#don’t you fucking dare let this gain notes

[you-need-not-apply]

It’s spelt mummy you American fuck

#mommy issues #vs #mummy issues #which is it #OBVIOUSLY THE CORRECT SPELLING IS MUMMY #Americans /neg #it’s spelt mommy issues you American fuck #get it right #for legal reasons this is a joke #also for my inbox not getting filled with hate this is a JOKE #don’t you fucking dare let this gain notes #don’t #don’t do it

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day eleven ⛧ throat fucking

Ethan Landry x F!Reader

After embarrassing Ethan all day, he gets his revenge.

warnings: smut, throat fucking, oral (m receiving), cum eating, masturbation, mentions of throwing up, gagging

word count: 939

author's note: ugh there's something about ethan throat fucking you without warrant like omg. it's a need. anyway please enjoy and let me know what you think (:

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

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All day long, you’ve been sassing Ethan and embarrassing him. But this is nothing new. Both of you have a weird relationship- you’re friends but hate each other. However, behind closed doors, you would fuck. None of your friends know about it and never will. As you walk with Ethan to his apartment to “study,” you can feel his anger radiating off him. You’re smiling and all but skipping beside him, pretending you have no idea what’s coming. As you both approach the building, Ethan lightly guides you up the small steps to the entrance, his hand burning on the small of your back. You both walk through the lobby and into the elevator, where you both silently stand. You drop your ignorant facade as the tension grows thick. You bounce back and forth on your heels as the elevator surges up a few floors before eventually slowing to a stop. Ethan allows you out of the lift first, following behind you, no doubt staring at your ass. When Ethan unlocks his door, he lets you go inside first. He softly closes the door and locks it, calmly dropping his keys on the table in the hall. You stand awkwardly in the foyer as Ethan stares at you with dark eyes. 

“Get on your fucking knees.”

You have to take a moment to process his harsh demand, as he’s never this pushy, but you still obey. Ethan walks forward, standing right before you as he looks down at you. He grabs your chin, gripping it hard as he tilts it up so you look directly at him. You don’t dare blink.

“I’m going to pull my cock out, and you’re going to suck me off like a good girl,” Ethan says plainly, “Even though today you’ve been anything but.”

You nod the best you can despite Ethan’s grasp, watching almost eagerly as he undoes his pants and lets them drop to the floor along with his underwear. He gives his already half-hard cock a few strokes, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Open up,” Ethan says, and you open your mouth as told.

He slowly pushes his length past your lips, relishing in the feeling of your warm tongue on the underside of his cock. You let your cheeks suction around him as he moves closer to the back of your throat. It clenches around Ethan’s length as he lets it push further down. You gag, and Ethan chuckles darkly.

“Get used to it. You’re gonna be choking on this dick all night since you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Ethan pulls almost all the way out of your mouth before slamming back in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He groans at the sensation of your wet mouth taking him. You swirl your tongue around him as Ethan lays dormant on your tongue for a moment before pulling out again. Steadily, Ethan gains a rhythm as he starts fucking your mouth. You moan around his length, making him shudder. His hands dig into your hair, gripping it tightly but not as tight as he can. Ethan uses the leverage he has over your head to guide it along his cock as he plunges it deep down your throat. He repeats the action repeatedly as you gag, spit drooling down your chin and onto the floor below. Tears stream from your eyes and down your cheeks as Ethan speeds up his thrusts. Now he’s relentlessly fucking your throat, not giving a single fuck that you’re probably going to throw up. Your throat is so tight, wet, and warm that he gets lost in the feeling. You’re getting lost in the feeling of your cunt pulsing in your underwear, but keep your hands to yourself because you know you’ll get punished for touching yourself without permission. And you’ve already pissed Ethan off enough today. 

“Fuck,” Ethan curses, “Just like that,” he says as you bob your head.

You relax your throat, letting Ethan have full access without issue.

“Rub your pussy for me, baby. I know how wet you get just from me throat fucking you.”

You don’t skip a beat and immediately dip your hand underneath your skirt and past your underwear, rubbing your clit vigorously. You’re so wet that the sound of your cunt and your saliva squelching around Ethan’s cock are audible around both your moans. You’re groaning and whining as you buck into your hand, letting Ethan mercilessly fuck your throat as he pleases. He twitches as you cum, loudly crying out as you rub against your hand, your mouth hanging farther open as Ethan lets himself go. His thrusts are violent and fast as he finds the perfect spot in the back of your throat to aim at. You’re groaning anomalistically as your second orgasm approaches, the vibrations making Ethan twitch again, his own orgasm creeping up. As your second orgasm tears through you, you scream from the pleasure as the rumbling of your throat sends Ethan past pleasure and straight to euphoria. His cock pumps cum down your throat and over your tongue, your mouth filling with Ethan’s seed. You let Ethan catch his breath as you inhale through your nose, waiting for him to see his handiwork.

“Keep your mouth open, babe,” Ethan says tiredly, pulling out of your mouth.

He groans at the sight of his cum all over your tongue, urging you to swallow. You happily consume his release as his cock jumps from watching you lick your lips clean. “Now,” you wipe your mouth with the back of your wrist, “It’s my turn to fuck your face,” you smile.

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[monsterinmyboxers]

Bruce Wayne x Male! Top stripper.

⠀⠀ virginity stripped.

pairing. bruce wayne x top stripper male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. patman is such a virgin. also im sorry this took so long i got distracted (jake sullyyjfj) riddler doesn’t exist in this n the end is kinda rushed

content. one night stand, lots of prep; fingering + rimming, sir kink, dirty talk; degradation + praise + pet names, chest play, lil cum play, lust at first sight.

bruce didn’t really know how he got here.

but, he didn’t really care either.

the only thing he could really recall was how you moved in such tight clothing, bulge out for everyone to see and attempt to claw at. you caught his eye as he caught yours, embarrassment making his face flush, quickly looking at the ground.

he was here for you. after he say you when selina had the contact lenses in, her sauntering through the club, looking over at you with a smile and a nod of acknowledgment.

he had asked who you were, not close enough for the contacts to gain any identification, and she said a friend. he wanted to know more, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. besides, selina was rather closed off, she probably wouldn’t reveal much information.

bruce shouldn’t be here, he knows that, but the urge to meet you face to face was overwhelming.

though, he couldn’t quite seem to get close enough to you to do that. luckily, you had the courage he couldn’t conjure, at least not in a situation like this.

after your time was up, you step off the stage, walking past people with such confidence bruce couldn’t muster in this type of crowd. to his surprise, you were headed towards him.

he was dressed in layers, not wanting to attract attention, keeping himself hidden in the audience. yet, you spotted him in seconds, no hesitation or shame shown — discarding the fact that you were half naked. your lower half was mostly covered, but didn’t leave much to the imagination.

turning his body towards you, he looks up. you were bigger than he had anticipated — he had been staring from a distance, after all. you tilt your head, eyes squinting a bit before widening. he knew why, but didn’t glance away from you. he wouldn’t dare. why? why couldn’t he look away? why didn’t he cover his face, hide his identity? why did he even come here?

“didn’t know someone of your status would be in a place like this.” he didn’t know what to do, knowing that if you decided to tell someone, anyone that you found bruce wayne in the iceberg lounge, it could ruin his reputation. even with all this going through his head, he still kept his calm demeanor. you saw no sign of panic from him, but gave reassurance anyway. “i won’t tell.”

he has yet to say anything, and it made you curious. “why are you here?” you were met with silence for a moment. he couldn’t tell you why he was here, because the answer was you, and he didn’t want to seem like a stalker as you’ve never interacted before this. so, he went with whatever else came to mind.

“entertainment.” one of your eyebrows twitch upward, lips turning into a smirk. “oh? well, maybe i can entertain you, then?” he thinks for a moment, then speaking again. “i don’t want to watch you dance.” you laugh, “that’s not what i was offering, sweetheart.”

he seems to tense at your words, heart racing faster, throat dry. you catch on, chuckling once more. “you know what i’m talking about, huh?” you step closer, testing boundaries, and he backs away. little did he know, a wall was behind him, only becoming aware when his back hit the flat surface.

“you wanna get fucked, don’t you?” he lets out a shaky breath, pupils dilating. you were so close, nose almost touching his. your height difference came into play, making him feel that somehow he was the weaker one here, vulnerability on an all time high. “didn’t know the bruce wayne could be so perverted.” despite the fact that you were degrading him, you made sure to keep quiet, so others couldn’t listen in on your conversation.

he couldn’t speak, as if his voice was stripped away from him, but the blush on his face and that look in his eye spoke for themselves.

this led to the present, where you and him were in a private room inside the club, lips connecting sloppily. he didn’t have much experience in kissing, that much was obvious. but he made up for it with what you could only describe as enthusiasm. something you don’t see often coming from him.

though, it made you wonder what else was he inexperienced in. could you be his first time? fuck, the thought made you hot all over.

while you were lost in thought, your hands decide to move without your permission, rubbing along his sides and down to his thighs — feeling the muscle through the fabric.

your imagination ran wild, and you planned to make it a reality soon enough.

you guided him to the bed behind him, separating from him once the back of his knees hit the edge. “you gonna be good for me, mr. wayne?” you tease. bruce ignored that and nodded. “yes, sir.” it was almost silent. god, he was so fucking cute.

“sit.” you cock your head towards the mattress, and he immediately obeys. he’s stuck between looking at you, and your dick. it felt like you were testing him, and he didn’t want to upset you. so, he stared up, just as he was earlier during your shift. with the occasional glances towards your bare upper body.

“so pretty,” thick fingers comb through his hair, him leaning into the touch, eyelids heavy. your other hand works on your pants, pulling them to your mid thigh. you gently gripped his hair, getting his attention, and his line of sight slowly directs itself toward your crotch. his hips twitch, cock throbbing as he saw yours. you were so hard — did he do this to you?

his hands tremble as they were placed on your knees, bruce looking to you for approval. all you have to do is tilt your head, and he starts slipping your underwear down, eyebrows raising as your cock almost hits him, surprise etched into his features. you bite your tongue, finding his expression adorable.

“you’re leaking.” his voice was shy, quiet, feeling so much more vulnerable and he wasn’t even nude. he was right, a mere droplet of pre-cum gathering at your slit. “clean it up for me.” your tone was firm, but soft. he swallows at your words, hesitating before putting a thumb above the tear of pre-cum, tenderly wiping it off. that’s not exactly what you meant, but you were satisfied anyway.

what he did next was a shock to you. he brought his finger to his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip past his lips and licking the liquid off. he makes a curious face, trying to decipher if he liked the taste or not. and you found the entire process fucking adorable.

so much so, that you bend down to grab at his legs, lifting him a bit to move him further up the bed. he grunts, head now resting on one of the many silky pillows. hands grab at the button on his jeans, but before doing anything you look at him. “may i?” he barely gave you time to speak. “yes. please, sir. please.”

without a second thought, you undo his pants, pulling them off completely — bringing his underwear down with it. he had prepared himself before, but turns out, he still wasn’t quite ready for the temperature of the room, legs closing rather quickly — making him wince.

you noticed fast, jumping to comfort him, nails grazing themselves over his meaty thighs. “oh, no. spread those legs for me, sweet thing. can i call you that, bruce? hm?” it was said in a whisper, the mans legs gradually falling to opposite sides. a nod would follow that, answering your question. “god, you’re perfect.”

praise fell from your lips easily now, mouth finding other targets besides his own. after shedding some layers, you were able to suck along his neck, leaving light marks. bruce rarely goes out, but you wanted to be respectful. he still had a hoodie on, one that was slightly too big on him, and he looked so pretty in it you let him keep it on. still, that didn’t mean you were gonna leave his upper body unattended to.

you lift the thick fabric up, just under his chin, exposing his chest. “you just get better by the second, don’t you?” you spoke before leaning down, paying much attention to those hills of skin. you took this chance to leave dark hickeys, knowing they wouldn’t be seen by public.

and fuck, his tits looked so pretty marked up, nipples wet with your spit, red and erect. he gave grunts and whines at the attention, the muscles in his arms flexing as they held onto you, which pushed the meat of his pecs together. you couldn’t tell if he did that in purpose or not. but, at this point, you couldn’t care. why would you? either way, it was hot.

you went down again, but instead of sucking, you bit into the skin surrounding the bruised nub. not enough to make him bleed, but enough to leave behind imprints of your teeth. he choked on a cry, back arching, effectively pushing his body closer to yours. and he swore he heard a growl vibrate against him, sending chills up his spine. once you pulled away, your lips smother the outline of the bite in kisses.

you grin, now moving on from his chest, finding your way to his thighs. he whines, both because of the hickeys you place and the fact that you deliberately avoided his cock. it was pathetic. the flushed tip drooled onto his abs, twitching at every touch you gave. so sensitive.

you decide to give him what he wants, sort of. you go between his legs, keeping them apart, but instead of going for his dick, you grip onto his hips and position them up, running your tongue over his hole. he almost yelped, hands moving down to grab at your hair. you raise your eyebrows, looking at him. “didn’t expect my tongue, huh? it would make the most sense to start with — it’s already slick, and smaller than my dick and fingers, more flexible.”

the explanation wasn’t exactly unnecessary, bruce slowly nodding as he relaxed a little. you hum at that, getting back to work. you wet his hole, then slipped your tongue inside. your thumbs trace shapes onto his waist, hoping to bring some form of consolation. it was painfully obvious that he was a virgin, so this situation could get overwhelming if you didn’t go slow with prep.

you could hear him gulp, letting out trembling breaths as he tried to figure out what to hold on to. he lands on the sheets below him, needing some sort of stability even though he was already laying down. it felt so new, so different. it was almost awkward, but the pleasure overrides that feeling. he trusted you, somehow, a complete stranger — who has remained unnamed. hell, all he knows about you is that you’re a friend of selina’s and you work at the iceberg lounge as a stripper.

yet, excusing everything, he still trusts you. what the hell is wrong with him?

he couldn’t think to find an answer to that question, mind blurry as you explored his formerly untouched insides.

you allowed yourself to drool as much as you pleased, wanting to get him as slick as possible. he’d clench around your tongue, feeling your spit trail down his ass. your noises were dramatic, but it seemed to turn bruce on more. to know you were so determined to make him feel good, to prepare him for your fingers, your cock, it made him feel excited. the majority of anxiety from before left, because he knew you were here solely for his pleasure.

god, you ate him out like you were starving.

though, that bliss didn’t last much longer, you pulling away and wiping away any saliva on your chin. you stood, leaning over and smashing your lips against his. you didn’t bother keeping it sweet, letting him taste himself. it felt incredible, for both of you. your hand rummaged through a drawer in the nightstand — finding a tube of lube inside, and a condom. you grabbed both. you set the condom aside, opening the lube once you disconnected from bruce.

