Playfully slaps your butt every time you walk past him.

Loves having your thighs wrapped around him when he goes down on you.

His favorite part of himself is his hands/arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Either inside you, or on your stomach. 

Loves watching his cum drip out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Even though he tends to be the more dominant and teasing one, he LOVES it when you take charge and boss him around.

He finds it both cute, and really fucking sexy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. I mean, come on, he’s in his 40’s. He’s had his fair share of ex’s and casual flings.

And he knows exactly what he’s doing, both because he’s had a lot of practice, and he’s very observant. He’s learned just what it takes to turn you on or make you cum. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy, he likes having a little power over you. And bending you over like that makes you totally helpless and weak.

He also likes to lean over and whisper in your ear and leave a trail of kisses over your shoulder and back during it.

Honorable mention: Cowgirl. Gives him a lovely view.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Perfect balance of funny and serious, i mean he’s not gonna act like a fucking clown, but i don’t think he takes anything too seriously. 

Not afraid to crack a couple jokes or tease you once in a while.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Long but trims it a bit so it’s not out of control. Super curly like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic when the moment calls for it. 

Like if it’s a special occasion, like vday or your anniversary, he’s got the light down low, rose petals, champagne, soft music in the background, the works.

He’ll also be praising you, worshipping your body, and doing every thing you ask.

Certified lover boy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not often, once or twice a week maybe.

He thinks about you every time though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talk. He fucking loooves dirty talk.

Tell him how good he feels or what you want him to do to you, and he'll be putty in your hands.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office, bed, and car are his top three choices.

Also likes the couch and shower

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Short skirts/dresses and booty shorts, shows off your butt and legs nicely.

You teasing him. For example: running your fingers up his leg under the table, bending over in front of him with a skirt on, unexpected dirty talk or sexts.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s kinda vanilla so i don’t think he’d be into any more risky kinks

Like bdsm, cnc, impact play, etc… 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Leans towards giving, it boosts his ego soo much to see you tossing & turning and whining under his mouth.

But he does also love getting a blowjob under the desk from you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to start off slow and hard, making you desperate for more.

Eventually picks up the pace to give more quick, hard, and shallow thrusts

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with them. He’d prefer to make-out and do a lot of foreplay first though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not big on experimenting, the most risk he’ll take is semi-public spaces.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s an old man, he’s only got one, MAYBE two rounds in him, but he’ll edge himself to last a little longer for you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t have any and doesn’t plan to use any.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The biggest tease ever, he loves to do little things that turn you on and then play dumb and leave you wanting more. 

He'll be getting you hot n bothered throughout the whole day, making you wait till you get home to give you some relief.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A bit vocal but not super loud. Lots of groans, heavy breathing and grunting.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Definitely a manther

(male version of cougar)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big, but average girth. 

7 inches or close to it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average, wants to have sex once every day or two.

If you have a higher sex drive, he’ll happily try to accommodate that.

So if he didn't have the stamina to go again, expect a lot of oral and fingering.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Again, he’s an old man, he’ll get tired right afterwards. 

So hopefully your ready to cuddle and sleep :) 

#smut #smut alphabet #ian malcolm #x reader #jurassic park #ian malcolm x reader

[gothy-froggy]

Buggy as a cat headcanons

Hey! This is a huge inspiration from a tumblr post by d1ner! I made a small drawing before this post! (Got lazy to add the makeup and finish the ears lmao)

Warnings: very adorable, slight angst, Buggy being a little menace

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Appearance

Buggy is a fluffy cat. So fluffy he’s called the fluffer. He’s so soft too. He still has his nose because let’s be real, is it really Buggy the clown without his iconic nose? Right, didn’t this so.

His fur color is the shade of his hair as a human. And as for his patterns, Buggy has the clown makeup on his face. But the bones are on his back. He has the flash eyelashes as fur patterns as well. Just a cute little blue clown cat with an adorable big red clown nose! I like to believe Buggy has cute little white socks on his paws.

As for eyes, I’m debating whether or not his eyes should be blue or a darker color. Buggy would be very cute with some dark brown eyes just staring at you, begging for food or some pets. But I can also see some shade of blue that’s different from the fur and turns blue & green at times.

Behavior

He’s just a very touch starved and talkative version of my cat. Literally just my cat Eli. Very mischievous and loves to play around. By playing around, I mean he hides under table and beds just to sprint out, pounce on your legs and bites as hard as he can before quickly going back to his hiding place.

Yes, that is what my cat does.

Buggy is a complicated, unpredictable and sneaky cat. Despite his bright colors, you somehow miss him all the time. He slips into doors he’s not supposed to be in, letting you hold him before biting your hand as hard as he can, so many things.

He’s such a troublemaker but he’s just too cute to fully get mad at him. He gets breaks something that means a lot to you, but he’s so cute that you just pick him up and tell him it’s ok and that’s he’s your cute little clown baby.

He pretends that he doesn’t like head pats and ruffles, but Buggy will put his paws on his human’s hand and forces it back down. And if his human walks away from their cuddling section, he’s very pouty and upset. He will throw up a hairball because you left him. He will. Don’t test him.

Very easily jealous. There’s a cat coming up to his human? He’s hissing and starting fights. A dog small or big? Big or small? Don’t care. He’s jumping up and smacking them right in the face. Then he rubs up on his owner and licks his human. Buggy definitely uses his ability to get a few hits on the animal he’s jealous of.

Likes

Buggy is one of those cats that enjoy the (fake) skin routine care with his human. He loves baths as well. Just not sea water. Don’t hurt the poor clown kitty! Buggy jumps in the bathtub and swims around while his human is bathing.

You know that one cat that holds a really long meow for food? That’s Buggy. He’s holding that meow like he’s singing for an opera. He wants his food! He’s making trip with how close he is near your feet.

Please give him his treats. He’s giving you such cute eyes…please give the clown kitty treats. Give him extra! So what if he terrorizes you all the time? He’s so cute!

Dislikes

Don’t ignore him. Don’t you dare ignore him. Keep your eyes on him. Buggy wants all of your attention. You’re taking care of him, just give him a bit more attention, please?

Oh you’re giving your attention to someone else? HOW DARE YOU? Fine! Why not just keep the thing that has your attention as a pet instead? He’s dragging himself around the house, stomping his paws around. He’s upset. Buggy deserves ALL of your attention, dammit!

What’s this? YOU’RE LEAVING HIM ALONE IN A ROOM? ALL BY HIMSELF? Oh he’s just like my cat. Buggy is yelling SO much. He ain’t stopping either. He needs to be with you 24/7. Buggy is meowing nonstop for hours.

He doesn’t like it when you stop being all cuddly and sweet with him after he acts like he hates it. He’s sad and he head butts his human for more. He will lay on top of you and force you to pet him. He’ll purposefully scratches things while staring into your soul because you won’t pet him.

Zoomies

He’s a goddamn gremlin. Buggy is stomping around, running so fast while his tail is between his legs. He’s making noises like a race car while jumping, flipping in the air, circling on carpet and sliding on hardwood.

The slightest movement from you will make him run and jump straight at you. He’s insane during zoomies. Best to leave a bunch of toys out and keep a water gun with sea salt to shoot him with as you try to stay in a Buggy-free room. Trust me, it’s for your own safety and sanity.

(We have water guns for my cat as well. He does exactly this but the race car nosies)

How he met his human

Buggy was abandoned. He was filthy and left on the streets to live or die. It was a rainy evening as the sun was about to start setting. Buggy was at the edge of the sidewalk as the rain was hitting his head. He wasn’t annoyed by it, but he looked so sad and looked like he was about to cry.

Then a human looked at him, trying to get closer and started talking to him. Out of fear, he ran and hid under between garbage cans. When the human followed him, he hissed. He was scared, only just a little baby kitty.

When the human left, he went back to just watching the rain, trying to stay warm. But then the human came back. Buggy arched his cat and started to hiss…until he was the food in the human’s hand.

After some hesitation, he started to eat the food. He was pretty hungry. Buggy struggled to eat the food a little bit since he was so small. Eventually he trusted the human enough to let them pick him up.

“Aren’t you a strange kitty?” Buggy just stared at the human, letting out a cute little meow, melting the human’s heart instantly. He was cold, shivering and still hungry.

Once at the human’s house, they fed him and took him into a bathroom to clean him off. He was pretty dirty. Being wrapped up in a towel, he kept meowing, staring at the human. Them baby talking him and pressing a little kiss on his nose, he started to warm up a little bit more.

He explored his new house, loving the fireplace and the heat that came from the fire. Buggy meowed loudly and ran up his human’s leg when they showed him his clean red striped bandanna, putting it back on.

(He also loves dress up)

Buggy grew very close, but now is very clingy and hates being left alone with the fear of abandonment still affects him. He doesn’t want to left alone again. Even though he’s been with the human for a long time, the abandonment is still there.

But one night by the fireplace with a cozy blanket in his human’s lap, his human rubs his face. And Buggy realizes that he really has found his human and no longer has to worry about being left behind, closing his eyes and falling to sleep.