“i got more than one reason to call you sweet now, huh?” bruce may have been clueless when it came to dirty talk, but he knew what you meant by that. he was quick to agree, not wanting to leave your question, hypothetical or not, unanswered. while he panted, you squirt the lubricant over your fingers, covering two.

you press against his ass, middle finger putting more and more pressure until it pushes past the ring. he chokes on his own spit, attempting to swallow but failing as your nail scrapes his walls. tears form at his waterline, bruce quickly shoving his face into a pillow, ashamed.

“baby, hey, look at me.” he refused, just for a second, before slowly looking back at you — droplets falling down his temple. “that’s it, good.” you kiss them away, then landing on his lips. it was like time had slowed down, as if you had any control over such. but in this moment, you might as well have.

“am i going too fast? should i stop?” he shakes his head no, giving you a pleading look — otherwise known as puppy eyes. bruce didn’t even think he was capable of that. “keep going. please.”

you merely hum, your free hand grasping onto his dick, giving some distraction as your finger dragged in and out of him. eventually, once he had calmed down, you curled it towards his bladder — and fuck, the cry he let out made everything worth it.

you seemed to have hit his prostate dead on, not judging just from his voices heightened pitch, but from how much cum had shot out of his cock. it was a surprise to see, yet was greeted by words of adoration anyway.

another finger prodded at his rim, almost cautiously sliding inside to join the other. a gasp was heard, your palm continuing to stroke his half-hard dick. he’d try to protest, but no words came out. at least, none that were decipherable. the constant stimulation had his hands trembling, reaching for your wrists.

“oh, you can handle it. i know you can. if you can’t take this, then you can’t have my dick..” you trail off, tilting your head a bit, “and that’s the whole reason why you’re here, right?”

his response is subtle, letting you go — only to wrap his arms around your shoulders. he wants you close, to feel your warmth, that much is obvious. you gladly oblige, nudging your nose against his. in this moment, he had forgotten what was happening, until your digits split and scissored his hole.

he almost squeaked, whines broken into small pieces; choppy and weak. a minute passes, maybe more — you had stopped keeping count the second you got into the bedroom — and you deemed him prepped enough. it’s not like either of you could wait much longer.

taking your fingers away, you grab the condom from before and rip it open with your teeth. bruce sat there, clenching around nothing, feeling so unbearably empty.

it was hard to believe he was once in his home, so hesitant to come here, to meet you, to have you inside him just a little over two hours ago. now, all he could think about was you. he couldn’t imagine not having you in his life.

a little odd that he’s become this attached simply because you had the ability to see right through him, to know what he wanted from just a glance. he should be more threatened than anything, but he was rather impressed. it was often hard to tell what he was feeling, if anything at all.

bruce couldn’t stop thinking. you would help with that soon.

what snapped him back into reality was the sudden weight on his rim, and your breath fanning the skin of his ear. “ready?” simple question, really. but, bruce was reluctant to answer. he felt himself shying away.

“baby?” he’d look your way, and seeing that look on your face made his heart skip a beat. despite the fact that you were about to fuck him, your eyes held such softness he had never encountered before.

you didn’t have to say anything else as he nodded, letting out a small “yes”. you checked for doubt, which he shut down quickly. “i want this. please.” he ended it with a kiss, sitting up and initiating. one turned into more, meanwhile your hand helped you inch your way inside him.

you muffle whatever came from his mouth, exchanges sloppy, his dull nails digging into your shoulder blades as his focus scattered. the intrusion was restrained, as he clamped around you every other second. though, he relaxed fully when he realized that he had some sort of control; being in charge of the tempo.

you had bottomed out, and bruce wrapped his legs around your waist, using enough strength to keep you from moving — even if you weren’t going to in the first place. he let out heavy sighs, getting used to having a real cock inside him. his palm rested on his abdomen; where he assumed your dick was.

bit by bit, his thighs loosen their hold on your middle. you hold them, feeling them ease up beneath your fingers. he experimentally moved his ass, testing the waters, and you take that as a sign to move yourself. your motions sync, causing you both to moan softly. coming closer, you slot your head into the crook of his neck, getting into a considerably more intimate position before rolling your hips.

you rock into him, moving both him and yourself in the process, pushing him into the mattress as he clung to you. he took note of the details along your cock, squeezing around you simply to remember every aspect. any vein, any curve, he wants it engraved into his damn brain.

he doesn’t want to forget this night, in case he never gets to experience it again.

he’d attempt to grind back onto you, to assist you somehow, but his move lower body stutters, warmth growing in the pit of his stomach. it wasn’t much of a surprise. it didn’t take much to see how touch starved bruce was, once you got him on his back.

a few more deep thrusts, and he whispered to you, “gonna come, sir,” all you do is continue, pace picking up speed. with you moving with more vigor, he came fast, a fresh coat of cum covering his torso atop the past load.

before he could get overstimulated any more, you pull out, dick still hard as ever. he wanted to tell you to put it back, finish in him, even though you have a condom on — but you thought otherwise. he couldn’t even sit up to see what you were doing, you weren’t going to put him through much more.

you fist your cock, moaning through gritted teeth when you came inside the latex. after doing so, you slip it off, keeping as much as your cum inside.

“hey, baby,” you hold the filled condom for him to glance at, “wanna keep it?” you say this with a smirk, doing this just to tease him. he only groans, a sweaty arm draping itself over his eyes.

you take advantage of his current blindness, flipping the soiled condom over and pouring any cum that would leak out onto his abs. he jolted at the unexpected feeling, not daring to take his forearm away. you only laugh.

“don’t start licking it up until i’m back, pervert.”

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Other Half Part Twenty Six

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Notes: Okay. After some very careful consideration and soul-searching, this is going to be the last official chapter of The Other Half. I'll still welcome asks, and writing prompt fills if I post/reblog them, but this is the end of the official series. I love Shop Girl and Bruce, and I think I'm leaving them in a good place; I hope you all feel the same.

Thank you as always for indulging my silly stories, and thank you for following me through this unexpected fic journey 💗💗

Warnings: Just smut and fluff.

Summary: You so rarely get to see Bruce this way—relaxed, calm, content…At least, you hope he’s content. Maybe his mind is racing with concern, with curiosity. You know that Bruce has a love and concern for Gotham. Sometimes you worry that you may never equal it. 

But the city can’t love Bruce the way you do. It won’t take him into its arms, won’t bandage his wounds or lay awake worrying for him at night. 

“Do I get a head start?” 

Bruce chuckles at your question as he pulls the car up in front of the mansion. 

“Depends. How far do you think you’ll be able to get?” 

You hum as you consider, tipping your head from side to side.

“The first landing.” You realize as soon as you say it that there’s absolutely no way you’ll make it that far in your new shoes. Bruce seems to know it, too, his brows jumping as he nods. 

“The first landing…And what do I get if I catch you?”

“Well, that’s up to you."

"Fine. Ten seconds—” 

“Wait a minute.” 

“What?” 

“What if I make it without you catching me?” 

Bruce tips his head a touch, a smug smile curling his lips and sending a thrill zipping through you. 

“Ten seconds,” He reiterates without answering your question. 

“Just ten?” 

“...Nine—” 

“Shit!” You scramble to undo your seat belt, hurrying out of the car as you hear Bruce turn it off. You fumble with your key, shoving the heavy door open and moving as quickly as you dare in your new heels, heading up the steps of the grand staircase. Your stomach flips as you hear the door close behind you, but you don’t dare turn to look. You make it up the first few steps, heart ticking up in your chest as you hear Bruce’s footsteps quick and gain on you. You’re three steps from your target—

You shriek as Bruce’s arms hook around your middle, easing you to a stop as your fingers just miss the first landing. Your giggling is marred by your heavy panting as Bruce presses more heavily against you, easing the two of you down against the steps. 

“So fucking close,” You manage.

“With a head start.” Bruce’s reminder is chased by a kiss to your shoulder. His hands smooth over your hips as you gently twist in his arms to face him, scooching back onto the landing. Bruce’s lips are on yours in a second, slipping tenderly against them. You draw your knees up to cradle his hips, groaning as he presses closer. His hands slip under your dress, easing the skirt higher. You swallow thickly, sucking in a nervous breath as his kisses drift to your neck. 

“Bruce—” 

“Mm.” 

“Alfred—?”

“He’s at the penthouse.” 

You let yourself relax at that, relieved that you won’t have to worry about him wandering by or hearing you. You bite your lip as Bruce’s hands smooth up your inner thighs, tipping your hips up as his fingers hook in the seat of your panties, exposing your heated flesh to cool air. You shiver as he brushes his knuckle gently against your plumping lips, his eyes growing dark as his gaze sweeps up your front.

He leans back, pushing your thighs wide with his broad shoulders. He eases your panties more tightly to the side, the lace pushing almost harshly against the crease of your hip. He holds your gaze as he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your mound. His kisses drift lower, his tongue teasing at your slit. Each touch has a hint more pressure than the last. 

Your eyelids flutter, and you let your head tip back, lowering yourself against the rug on the landing. Bruce draws one of your legs up over his shoulders, baring you to him more fully. His tongue strokes your clit for a few moments before he delves lower, groaning softly at the taste of you. Your toes curl in your shoes as Bruce laps broadly across your pussy. He never settles, tongue and fingers stretching and teasing you until you’re shaking, grinding down into his touch.

Your whimpers and moans echo in the cavernous front hall as curls and twists his fingers, pushing you closer to your release. You finally cum with a shout, back arching as your hips bound against him. Bruce only draws away when you gently push at his forehead, his sucking kisses against your clit turning to a gentle nuzzle against your inner thigh. 

You sigh softly as he draws his hand away, standing. You reach up, palming his hard cock beneath his trousers. He groans, taking hold of your hand and tugging you up. 

“Lemme—” 

“Not here.” 

“Bruce," You pout.

“Don’t worry,” He leads the way toward the stairs. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

“I don’t get another head start?” 

“Do you really think you can outrun me after that?” Bruce asked, throwing you a knowing glance over his shoulder. You smiled guiltily, giggling as he grins. 

-- 

“...You still awake back there?” You mumble. It’s a few long moments before Bruce lets out a soft, hazy hum, his arms tightening around your middle as he cuddles closer, nuzzling between your shoulder blades. You smile, rolling over to face him. His eyes are closed, hair mussed from where you had grasped and tugged it. Your body feels almost syrupy as you move against him. You’d been certain that he’d get up and check on the news once the two of you were through, but he’d stayed true to his word, cuddling up in bed even after you had gotten cleaned up. 

You raise a hand, gently stroking his cheek. He hums, face tipping up into the caress. You know that you’re going to need to savor this while you have it. You so rarely get to see Bruce this way—relaxed, calm, content…At least, you hope he’s content. Maybe his mind is racing with concern, with curiosity. You know that Bruce has a love and concern for Gotham. Sometimes you worry that you may never equal it. 

But the city can’t love Bruce the way you do. It won’t take him into its arms, won’t bandage his wounds or lay awake worrying for him at night. 

Your hand settles on his jaw, thumb sweeping across his cheekbone. You smile as he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your palm. 