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A cute little headcanon for my dear friend @raven-the-cryptid <3

#fan fic writing #buggy the flashy fool #one piece buggy #buggy d clown x reader #cat au #one piece #one piece x reader #buggy the clown x you #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #x reader #buggy x reader #kitty!buggy

[haveihitanerve]

Dad

His mouth tasted like ash. His nostrils burned with the smell of gun powder and his eyes felt caked in mud. “Dad!” There was a voice to his left, a voice he knew. His eyes slowly adjusted and he tried looking around, but could barely move. What he did see made him frown. This wasn’t the park. The boys had been unable to come to an agreement on what to eat, so Bruce had taken them out to the park to grab food from whatever food trucks were around while Selina stayed back with the girls. It had been peaceful and while the boys had fought occasionally Bruce had felt whole. And then it had all gone wrong. They were in a large warehouse, by the looks of it, and the only source of light at the moment was the wide open doors on the other side of the room. “Chum?” He rasped. By the sounds of relief made around him he could tell all his sons had awoken before him. His eyes adjusted to the faint light and he tried to move his arms but they were wrapped in a rope and tied above his head. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian were all lined up in a row in front of him, hands tied behind their backs. “Dad!” Dick called again. Blood began pounding in Bruce’s ears. They weren’t in costume. He wasn’t Batman with his sidekicks and allies. He was Bruce Wayne with his sons. Tires screeched and a van appeared in the open warehouse door. “Well well well. What do we have here?” A high pitched voice came. Bruce could feel his face drain of color. Jason was staring at the floor, mouthing words desperately, squeezing his eyes tight. Jason, who had never gone to church, who didn’t believe in god or anything else that he couldn’t see. Was praying. Bruce looked at Tim. His third oldest son was staring straight ahead, not moving a muscle. Bruce swallowed hard. He was dimly aware of goons surrounding them, but that was nothing as the Joker stepped through the doors. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t. But why else had he kidnapped Bruce Wayne and his sons? “You’ve been quite the pain in my ass lately Brucie.” The clown said, stalking forward, a pistol held loosely in his hand. Bruce glared at him. “What do you want Joker?” He snarled. Joker laughed and Tim flinched. Dick reached his tied hands for his younger brothers and they linked fingers. Damian shuffled, pressing his thigh against Jason’s. There was fear, pure, plain fear written across all of their faces. Except Damian and dicks were more afraid for their brothers than themselves. “You’ve stopped quite a few of my plans with your donations and goody two shoe acts,” the joker drawled. “And I thought, what better way to get back at the orphan adopting billionaire than to kill one of his poor orphans!” The joker let out a loud cackle. Harley had gotten out of the van as well and stared at him in shock. “Kill the kids puddin?” She asked. Joker turned to her. “Why yes of course. He can just replace them, the way he has before.” Jason and Tim turned green. Harley bit her lip. Joker started to walk behind the four boys. “But the question is who? Who who who WHO?”

 He cackled again. “The heir?” His gun knocked against dicks skull. His oldest son winced but didn’t give anymore of a reaction. Despite the circumstances Bruce felt a sense of pride welling up in him. “The prodigy?” Joker went on, tapping Tim’s head with the butt of the gun. Tim was frozen. “The blood son?” Joker asked, twirling his gun around Damian’s head. “Or the forgiven son?” He pressed the gun against the back of Jason’s head. His son was trembling, eyes closed and lips pressed tightly together. Something seemed to flicker over his second oldest son's face and when he looked up, pure determination and resignation was in his face. “No!” Bruce pulled at his ropes. Joker let out another laugh. Jason bit his lips, eyes tight. “No!” Damian whimpered, tugging at his ropes. Bruce looked at Harley. She was watching the whole thing, biting her lip. “Please.” He begged. Joker laughed again, believing the plea had been aimed at him. Harley’s eyes snapped to him. “Please.” He begged her. She looked away. Dick met her eye. His lips moved and Bruce could hardly breathe. “Please Auntie.” He had mouthed. Harley’s face flickered with something and she looked back at Bruce. Firm resolve spread across her features. Casually, she started to walk towards him, taking a place behind him. The goons immediately spread away. Before he could register the cool knife that pressed against his arms, cutting the rope, Joker turned his attention back to him. Harley froze, but kept cutting, sending Joker what Bruce figured was a flirty smile. “But then I thought, why not inflict real pain? I’m sure you pretty spoiled boy have never felt that. So-!” He aimed the gun at Bruce’s leg. “Noo!” To Bruce’s surprise, the shout came from Harley. But it was too late, the joker had pulled the trigger. Bruce braced himself, waiting for the pain as the bullet shredded through his thigh, through muscles and veins and tendons, but it never came. 

He looked down. Harley was laying in front of him, a hole in her side. She had doven in front of the bullet for him. She had taken a bullet for him. “You useless bitch!” Joker snarled, reloading his pistol. Harley let out a whimper of pain, scooting backwards. “Stupid useless cow!” He muttered, cocking the gun. “Since you’ve ruined my fun with Brucey I have to now move fast.” He glared at her, before turning and aiming the gun at Damian. The crack as he pulled the trigger reverberated deep in Bruce’s bones. But it was nothing compared to the ice cold feeling that squeezed his heart as Damian closed his eyes in resignation and Jason dove in front of his little brother. Jason hit the dirt like a sack of potatoes, blood pouring out of his chest. A scream, horrible and bone chilling and agonizing, filled the warehouse. It wasn’t until a rag was stuffed into his mouth that Bruce realized it had come from him. Joker stared at Jason a moment, then shrugged. “Oh well. At least one son is dead.” He smiled at Bruce. “Toodaloo!” He called and started to laugh, hopping into the truck and driving away. Bruce spat out the rag and pulled. Dick was working the rope with his mouth, ready to free them all but bruce moved first, pulling. The already frayed ropes gave easily under his strength and he ripped free. Dick looked at him with wide eyes and quickly bit through his own, moving to Jason. Damian hadn’t moved. He was just stuck, staring at his older brother. “Harley-!” Bruce began, turning to his old friend, but she shook her head. “Help him.” She pleaded. Bruce nodded, rushing to his son's side. 

“Cal!!!!” He bellowed, skidding over the gravel on his knees as he reached Jason and Damian. “Cal!!!!” He didn’t care if Gotham heard him. He didn’t care if the world heard him. Jason was so pale. “Come on. Come on.” Bruce muttered, reaching for his pulse. It fluttered against his hand, faint, but there. “Cal!!!” Bruce bellowed again. There was a whoosh and Superman arrived. His face paled at the scene. “Take him to the hospital! Now!!” He barked. “Get Leslie!” Clark nodded and, gently, as though picking up a newborn, lifted Jason into his arms and took off. Bruce speed dialed his number on impulse. “Barry please!” In seconds the speedster had arrived. “Take Harley to the Batcave. Alfred will heal her.” The flash nodded, eyes darting around in concern, but willing to wait until things were less dire to ask, and lifted her effortlessly, speeding off. Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick and Tim, pulling them closer. Damian was just sitting there, blood covering his hands, staring at the pool of blood Jason had left behind. “Damian. Baby. Come here.” Bruce pleaded. But Damian didn’t hear him. Clark returned a second later. “Take Damian next!” Bruce told him. Clark looked at them all, then nodded. Damian didn’t even react as he was lifted and flown off. Flash arrived again. “I can take you all to the hospital.” He said softly. Bruce nodded, lifting Tim into his arms. “Take Dick.” “Dad-!” Dick protested softly. “No. This is not an argument. I’ll be there in a bit chum. Please.” Dick nodded and allowed Barry to lift him. Clark returned and lifted them both, flying to the hospital. 

“Where is my son!” Bruce asked the second he touched down. “Where are my kids?” “Bruce!” Bruce frowned, turning to the door. Selina Wayne had arrived. “Baby.” He whispered. She rushed to him, the girls and Duke following a second after. “Hey. How’re you here?” “Cal told us.” She said softly. “Where is he?” Bruce shrugged, helplessness filling him again. “Hey. It’s alright.” Selina cupped his face with her hands. “It was Joker.” Bruce whispered. Selina brushed her thumbs under his eyes. “He came for me. For them. It wasn’t even because of the mask. Just because I was Bruce Wayne. Because I had donated and-!” His breathing was getting labored and he was rambling so Selina reached up and gently kissed him. “Hey. It’s okay.” She whispered softly. “Mr and Mrs Wayne?” A doctor came out. “Your sons are ready to see you.” She eyed Tim, passed out in Bruce’s arms. “Does he need to be checked?” She asked softly. Bruce nodded. She tilted her head to the hallway and they followed. Another nurse came out of a room and Bruce allowed tim to be taken away and checked for injuries. “They’re in there.” The nurse said, nodding at the next room. “And Jason? The one who was shot? Where is my son?” 

Cass, Steph, Duke and Babs paled. Selina pressed a hand to her mouth. Clark clearly hadn’t given them all the information. The nurse hesitated. “We have him in critical condition. Dr. Leslie is working on him right now.” She hesitated, looking around. “Mr. Wayne,” she lowered her voice. “I don’t know what connections you have with Superman but whatever they are, they saved your sons life. It’s not clear yet if he will live but we’re more hopeful. Your alien friend scanned him and gave us some medical information which allowed us to start operating right away instead of having to scan him. It may be the thing that makes a difference.” Bruce nodded, swallowing. “Thank you.” She smiled, taking a few steps back. “I think he deserves the thanks. They’re right in there.” And she turned and left. Bruce pushed open the door and rushed to his sons. Dick was sitting on a chair, Damian cradled in his lap, still staring at nothing. They had both been cleaned of blood but Bruce knew they still felt the phantom touch of it. “Hey kiddos. You alright?” Dick looked over and his face immediately relaxed. “Mom!” Selina rushed to them. “Oh kitten.” She murmured, pulling both against her for a hug. The hug seemed to awaken damian slightly and he clutched at her shirt, burying his head in her shoulder. “Oh baby.” Selina whispered, cradling him close. The door creaked open and Bruce turned, smiling in relief when Tim walked in, also in new clothes and cleaned. “Tim!” Steph rushed to him and he managed a faint smile, linking his fingers with hers. Selina stood, taking damian with her and so Babs walked over to Dick and took his place, murmuring softly to him. He just nodded, wrapping his arms around her and burying his head in the crook of her neck. Cass touched Damian’s back gently and the tears started flowing. Selina smiled sadly and handed her youngest over to her daughter, allowing Cass to comfort him. She walked over to Bruce and took his hand. “Jason?” She whispered. 

At his name all the kids looked over. Bruce sighed. “They caught us at the park and tied us up. Joker arrived. Said that I had ruined some of his plans by donating and such. So he said,” Bruce swallowed. “He said he’d take one of my sons from me. Because I would just replace them anyway.” Steph inhaled sharply and wrapped an arm around Tim. He relaxed against her. Bruce swallowed. “Harley tried to cut through my ropes and.” He stopped. “She took a bullet for me.” Selina squeezed his hand. “She should be alright. I sent her to Alfred with Barry.” Selina nodded. “Then he aimed it at damian-“ Bruce cut off, blinking hard. Damian buried his face deeper against Cass and she rubbed his back soothingly. “But Jason jumped between them.” Selina took a shuddering breath. Damian let out a sob. “Hey. Prince.” Bruce crossed over to his son and lifted him into his arms. “It is not your fault. Okay? Jason chose to jump in front of you. He chose to protect you. It’s not your fault. It’s jokers. Alright?” Damian sniffled, but nodded. Bruce kissed his nose. “Good.” “Bruce?” Leslie appeared in the doorway. “He’s stable. You may go in but be careful. He’s not awake yet.” “Will he make it?” Bruce asked, handing Damian to Selina. Leslie smiled. “Yes. We are very hopeful.” Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. They followed Leslie over to the room Jason was staying in and filed in, but Bruce paused. “Bruce!” Clark came hurrying towards him, wearing regular Clark Kent clothes. Bruce wrapped his arms around him. Clark blinked in surprise, then hugged him back. “What’s wrong?” He murmured, squeezing him. “Shit sorry I know what’s wrong.” “Thank you.” Bruce whispered. Clark frowned against his shoulder. “The doctors said that you gave them information that they needed so that they could immediately start operating. He wouldn’t be alive without you. Thank you.” Clark smiled, running a hand through Bruce’s hair. “Always.” Bruce pulled away and smiled too. “You messed up my hair Journo. That’s off your salary.” Clark rolled his eyes, reaching for Bruce’s head again. The man dodged him, walking to the door. “Come on. Leslie said we could talk to him.” Clark followed him into the hospital room, slipping his hat off of his head. 