But the city isn’t held by Bruce the way you are, either. 

“Thank you,” You murmur. Bruce’s eyes blink open slowly, fixing on you as he smiles sleepily.

“For what?” 

“For today. For…Everything,” You shake your head a little. “Everything that you do, and are, I just…Thank you.” 

Bruce leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. His hands skim up your back, drawing you into his chest, legs tangling together as if you can fuse to one another. 

“Today was good?” He mumble buzzes against your lips, and you grin. 

“Today was amazing and you know it.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind. Anything that could’ve made it better?” 

You consider for a moment, gaze lowering to his chest. Michelle’s prediction rattles in your mind, and you can’t help but wonder…But—

“No—” 

“What’s that face for?” 

You can’t sneak anything by him. 

“Nothing.”

“...Baby,” He plies softly. You sigh, shaking your head. 

“It’s not—It’s just something Mish said.” 

“What’d she say?” 

“...She thought you were going to propose.” 

Bruce doesn’t lean away like you expect him to. His hands just continue their gentle circles against your back. 

“Did you think I was going to?” He asks. 

“No.” 

“Do you want me to?” 

It’s a fair question; it’s something the two of you have neglected to discuss since your fight. And as happy as you are in this moment with Bruce, you know that it isn’t a true representation of your relationship. You’ve had as many lows as you’ve had highs, and the lows have been devastating. 

“...I don’t know,” You admit. You hear Bruce draw a deep breath in through his nose, and you see him nod a little out of the corner of your eye. 

“Okay.”

You don’t ask if he wants to. You don’t think you could handle the answer just now, either way. 

“Well,” Bruce does let go of you then, reaching over and opening his bedside drawer, “There was one more thing I meant to give you today. Before you get jumpy, it isn’t a ring, but it is something special.” You push yourself to sit up as Bruce scooches back, holding out a velvet jewelry box. Your brow furrows as you take hold of it. You give him a guarded, nervous look before you open it. Your stomach flips, and tears prickle at your eyes when you catch sight of your discarded lariat necklace. You haven’t seen it since you ripped it off and called him a coward, and you’d been certain you would never see it again. But there’s something different about it than you remember. 

You reach down, trailing your finger over the strand and coming to stop just above another jewel. 

“...I thought—” 

“It was a diamond,” Bruce nods, “But…” He reaches out, gingerly lifting the necklace out of the box and fastening it around your neck. “I wanted to give it a personal touch.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Bruce traces his finger along the silver, brushing against the dangling emerald before he gently slides his fingers beneath the new addition. 

“This was one of my mother’s pearls.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, you can’t move or breathe or think. Bruce’s gaze flits to your face, sweeping your no doubt stunned expression. 

“I thought about proposing tonight,” He admits, “But I think we need more time. That doesn’t mean that I can’t make you a promise—a promise to be honest with you. A promise to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives. A promise to come home to you every night.” Bruce raises his hand, curling his fingers around your trembling jaw.  “To keep my temper out of it, to push through the hard things with you instead of running from you—running from us. And to fight for this as hard as I fight for Gotham—and harder, when I need to.” 

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Bruce Wayne fic #Bruce Wayne imagine #The Other Half

[makur0]

No Nut November?

synopsis — they’re drawn into this daring challenge, all hoping to win. but who really has the guts to do so? [various enstars! x gn! reader]

featured characters — kuro kiryu, hiyori tomoe, shu itsuki, mika kagehira, mao isara, izumi sena, niki shiina, madara mikejima, adonis otogari, jun sazanami, tsumugi aoba, rinne amagi (phew a mouthful haha)

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. rough sex, jealous sex, cunnilingus, use of toys, penetration (both reader and character recieving), some hard dom! chara some reader, reversed role, sexual frusturation, teasing, degradation, face sitting, crack in some, fluffy sex in some, all of them being absolute whores (including me lets not lie)

author’s note — CROWD CHEERING IM BACK TO SMUT Y’ALL (tbh i failed the challenge like a week in but never actually opened that up bc... yeah.) and special thanks to all my mutuals for the characters, lol (these skanky-ass whores are kinda... mmm)

word count — 3559

Give it up for Rinne Amagi y’all, for he isn’t trying to win. I swear this man has no intention of going clean for even twenty-four hours, what makes you think he’ll do it for a whole month? In fact, just to piss off all of the contestants he’ll drag you into his room and go feral on you. Good thing Hiyori and Kanata had decided to bunk at a different dorm (they probably saw this coming) or else they would see Rinne fucking you into his mattress, your tear-stained face shoved into the pillows as you moan shamelessly every time he slaps his pelvis against your ass. Calling you dirty names, leaving handprints on your ass, hickies, bruises and even broken skin littering your chest and shoulders. He literally turns you into a dumb stuttering doll as he pulls countless orgasms out of you, soaking his bedsheets underneath you and generally creating a mess. Which he’s honestly aiming for. Riling up all those so-called ‘clean’ people and making them regret their choice for accepting the challenge. It’s in his nature, after all, to stir up chaos.

Oh? You were planning to participate in the challenge too? Well that has him even more hyped up. He’s gonna scramble your mind (and insides) so much that you’ll be so fucking glad that you didn’t take up the offer and instead stayed with him. If he can make you feel this good, why throw it away for such a shitty gamble that you wouldn’t even gain anything from it?

I don’t think it’s quite obvious, but Jun Sazanami would have lost within the first day. He may have a bit more dignity than our favorite redhead, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a horny teenager at heart. Dragged into this mess by Ohii-san and taunted by him, he was really set on winning it, poor man. He only realized his fault as soon as the first day, when he went out with you. Jun really couldn’t help himself as he would constantly steal looks to your body, feeling himself heating up even more than usual due to the challenge itself. (Literally why are you the most horny when you want to become clean?) I feel like he won’t just fold you and start rutting into you like a bitch in heat— well to be honest i want him to do that— but he’ll secretly jerk off away from the prying eyes of his friends, in hope that people wouldn’t notice. Frantically fisting his hard-on, his other hand desperately muffling his moans, as he comes for what seems like the third time that night. Imagining that it was your hand around his cock, pumping his seed out, and your tongue licking up all of his cum. Goddamn- he can’t escape from your hold.

Of course Hiyori finds this out, but Jun isn’t really all that pissed about it... at least he can fuck you now without worrying about this stupid challenge anyways. 

Talking about him, Hiyori Tomoe wouldn’t last either! Definitely hypes himself too much, proclaiming that he will win this challenge easy-peasy. But that’s him talking when he gets pussy/dick almost every night. Even going as far as teasing his friends about it, catcalling them, but soon enough he’ll be eating those words when it hits him that he can’t call you. At least, to call you to meet him at his room again to do their almost-daily quickie. And what?! He can’t even masturbate too??

Somehow he gets through the first week (with him grinding against his sheets softly I may add- which unfortunately made the man even more needy) but it soon turns to be futile as every time he lays eyes on you, dirty fantasies fill his mind. Damn the challenge; why can’t he just have you sit on his cock in public, your nice little hole drooling over his length as you grind impatiently against him? You look so cute in those clothes anyway... 

And when you get irritated? By god he’s spiraling. He wants- no, needs you to peg or ride him until he’s seeing stars. Losing his sanity by the second, he’s shoving you into the nearest bathroom stall, impatient to finally get off after so long. And please do help him... he’s been good for a week, right? A whole seven days! He surely deserves a treat, no?

As a joke, Madara Mikejima would take on the challenge fully knowing that he’ll loose... so why? Just to see your face when he announces it? He’s fully aware that you can’t handle the sexual deprivation (even more so than he), so you’re devastated when he tells you his plan. Of course this is all just to see you break and whine to him just so he can tease you about it, but not just yet...

You couldn’t keep your composure for even a week, so soon enough Madara finds you getting off to your toys, trying to keep your loud moans at bay. He doesn’t bite for a minute or so, but once he sees your blissful face once you come undone on some fucking silicone something eats at him. Within a second he’s towering over you, throwing that slicked-over toy and biting at you with a tight smile that clearly tells you that you’re in for it. He’s being extremely petty over getting jealous by a toy, but he’s set on making sure that nobody, not even nothing can make you feel as good as he is right now. Surely, with the way you’re screaming his name for all the neighbors to unfortunately hear, right? And the way you’re convulsing on his cock, pushing him to fuck you even harsher and deeper, yeah? In the end Mama set you up for a trap but he fell in it instead... but really, what does it matter when in the end he has you fold for him?

Poor Tsumugi Aoba, trying so hard for the sake of... what was it exactly? Did he hopefully write it down? Anyways, there’s no shot that this baby wins with all the work stress he’s under. How can he lose you, his main source of relief, for an entire month? He’s likely one of the few people who took the challenge but realized the struggle, so as soon as he’s starts he starts drowning himself in even more work, as ironic as it sounds. It’s successful... for what, the first week and a half or so? But there’s only so much work to be done. He somehow burns through a whole month’s work in a span of a week, and comes up with nothing after that. That’s when the real struggle happens.

It’s almost like he’s death-staring you as he sits with you at the dinner table, but in reality he’s having a mental conniption. All of his walls melted like ice thanks to the lack of distraction, and he’s trying to stop the flow of dirty, dirty thoughts about you. His dick getting hard within a snap of your finger, his face getting flushed and hot, it doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots and mentally sigh. Usually Tsumugi would listen to you thoroughly, but as soon as the words he wanted to hear slipped out of your lips he’s pressing against you like a dog in heat, apologizing profusely as he fucks you right over the table. And he’s likely going to keep you there for a good hour- this man has stamina. Prove me wrong >:(

Kuro Kiryu is struggling because you are. See, if he didn’t catch you biting your lip in frustration, rubbing your thighs together subtly, even ghosting your hand over your sex, he himself wouldn’t feel himself getting hot and hard. What’s turning him on is your sexual frustration... which later on would definitely put it to good use. Unfortunately for him though, he’s still tied into the challenge so he has to at least try. It’s probably the worst two weeks of his life as he tries not to fold your sleeping figure next to him in bed, instead going as far as staying up through the night and taking out all his frustrations on a poor sandbag (I’m telling you, by the end of it his dick his harder than that lmfao). Yes, he loses. Halfway through November, itching for some intimate touch, he nearly praises the lord above when he catches you playing with your sex like a bitch in heat, hurriedly trying to get off. 

He’s your man, so of course he has to help you! Just thank him by spilling your loud whorish moans into his ear as he fucks you on the cold bathroom floor, the heat radiating from both of your sweating bodies competing with the hot shower steam. His pent-up energy is either a blessing or a curse to your poor body, because he’s not letting go of you until he’s come at least... be real. Five or six times. And plus I’m normal about breeding so of course he’s watching his thick cum seep out of your hole, decorating the already-white marble tiles. He can’t help but take a picture for masturbation food, seeing your slicked-over hole and ass pairing with the purple, red, and pink marks he proudly left behind. Is he ashamed of losing the challenge? Honestly a bit during post-sex and when he finally has reason... but he’s learned so much that he wouldn’t know before. So it’s a 50/50 for him.

Shu Itsuki struggles because you aren’t. The Shu Itsuki, the self-proclaimed best artist, a man of culture, is frantically trying to calm down his raging hard-on as you waltz away from him, perfectly fine and calm?? No no, it should be the tables turned! You should be the one begging him to please you, and he should be scoffing at your brazen behavior! But no matter how much he wishes it to be this way, your lack of attention, sexually, has him bucking into his expensive sheets, whining into his already-soaked pillow as he tries to get himself off. I feel like Shu is the type of person to train himself to control his sexual desires when you’re not around, taking extreme caution to not to try to come over anything but you. Oh how it bites him in the back now, frustrated tears falling from his lilac eyes as he can’t bring himself to reach an orgasm even once. And he’s not the type to use toys, as the traditional man he is, so there’s nothing in his house that could accommodate to his needs. So he’s, in the worst time possible, stuck.

Finally dropping his pretentious ego, he comes to you as a whiny, horny flustered mess as his obvious hard-on pokes through his pants. You can’t help but coo at his helplessness, teasing him bit to further rile him up. But you can’t have your pretty princess wait for too long, or he’ll actually lose it. So give him a good hard fuck, riding him or pegging him it doesn’t matter, and break him over your lap until he’s a babbling flushed mess. Because of how sensitive he is you have his watery cum staining your slacks, feeling the cool liquid touch your hot skin, but you could care less as you please your baby <3.

Mika Kagehira is adamant on making sure nobody finds out he’s cheating. Who is he kidding- a person who basically lives on your quickies almost every day wouldn’t survive this challenge. But you just look so hopeful as you turned to him to win, genuinely thinking that he’ll succeed. So for your sake he’ll stay quiet, although it’ll probably kill him that he won’t be able to feel you for a while. All he has to survive off of are shitty sex toys and every once in a while plushies that permanently smell like you, so it’s definitely not the best but it could be worse.

But out of all people (although looking back he was relieved) you were the first one to find out that he was cheating all along. Walking into him whining against his pillows, grinding his dick into the cum-soaked sheets as a vibrator was shoved into his ass at the highest speed. You’re frozen in your spot for a good minute, trying to process the scene in front of you, before your wrenched out of your thoughts as the male moans out your name quite shamelessly, gripping onto the ropes he wrapped around his wrists for the thrill of the burn. He was so far gone that he couldn’t even care who walked in on him, which, good for you, could enjoy the show a little bit more before you intrude on his session. So there you are, sitting at his desk, staring at the writhing boy pleasing himself at your name. Around ten minutes pass by, and Mika’s looking pretty worn out so he reaches for the remote. But before he could shut it off you suddenly appear on him, resting your hand over his. The poor boy is flabbergasted, trying to come up with some silly excuse before your other hand is rubbing dangerously close to his dick. Even after all the orgasms he’s had he feels himself getting hard again at your touch, and soon enough wanting more like the spoiled whore he his. But dear me, he’s expecting you to be nice to him especially since he hasn’t had you for so long. He broke his promise after all, didn’t he? Hope he doesn’t mind a bit of pain...

To be fucking funny, Niki Shiina would have won. So hard. Just the way his mind works has him thinking about food all the time, and of course your one of his favorite snacks but somehow it hasn’t brutally affected his sexual deprivation. Somehow. Butttt of course you go and screw everything up. Just like Rinne you fucked the whole challenge... but why is Niki doing it??? Who the hell convinced him to do so? And just ditch you? Nope, not on your watch. You’re gonna make sure he looses, and hard.

He only realizes your intention halfway through, but it’s too late. Because of your influence his dirty mind is turning everything sexual, and it’s pushing him over the edge. He’s pretty much had enough. So, completely disregarding the challenge, he manages to corner you and outwardly express his aggravation, throwing a tantrum like the little kid he is. You simply laugh at his antics, dragging a finger across his collarbone and... wow, you can’t remember what happened after that. All you could focus on was how harsh he was shoving his face into the sheets. The high-pitched whines and moans did not match at all with the brutal pace he set on you, destroying your insides. All you could do was grip on the sheets for dear life, your pupils blown wide and face extremely flushed as Niki fucked into you like a dog in heat. If you didn’t have the pillows masking your sight, you would’ve seen the man have tears streaming down his face in pleasure, his lips stuck in a pout as he watched your hips bruise under the iron grip he had you in. For such a soft guy, he sure is rough... tenfold if he was pent up. 

Izumi Sena would be close, but not enough to win. Without you he definitely has the mindset for it. You would think he would get so frustrated by his model workload but ironically it’s what keeps him sane. Give him more than a few days off and his mind will be in the gutters in no time, no matter how much he tries to resist. But the gods seem to be on his side for the entire challenge (how he learned of it, who knows. why, confidential i guess) because the more work he got the less he talked to you. Of course you two contact on a regular basis but nothing more than a short, sweet call or texting each other for minutes at a time. It seems to be enough for him, at least. Whereas you, with a much much higher sex drive, is crying in your sheets. You just want to get off so badly and that’ll just be the end of it, but with the cocky idols teasing you and the haunting nightmares of Izumi being extremely disappointed in you helps you hold off... at least for now. You’re not sure if you can hold it out for any longer.

Fortunately for you, unfortunately for him, the Knights had an ‘emergency’ and he was called back to Japan a week before he was scheduled to leave. The emergency in question was just a lost Leo Tsukinaga, which was solved in no time, but that left Izumi back with you in person while there was just one week left in the challenge. And oh boy did you use that to your advantage. You couldn’t wait when the two of you were alone after the whole fiasco- in fact within the next day the man woke up to your naked figure sitting on his chest, tracing your fingers along his collar. With that and his usual morning wood, Izumi’s sanity and patience snapped like a twig. Flipping you over and immediately pushing inside of you, he’s plowing into you like a starved man, which he is. All of his manner, ego, and common sense is thrown out the window as he moans and curses into your chest, trying to go faster than the pistioning pace he’s already setting on. He’s reduced to a horny teenager, saying how much he missed you and your hold, even coming within the first minute of fucking you. But as soon as he has that post-orgasm mindset, and realizes what you’ve done to him with a flushed angry face, he’s not letting you go for the rest of the day. Be prepared to call out from work tomorrow, because he’s gonna make sure that you get more than what you bargained for.

Mao Isara perseverance is so godly I’m jealous of this man. ...Ok, maybe he acts like a teenager with a middle school crush around you during this challenge, but that doesn’t mean that his common sense and rationality is leading him the right way. But major kudos to the President himself because he’s balancing the stress of work and deprivation for an entire four weeks.

Like all he gets itchy when his time is almost up, and almost loses when he has a sleepover with you, seeing your slumbering body so flush and close to him he’s immediately getting hard. But no, for the sake of his reputation he has to continue, just for a little while. Then he’ll get the prize he’s drooling for. He’s jumping on you, asleep or not, and shoving his face into your sex as soon as his phone says December 1st (which he has been checking several times). He missed your taste and smell so much, he literally comes into his pants as your scent hits him like a brick wall. You’d be waking up to him devouring you from in between your legs, already waking up disoriented and, frankly, now needy. But don’t worry- he’s not letting you go anytime soon until he quenches his thirst and has you come several times for his pleasure. Even after that he’d be fucking you into the mattress, babbling about how much he missed your tight hole and thanking you so much for being patient with him, wrenching out an almost high-pitched moan every time he empties his overloaded balls into you.

Adonis Otogari has the most control over himself so of course he’s one of the very few winners among these horndogs of idols. By no means does he win for boasting rights or to tease the others, but he genuinely believes that it’ll impress you- I swear this boy will jump on any opportunity to see your face light up in excitement; he lives for it. So if this challenge will have you jumping up and down in joy, he’s down.

Minimal struggle. Of course he wakes up with the occasional morning wood, but calms himself down within an hour or so before Koga points it out and shit crashes and burns. Further into the month he has to use more... creative ways (I swear this man is willing to bathe in ice cold water to get his dong to freeze up and feel nothing) but somehow he perseveres as everybody around him starts dropping like flies. And when that clock strikes twelve on the last day of November he’s on cloud nine. Fortunately you’re with him at this time, so he doesn’t waste a single minute to drag you into bed and indulge in you for the remaining nightly hours. Instead of being rushed, harsh, and overall needy (although he is don’t lie), he’s going to take his sweet time and remind himself the pleasure he gets from either fucking you nice and slowly or eating you out so that both of your minds are reeling. He survives, but don’t expect him to do this again anytime soon.

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#enstars #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #nnn #no nut november #kuro kiryu smut #mika kagehira smut #shu itsuki smut #hiyori tomoe smut #adonis otogari smut #tsumugi aoba smut #niki shiina x reader #rinne amagi smut #madara mikejima #mao isara smut #izumi sena smut #jun sazanami smut

[nihyunluvskookie]

His betrayal

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Fem reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Gun, breaking of glass, mention of betrayal, please let me know if I missed any warnings

Word count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: This was in draft and I don’t remember since when, but this was also impulsive. Hope you like this, mafia Seungcheol.

LIKE IMAGINE HIM SO HOT IN MAFIA AAHHHH

happy reading :)

Taglist (networks) : @kflixnet @caratwritersclub

I just had one aim right now and that was to kill him right now, with the gun he gave me which had my initials engraved. I wanted answers, I couldn’t care less about anything right now. I ignored everything and went to his office.

I slammed the door open, and he didn’t even look surprised, as if he was waiting for me to come; he still had that heartless cold face. “What are you doing here?” I ignored his question and held the gun tight. I pointed the gun at him, “WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME?”

“I told you to leave and never come back ever again.” I couldn’t take his words anymore, the way he hurt me a few hours ago, I was ready to leave in grief but then the moment everything became clear, his intentions, his dirty tricks, and the way he used me just to gain power and take down my family. I couldn’t care less how much I was broken right now but I needed answers and I wanted to end everything. I’m not going to take his orders anymore, the girl who was ready to take orders from him and leave was long gone.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME CHOI SEUNGCHEOL?” I never raised my voice at him.

“Put that gun down.” His orders weren’t going to work for me anymore.

“Tell me or else I’ll shoot you right now.” I wanted my tears to stop, but they weren’t. I wasn’t in my fucking right mind. How am I supposed to stay sane when he was my first for everything and he betrayed me just like that? How many times I told myself that I shouldn’t have trusted his words but I was the fool, who fell in love with him and trusted him with my everything.

“I’m telling you again, put that gun down.” His dominating voice was scaring me, making my body go through chills but I couldn’t back off. He could make me feel intimidated but not right now, I can’t let him make me feel that.

“Answer me or else I’ll shoot you!” I needed answers from him, why would he do this?

“Was none of these true?” tears threatening to fall again; I aimed at his window and pulled the trigger with all the force. The moment I heard the glasses break, I felt at peace.

“JESUS CHRIST, AZALEA PUT THAT GUN DOWN.”

“Not until you tell me everything, I will kill you and everyone today” I didn’t lie when I said that. I had my mind set, on shooting him first and not caring about any consequences, because I very well knew what his best friend would do to me if I hurt Seungcheol. Was everything a game to him? Was I a game to him?

As soon as I said, I heard footsteps approaching, “Are you okay?” I didn’t have to turn around to feel guns pointing at me and Jeonghan standing there as the head. One order from him and I’m done. “Don’t you dare to shoot. Leave, I’ve got her.”

The footsteps started disappearing and my grip got tighter around the gun; he was trying to take a step toward me, “Don’t take a step, or else I will shoot you Seungcheol. I’m not even scared of anything anymore. Not after you made a damn game out of me.”

“Azalea, calm down. Slowly, calm down.” No matter how much his voice tried to calm me down, but I wouldn’t; the rage flowing inside drove me insane. Everything turned upside down in a second.

The moment I found out his plotting, making me fall in love with him, manipulating me into telling him everything about my family and what is my dad up to, and he was going to destroy my whole family, take over the whole familia, and make our family go bankrupt, I’m not letting him hurt me and my family. I can’t see my mom and my sister crying because of this one asshole I fell in love with.

“It’s simple, tell me or else I kill you and kill myself right after that” I took a deep breath, “because you made a fool out of me” I closed my eyes to stop the tears remembering how I witnessed his conversation with my dad and then I felt a sudden force on my hands and the gun fell but before I could hold it, he caught the gun and twisted my hand. “I always told you never to be distracted when you set your mind on killing someone.” That’s when I knew I messed up. He pushed me towards a wall, still holding one of my hands, my back touching the cold wall of his office. He lifted my face using the gun, I was holding before; I wanted the tears to stop but the moment I felt him so close to me, it reminded me of the moments we spent together till today and everything turned out to be a lie, so that he could use me against my own family later.

He forced me to look at him, “Look at me”

“why would you do that!” I screamed in his face, I was hurt, I wasn’t okay, he had to know how much I hated myself for believing him and his lies, he had to know how much I regretted loving him and I wanted to hate him right now but the love I had for him could never compare. I didn’t want to break down infront of him but nothing was helping me out, not even the fully loaded gun forcing me to look at him. “I did this to save you princess” his voice was low; it was enough for me to listen.

“Shut up Choi Seungcheol. Shut the fuck up” my voice was the only thing I could hear right now, “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE”

“Sweetheart, I told you not to fall in love with the demon” and he loosened the grip of his hand on my wrist, I wanted to hit him push him but I felt like I had no energy left after I was battling with myself

“Why would you do this Seungcheol….” I started hitting him with all the force I had “Why would you do this to me Cheol?!” he lowered his gun, and it fell on the floor. I broke down in his arms, gripping his shirt, where I was hitting him earlier. His arms wrapped around me, “It started as a lie but I thought I could let you go so that we could pretend none of this happened but this feels impossible. This was the only way to push you away, this world is not for you. There was a reason you were kept away from all of this princess.” My sobs were getting louder, I needed to cry and let it out.

“I started loving you so bad that it hurts so much why would you do this to me Seungcheol why” he was caressing my hair, “I love you Azalea”

“Why would you do this, why?! You know I can’t live without you and I won’t let you live today” I grabbed the gun before he had the chance. I pointed it towards his heart, “Shoot me. If you think I’m still lying.” I wasn’t going to believe him anymore.

“Stop it Seungcheol, I’m not believing you anymore, you lied to me, and you broke me to the extent that I can never trust anyone anymore.”

“Remember I love you and will love you but what you did to me was unforgivable.” And I pulled the trigger.

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[endless-summer-soldier]

cruel to be kind - chapter five

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (90s college AU)

summary: it started with a dare. Bucky restlessly pursues Y/N, seeking just one date. as he chases her, he realizes she's different from she challenges him, so he starts to catch feelings. but it all falls apart when she learns about his initial motivations. based on 10 things I hate about you!

warnings: alcohol use, cursing

word count: 1.8k

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He started with giving her space. He knew her well enough to know that’s what she needed. And then he started with small things. He left coffee on her doorstep, with little notes on the paper cups. Some days he would bring her a bagel to accompany her coffee. She hadn’t reached out to him, but every time he came by, the food he left wasn’t there so he only hoped she was collecting his gifts. 