Bruces heart clenched at the sight that greeted them. Jason was lying in the white plastic hospital sheets, face almost as pale. Tubes were stuck in his arms and his eyes were closed. But he was breathing, and according to the heart monitor, his heartbeat was steady. Dick was seated on a chair on the left side of his bed, holding his left hand, while Selina sat perched on the right, holding Damian with one arm as Tim leaned against her side. Babs, Steph, and Duke sat at the foot of his bed, staring lost at his face. Cass was seated on the windowsill, looking out. Clark politely moved over to her side, offering his silent presence but nothing more. Bruce moved to Selina’s side, tugging Tim to lean against him. “He’ll be alright.” He murmured, more to reassure himself than anyone else, but it worked. Tim released a quiet sigh of relief, and the others even managed faint smiles. Dick just clung to Jason's hand. Bruce didn't know how long they all stood there, staring at him, but after a while Selina started herding the kids to the empty bed on the other side of the room and Clark left and returned with blankets and some better than hospital food, along with an update that Harley was recovering, and soon six of the kids were tucked into bed together. Bruce didn't know how many of them were actually asleep, but all of them had their eyes closed, and were curled together so cutely that had it been under any other circumstances he would have cooed. Dick still sat at Jason's side, holding his hand, and Cass had moved to his side, also refusing to try and sleep. “Im going to go check on Harley.” Clark murmured to Bruce. “Holler if you need anything yeah?” Bruce nodded, pulling his friend in for another quick hug. “Thank you. Tell barry thanks as well from me.” Clark nodded. “I will.” 

Selina wrapped her arms around his waist and Bruce sank into one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs, letting her rest her head against his shoulder as he stared at his son. Despite his attempts, Dicks eyelids started to drop, and soon he and Cass were snuggled up together on their chairs, snoring softly. Selina smiled and stood, lifting them and carrying them over to the bed to sleep, tucking them in gently. “He could've died Lina.” Bruce whispered. She came to his side, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “But he didn't.” “we weren't in the suits.” Bruce croaked, voice hoarse. His eyes blurred with tears. He hadn't allowed himself to cry this whole time, knowing he had to be strong for his kids. To be their rock. But now, with just him and Selina. Selina gently wiped the tears away, sitting on his lap. “Its okay.” she whispered. “He’s going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.” She murmured, kissing the top of his head. Bruce buried his face in her neck, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Dad?” someone croaked. Bruce shot off his chair and reached for his son. Jason's eyelids were fluttering open slowly, and he squinted. “Hey. Hey buddy.” Bruce whispered, taking his hand. Selina took a seat next to him, stroking jason's hair. “How're you feeling kitten?” she asked. Jason frowned. “Like i've been shot.” he supplied helpfully. Bruce managed a faint laugh. “Oh bud you scared me so bad.” He scooted closer, wrapping a careful arm around his son to pull him closer, pressing a kiss to his head. “I know.” Jason whispered. “Im sorry. But he was gonna kill Dami. i- i couldn't let him kill Dami. Or tim. I was so awful to them. I couldn't let him-” “you're an ass and a damned idiot.” tim choked out, appearing at the foot of the bed. Damian stood at his side, clutching his hand. “Nice to see you too Replacements.” Jason greeted, smirking. “Fuck you.” Damian squeezed out. “Prince!” Bruce chided. “Language.” Selina laughed, lifting him onto the bed. Jason opened his arms and both boys crawled over, cuddling against their older brother. “Im okay you mother hens.” he muttered, laughing. “Ol’ Joker cant kill me twice.” The boys managed a laugh at that, and the other kids woke. “Jason!” Jason grinned as dick threw himself at him, barely holding back from squeezing him because of his injuries. “Hey dickwad. Im alright. Promise.” “You scared us Tampon.” Steph said, punching his shoulder lightly. “I know.” Jason said quietly. “Im sorry.” “forgiven.” Cass signed. “Just don't do it ever again.” Duke added. “Or ill leak all of your search history.” Babs warned, leaning over his head. Jason laughed. “Understood. No dying again. Got it.” “that goes for all of you.” Bruce grunted. “No more dying on my watch okay? I cant handle any more gray hairs.” Dick laughed. “You drive a hard bargain old man. But okay.” “i guess we’ll just have to find new ways to give you gray hairs then.” Tim said with a grin. Bruce laughed, pressing another kiss to Jason's head. “Thats fine by me kiddos. Just no- no more dying okay?” The kids all nodded, cuddling closer to Jason and their father. “Promise.”

#batfam #bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #let bruce be a good dad dc damnit!!! #this is my attempt at writing a proper bruce reacting to his kid almost dying #and obvi i had to throw in some batcat #selina kyle #batkids #batman

[demonbanger]

𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. | 18+

★ ft. sex demon! EUSTASS KID ★

[ click for pt. 1 - don’t fret precious I’m here ]

★ summary: the incubus you summoned this month doesn’t like it when you show interest in other men and makes sure you know it.

🎧 song: Murder Song- Scum of the Earth | Entombed - Deftones

★ pairing: incubus! Eustass x fem! Reader

★ cw: possessive jealous bully Eustass, service dom disguised as brat tamer, aftercare, somno mention

★ taglist: @quinloki @slut4animedilfs @mrpoople @archangel1206 @downforsanji @nikos-a-clown @goshitshardtohaveagoodname @pinkcrystal-rose @detoniara @domainofmarie (if the tag didn’t work sorry bb)

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Having a sex demon take your life energy was really not as bad as the Internet forums said.

Maybe it was because Eustass fucked you so well and made you cream around his cock so much every night, that you slept like a baby and you didn’t notice anything more than that.

You welcomed the change…you had bouts of insomnia anyways before meeting him. And as long as you ate plenty, drank enough water, and had caffeine near your bed, waking up the next day felt like the usual brain fog you always had. You’d have a sleepy smile on your face as you’d walk funny to go pee in the morning and look down to see your skin littered in his bite marks. And knowing you left him with the same markings.

One thing you started to notice was you never woke up a real mess despite how rough the nights were.

Sometimes you woke up with a load inside you since you’d pass out and Eustass would still have his way with your body (you consented to being his toy for him to freely use), but somehow you were still…taken care of in a subtle way.

Your room wouldn’t be in too much disarray even when you swore he tore your clothes off and threw them across the room in the crazy, lust-fueled night before.

Or you could’ve sworn you passed out butt naked on top of the sheets, but somehow you woke up underneath them.

After a week, you’d wake up from your slumber with a can of Monster energy (probably stolen from a gas station) on your desk.

It was almost as if Eustass wanted to help you, even when he had to go back to hell. The way he used you, called you a whore as he grunted in your ear and bounced you on his cock, manhandled you like you were nothing but a rag doll, not really cuddle with you after…all seemed like he would be heartless and uncaring. But past the rough exterior he seemed like he had a slight bit of decency,, and that made you really mean it when you’d call him Daddy, or obediently listen to his commands, or agree “yes Eustass! I’m your pet! Your Fucking doll! Fuck yes right there, nghhh—”

It kind of sucked when he stopped coming. You figured captains of hell’s legions were probably busy creatures, so you’d patiently wait, or just try and get yourself off whenever summoning him didn’t work.

But those days turned into weeks, you realized…it was torture. Trying to get yourself to cum was just never the same, and it was so maddening being back to the feeling that made you summon him in the first place: your fingers never spreading you out the same, lacking the rough skin texture of his fingers that rubbed against your clit so well, dildos not even comparing to his tentacle-like tongue that ate you out like no tomorrow, or thrusting into you so perfectly like his gorgeous cock that molded you to his size.

Eustass was right. He fucking ruined you. He ruined toys for you. His mocking laugh of how he even probably ruined other men’s dicks for you would echo in your ear as each day went on. It pissed you off because now, you weren’t a desperate horny bastard like before you met him—you were worse because that demon showed you heaven by giving your pussy hell.

And by raising your damn standards to the fucking moon.

And he didn’t even say goodbye or if he’d come back. He just left you wondering if he had his fill of you and got bored of his pet, if you sucked his giant cock well enough (well you genuinely couldn’t fit that much of it and you swore his amber eyes would roll back with you jerking off the rest of him), or what you could do to reach him better.

After three weeks. Three, fucking, weeks. You decided you were sick and tired of waiting or guessing. Clearly his absence was an answer that spoke for itself.

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One more failed orgasm, and you’re downloading a hookup app even though you swore off them because you had a few rotten relationships that came from dating apps. But this is different! Right? You’re just hooking up with a guy! Nothing special!

You create a profile and get dolled up in something other than the punk, red, black, lace, latex-type ensembles you’d wear for Kid. Because you’re not dressing for him anymore. You’re not a demon’s bitch.

Within an hour, you receive a notification. It’s a pretty, brunette boy who’s rather polite to you. Asks you questions to get to know you but not in a creepy way, finds out you’re here to fuck, but still says respectful.

You both exchange a few pictures, and he is very pretty. Just got out the shower, he shows you a picture of his pretty, tanned body all damp with curls dripping. You want to know what’s under that damn towel that’s hugging his hips so well.

You express that you’re bored tonight, don’t go out much, and he answers:

“Well, if you’d like, I’d love to satisfy you. Just let me know where you feel safest. I can even bring you food.”

The fact that he offers to take care of you or at least bring you food is something else…you reply:

“If you can FaceTime, for obvious reasons, it’s a done deal.”

And FaceTime he does. His voice is charming. And it sounds especially charming as he moans in your bed, thrusting sensually inside and out. Rocking your bed back and forth.

He’s a really good kisser, too. Holding your face in his warm hands, looking into your eyes with pretty hazel eyes that sparkle.

You think, if you have to settle for a human and put all this demon shit behind you, he would be a great option. At least as a fuckbuddy.

He’s great with aftercare. Great at learning which spots make you wetter, makes you blush from praise, is great at fucking you in doggy.

But he’s missing something. He’s not Eustass. You feel terrible for pushing an entire demonic entity as a standard for a guy who’s just a human, who’s a really good guy and probably an amazing boyfriend too. Fuck. Stop thinking about that demon, he probably won’t come back ever. He probably forgot who you are. You get annoyed with yourself for even letting him occupy parts of your mind and use that as even more of an excuse to enjoy your time with this man. This man, with the way he holds your hands above your head in missionary, the way he brings a hot wet towel to clean you, the way he tells you you did so well, cuddles you with the smell of his intoxicating cologne.

You try to fight off the sinking feeling that there’s still some part of you that’s frustrated. Maybe you can train this man to degrade you, be rougher with you. You know he wishes he could stay the night with his puppy dog eyes but it’s just a hookup, so he courteously goes back home when it gets too late. He tells you goodbye with a wink.

“Call me anytime,” Gabe says, and you smile as you close the door. This is going to be your life. Not too bad, because apparently there are good men out there. Why are you such a brat who can’t be satisfied?

You decide to go to bed early. Maybe it’s for your good that you don’t stay up as long as Eustass would keep you. And that you don’t wake up so sore, wincing when you walk.

————— meanwhile in hell…———————————

He couldn’t help but think about you, but you were getting distracting from his work and consuming his mind which was supposed to be focused on commanding hell’s army.

Your sweet, delicious smell. The way you’d tell him you’re his in that sweet little human voice, muffled by the covers. The way he’d have to peel your hands away from your face so he could taste your tears and eat up your pretty moans. How your hands felt so soft, so pretty as they’d scratch him bleeding.

Any time he’d train to be stronger, your voice begging him to go “Harder, Eu, faster, please” would send blood down there instantly.

He watched your marks on his pale skin fade with time, hoping the torturous memory of your pretty self keeping his cock warm would also fade. But it seemed like any time he’d close his damn eyes, your face was there to greet him. It made him feel…weird. And he didn’t like it. It felt like a lost feeling he may have had before, hundreds of years ago. But he didn’t want to think about it or unlock a whole new Pandora’s box of this thing called…feelings. Because they were starting to claw at him like your little nails, and the danger he sensed was a deeper, darker danger than any enemy he’d faced when commanding the legions of demons to fight the spiritual war.

Somehow you, a human so small compared to him, were more dangerous than any creature that existed in the entire goddamn universe, and you weren’t even trying to be.

He felt like one of your exes stalking you on social media, when he’d peek into your life every now and again to make sure you weren’t getting yourself hurt. To make sure his little pet wasn’t making some dumb decision.

Because you’re a stupid human, one who he couldn’t help but feel belonged to him.

You seemed to be getting along just fine, which annoyed him as much as he knew should’ve relieved him. You stopped calling for him. And he watched as one night when he casually stalked checked in on you, you started calling out another man’s name, a man who carried the name of an angel. That’s when he got pissed. Betrayed. But he did nothing, even when he wanted to rip that guy’s head right off his skinny little neck. It was for his own good that he kept out of the affairs of humans, even you.

His stomach sank, while also burning hotter than hell, when you came around that man’s cock. “Are you really gonna let that man take your human like that?” his vice-admiral Killer asked, and it made something in him tick. So when he heard your call a few earth days later, naturally he had to take back what was his. Because what demon would he be if he wasn’t selfish, self-serving, taking what’s his that shouldn’t be his, and indulging in a human lady?

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You had given up on touching yourself because what was the fucking point. Thus all this sexual energy got so pent up; despite your best efforts, your bad habit of thinking about a dumb demon got worse than ever. So here you are right now, sitting on your bed, wearing something sexy, hoping he could hear you and smell your wetness. Trying to call him one last time couldn’t hurt, right?

You wait, patiently, thinking of his presence, his voice, his scent. Nothing happens. No chill up your back, no glowing sigil. You try and fight the sinking feeling in your abdomen. You should’ve known better. Maybe you’ll just…snuff your candles and stop playing with hell.

Just as you think maybe he’ll never come back and you might as well give up, you hear a gruff throat clear and open your eyes.

“You called?”

You want so badly to be mad, so badly to be mean, to not bat an eye at him, but he looks extra delicious today. He’s dressed in all black and silver, matching the ensemble you’re wearing. He’s got leather and metal spikes adorning his features, but his delicious torso is bare as usual. He’s eyeing you hungrily, possessively, and you realize despite your stupor that you need to give him a little bit of grief.

“Yeah, I called, only about 20 times,” you snap. He isn’t very surprised at your sass. He knew you’d say something bratty, but he doesn’t apologize or anything. He doesn’t say he misses you. He in fact, opens your lingerie drawer and picks up your colorful pieces, and has the gall and the gumption to be almost accusatory towards you.

“What the fuck are these.” Eustass stares blankly, and it’s kind of hilarious because you never told him you got lingerie that didn’t suit his vibe, so that must mean one thing: he checked up on you.

“It’s lingerie, never seen it before?” What an idiot. Your idiot. You hide a chuckle of realization behind a veil of faux snark. He scoffs.

“They don’t know the real you like I do. The absolute freaky kitten you are, and quite frankly I’m glad you don’t show them that side of you. Because only I can bring that out,” like a cat pushing a glass off the countertop after his possessive monologue, the big redhead tosses the garments in your trash bin, just like he did to your sex toys that one night, and you gasp incredulously.

He continues to zero in on you, his heat and familiar smell immediately causing wetness to trickle between your legs. You hate how quickly he does what he does to you. Before you could think, his lips are on yours, feverishly kissing you, consuming you. And even crazier than that, you’re letting him. He’s crawling on top of you on the bed, surprisingly keeping both of your guy’s clothes on, prying apart your legs to make his home there. Right where he belongs.

His tongue explores your mouth like it’s searching for something, and he snarls possessively, hands carding over your hair and petting your soft skin. Oh he wants-wants you.

You almost get that feeling of not being wanted right out of your head. He’s erasing it in seconds, pinning you to the bed like this, kissing down your neck, biting a bit harder than usual, biting wet hickies all over your breasts.

Right when you instinctively buck your hips up to meet his—

“Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast,” he clicks his large tongue. “I can bet you even let that guy fuck you raw and probably even cum inside you. Have you forgotten who you belong to?”

His knee jams between your thighs when you wait a second too long to answer, and hits your sweet spot. You bite your lip and try to stay composed.

“T-three weeks, Eustass, not a single word or anything. I thought you were done with me.”

He snarls into your ear, knee pressing into your clit harder, almost insulted. “Really? You thought I’d be done with you? What a stupid, fucking idea, Y/n, did I fucking stutter when I said this pussy is all mine?”

You squirm away from him, but his hand rubs you harshly though your thin bodysuit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from your throat. “No, but—”

“Then I don’t want to fucking hear it,” Eustass’ fingers dip under the layer of fabric, pushing it to the side, and plunge deeply into your throbbing wet core, clenching his jaw at how your soft, warm walls grip him just right. He’s effective in shutting you up and reducing you to whines as his thumb traces over your soaked, puffy clit.

“You only get this wet for me, right?” You try to maintain eye contact as he curls into that spot inside you, and can only nod your head, gaze averting from his smug amber eyes.

“You know, I’m not done with you until I say I’m done, so I don’t get why you’d go around giving my pussy out to other guys when I told you what would happen.” His eyes smirk at how you clench at his possessive words. You note how he’s trying to sound tough and mean, but there’s a softer tone than usual. He’s butthurt, and might actually be sorry. His next words are extremely serious however.

“So you’re going to pick your punishment doll. Either I kill that motherfucker for stealing you away from me and you watch,” (your heart does backflips because it was more like Eustass being in your thoughts stealing your attention away from the man), “ or, or, you take the fall for Mr. Perfect and I keep going no matter how much you beg and cry, hmm?” You know the obvious answer. Eustass was threatening you with a good time and reclaiming you as his when you never stopped being his. No matter how much you tried.

He’s out of patience, not like he ever has any.

“Well?” He removes his fingers and slaps your clit harshly, the yummy stretch replaced with a harsh sting.

You snap out of your pleasured trance with a moan.

“S-second one, Eustass, use me up, please,” you cry, the way you say his name with your pretty pouty lips making his dick twitch. He fights back a smirk at how easy it is to make you beg.

“You better cut that dipshit out of your life then, because you’re my fucking plaything, and I don’t share with anybody, got it?”

And right when you nod, he’s pulling your bodysuit off and keeping his clothes on. His fingers are back inside you, and the redhead’s smeared painted lips are suctioning on your clit, not even giving you a single second.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan, but can’t move your hips because he’s holding you down with his big, heavy weight so you’re forced to take it 100%.

“Dumb, desperate kitty. I know you can’t get enough of my cock or last even a few weeks when I’m on a voyage in hell. That right, ya spoiled brat?” he’s rumbling before he goes back to tongue-fucking your hot walls, smearing your juices around your clit and spitting on your pussy to add to the mix.

You can do nothing but whimper, “mhm,” as he makes himself more mad.

“Was there anything special about him?” He fucks you on his hand, relishing in how you’re absolutely dripping with arousal and sucking his thick fingers inside you. A familiar heat begins to rise in your core as pleading tears fill your eyes.

You can’t think of an answer and open your mouth, but only whimpers come out; when he adds another finger your brain melts. It already feels like the girth of a cock, except curling to hit the g-spot that makes you yank on the feral male’s fluffy red hair.

“You were so fast to try and replace me,” he growls, and your thighs tremble over his shoulders.

“Tell me this,” he rubs your clit in perfect circles impossibly quick, making you buck into his hand greedily. You feel your high approaching, and you begin to convulse around him, and he nibbles on your inner thigh and holds you down again, effectively pinning you into the mattress.

“You’re not getting away, pretty,” he snarls, admiring how much he affects you as he keeps pumping his fingers in, “tell me—were you successful at replacing me with a little boytoy?”