Finally, he gained the courage to text her: Can we talk?

Her response was quick, and final: No.

He let out a deep breath. He would throw in the towel today, but planned to try again tomorrow.

Carol placed the brown paper bag and coffee cup on the table. 

“Looks like we have a breakfast sandwich this morning,” she commented, peeking into the brown paper bag. 

“I don’t want it,” Y/N replied.

“Yes you do. It’s a perfectly good bacon, egg, and cheese. As soon as I leave, you’ll eat it. Might as well just eat it now.”

Y/N sighed, but approached the breakfast Bucky had left for her, taking a long sip of the coffee.

“Fuck. He always brings me the best coffee.”

“Will you just forgive him already? I’m tired of tripping over your meals every time I leave the apartment.”

“Oh, well I’m so sorry to inconvenience you,” she replied, dripping with sarcasm.

“What happened between you two? It seemed like things were going really well.”

“He’s an asshole. That’s what happened.”

“Did you let him explain or did you just freeze him out?”

Y/N looked at her with contempt, giving her an answer.

“Y/N…” Carol urged.

“He fucking hurt me. For once I felt like I could open up to someone and be myself, and it was all a lie. I don’t know how to forgive him for that. This is exactly why I don’t let people in. They always let you down.”

Carol took in her roommate and saw the pain behind her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Y/N and gently ran a hand down her back in comfort.

“I’m sorry that he hurt you. Just think about letting him explain before you shun him from your life. The last thing I would want is for you to regret this decision years from now. If he is someone you can genuinely see yourself with, the least you can do is give him a chance. Boys are stupid, they make mistakes.”

Y/N let out a deep sigh, “I’ll think about it.”

Bucky had just dropped off breakfast for Y/N when he heard the front door open. He ducked around the corner and hid, hoping it was Y/N leaving for class and he could talk to her and give an explanation. He peeked around the corner and was disappointed to see it was her roommate. She picked up the coffee cup and breakfast sandwich and brought it inside. 

Bucky then thought maybe if he could get through to the roommate, then she would talk to Y/N. He approached the door again and right before he was about to knock, he heard voices coming from the other side of the door.

“Will you just forgive him already? I’m tired of tripping over your meals every time I leave the apartment.” 

“Oh, well I’m so sorry to inconvenience you.” He recognized Y/N’s signature sarcasm immediately.

“What happened between you two? It seemed like things were going really well.”

“He’s an asshole. That’s what happened.” Her words stung, but he had to admit to himself that they were true. 

“Did you let him explain or did you just freeze him out?” 

It was silent for a few moments and Bucky almost considered leaving when Y/N’s roommate spoke again.

“Y/N…”

“He fucking hurt me. For once I felt like I could open up to someone and be myself, and it was all a lie. I don’t know how to forgive him for that. This is exactly why I don’t let people in. They always let you down.”

Bucky’s already weak heart broke even further. Listening to her hurting was even worse than being ignored. He hated himself for doing this to her and he wasn’t even sure he deserved her back at this point. He had to reconsider his position. Maybe it’d be for the best if he just let her go…

Y/N opened the door in the morning and immediately felt her stomach drop when she spotted her empty doorstep. The coffee had stopped showing up a few days ago, yet every morning she peeked out to check if there was something there for her. At first she thought Carol had been taking everything, but when she asked, Carol denied the accusation and immediately became suspicious. It didn’t take long for her roommate to realize she actually cared for the small gifts being left for her.

The worst part was, Y/N hated the idea that he had given up. He messed up, but she didn’t want to lose him. So now she was stuck. She continued on with classes, feeling distracted and disinterested in the course work. She kept peering out the windows, wondering what he was doing and how he was feeling.

When her final class of the week was done, Y/N was fully ready to be curled up in her bed, binge watching Netflix and eating ice cream straight from the container. As she approached her door, she noticed her next door neighbor pulling out his keys to head into his apartment.

“Hey! You…” she called, realizing she didn’t know her neighbor’s name.

“Can I help you?” he asked with a confused look.

“Sorry, what’s your name?” she asked.

“Sam…”

“Sam, you’re friends with Bucky, right?”

“...Yes,” he replied cautiously.

“Have you…seen him lately?”

“Why do you care?”

She sighed, wondering how she was going to pull this off, “Can I buy you a drink? I just want to pick your brain.”

He shrugged and put his keys in his pocket, “I won’t turn down a free beer.”

Once they reached the bar, Y/N ordered them a pitcher of Miller Lite and they sat at a high top. She had never spoken with Sam, aside from when she yelled at him through the wall. 

“So, I need to know more about this dare.”

Sam took a big swig of beer and went into it, “The whole thing was Zemo’s idea. You yelled at us to keep it down and Bucky defended you. Then Zemo dared him to ask you out and Bucky wasn’t on board. I think he eventually gave in just to get him to shut up. I didn’t think he’d go through with it, we certainly weren’t checking in with him. But we were seeing him less and less. He mentioned to us that he was taking you to a party and then he wasn’t coming over as much. I assumed things were going well, and I think Zemo couldn’t let him have the happy ending, which is why he made a comment.”

She pondered her next question, “Was this all just a big joke for him?”

“Not at all. Bucky doesn’t do things for a laugh. He only goes for things he’s serious about. And you were all he could talk about for weeks. It was actually really annoying.”

“Have you seen him recently?”

Sam shook his head, “He’s been spending all his free time trying to win you over.”

She sighed, “Can you make plans with him? See what he’s thinking?”

Sam eyed her, “What do you mean?”

“I just don’t know if he’s still interested.”

“Oh he’s interested. He doesn’t give up that easily.”

She put her head in her hands, “I just don’t know what to do.”

Sam saw her internal struggle and knew he could be of assistance, “Let me help you.”

Y/N turned the cassette in her hands over and over again, studying her handwritten tracklist. Was she really doing this? It was so impossibly cheesy that she couldn’t quite believe she was putting herself out there like this.

When Sam suggested she do something personal for Bucky, to show him she was still interested, she had no idea how to do that. Carol was the one who suggested a mixtape, and it was kind of perfect aside from being completely cliche. Making mixtapes was a habit of hers, but she had never made one for someone else. It took time to perfectly cultivate the contents and Y/N knew if she didn’t act quickly, she’d risk losing Bucky completely.

Y/N knocked on her neighbors door and was immediately face to face with Sam, her messenger. He held up his end of the deal and was meeting Bucky at their regular bar. She didn’t say anything as he opened the door, but merely held out the cassette tape in its clear plastic case.

Sam smiled approvingly, “Here I was expecting a love note, but this is so much better.”

She rolled her eyes, “Just get it to him in a non obvious way. I want it to take him by surprise.”

“And how would you like me to do that?”

“I don’t know, just slide it into the pocket of his leather jacket or something.”

Sam gave her a look and said, “I make no promises, but I’ll do my best.”

“Sorry to drag you into all this, but I do appreciate your help,” she said earnestly.

“It’s all for Buck. He’s helped me out of more jams that you could imagine.”

She nodded and headed back to her apartment door, “Just let me know when you complete the drop.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

Bucky said his goodbye to Sam and closed out his tab at the bar. He tried to shake Y/N from his mind and meeting Sam for a few beers seemed like a good way to do that, but after his third beer he realized that he wasn’t in the mood to be around drunken frat boys.

He walked out of the bar and was met with a chill in the air that hadn’t been there before. He pulled on his black leather jacket. He reached into his pocket in search of a cigarette, thinking that a smoke might help warm him up on his walk home. As he pulled out the pack, he realized it wasn’t a pack at all. It was a plastic case containing a cassette tape. He stopped in his tracks to study the tape. It certainly wasn’t in his pocket when he left for the bar. As he flipped the tape over, he noticed the handwritten tracklist tucked into the case. The handwriting was a unique combination of print and cursive and every lowercase “I” was missing its tittle. As he read through the songs, a small smile crept up his face. He didn’t know all of the tracks, but the few he did recognize were songs he loved. 

Bucky tucked the tape back into his pocket and took off at a run to his car. This mixtape was a message from Y/N, and he had to listen to it as soon as possible.

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[ethereallocs]

Jorrāeliarza Mēre (Dear One) Pt.2

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Fem Reader

Content: 18 PLUS 🔞, Incest, Age-Gap, Sibling Rivalry,Angst, Sexual Activities, Wedding Night, Loss of virginity, p in v penetration, choking.

Word Count: 2,193

Summary: It has been revealed to you that you’re now engaged to be married to your cousin Daemon. Your sister feels betrayed and you as well. Leaving you to try and mend whatever is left of your relationship with your sister and figure out how to make Daemon’s new life with you hell. But, you are definitely in for a surprise. Daemon might just make your life heaven…IF you let him.

Author’s Note: I’m excited to see how well part one did here and I hope with this series all the readers come to love it as much as I do. I surprised myself with this part so as always I hope you ENJOY!!!

In your confusion you stormed out of the banquet furiously huffing your way into the secluded courtyard. Your darling betrothed running behind you with a look of distain. When he finally caught up to you he grabbed your arm yanking you toward him. “What in the Seven Hells was that, Y/N!? I can assure you I understand your disbelief, but in front of my fucking brother? Not to mention your entire family..any issue you have with me can be saved for when you and I are alone, but we will be married tonight. So put all your grievances aside. I can promise you no ill treatment and pleasure as well if you would only let me show you what pure bliss could be, ñuha jorrāelagon.” “My love.”

He pulled you in causing you to place your hands on his chest to create a barrier between the two of you. You could feel his heart beating against his chest his violet gaze meeting yours and you gasped, seeing the fire behind them burning for you. What was this feeling? Everytime he touched you, you felt it. A warm feeling that could be felt within your core radiating out through the rest of your body. Pushing yourself away from him you hissed in anger.

“How dare you take away any little freedom I had? You could have had a willing participant in your lap as we speak and yet you chose me..why, Daemon? I don’t understand…” tears welling in your eyes. “Jorrāeliarza mēre, that is exactly the reason why I want you. You’re not begging for my attention and yet I would give it to you freely. You do not see me as a husband to catch or a cock to fuck. To you I am arrogant and probably a cunt. But, I want to be the one name you whisper every night. The one that makes you come undone with the simplest touch. I need you..”

Turning to face him how could such an insufferable man be so enticing. For a moment you thought it wouldn’t be so bad..those thoughts of him touching you in ways you’ve never felt dulled the anger. “I will try and make the best of this…it’s not like I can back out if now...” He smiled almost reading your mind, taking your hand pulling you into a kiss. It was…everything you hoped your first kiss would be like. You melted into him without hesitation before he pulled away causing you to pull forward as if to catch his lips, but he left you wanting more.

You nipped at the soft pink flesh savoring the taste of him before realizing how unraveled you became for just a moment. You looked to him surprised at yourself and quickly gained your composure. “Excuse me, I think I should be getting ready for our wedding.” Rushing off to her chambers she noticed the aching within her core pulsing uncontrollably before being distracted by the sudden thud of another against you. It was Laena the small smile you held faded away instantly.

“Laena…I was hoping to find you…” She sneered at you and rolled her eyes, “Why so you could rub my face in your soon to be wedding?” You were saddened by her words, but there was nothing that could be done. “Sister…please…You must believe I’m just as shocked and hurt as you..I atleast thought our father would’ve spoke to me about this before just making the decision for me.” The green eyed monster clouded her judgement and frankly she could care less about if your statement was true or not. “I knew there was something between you two and you convinced me otherwise. I would’ve never pegged you as a backstabbing cunt of a sister, but I guess I was wrong…”

Her words cut like a knife and angered you all at once. Instead of coming to blows with her you decided to take the highroad. You would make her hate you now if this is how she really feels. “Sister..I must getting ready for MY wedding. I will not fight with you on what is supposed to be such a joyous day. You should be getting ready too.”

Walking away you were too heartbroken by how she acted to even care about her reaction and tears threatened to fall but the fact that she would turn on you so easily angered you more. Back in your chambers your handmaidens were helping you get ready. You picked a beautiful golden dress that had a mesh trained embroidered with gold beading and crystals that the light would hit just right.

Daemon decided to have the ceremony out in the courtyard where the Godswood stood so the dress seemed to be made for the occasion. Your silver tresses were braided and pinned and held up with a golden headdress made to look like leaves. The handmaidens looked at you as if you were a goddess and giggled amongst themselves of the many lewd rumors they about your husband-to be.

Just when you turned to ask them what they were talking about your mother, Rhaenys came in to walk you to the courtyard, but you were still rather unhappy about secrets being kept. “I know I’m not one of you favorites, my sweet girl. But, your father could not deny the man that fought beside him and helped him win the Stepstones back, dearest. He offered Laena, but he asked for you specifically.”