Your breaths are heaving, you’re sobbing at how good he’s making you feel. “N-no! I wasn’t!” He laps at your clit and suckles on it like you’re his last meal before an execution.

As spots dot your vision, you scream, “only you can make me feel this g—oh!!!” Your back arches into his face as you come undone underneath his ministrations, and his cock is so hard it hurts as you splash his face.

He groans as he continues to finger-fuck you and lap up all you have to offer, his little taste of heaven.

Your body feels like the epitome of standing up too fast, except it’s lasting. But he’s not done. He takes out his fingers, sucks on them, and goes back down, dipping his long tongue inside you.

“I’m still pretty fucking mad that my princess thinks she can call up whoever she wants. You’ll help make me feel all better again,” he remarks, tongue dipping back in. It’s too much, your violent orgasm still has you reeling, and his tongue inside sets your nerves ablaze.

You suck in his tongue so nicely, and he massages your walls with the muscle and prods at the spot that makes your toes curl.

“Oh fuck! Eustass! G-gonna…gonna…” new tears fall down your face as you beg him with your eyes. He chuckles against you, the vibrations making you spasm until you find your release once again. He moans into your plush pussy at how wet you are and how you feel squeezing his tongue. The smell of you, the taste of your arousal, has him drunk and wanting more. So does he stop to give you a break? He absolutely does not. He smooshes kisses against your sloppy pussy—his favorite and only pussy—and scissors his fingers inside you again. Now this is really too much. You plead with him to slow down, to stop, to give you a minute.

“Remember, baby, you decided to get punished by me,” he carefully scrapes his sharp teeth against your clit and you squeal, grabbing his horns, “and I’m a wicked, awful, bad guy. I’m selfish. I’m rotten. I’m Eustass the Fucking Merciless.” He bites your thigh and breaks some skin at the same time as he rubs your clit that hurts. It hurts, because you’re way overstimulated out of your mind. His thrusting fingers are too much, you’re trying to push him away, but he’s too heavy. Too strong. Too big.

“Be a good girl and give up,” you hear him rasp, his pace unrelenting, and with sobbing pleas, he makes you cum again. And again. You’re basically numb at this point, throat dry from screaming, brain dead and unable to say anything that makes sense. Absolutely wrecked from pleasure.

“There, there,” he slaps your clit cruelly, and your whole body shakes. He’s still fully clothed and everything, and you feel it and are reminded of the power he has to reduce you to a pitiful whining puddle as he goes up to kiss you. You surrender immediately, pliable, weak. His tongue captures yours in a kiss and you tiredly feel down his warm, muscular body. You smell your heady scent and taste your arousal on him. All of your juices and devouring you has taken off his lipstick. His entire face is soaked in you. Because Eustass eats you like he fucking means it.

He eats all of your whimpers, and eventually you begin to kiss back a bit more, and he deeply laughs into the kiss, entire chest vibrating against your torso. “Little kitten,” he squeezes your cheeks, and kisses your scrunched, pouty lips. “Hope you’re ready to get fucked for real this time.”

You don’t even feel like you’re thinking while you’re getting the words out.

“M’your kitten,” you pout at him with glassy eyes that make him crumble, “need you inside me, please,” you punctuate with a tug on his clothing, and he gets up, wasting no time. He’s so pretty and tall as he takes off his outerwear, unbuckles his belts, takes off his pants. He climbs back on top of you in no time, panting through his mouth, amber eyes hooded in desire. Eustass Kid is weak in the knees for you, and he’s admitting it all over. He pumps his cock, squeezing the head and gathering his own slick on his fingers. He brings them to your lips, and you suck on them, tasting his sweet musk.

He’s so goddamn gorgeous, smiling down at how well you suck his fingers. He may have a smug expression on his face, but his eyes sparkle with something a bit more.

You spread your legs a little bit wider to give him room to slot his thick hips between you thighs. His thick head rubs against your still sensitive pussy, and he sinks in to the hilt in one thrust. Nothing could prepare you enough for how big of a cock he has, not even a regular sized man’s cock plus a couple of fingers. You blink back more tears you didn’t know you had, and he’s giving you no mercy as he thrusts into you again and again, with no regards to your crying.

“Gonna wreck you so. fucking. good,” he says through clenched teeth, holding your knees to your chest, as he reaches you so deep, you feel his tip kissing your cervix.

“Eu’! Slow down! Please! Please! Please! Please!” You whimper in time with his thrusts.

“You’re telling me to slow down, and begging me to keep fucking you. Which is it? Don’t got a lot going on up there, do ya?” he chides as he continues to slam into you, balls slapping you as you get wetter from his bullying.

“So mean, Eustass,” you whimper, creaming around his cock, as he brings a hand up to your throat. Your eyes roll up and tongue sticks slightly out. He groans at how well you’re taking him.

“And you like it, don’t you?” He glances at your jiggling tits and back up at your fucked-out expression. You are absolutely ruined already, and his cock hasn’t even been in you for that long.

You nod, a hand squeezing his forearm and he clenches just a little bit harder. You gasp for air and are even more turned on, and he lets go to watch you take in a sharp breath and moan it out.

“Yeah, I know you like it, I know you like getting wrecked, and that’s why you’re perfect fr’me, y’know that?”

“Y-yeah, I do!“

His voice suddenly softens, and it catches you off guard, but he’s still fucking you with the same force.

“No one can fuck you as hard as I can, right baby?”

His eyes..they hold almost a sadness? You grab the hand that was near your throat and turn and kiss it, which makes his heart flutter in his chest, but he’ll never admit it.

“N-no one can, daddy, ‘s’only you! I’m sorry daddy,” your brain is turned to mush and he sees it in your mindless eyes, and he groans and pins you down into a mating press, his heavy weight just about crushing you.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he groans, and bites and kisses your neck. Your limbs squeeze around him to hold him as close and as deep inside you as possible.

“Want your cum in me, Eustass, please!” You sob in his ear. “Fill me up, I’m only yours! I’m sorry I got so lonely without you.”

He moans as he kisses your neck, still thrusting into you deeply and quickly. You decide to keep going, lost in lust and wanting him inside you forever.

“Need you, please don’t leave me, m’ your fuckdoll,” you moan, and his eyes snap to yours. His pupils are blown so wide.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, and he kisses you, wraps an arm around you, and rolls you both over so he’s fucking up into you and holding you close on top of his chest. Your moans are drowned in his kiss, and you feel so safe, so amazing in his warm embrace. His long, massive arms cover just about your entire torso. Your hands hug around his head, and he’s barreling into you sloppily, frantically, like a wild beast in a desperate rut.

“As if I’d ever leave you,” he mutters lowly, and his last thrusts are slow, before you feel hot white gushing inside, coating your insides. You both moan, and kiss, and he slows down to a halt for a few moments.

His heart hammers in his chest as he looks up at you, and you blush.

“What?” You ask, flustered.

“Fucking brat. I only left because ‘m falling for your dumb ass.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Turn around,” he sneers.

“But—!”

He manhandles you, pulling out and relishing in the way your juices dribble out of your pussy. He sits up and turns you around with his strong hands.

“Sink back down. Now.” You do as you’re told. He’s still fucking hard.

“Good fucking girl, now stay still like a little doll,” he lays you both back down, and grips the bottom of your thighs and lifts them until your knees are to your chest. He hooks his arms around your legs and holds your head so you’re in a full Nelson. You squeeze into his thick arms for support.

“Look how well you grip my cock,” he groans as he thrusts deeply into you, your pussy gripping him on the way out.

“Oh fuck,” You moan at the sight.

“It’s so clear you don’t want me to leave, even your pussy doesn’t want to let go. So I guess I’m stuck with you,” Eustass rumbles over the sound of skin slapping and slick spreading as if that’s the most reasonable conclusion..which it is.

“I’m made for you, no one else makes me feel so good, so full,” you whine, boosting his ego as he slowly hits your sweet spot.

“Yeah? You mean it and not just lying to me?” He grunts, glad you’re unable to see how much he’s hoping you’re telling the truth.

“You ruined me, can’t enjoy it if it’s not you, need you, only you Eustass,” you confess, and you swear his cock twitches inside you.

He unlatches you. “Fuck,” he snarls, and changes positions so you’re in doggy. “Say that again,” he grips your ass, and you turn to look at him, and whimper at how intently he’s looking at you.

“Only you can fuck me this good, I want only you forever,” at the forever, he inhales a sharp breath, the pretty sound leaving his pretty lips, plus the fire in his eyes threatening to consume everything around you, plus his thickness filling you in this position, plus his balls slapping your clit, plus the way his giant hands hold your hips so securely, makes pleasure fill your brain again to the brink of overflowing.

“Yeah? Well shit, gonna keep you then, Y/n,” he all but whines. Hearing him say your name with such breathlessness makes you clench around him, and he rubs circles on your clit.

“You gonna cum for me? Again, you selfish little princess?” He coos, as your fourth orgasm of the night approaches.

“Yes, Eustass! So close,” you whine.

He keeps pistoning inside you and stimulating your clit like the perfect incubus. “Good baby, cream around my cock just like fucking that,” he moans, and you see white once again, screaming silently, eyes clenching tightly. He goes a few more thrusts into your clenching cunt, and moans as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting a little, and you’re collapsing into the bed.

“Such a weak human,” he smooths over your lower back, slowly pulling out and admiring the cream pie. You’re actually pretty strong for being able to handle him, and he finds only you as worthy of his cock specially for that reason.

You feel yourself on the brink of passing out when you feel him help you to the restroom so you can take care of business. You sleepily wash you hands after and collapse in the mattress, tired out of your mind. Then you gasp at a warm, wet towel wiping you clean. He’s probably going to leave soon, you think sadly. Why did you tell him not to leave you? So stupid …though…wait…didn’t he tell you he was falling for you?

Then the mattress groans and sinks behind you as you lay on your side.

A large arm snakes around you. Wait what?

He leans his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Because someone is so clingy,” he mutters, and you roll your eyes because he’s the clingy one. You shift to turn around to face his warm chest, and almost hear purring when you set his arm back to curl around you more. “Mhmm,” you sleepily hum, and his heart leaps at how sweet and adorable you are, two things he’s very unfamiliar with but has come to love. He can’t believe he’s doing this, watching you sleep.

You both relax in each other’s presence. Quiet.

When he’s sure you’re asleep, you hear him whisper,

“Fucking love you,” as he admires your resting form.

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#[✏️] speaking in tongues #demon papí draws #eustass x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x fem reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #tw monsterfucking #z​oro smut #sanji smut #luffy smut

[bigfemboyenergy]

The Worst Crossover To Ever ‘Cross Over’ Pt.3

kill me i have no idea how to write the batfamily or the joker//

Sonic breathes in deeply, trying to regain his cool. He’s seen so much bullshit in only a few seconds, so it makes sense. It almost feels like someone’s writing him into this crap, because of how bad it is.. but anyway.

About twenty or so feet away, there’s the entrance to a warehouse. In front of it, two people stand; a clownish creep, with eerily green hair, slicked back, and his lips smothered with tarnished red lipstick..and Danny, in something resembling a hero suit of sorts, with his hair and eyes now white and green, respectively. It’s quite the spectacle. So much so that there’s a few bat- and bird- themed people just a few rooftops away..watching.

After a few seconds of watching Danny interact with the freakish clown man, Sonic decides to rush in, standing between Danny and the clown, concern leaving his eyes looking wide and more unusual than normal. The clown pays little mind to him, trying to talk with Danny, intrigue lighting up his thin, sharp features. “Oho, another!” the clown starts. “I’ve never seen anything quite like you two before.” Sonic stands defensively in front of Danny, arms stretched out to protect him. “Yeah, and I’ve never seen a clown become the butt of their own joke, but here you are,” Sonic retorts, with a scowl. He’s going full defensive. Behind him, however, Danny doesn’t seem nearly as bothered as one might expect.

A while earlier, Danny had just arrived, drawn in by the noise. Only to see a clown near the source of the sound and some bat furry guy and his supposed accomplices some buildings away, just watching? He was not pleased. Flying down to the clown, he discovered that the horrible shrieking was just the laugh of this nasty clown..or a ringmaster..? Less clown-like..reminds him of that weirdo from Circus Gothica. Danny shivers, immediately uncomfortable. “So, who are you, and what are you doing?” Danny starts, ready to interrogate. The ringmaster-clown-guy shrugs, with a cruel giggle; “Oh, you know, a bit of this, a bit of that.” Danny rolls his eyes, noticing his dodging of the question. The clown dude looks Danny up and down, in a way that makes him so much creepier. “Are you, mayhaps, one of them?” Danny looks at where the clown is pointing- the bat furry and some other furries. “Uh, no way, don’t know who that furry is, never seen him before today-” Danny starts, before being rudely interrupted by the ringmaster-clown’s horrible laughter. “He isn’t quite a furry, but it’s funny you see him as such! He’s Batman, kid. And you are?” Danny looks at the clown guy, deciding that his non-hostility leaves him somewhat okay to respond to..especially if he’s gonna start building his rep back up. “Phantom. You know, usually one should say their own name first during an introduction,” Danny says, with a curious expression. “But you didn’t. Who are you, then?” The ringmaster grins wildly as he proclaims, “The Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker, one and only!” Danny’s face pales slightly; this guy is definitely not a good guy, with a name and title like that. Maybe I shouldn’t have indulged him, he thinks.

Danny takes a step back, feeling a lot less safe around this “Joker” guy. He hasn’t done anything wrong yet, but he certainly will try, won’t he?

As Sonic arrives at the scene, Batman almost takes action. These people..where have they come from? He nor any of his colleagues habe met them, that’s for sure- he’d know if they had. A boy called “Phantom”, clearly a meta, and some blue spiky meta. Unusual and sudden appearances could mean..something big. But it seems that the situation is dying down for now.. so he swoops away, bringing the rest of his team with him.

Sonic glares at the clown, not knowing what he may have done or not done to Danny. Danny steps up behind Sonic, whispering in his ear, “He’s some sort of prankster, I think? Calls himself “Joker”. He hasn’t done anything yet.” Sonic lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Whispering back, he murmurs, “Let’s just go, for now. He gives me the heebie-jeebies.” Danny nods, and Sonic promptly grabs Danny and runs away, with incredibly speed, the Joker looking at the two of them and waving as they escape the scene.

Now back at their makeshift home, Sonic asks, “Why did you leave?” He puts Danny down and looks up at him, a bit saddened. “I thought something bad could’ve happened, or you were afraid of me…” He sighs. Danny looks at Sonic, eyes sympathetic and kind; “I woke up and was too worried to sleep. Sorry. I just..wanted to scope out the town. And, uh..I think we have some more things to talk about..” He gestures to himself, and then to Sonic. “Some abilities and backstories we need to share.”

#i forgot to mention but @redflagshipwriter is a big inspo for this with their red reassembly thing so thanks to them for being awesome #ok so this is awful and things are overlapping badly les go #cant write dcu stuff for shit #too hyperfixated on sonic #help im thinking waaay into the future #dp x dc #dc x dp #sonic x dp x dc #dc x sonic x dp #dp x dc x sonic #dp x sonic #sonic x dp #dc x sonic #sonic x dc #danny phantom #sonic #dcu #spoilers but im really interested in how i can fit more sonic cast in #i made joker a goofy goober whys he nonviolent so far #maybe its building up and im actually not trying to exit stage right #yeah my joker (yes i have a ver of him) is way less torturous and more silly..still crazy though #The Worst Crossover To Ever Cross Over™️

[devilmen-collector]

Nightmare

Pairing: Andrealphus x Kleiniel, Beelzebub x Kleiniel

Warning: mention of rape and sexual abuse, blood, mild NSFW but not smut

Kleiniel was sitting in a cafe in Abyssos, reading the messages on his phone while leaving his drink untouched. He knew better than to consume anything in Abyssos.

"That Beelzebub, did he forget our date? That son of a bitch." The fake devil cursed under his breath.

Suddenly, he noticed a pair of long legs standing at his table. He looked up to see who it was. The momeny he saw the devil, his heart skipped a beat.

The handsome tall devil had a pair of scarred eyes, a bloody angel wing on his hack and a halo that was no less bloody over his head. He was carrying a frightening scythe on his back.

(A-andrealphus the Angel Hunter!!!) Kleiniel screamed and cursed his luck in his thought.

"Found you. The demon Klein...no Kleiniel the Most Hypocrite Seraph." Andrealphus said with a creepy smile on his face, similar to a clown in some horror movies.

Kleiniel tried to summon his Holy Blade but the Angel Hunter was faster than him. He swung his scythe at the Seraphim's neck. But Seraph managed to dodge but the scythe grazed his neck.

The Seraph held his wounded neck but suppressed the urge to scream in his throat.

"You didn't scream like the others? But of course, it is nothing compared to what my family and friends suffered at the hand of you angels."

"Andrealphus. I didn't know anything about your family."

"Of course you don't, you angels would never care to remember the devils you massacred." Andrealphus said as he swung his scythe again and cut off one of Kleiniel's ears. Blood poured out from his ear hole.

The fake demon wanted to scream but did his best to suppress it, which started to irritate Andrealphus. The twisted demon wanted to make his caught prey scream and beg for their life, just like what they did the many devils in his village before.

"Ah, that's right. You came to Hell to seek pleasure, right? If I did that to you..." The devil from Niflheim gave Kleiniel a creepy smile again.

"W-what-

Before the Seraph could say more than one word, Andrealphus swung his scythe again and ripped off Kleiniel's clothes with his cut. And with fast movement thanks to being trained in Niflheim army, Andrealphus managed to push the Preacher of Heaven on the table.

"I wonder, how many devil penises have you used to pleasure that hole of yours." Andealphus smiled as he turned the big shaft of the scythe at Kleiniel's butt hole.

"Wait, don't tell me, STOP-

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Kleiniel opened his eyes and sat up quickly on the bed, panting and sweating all over his naked body.

"Are you alright, Pancake?" Beelzebub, who was lying beside Kleiniel, also naked, asked as he opened his eyes.

"No, nothing...it's just a nightmare." Kleiniel told Beel some truth after some hesitation as he left the bed, despite difficulty in walking, and prepared to wear his clothes.

"You are already leaving? Didn't you say you would stay until the morning?"

The fake demon glared at Beelzebub as if the King of Gluttony wasn't the one who left early while he was still sleeping on their dates before.

"Yeah, I have something to do." The Seraph lied.

After finishing donning everything, Kleiniel headed to the door of the hotel's room. But before he opened the door, he turned to look at Beelzebub.

"...Can you help me leave Abyssos?" Kleiniel asked after some hesitation.

"Of course, anything for you, Pancake. Where to?"

Self-indulgent fic but hope you guys like it :3

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[casuallivi]

The Midnight Kiss

Summary:  When your future boyfriend appears with a girlfriend, that is not you, there’s nothing you can do but date her ex, right?...Right?

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 1: Feeling like general Dan in that one scene from Forest Gump

The expression “this party turned into a funeral” never made more sense to Elain than now.

“This is my girlfriend, Morrigan.” He announced with a satisfied grin, a possessive arm draped around Morrigan’s waist.

Pharrell Williams’ Happy blasted on the background, Nuala singing along awfully off pitch. Her choice of song would have been terribly funny had Elain not been feeling the floor swaying under her feet. The man cleared his throat oddly, and Elain realized she had not reacted to the news. It cost everything she had to get herself moving, to reach for the woman's stretched hand and say, “Nice to meet you.”

The words tasted sour in her tongue, bile threatening to rise up as the gorgeous blonde with blood red lips and killer features spoke, probably greeting her back, but Elain could not hear a word she was saying, the sound of her own heart shattering clogging her ears.

He got a girlfriend.

Cassian Marino, her handsome Greek god of a boss –actually, he was her boss’s boss– who she had a crush on since joining her new company, who had a playboy reputation, who was the biggest one-night-stand-only enthusiast she had ever met, who was extremely anti-dating, who ‘would not be caught dead with a girlfriend’ –his words, not hers– was now proudly calling a woman, who was not Elain, his girlfriend.

Elain eyed the woman Cassian called Morrigan, cataloging everything about her, from her perfect posture and educated manners to the gorgeous dress outlining her perfect body. Morrigan’s translucent pearl dress shimmed over her curves ending just above her ass, toned bronzed legs ending in high heels so thin she could use them as needles, impeccable pin straight beach blonde strands pulled over her left shoulder. A sense of familiarity downed on her, brown eyes nearly popping of their sockets when she connected the dots. It was her. His girlfriend was the model selected for last month's pictorial.