You hold your tears, “Mother, Laena hates me.. this was not my decision. We haven’t seen our cousin in years and all of a sudden she’s gone mad for him and he’s asking for my hand. This is becoming too much.” She pulled into that familiar motherly hug that seemed to make everything better, “Don’t worry about Laena, Y/N. I will talk to her..now let’s go. Everyone is waiting.”

The both of you lace your arm’s together and head to the courtyard. You were a nervous wreck, shaking the whole way there, but your mother held you tight to reassure you. Finally, you arrived and you saw him standing there underneath the Godswood waiting for you in front of the Septon. Taking your place in front of him you looked to see both your families standing to witness your union. Daemon had looked at no one, but you and the intensity of his gaze made you look to the ground to escape him, but he lifted your chin and smiled. “Kostilus gaomagon daor ruaragon hen nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon.” “Please do not hide from me, my love.”

Looking into his violet eyes you found yourself at peace . He took your hands in his and nodded to you. “Ready?” You hesitated, “Y..yes.” The Septon began, greeting those who came to witness your marriage. “We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” The two of you now stood side by side holding hands. The Septon tying your joined hands with a ribbon to symbolize your union.

“Let it be known that Daemon of House Targaryen and Y/N of House Velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.” You and Daemon both call the names of The Seven. “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger…”

After Daemon said his vows looking to you with nothing but admiration. “I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.” You followed still uncertain of your future with him, “I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.” He pulled you close and said his last vow to you. , “With this kiss, I pledge my love.” He held your face with his free hand pulling you in pressing his lips against yours feverishly. You were nervous to feel that feeling again but you closed your eyes melting into him just as easily as before.

Once the wedding was over of course you and your families had an after party. Once the night grew late Daemon announced his leave and you followed, but was stopped by your father, Lord Corlys. “Y/N, my youngest girl. I know you think me evil, but I hope you still remember I love you. And I know Daemon will be a good husband to you.” You smiled unable to hold a grudge against him for too long. “I love you too, Father.” He hugged you sending you off to spend your first night with your husband. You caught up with Daemon and he grabbed your hand leading you to his chambers without a word. He smiled down at you as if he had something in store for you. He was making you even more nervous than before and before you knew you were at his room. “What do you have planned, Daemon?”

You didn’t want to go inside scared of what was to come, but he lightheartedly pulled you inside. “I’ve been waiting for this night…Jorrāeliarza Mēre.” He pulled you close letting his hands resting at the small of your back. His chest flush with yours as he pressed his forehead against your own. You didn’t have a clue what you should do but hands held onto his forearms feeling the muscles flex and tense beneath them. He smiled backing you into the wall, laying soft kisses on your chin and neck. You welcomed him exposing your neck more and he took the invitation. He bit into your soft skin causing you to whimper and moan.

He hummed in delight from the beautiful sounds you made. His hands quickly taking off the many layers of your clothing leaving you in the thin fabric of your chemise. He took no time to remove his clothes before picking you up as if you weighed nothing and laying you across the bed. “This is your first time, yes?.” You gave a shy nod. Your innocence was cute, but he would rid you of it soon enough. “I will be gentle…at first.”, He warned.

His calloused hands caressed your body still slightly protected by your chemise. Your nipples erect from the cool air caught his attention. He took one betwixt his two fingers slowly rolling it between them. Such a feeling caused you to coo in approval. He groaned ripping that damned fabric from you body as he was growing impatient. He stopped to see your beautiful body in all its glory, taking in what was rightfully his.

You were flustered and wanted more, whining you looked to him pulled him on top of you again. Now that you were both this close, you leaned in letting your lips hover for a moment before his crashed into yours. Giving into him his hands grabbed a hold of your thighs opening them so he could rest between them. His cock rubbing against your cunt from him bucking his hips hungrily into you. This moment between him and you was not what you expected at all. You thought you’d be fumbling around like an idiot, but with Daemon it was easy. It felt…right.

“Daemon…I want you.” Wrapping your legs around him he smiled letting his cock head rub along the slit of you cunt. The slick coating it before he prodded at the entrance getting you ready for the unfamiliar stretch. His hips bucked forward letting himself push inside your slick walls. You wince and whimpered into his neck leaning you head back against the back. He looked into your eyes. “Are you alright? Do you want me to stop, Ñuha rūklon.” “My flower.”

“Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes. Kostilus.” “No, my dragon. Please.” Grabbing the nape of his neck pulling him into you as close as you could you laid kissing along his neck while his hips crashed into you. Your cries and moans carrying through out the room. He looked down seeing you enjoying this moment with and he kissed your lips pumping into you over and over. He started to reach a place you weren’t familiar with and it set off something inside you. Your stomach tensed and the sensation overwhelmed you with pleasure.

“Y/N…I love you..” He groaned into your ear biting the soft flesh of your neck leaving his mark behind with a kiss to dull the slight pain. You were in ecstasy feeling the coil within your belly about to snap. He could feel you ready to release and his groaned within his own pleasure ready to spill his seed inside you. “Cum with me…”, he commanded. Without warning her release came quicker than she realized. Riding out her climax with him doing the same inside her. The glow of their love making still fresh upon them he looked into her eyes kissing her lips once more before pulling away.

If this is what life with him would be like…she had no objection to it.

To be continued…

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[infinity-or-oblivion]

so my loa batkids au has gained a little traction and i’ve hit a bit of a wall when it comes to writing new stuff so here’s an infodump to hopefully kill my writers block xoxoxo

first of all, jason. my forever number one blorbo. there’s a bit of a role reversal here because compared to all the rest of them, jason arguably had it the easiest. like we’re not going to compare traumas but an argument could be made. i honestly don’t remember if i mentioned it at all in the actual series yet, but the story i have for jason is that his childhood with willis and catherine was about the same as canon/commonly accepted fanon, meaning he was homeless around nine years old. however, instead of living on the streets for years, it was only a few months tops before meeting bruce.

and bruce! this is very fun to me, but basically i was thinking that if he didn’t raise dick, then why couldn’t this version of bruce be younger? so bruce becomes batman in his early twenties, which is also around the time that he visits the league of assassins for training and damian is conceived. (for a little more about that, here) and bruce is roughly 25 when he finds a tiny 9-10 year old jason trying to steal his tires. just imagine that it’s so fucking adorable and heartbreaking ANYWAYS bruce, despite being overall a disaster, doesn’t let a malnourished 10 year old out to fight crime right away, so there’s a couple years between when jason first meets bruce and when he becomes a child soldier yayyyy!!!! but legit, it makes a lot of difference to jason, because you know how canon!jason has some self-esteem issues (for lack of a better term) around bruce not really loving him/seeing him as a son because bruce started training him as robin (and as dick’s replacement) immediately after adopting him- you know that whole thing? yeah well here, despite jason actually offering to help bruce as a vigilante, this bruce is like hell nah you’re literally ten years old and the size of a six year old no way, and those few years in between really stick in jason’s mind as solid proof that bruce really does love him, not for what use he can provide, but simply as a son. also being the only child definitely helps with that

(that little detail of jason and bruce’s relationship is slightly inspired by minimum height requirement, which is absolute batfam gold btw)

okay so. slight pet peeve of mine is in aus where dick isn’t the first robin, the legacy is still called robin for whatever reason (lookin at you reverse robins aus) because!!!!! how dare you erase mary and john grayson’s importance!!!!! (look there’s more nuance to it than that i know but. to put it simply it feels like flying graysons erasure to me) so in this au, jason can’t possibly be called robin. the real robin has been missing for roughly seven years at this point

and listen. i tried to be creative and come up with something cool and original for jason’s vigilante name i really did, but apparently i used all of my naming talent on nighthawk (fucking love that name for dick it’s so fantastic) so we just have bluejay. womp womp

also! on my list of things to expand on: main timeline stephanie!!! i’ve had an absolute blast making myself cry while writing every heart sings a song, incomplete and those who wish to sing always find a song, but spoiler steph will always be my babygirl. and duke!!!! i have not written barely anything for duke in this universe but believe me i have some Thoughts. perhaps even Ideas. basically a lot of steph&duke and steph&babs and steph&duke&babs because i love my little underrated trio

also just more babs in general, because like. i’ve had so many tiny little snippets of cass and babs and their sweet little relationship just sitting in my notes for literal years now that i really just need to organize and expand into their own fic. and yet. i have not done that. but rest assured cass&babs are very very important to me

such is the curse of female fanfic writers: always destined to fixate more on the male poor little meow meows than the female bad bitches. seriously what the fuck is up with that guys i don’t get it why does this happen

#so yeah. infodump on my silly little au #and my silly i mean i make myself cry every time i write #league of assassins #batman #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #barbara gordon #who else did i mention #don’t worry i have plenty of things to say about tim and damian and dick #yeah #my writing #i don’t remember if i have a writing tag lmao #it’s not like i use tumblr regularly anymore

[awoogayanderes]

THERES ONLY ONE WAY TO STOP YOU

➪ request : “Hello!I read your work and I really love it!❤❤I hope it's ok to request for a yandere chuuya catching gender neutral reader trying to escape and breaking her legs as punishment. I hope it's not to extreme to ask for this”

➪ warnings : yandere behavior, imprisonment, manipulation, toxic relationships, domestic violence, broken bones, slight explicit explanation of breaking legs.

➪ other notes : for future references, i don’t mind requests like these, they’re not too extreme, ty for being kind <3 and im sorry this story seems a bit goofy

chuuya tried his best to not lose his temper with you. he knew he could seriously hurt you and he didn’t want to. while there were times when he grabbed you aggressively, he never actually physically hurt you. mentally, on the other hand, he wouldn’t hold back.

chuuya said he loved you, he said he wanted to give you his love. he needed to keep you safe from every danger in Yokohama. him being an executive at the port mafia meant you had a target on your back. while no one messed with you, chuuya swore one day someone would. he pushed this idea into your mind and you started believing him.

he made you move in with him and things were calm for around two weeks. he treated you like a princess, but then it changed. by the end of the second week, he wouldn’t let you leave the house as often. and by the third week, there were bars around the windows, locks on every door. you tried to fight back which ended up in a screaming match.

he claimed that he was only trying to keep you safe and protect you. when you threatened to leave him he responded with this, “oh yeah? try to leave, and i will hurt you,” he looked at you with eyes of hatred. you knew how he could hurt you, and he would. nothing else was spoken when he said that, it was only silence.

weeks passed, then a month, then three months and you couldn’t take it anymore. you were tired of him and his rules. he trusted you wouldn’t leave, but you were growing impatient. you itched to be outside, to see your family. you knew you could get out but you were scared of what he would do.

would he kill you? no, he wouldn’t, he isn’t capable to. growing impatient at last, you walked closer to the door. it needed a code for it to open, a six-digit code. you immediately put in your birthday and it worked. you let out a shaky breath, finally ready to leave. he wasn’t coming back home in a few hours, you’d be okay.

yet you saw chuuya almost in front of the door. your mouth went agape in shock. he looked at you confused but it turned into a look of anger. “what the fuck are you doing?!” he immediately pushed you back into his place. “chuuya-” you started but he cut you off with a slap to the face. “no don’t you dare, i have done everything for you, i’ve kept you fed, clothed, under a shelter. and this is how you repay me?!” he screamed at you.

you didn’t know what to say, shock mainly sinking into your body due to the slap. “why can’t you just love me?” his tone changed from anger to somber. “i do love you chuu, i promise you i do” you said, wanting to gain his trust. he chuckled lowly, instantly making you nervous. “i guess you’ll just have to prove it” he steps close to you.

while you’re stepping back, he suddenly pushes you to the ground. you immediately tried to crawl to get up but he tugged at your legs. he pulls you in enough for you two to be nose to nose. “if you did love me, you wouldn’t care if i did this,” he said, confusing you at first until you felt an excruciating pressure on your leg. you let out a shriek feeling pain run through you.

the same pressure was on your other leg and you felt your head pounding as you cried out in pain. chuuya softly petted your head “it’s okay love, you’re okay,” his voice in complete contrast to what he just did. “you fucking bastard” you screamed at him, expecting him to kill you on the spot. instead, he lifted you and took you to his bedroom.

your soft cries only made your head worse. “shh it’s okay, you’ll soon find out that you’ll always be mine as long for you and i live.” he cooed at you quietly, laying you down in bed. your bones in your legs were shattered, there was no way you could escape anytime soon. you were trapped in his cage of hell.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #yandere #engraved with obsession #yandere chuuya #yandere chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya x reader #yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #writing about yanderes is fun #it kinda feels good to be back #bsd x reader

[sighingsiren-tales]

You Knew Better (pt.1)

So, I have decided to revamp some old stories to get me into the mood of writing again. I have missed it. 

It has been some time since we have seen each other, I hope you’ve all been well!

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Its mature material people, what do you expect lol

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part 2

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“Here are the briefings you wanted on the meeting this afternoon with Minho” You nearly threw the file onto his desk, the aforementioned documents sliding across the surface before the corner of the file hit him in the abdomen.

He looks up at you, his dark gaze obscured by a few dark strands of hair falling out of place. 

“Are you going to-” You barely give him the chance to finish his sentence, ignoring the beginning of it as you continue to spout off your recitation of the meeting. 

“Look over the contract, the notes in the margins are something to consider, and write whatever alterations you want done. I’ll drop it off to Yuta around 6 tonight so he can make the proper adjustments. I highlighted the focal points and made suggestions in the margins. I’ll be back around 5:45 to collect it” You finish your statement curtly, looking him over as he digests the information you gave him.

He keeps quiet, letting his gaze pass over you once, then twice in absolute, awkward silence. Growing annoyed with what you were sure was his mental undressing of your body, you rolled your eyes and asked, “Will that be all?”. He looked you over once more before inhaling sharply and standing from his place behind his desk. You shift your weight from one heel to the other, trying to avoid his gaze any and every way that you possibly could. 

“No. That is not all” he spoke, his dark melodious rumble reached your heart far before it reached your ears. 

He leaned against the front of his desk, stepping into the space directly in front of you, the ever-shortening distance between you two quickly becoming an issue. 

“How long are you going to ignore me for?” He asks quietly.

You refuse to meet his eyes, deciding to look elsewhere.

You shrug.

“However long I feel necessary”. 

He pursues his lips, obviously upset with your answer. 

“Why are you being so difficult?” He asked, his voice gaining an edge to it. 

“The same reason you’re being an asshole. Are we done here?” You asked in what you were sure was an exasperated fashion. 

“Why do you keep acting like you don’t have feelings for me?” Jae-Hyun asked, his normal smug personality seeping into his tone of voice. 

You snap your eyes to his, raising an eyebrow as a silent response to his challenge. 

“You asked why I'm ignoring you and I’m not. I just spoke to you” You threw back, deciding not to dignify that question with an answer.

What was the point of answering stupid questions? He knew the answer, you knew the answer and you were positive the whole office knew the damn answer. You, he and the audience were only waiting for the resolution to this tension. 

“You know that’s not what I mean” he spoke grimly, standing up and pulling at your waist.

You stayed put though, proud of yourself for not budging from your spot despite his tugs. You place your hands over his own, ignoring the spark you felt from his flesh touching yours whilst gently taking his hands from your waist.

“I don’t, actually. I’m not sure that I know what you mean, and I don’t think that I ever will” You assured him. 

Though unsure of your last comment, you swiftly made your exit with a curt bow. Until his parting statement disrupted it.

“You can’t keep pretending that we didn’t fuck” His statement caused a slight, and hopefully unnoticeable, pause in your step. 

The room was silent for a moment, and you didn’t dare turn around; The elephant in the room was right there and the ostrich tactic of burying your head in the sand and ignoring the surface world was your weapon of choice.

“You have been watching me do just that and you will continue to watch me do it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do” With that, you exited, leaving the room and heading straight to your office. 

You truly couldn’t believe that after high school, after college that Jae-Hyun was still able to rile you up in ways that you were sure no other human male could; He got under your skin in ways that unnerved you, sometimes in a simple fashion, other times complex. Somehow, you had thought that after he practically decimated your feelings in high school and led you on a string in college that you’d stick to your resolve of never wanting to see him again. However, you neglected the tiny little detail that placed you in this predicament yet again: Jae-Hyun was irresistible or at least he was to you. It was damn near impossible to stay away from that man. Given the slightest bit of affection and attention from him and you jumped; Finally, your pride took a stand and said no. 

Not this time. 

That would no longer be the case. You were 23 and you had no excuse for being a man's lap dog. You were not a susceptible teenager anymore but a fully grown woman. That drunken night in the hotel at that company retreat a few months ago was a mistake, nothing more. These thoughts swarmed your head, reminding you to stay strong in your resolve as you freshened up in the lady's room. After ensuring that you looked your best, you exited, making a beeline for your office. Closing the door was a relief, as was being away from Jae-Hyun and the prying eyes of the office. You didn’t need to think of how well he touched you the last time, how he learned all of your spots within moments and remembered them with relative ease. You didn’t need to think of how he left you in the morning, alone and naked in the bed that you both had shared.

“Stressed?” A slight yelp left your throat at the sound of another voice in the room. 

You turned around to see Johnny leaning against your desk, the sunlight glinting off his hair and flawless glass like skin beautifully. You let out a huff of a laugh.

“Jesus. I need to put a bell on your ass” You joked halfheartedly as he pushed off the desk and made a direct path to you. 

“You were in his office?” He questioned as he made his way up to you, his hands stuffed in his pocket. 

You raised an eyebrow yet again; Childish as it may seem you hated people questioning you. 

“He’s my superior, I don’t really have a choice in speaking to him” You respond blankly. 

Johnny said nothing in response, simply opting to walk up to you and grabbing the flesh of your ass to pull you against him. You practically felt yourself purring at the insinuation of his actions although you kept yourself in check due to where you were. 

“You know that he wants to fuck you, right?” He whispers in your ear as he brushes his lips against the slope of your neck. 

“And if I did?” You mumbled, letting your eyes close as to better focus on the feel of his lips on your neck. 

“I’d say you’d want to fuck him too” He whispers softly, teasingly in your ear after a few neck kisses. 

You had to tone down what would’ve been your normal sharp response. 

“And if you’re wrong?”.

“Well, if I was wrong, you wouldn’t be going to his office alone, now, would you?” he murmurs, biting down softly.

You laugh quietly.

“You’ve got this, and me, all the way fucked up”. 

He laughs, the hot air fanning the skin of your neck and wisping through your curls.

“Oh?”.

“You do. For argument’s sake, let’s say that I did want to fuck him. What would that have to do with you?” Your question is quiet, but you knew he heard you. 

For a moment, you let it all pass away, Letting his touch comfort you as best it could.

“I don’t like it” You could practically hear the pout on his face. 

“Since you’re behind me-”

Arms wind around your waist. 

“My favorite place to be”.

You roll your eyes before you gently remove his arms.

“You and I both know we’re not serious” You tried to keep your tone soft and light but it did sting momentarily. 

You did not need to be played with again. No later than the second that the words were out of your mouth, he pulled you to him with a firm grasp on your hips.

“You’re speaking for me now?” His eyebrow quirks upwards, slight irritation lacing his words. 

You break his hold on your hips with a quiet “Oh please”.

“The truth is the truth, no matter who says it” you address him as you walk over to your desk. 

Bending over slightly, you begin to re-organize the papers into their appropriate stacks, busying yourself. You were quietly focused on your task until you felt Johnny sneak up behind you, his fingertips ghosting over your outer thighs.

“What if I really only want you?” His words are a whisper in your ear. 

“Johnny, you just fucked a girl last week Thursday. It is now Friday. What exactly are you trying to convince me of?” You deadpan, a slight smile that you hoped didn’t convey your bitterness gracing your lips. 

He paused, staying like that for a few moments, obviously mulling over his thoughts and words carefully. After a few minutes of silence, you raise both eyebrows and purse your lips with an expression that you knew he couldn’t see.  

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” You spoke more to yourself than to him as you went back to organizing your desk, moving onto your pens and paperweights. 

The idea of Johnny messing around with other women didn’t necessarily bother you; You were both two consenting adults who knew exactly what this little arrangement was. If you got horny, you called him and that was pretty much the long and the short of it. He wasn’t obligated to inform you of his conquests, and you weren’t obligated to do that either. As long as he was both clean and honest the few times you ask, you couldn't care less what it was that he did. You cared for him as a friend, of course, but romance was never something you two could have. However, you could not deny the bitter sting of hurt and intense fear at being used again. Shelving that complicated can of snakes, you grounded yourself in the present moment. Fiddling with the amethyst on your desk you repeat to yourself what you know to be true. He was just a fun friend who you fucked from time to time, nothing more. It was a comfortable arrangement that was devoid of true romantic feelings. His behavior was definitely odd but as you contemplated the time and factored an important client whose case you were supposed to close this week, you decided to chalk it up to male egos and began to work. Johnny stayed in front of your desk for a moment before gripping the edges of it in a ploy to get your attention. Without even looking up at you call out a short but sweet "yes?”. He doesn’t answer you, instead, he struts over to where you sat and brushes your curls from your ear.

“Don’t you have work to do?” You ask while flipping over to the next page of a business agreement. 

He places a soft kiss to the shell of your ear and breaks your concentration.

“I got off 30 minutes ago. Bosses leave early”.

You felt a small smile cross your lips as his display of slight affection. With his behavior, you almost forgot he and Jae-Hyun were co-owners of the company. 

“And you came and waited for me in my office?” You asked slyly, flattered. 

“I did” He confirmed before taking the shell of your ear between his teeth. 

You sigh, letting your pen fall limp between your fingers as his tongue fiddled with your ear. You could feel his fingers making feather light trails to the inside of your thighs, but you don’t have the sense to stop him. Johnny’s persistence was sexy and with a face like that, what were you supposed to do? Say no? I mean you could but why would you want to? (Hands to Myself). His fingers reach the hem of your skirt rather quickly, hesitating to go past. 

“Blue looks really pretty on you princess” You groan as soon as you hear the name. 

“I hate that name and you know it” You deadpan.

Johnny chuckles darkly. 

“That does not mean that I care. If I like princess, then I’m going to call you princess”. 

In a quick restructuring of positions, your hand encloses the back of his neck quickly, fingers tangling themselves into the soft locks nestled at the nape. His expression was playful, dangerously so, as if he knew he was treading into deeper waters. 

“Don’t start. It won’t work and you know it” You whisper, pulling him closer into your personal space. 

“Judging by your response, I think it has” his voice is smooth and much lower, reminiscent of the one he used how many weeks ago when he was between your silk sheets. 

“Why do you like playing with me?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Why do you like denying me?”.

His gaze went between your own and the apex of your thighs constantly. Before you can protest, he drops to his knees and crawls underneath your desk with a wicked expression.

“The fuck is you doing?” This elicits a “shh” from him as he gets comfortable.

You couldn’t see him very well, but you can imagine the look of playfulness on his face as he drags his hands up your thighs. 

“Johnny” you warn. 

He shushes you once again, kissing the skin of your exposed knee, just where the hem of your skirt ended. You chuckle at his behavior, looking around skeptically before leaning down to peek under your desk. 

“Why are you like this?” You giggle. 

He shrugs once more.

“You need it” His hands slip under the fabric of your skirt and skin the outside of your thighs. His fingers work deftly, massaging the skin of your thighs tenderly. You let the pen dangle from your fingers as you basked in the feeling. His fingers inched higher each and every time he massaged the skin, getting closer and closer to where you actually wanted and needed him to be. Letting out a low moan of appreciation, you leaned back in your chair and let Johnny work. Within a few seconds, his hands were out from under your skirt, and he was resting his head in your lap, a dark smirk on his face. 

“Want me to go further?” He asked quietly.

The next few seconds were a blur; A quick succession of knocks followed by the door flying open in less time than it took for you to attempt to look like you were doing work. Standing in the doorway was Jae-Hyun. The aforementioned, unfortunately, knew you way too well to tell something was up. You could see his gaze moving from his desk back to your eyes. He moves closer, shutting the door and crossing his arms over his chest. It is quiet for a moment. Johnny shuffles, his long limbs clearly uncomfortable under there. 

“You going to tell me who’s under there or do I have to guess?” He questions, his tone has an icy edge to it. 

For a split second, you felt embarrassed that one of your bosses had caught you fooling around on company time. However, that was the mindset of a worker. The mindset of a woman told you that your past flings shouldn’t give a flying fuck about the men you involve yourself with now. Especially since both have equal standing in the company, you find yourself emboldened. You straighten your spine, look him straight in the eye and say: 

“Johnny, we’ve been caught”. 

Jae-Hyun’s eyes narrow as you push back from the desk. You saw the fire flash behind them as Johnny unfurls from his hiding place with a low, disappointed “aww”. 

It took all of you not to laugh at his expression.

“Your skirt looks shorter than the last time I saw it” His tone is accusatory but before he can speak, Johnny is quick to pipe up, in a posh English accent. 

“My fault, entirely”.

I bite my lip to keep in a laugh, but the corners of my mouth turn upwards and betray me.

“I have a few questions about the meeting with Minho. If you’re done fucking on company time, I’d like to run those by you” He spoke calmly but I could see his jaw clench, making his feelings about the situation obvious. 

“Well,” You begin, keeping your voice low and level. 

“I have a bit of paperwork here that needs to be taken care of so this will have to wait till later. Say in 15 minutes?”.

The face Johnny made as he turned to you only fueled your confidence. You sat back in your chair, watching as Jae-Hyun stood there dumbfounded. 

“I’ll see you at 6 then”. 

You nod curtly, pulling your chair closer to your desk and getting ready to resume your work. 

“Johnny?” Jae-Hyun interrupts the silence.