Beside her, Cassian shined simple by being his usual smiley handsome self, dressed in casual tee, cargo and flip flops combo, tying his shoulder-length hair back, the act highlighting every curve of his biceps and strong pectoral. He kissed the blonde’s neck and Elain turned back, beginning to remove her silly accessories.

She pushed the silly glittered glasses spelling 2022 inside the back pocket of her shorts –which where currently hidden under an even sillier pink tutu she found on the fantasy box. Why was it, that the model was the one overdressed to a casual party, and yet, somehow, Elain was the one who ended up feeling out of place? It was a karaoke party on Cerridwen’s backyard, for crying out loud! Why this one had to dress like a star attending the Grammys?

Elain considered herself a person with great self-esteem and a high sense of value, not once feeling jealous of the numerous models she photographed for the magazine in the last year. They were all gorgeous women with killer bodies that came out stunning after passing through her lenses, but Elain loved herself and admired her non-model curves all the same. Tonight was different. Tonight, she felt jealous of a model for the first time, cursing herself for not doing those daily squats to grow her butt a little as she said she would on her last year’s resolution…

“Hey, we match.” Cassian’s jolly voice reached her as he tugged his tee.

“Yeah,” Elain laughed awkwardly, hands quickly working to remove the bright red clown nose from her face. ’How fitting’. She thought bitterly.

On the front of her tee, there where two cartoonish sunflowers wearing sunglasses and hi-fiving, the phrase, “hey there, bud!”, written underneath; a twin to the one she gifted him on Secret Santa. On the rare occasions he appeared on the shooting site he made her thrilled. They formed a friendship based on the bad habit of exchanging terrible puns, making lots of inappropriate jokes. Elain thought they were closer than a priest and a choir boy backstage, so she purposefully ordered them matching white tees, knowing he would be tempted to use it on New Year’s Eve; the same day she intended to confess her feelings. Damn it.

His comment earned Morrigan’s attention, who looked at Elain with new interest, while the photographer was distracted, trying to pin a similarity between the two of them. They both had brown eyes and that was it. The problem was Elain’s turned terribly dull and extremely boring putting side by side with Morrigan’s shimmering ember ones. Elain wanted to groan. Life was bitch.

“I’m thirsty.” The model said, running a hand over Cassian’s chest.

“Come on, let’s grab you a drink.”

The couple bid her a quick farewell, Elain pouting as Cassian tow his girlfriend toward other party member, proudly presenting her to every single one of their coworkers and friends. She forced herself to stop watching, marching to the temporary stage, searching for fantasy box with more colorful accessories. Imaging dozens of fake scenarios where she was the one in his arms, she shimmed out of the pink tutu, throwing it inside with a little more strength than necessary, the box nearly tipping to the side.

“Let’s sing ABBA!” Nuala screeched, materializing behind her, beer slouching in Elain’s arms as she was swayed form side to side.

“Later. I need to go to the bathroom.” Elain tapped her friend and slipped away.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Then she turned back and pointed at a man. “You! Let’s sing ABBA!”

Right now Elain didn’t give a flying carrot about ABBA, her mind busy replaying the same scene over and over again.

This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan.

She moved across the synthetic grass with robotic steps, sliding inside the house and finding the bathroom with pure muscle memory. Elain stared at her distressed image in the mirror, face flushed from dancing, golden glitter sparkling across her nose and cheeks, braid disheveled from the earlier singing session. Oh my god, she greeted Cassian’s hot girlfriend looking like a toddler high on sugar. Elain stuck her finger in her hair and pulled hard, groaning at her own inability to sit quiet and enjoy a gathering like a composed adult. Nooo, she just had to give into the karaoke and do a crazy redemption of “I Will Survive” because Nuala dared her to do it.

This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan. This is my girlfriend, Morrigan.

 On her tiptoes she reached for the upper cabinet, searching blindly for the facial soap, working to remove the glitter with the help of cold water, then she moved to undo the braid, trying look a little more presentable. As she worked to untangle the hair, her anger was redirected from the model for being hot, to Cassian for being an ass and getting a girlfriend.

He said he didn't do girlfriends!

“Don’t do girlfriend my ass.”

Someone pounded on the door.

“Coming!”

Elain practiced an unbothered expression and a happy smile two more times and opened the door, a drunk girl darting by her straight to the toilet. Taking deep breaths she returned to the garden, choosing one of the jumble beanbags to sit on. Elain tried not to look at the couple, she really did, but her eyes kept betraying her and tracking everything they did. God, it was like she was a glutton for punishment.

“You are staring.”

He dropped himself beside her without ceremony, the sudden movement undulating the beanbag, Elain bracing herself on his leg by reflex. Damn, his thigh was solid as a rock. Elain collected her hand quickly, discreetly trying to put space between them.

Azriel sipped his drink side-eyeing her tee, then Cassian’s, judgment all over his usually stoic face.

“Planned a little number, I see.”

“It was a coincidence.” She denied a little too fast, blushing for getting caught.

Elain and the Managing Editor had never really clicked, Azriel getting on her nerves since the first day with his stoic expression and crude orders. Just because he was her boss didn’t mean he get to order her around all the time… well, it did, but he didn’t have to be so obnoxious about it. Most of her previous jobs where freelancer gigs, making Elain used to a certain degree of liberty that was brutally ripped from her hands once she signed an exclusivity contract with Marinos, Azriel being the responsible for destroying her old habits and put her line.

Elain usually did her best to hide her dislike for the he-devil who tormented her working days. She was actually surprise to see him here. Never in her wildest imagination she would picture their soulless manager hanging with his subordinates in a karaoke party on the last day of the year. He had never attendant one of the gathering she went to, all work and no play this one. Sometimes she wondered if he had a single fun bone in his body… probably not. Maybe he had no friends to hang out with. Knowing his terrible personality, that’s was probably the answer. She fought hard to control her evil smile.

Azriel’s short midnight hair was combed back, suit pants without a wrinkle in sight, freshly shined shoes matching the black button down with sleeves rolled to his elbows – the man was wearing all black, for New Year’s Eve. Gee. Elain scrunched her nose; he was the farthest thing from her type in this place. She liked her man carefree, with long hair and lewd jokes.

"Ten minutes for midnight, guys!" Cassian's voice boomed, then he kissed Morrigan red lips, making Elain’s stomach churn with jealousy.

It could have been her getting kisses and being adored by him. It should have been her. Sighing, she turned to ask Azriel what he wanted, only to catch him observing the same pair, hazel eyes flickering with the same emotion Elain had been trying to hide the whole night.

“Do you know her?” Her big fat mouth worked faster than her brain. She was curious about the look he was giving the couple, but she knew better than to try to start a conversation with Azriel.

“She modeled for us last month.” He spoke to her as if she was dumb.

See? This is why she didn't talk to him outside work.

“I meant before that. Did you already know her?”

“This industry isn’t really that big, Archeron.”

His sarcasm was not enough to hide the hint of emotional coming to light; annoyance, irritation, and deflection. Her senses prickled. My, my, would you look at that. He was totally deflecting.

“You're friends?” she probed.

“No.” This time his answer came with a harsh bite to it. “We are not friends.”

“You like her.” She decided triumphantly, a Cheshire’s smile stretching in her lips.

“I Like her,” he mocked her tone, making a hideous face. “What’s this? Seventh grade?”

“Oh, don’t patronize me, you know what I mean.”

“You mean like you ‘like’ my brother?” He emphasized the word like with a taunting end to it, whipping her smile.

"I don’t – what – I’m not – what,”

Elain tried to save her face, but Azriel only sneered at her mumbling, sipping his drink.

“Was I obvious?” she asked after a beat of silence.

“Painfully.”

“Ohmygod.” She groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Someone, please, open a hole and bury her in the earth, now.

“My brother is used to women swooning over him.”

“God, that makes it worse.”

“Relax. You’ll survive.” He mocked a tune, winking at her, making allusion to the music she sang earlier.

Wait a minute. Did Azriel Marino make a joke? What was going on? And why was he sitting here in the first place? Talking to her about non-work-related things, which he never did before? Clarity hit her like a truck. Jealousy. He must have recognized her jealousy, seeing the woman he was interested in the arms of another, his brother nonetheless. Empathy flooded inside her. People were the same when their hearts were broken.

“It’s fine, it was just a crush.” No, it wasn’t. She had been into him for a year. “I just have to like someone else, someone available for starts. Hey, that’s a good New Year’s resolution. Date someone who can take Cassian out of my mind!” Elain laughed nervously.

Just then Nuala passed by with hands full of small tubes containing confetti. She handed one to Elain and one to Azriel, blowing a plastic whistle on their faces.

“You surprise me Archeron. I didn’t know you can turn your feelings off that easily.” He commented when she was gone.

“I can’t, but I have to begin somewhere.”

Azriel only looked forward, Morrigan catching his eyes briefly, offering him a friendly smile as if she had not been in his bed the night before. He doesn't smile back. He can't bring himself to pretend his happy for this new development. Putting a green hat on his brother was not one of his proudest moment, but Azriel had always had difficulty in saying no to the pretty blonde dangling from Cassian’s arm. Ten years. Ten years he stayed in her call back and forth.

“I’m not ready for a relationship yet.”

“I finally booked my first runaway.”

“I need to focus on my career first.”

“You know I’m not seeing him anymore; what does it matter how we call ourselves if we are exclusive again?”

“I finally booked my first cover.”

Morrigan always had a new milestone to achieve, a new tittle to conquer. Azriel understood her, she was a career-driven woman, and he was really proud of her for everything she conquered, but he was also tired, so fucking tired of being played. Azriel truly loved one woman his entire life, a woman who said she loved him as well... Just not more than her career.

That’s why they broke up for the last time. He had enough when she was photographed with another man, this time in a cozy diner in Spain, her companion an indie movie director.

“That's sensationalism, you know that right? I was not in a date with this man. He offered me a role in his movie, acting Az! Can you imagine that, me as an actress?”

He said he was happy for her, but he did not want to continue in this relationship anymore.

“Are you breaking up with me?” She sobbed with tearful eyes.

“How can I break up with you if we never in a relationship?"

She cried and begged and promise to compromise. Azriel believed none of it, they had danced that same dance one too many times for him to have any faith. It was relationship doomed to end.

Now he was here, in a party he would not have attended in normal circumstances, guilty churn in his stomach. Maybe he should tell Cass about last night. Azriel saw Morrigan for the first time again a month ago when she was casted to appear in the cover of Marinos. He also saw the way his brother’s eyes lit up looking at her, heard all about his instant infatuation, about his Christmas proposal, about her saying yes to be his girlfriend, a yes, she never gave Azriel. He could solemn blame the excessive drinking for opening the door to her, letting her in. Deep down he knew whose fault it was.

His fault.

He was an idiot. And a idiot who blabbed when drunk. For fuck sakes, in a few minutes of conversation he practically admitted his feelings for his brother’s girlfriend to the woman who he had done nothing but fight in the last year.

Elain Archeron was a great photographer, a little green for the fashion industry, but her quick wit and capacity to adapt had taken the magazine quality to another level. She didn’t know this, but Azriel was the one who suggested his brother signed an exclusivity contract, despite their first Collab being a horror show. At the time they had hired her for a freelancer job, their photographer was in the hospital and they needed to reshoot the cover asap. Nuala, from advertisement, said she had a friend available, and so Azriel meet Elain. Her style was different from their usual, her creative process clashing with Azriel’s style and his aptitude to stick to the pre-established program. Elain was freestyler. He hated freestyle.

They clashed hard, so hard he screamed at her to do her job right, she screamed at him to take the stick out of his ass, and Nuala paled, thinking she would lose her job for recommending an explosive substitute. In the end Azriel ended up with a winter cover that went viral online, increasing their sales by 2,5%. Elain Archeron was a nasty thing with unruly hair and a questionable amount of overalls, but she did her job right. He could respect that. Azriel liked passionate people - even when they were crazy freestylers.

“You should do the same, you know.” Elain proposed, twisting the miniature confetti tube. “Why do they get to be all happy while we sit here mopping? No, no. Let’s break free from these chains of love.”

Elain stood up, making a victory fist. Her resolution was ready! She had a good job now, a stable job, she just needed to stop pinning for her unavailable boss, preferably by finding a boyfriend who loved her very, very, much, and everything would be perfect. Her new fantasies of world domination were shattered by Azriel’s throaty laughter.

He actually laughed at her. How dare him.

“I’m being serious.”

“Sure.” Azriel said.

“I am! Stay there pinning for you crush if you want, but I will find myself a lover.”

“A lover?”

“A lover.”

“Oh, and pray tell how you intent to do that?”

Elain paused. Good question. How did she intended to do that?

“One minute for midnight!” Someone yelled, lighting a lamp in her brain.

Every good New Year’s resolution starts at midnight. Elain sat again, smirking at Azriel.

"When the clock strike midnight, I'll leave this old pinning Elain behind and make out with the first man that looks my way." She announced puffing her chest.

"And how would that work exactly? You think you'll fall in love with the first guy you kiss after spending years pinning from my brother?"

Years? Elain frowned. She had only known Cassian for a year. Besides, his words sound a little too harsh and bitter for her taste.

"I don't know.” She said carefully. “Maybe, maybe not. But it will be a start. I have to start somewhere. You can’t expect to change your life doing the same thing you always did.”

Silence stretched between them, but Elain’s attention was snagged to the ‘ten seconds before midnight’ counting starting.

[…]

Three,

Two,

“Okay.” Azriel said quietly as the counting reached ‘one’.

Fireworks, confetti, cheers, and wishes of “happy new year” exploded everywhere, yet Elain didn’t feel festive at all. As she watched Cassian deep his girlfriend and give her a sinful kiss, Elain felt more like general Dan in that one scene from Forest Gump; frozen in perpetual agony while everyone else celebrated around her. Was this what torture felt like?

Elain was so busy drowning in self-pity she didn’t notice Azriel's decision until it was too late, a decision that would change both their lives forever, because he went and did the most unbelievable and inexplicable thing in the story of the universe. Azriel, the man who she constantly butted head with, placed both hands on her face and planted a kiss on her lips.

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[axe-writes]

The Trouble with Kids

@maximumscissorsgiantcop sorry it wasn’t longer! I’m trying to get back to writing more!

When you went to bed that night, you hadn’t expected your husband to pounce on you as soon as you entered the room. He had put the little one to bed while you enjoyed a long hot shower. You almost screamed out as long arms wrapped around you. Thankfully for the both of you, the sound got caught in your throat and the only thing that came out was a startled squeaking sound.

“Awwww sweetness, you wouldn’t want to wake our little gumdrop now would you?” He practically purrs out, breath grazing your ear. Before you can respond his hand finds its way between your thighs rubbing you just the right way.

“O-Ohhh god Jack,” You moan out leaning against his lean body. Your own hands reach up to cling to him as he works his fingers into you.

“My sweet little treat.” He pulls those fingers out, sucking on them as his other arm lifts you up laying you on the bed.

As you turn to look at him, you notice he’s completely naked. Not one stitch of his clown clothes adorn his body. You have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of his long pretty cock. He opens your legs making you blush, something he was quite good at even after a few years of being intimate with each other.

Your eyes lock on him as he moves, getting on top of you. His hands move down your body and over to his, as he starts to line himself up. Suddenly you’re full of him, causing you to bite your lip so you didn’t yell out in pleasure.

He groans, his movements slow and loving. Jack had two modes when it came to sex, absolutely railing you or making love. You very very much enjoyed being completely destroyed by him, but you adored when he wanted to be soft and make love to you. Even though it was soft, it was full of passion.

His lips and tongue took turns claiming your skin, as this movements brought him deeper into you. Jack kissed you passionately, taking the breath from you. Your cheeks turned a soft pink as you slowly began to swirl your hips pressing them closer to his.

Just as you started to fully lose yourself in the moment there was a knock at the door. Before you could react, it opened up to reveal a small form. Yours and Jack’s little one was staring wide eyed at the scene in front of them. “Daddy, what are you doing to mommy?” They asked as they rubbed their sleepy eyes.

Jack quickly moved and covered you with the blanket, then jumped out of bed, and slipped on his pants before scooping the child up. “Well gumdrop, you see, your mother and I love each other very much and sometimes we like to show that love by umm being intimate together.” He looked at you for approval.

You were still a little shocked and now taken somewhat aback by his response. All you could do was nod your head in agreement.

“What does that mean?” They asked him, looking up at him with a sleepy curiosity.

“It means..” Jack trails off thinking of how to word it. “It means that we were doing something that we will talk about when you’re.. taller.”

“When I’m as tall as you daddy?” They asked smiling.

“Yes gumdrop, I will tell you about it when you’re my height.” He laughs making you grin. You loved hearing Jack laugh, it made your heart flutter. Watching him hold your child in his arms made you feel peaceful. Jack turned around and looked at you. “I’ll be back sweetness, keep going for me.” He winks at you causing a blush to quickly spread over your cheeks.

“J-Jack! Goodness!” You wrap the blanket around you and walk over kissing the little gumdrop on the head seeing them already starting to fall asleep on Jack.

He quickly reaches down pinching your butt before walking out of the room. A soft giggle escapes your lips before you walk back over to the bed and lay down. You couldn’t wait for him to come back and finish what he started. The ghost of his touch still lingered on your body as you slowly started to do what he said. He was going to come back and you were going to be ready for him.

#story time #creepypasta #laughing jack x reader #sorta lemony

[ace-and-ink]

since i was a child

before i even understood what it meant to call myself a girl

i was held to a standard i never knew about

to this day i don’t know where it came from or who made it

but if i ever find him (i’m sure they’re a him)

my hands would find his neck

and i’d pass what they would do next

as their “instinct” or “natural order”

but since i was young

before i even knew myself well enough

to know what to call myself

i was told how to look and what to do

i was too young to be teased for having a bit of a tummy

because wasn’t i a child?

weren’t our bodies supposed to be like that?

i was too innocent to be laughed at for the things i said

before i learned to lean into it to prevent the shame, but not the fear

because how could i understand what i was and wasn’t supposed to say?

how was i supposed to know the social stigmata

before i could even spell stigmata?

i had a chest of dress-up things

tucked away in the back of my closet

full of sparkly princess dresses

and glitter-covered plastic heels

with tiaras and crowns

and painful clip-on earrings

because “this is what girls play with”

all the replicas of things from the princess movies

i could never force myself to love

so i used my tooth fairy money

to buy little plastic cars at the dollar store

with wheels that came out of the package sticky on their axle

but then i was always the one out of the loop

playing with toys at my friends’ houses

and no one came to mine

because i never had anything to offer them

that they would truly like

all throughout my youth it seemed

everyone was learning it but me

what to say and what to do

how to look and how to act

in order to be “loved”

my friends became too cruel too quickly

they laughed at me more and more

before i learned to make myself the clown with intention

until eventually they said the real words to my face

i had friends when they needed something

but otherwise i floated

and developed the fear of words behind my back

from faces i knew well

but could not see

the worst thing to happen to youth was the social image

some knew it couldn’t apply to them and that was fine

more knew it couldn’t apply to them and did everything to make it

most knew it couldn’t apply to them and couldn’t make it if they tried

hoodies became girls’ best friends

if diets didn’t

even today the hands of those who’ve lived before me

drag the razor blades over my legs

and under my arms

and across my stomach

my greatest mercy was learning about the l-word

i could finally pin the source of my outcastness on something

i wouldn’t say i ever hated it

but i know it took me time for it to become the home it is to me today

but even then

no one understood it, not where i grew up

so in reality i was ousted further still

some days too nervous to go into the locker room

fearing that my teammates would be scared of me in there

but no one got it better than the women

who used and loved the l-word and the d-word

and i looked up to them more and more

saw myself more and more

i took their looks to my body

i was a walking stereotype

because in my home town

you had to look like you were something

else you were the butt of the joke for other reasons

even worse if you said you were one thing

but never matched the part

i learned that over at least my ten years

even now

when my body and choices are my own

god forbid i add another metal rod through my skin

because then i’ll look like something odd

but i learned about odd from people who used the t-word

and i learned about comfort from those who didn’t use a word at all

i may still act like your token character

but i don’t look like anything in particular anymore

i’m still working on quelling my fear of the voices behind me

but my body is in my own hands and care

and i’ve learned to love her more and more

but not for the reasons the little girl i was might’ve thought

and i keep those other hands far away

from my lip and my chin

i’ll bring the razor there on my own

if only to keep the hair there healthy

— bodily

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