Both you and Johnny look up and, with a smug smile on his face, Jae-Hyun says:

“I’m sure you’ll have fun fucking her”. 

You were momentarily stunned by the bluntness of the statement but, before you could respond, Jay beats you to it. 

“We sure do, isn’t that right princess?” This time, a cow-boy accent.

Your laugh escapes this time, and you quickly look at the work on your desk rather than look at Jae-Hyun. You simply listen for the signs that he is leaving the room, waiting until the door closes before looking over at a smug looking Johnny.

“You’re a dick” You got out in between giggles. 

Johnny let out a short laugh before sitting on the corner of your desk. 

“Nah, he deserved that”. 

It is silent for a few moments as you finally focus on your paperwork. He stands. 

“Well since he killed my boner, I think I’m going to head home”. 

You nod at his sentence, leaning into his one-armed hug as he gives you with a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“Call me when you leave,” He whispers. 

You tell him you will.

After he leaves the room, you do your best to drive Jae-Hyun out of your mind, focusing on the paperwork in front of you tirelessly until you realize the time: 6:02pm. You make no hasty moves. Instead, you grab your copy of the notes of the meeting, grab your pen and stand to full height slowly. You brush your skirt down, smoothing out any wrinkles and walk out of your office. The majority of the office was empty, seeing as it was time to clock out. You walk into his office, to which the door was already left ajar and sit down in the chair opposite his own.  It was a few moments before he alerted you of his presence with a harsh slam of the door. You heard him exhale heavily before walking over towards you. When he was finally in your field of vision, you could see that he was glaring. 

“Johnny, really?” He hisses, obviously annoyed. 

You dismiss his annoyance, looking down at your notes as you speak. 

“Does that matter? I thought I was here to discuss the meeting with Minho”. 

Within seconds, he rips the notepad from your hands, throwing it to the other side of the room. 

You stand up quickly, pushing yourself into both his face and personal space. 

“Don’t take your anger out on me jackass” you sneer, before walking over to the other side of the room and picking up your notepad. 

“It’s because of you that I’m angry” he hissed. 

You scoff. 

“Me? I did nothing wrong here”. 

Now it’s his turn to scoff. 

“Why are you even with him?”. 

You let out a harsh laugh, raising your eyebrow in amusement. 

“With him? Making a lot of assumptions here” You counter, watching the stress from his face melt, although only slightly. 

“Oh?” He sounds.

“What does this have to do with the meeting with Minho?” You question, hardening your gaze. 

“Oh my god, fuck the meeting” He spoke in an exasperated fashion.

You could see yourself finally getting under your skin and the 17-year-old girl hidden within you squeals in delight. 

“God knows how you became CEO with that attitude” You sass.

He doesn’t respond to your jab. Instead, he opts to approach you, letting his hands grip the material of the armrest of the chair you were sitting in. 

“You play too much” He warns, his voice dark as his gaze flutters down to your lips. 

You watch in amusement as his eyes travel downward and you wait for a few moments before taking your finger and raising his head up so that his gaze is level with yours again. Leaning forward, you stop just a few inches short of his lips. 

“If that is all, then I think it is time for me to clock out now” You whisper. 

With that, you stand, raising from your chair. He backs up and allows you to walk to your door. Grabbing the handle on the door, you are so close to making your dramatic exit before he speaks again.

“Is this because of high school? "His voice is soft. 

Turning around, you put up the most confused expression you could muster before cocking your head to the side, adorably. 

“I don’t know, is it?” You ask sweetly. 

When met with silence, you take that as a means to leave. You goto your office, gathering your things quickly and draping your coat over your arm as you shoot a quick text to Johnny. 

You 6:25 pm: Tell me the door is unlocked 

By the time you clock out and reach the elevator, you to receive a response from him. 

JJ 6:29pm: Always princess. 

Rolling your eyes at his nickname, you simply step into the elevator doors, pressing the ground floor and turning your attention back to your phone. That was until a hand stopped the doors from closing. Looking up and seeing that it was Jae-Hyun was a bitter feeling. You barely gave him a reaction though, opting to look back towards your phone as he stepped besides you and let the elevator descend. It was all smooth sailing until the elevator buckled harshly, throwing your balance off completely and sending you crashing into Jae-Hyun, which sent you both to the floor. The cart shook at the impact but, other than that, there was no more movement. No no no no no this could not be fucking happening. You exhale heavily, your anxiety skyrocketing as the resident dumbass said the obvious. 

“I think we’re stuck”. 

Goddamn it.

#johnny #NCT #nct fanfic #nct 127 #nct u #nct drabbles #nct johnny #johnny seo #jaehyun #jaehyun fanfic #johnny fanfic #nct angst #johnny angst #jaehyun angst #nct u fics #nct 127 fic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #nct imagines #johnny imagines #jaehyun imagines #nct u imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct smut #nct u smut #nct 127 smut #johnny smut #johnny seo smut #jaehyun smut #kpop

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC (well, not anymore)

Word Count: 1,121 Words

Summary: Sirius gets to name someone and Eclipse's tech-help roomba gains sentience.

Warnings: Caps, Death (mentioned only), Cursing, Self-Hatred (mentioned), Innuendo (mentioned only), Sex (mentioned only), Injury (mentioned), let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse. Charon is Good Eclipse’s Moon.

Other Notes: Guess you could say Sirius gets some...sirius brownie points this chapter? badum tss

Chapter 10: Another Backup And Solar Flare?

9:45am Who Took My Hat?

Sirius: You will never believe what I found in this house Monty brought me to to stay in for my seemingly extended vacation in your world.

Lunar: What did you find?

Sirius: Could my comfort tiny please wake up for this?

Eclipse: whay dod yoh fond?

Sirius: Okay. Crescent said we’re allowed to so I named him. But guess who found one of your backups?

Eclipse: WHICH ONE!?

Sirius: A blind one. His name is Brown Dwarf. He hadn’t charged since he activated and you said that they activated like a week and a half ago. So I put him on a charger last night and he’s talking to me now.

Lunar: Does Monty even know he’s there with you?

Sirius: I can defend myself. You saw what I did to BB’s face.

Lunar: True, point conceded.

Sirius: Anyways, Brownie seems pretty docile and nervous so I’m guessing he isn’t a threat as much as a surprise housemate.

Eclipse: I haven’t even had my coffee yet and you’re out here finding backups

Sirius: It’s a little hard not to notice a guy basically dead in your room kay? I noticed him last night and I figured I’d get him charged some before I went around asking him questions and naming him.

Lunar: Did you seriously read the chat history to find if you could name him?

Sirius: Read from the beginning to the newest so I’m caught up on my favorite soap opera.

Lunar: I hate you sometimes.

Sirius: Used to that.

Lunar: Get therapy!

Sirius: No, I don’t need it.

Lunar: Your oldest brother died when you came into this world, your other older brother died ripping the kill code out and is currently a glitchy backup, you are alone almost constantly and are running an entire daycare essentially by yourself.

Lunar: You need therapy!

Sirius: But they’ll make me talk about my issues. I’d rather take my issues out on machines.

Lunar: The exact reason you need therapy.

Eclipse: Oh fuck me.

Sirius: Dude, no. That’s your brother.

Lunar: Ex brother.

Eclipse: No, my fucking helper bot. Goddammit. I made his AI non-sentient and he still gained sentience.

Lunar: Oh, your other comfort big guy? That Solar something?

Eclipse: Yes, Solar Flare.

Sirius: How dare you make another me? /j

Sirius: /hj

Eclipse: No, he was supposed to be like a giant tech-help roomba and now he’s gained sentience.

Lunar: You win some, you lose some. Is he nice at least?

Eclipse: He’s nice, yeah. But he’s just newly sentient. I ran a check last night because he seemed to be getting emotional over Dad getting a body and now he’s gotten more sentient overnight.

Sirius: Well, add the poor bastard. Don’t leave him waiting without our lovely chat pinging his brain away.

Eclipse: Fine, fine.

Eclipse has added Solar Flare to Who Took My Hat?

Solar Flare: Eclipse, what is this?

Eclipse: The family group chat because you gained sentience.

Solar Flare: I am Solar Flare.

Sirius: We know, big guy. Your Mom told us all about you.

Eclipse: I am not his mother!

Sirius: Did you not make the body?

Eclipse: Well, yes, but I’m not his mother.

Sirius: Well you’re too much of a bottom to be his Daddy, so Mom it is.

Eclipse: I hate you.

Sirius: Yet you don’t deny it.

Lunar: I really wish I never knew this piece of information.

Sirius: Shut up, top.

Lunar: …

Sirius: No denial here, I must be right.

Lunar: Listen

Lunar: Shut up.

Blood Moon: Top and bottom? What?

Lunar: Oh, shut up pillow princess.

Kill Code: Let’s not discuss this? Okay?

Sirius: You’re just mad I called you Mom.

Kill Code: You would be correct.

Moon: It’s weird waking up at a different time than you.

Sun: it’ll take some time, but you’ll get used to it, Moony.

Sirius: Eclipse, I’m scared.

Eclipse: Why?

Sirius: Is this how my brothers would have interacted if I wasn’t a problem?

Lunar: You are not a problem!

Eclipse: He’s right. You aren’t a problem. You’re the strongest magic user I know right next to Moon. You protect your family, despite one being horrible to you and the other being comatose. You didn’t ask to be taken out and put in your own body, Charon made that choice for you. It was never your fault for just existing and it wasn’t your fault that the extraction process ended so badly.

Sirius: I know.

Sirius: Still not going to therapy.

Lunar: Fucking-

Sun: Why’s Lu having a fit at 10:15 in the morning?

Sun: Oh nevermind.

Blood Moon: I looked up what a pillow princess is and now Im terrified. I’m telling my therapist about this.

Lunar: Good, cry.

Blood Moon: So hurtful, baby brother.

Lunar: Yeah, I know.

Harvest Moon: Meanie.

Lunar: Yes I am. You should be used to this by now, power bottom.

8:50pm Who Took My Hat?

Sirius: Looks like my vacation is over, Charon fixed the traveler for me and it’s about to transport me back. Thank Monty for me, I can’t find him for my life to thank him myself for letting me stay in his house. And look after my new comfort tiny for me.

Eclipse: Already dealing with the other comfort tiny.

Sirius: Add him for God’s sake. I wanna be able to talk to my new comfort tiny between dimensions.

Eclipse: Yeah, yeah.

Eclipse has added Brown Dwarf to Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: Here’s your second comfort tiny.

Brown Dwarf: WHY IS MY HEAD PINGING?

Sirius: Just a group chat, Brownie. I’m here and your family’s all here, just a group chat of all the people you know.

Eclipse: Include yourself in that, your family too.

Sirius: I literally have my own family, I’m literally back home.

Lunar: Doesn’t make you not a part of our family.

Kill Code: You just admitted you were kin to me.

Lunar: Shut up, I’m making a point!

Kill Code: Okay?

Sirius: That’s

Sirius: That’s actually pretty sweet, thank you guys.

Lunar: I will force feed you affection regardless of you accepting it or not.

Sirius: Kay, gotta go, Charon’s mad again and the daycare’s open. Gotta throw myself into the ball pit.

Eclipse: Please don’t actually throw yourself again?

Sirius: They like seeing me toss myself in the ball pit!

Eclipse: At least be careful?

Sirius: No. Perish.

Lunar: Perish is what you’ll be doing if you throw yourself ragdoll style in the ball pit again.

Sirius: Too late, already suffering consequences.

Eclipse: What did you do?

Sirius: Balls on my rays again.

Eclipse: That’s not too bad.

Sirius: Also broke some of my casing.

Lunar: Goddammit, Siri.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #the daycare group chat au #fnaf good eclipse #fnaf sirius #fnaf lunar #fnaf eclipse #fnaf solar flare #fnaf bloodmoon #kill code moon #fnaf moon #fnaf harvest moon #snoweywrites #tw caps #tw death mention #tw cursing #tw self hatred mention #tw innuendo mention #tw sex mention #tw injury mention

[hades--baby]

The Alpha Up North

Summary: Quinn thought he could escape all of his problems by trekking up north with his bruised, bloody, and nearly dead misfit of a wolf in tow. However, the old-blooded vampire failed to realize that David Shaw wasn't the only alpha that swore to protect Darlin with everything he had. The alpha up north made that clear real fast.

Note: Gregory Keaton just gives off this fatherly love kind of vibe and I thought that I'd extend that love to Darlin (because lord knows they need some of that in their life right now). Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)

Word Count: 6330

Quinn’s lips were tainted in a dull red tint that matched perfectly to the shade of thick crimson blood flowing from the horrendous open bite marks on Tank’s exposed neck. He’d been relentlessly draining them the entire drive up north, ensuring they only had enough blood in their system to keep them alive and (barely) breathing. The draining hadn’t come to a pause until their face had fallen deathly pale and their skin turned incredulously cold to the touch—just how he wanted them to be. 

And though he would never fully admit it aloud, part of him missed the vibrant warmth that used to radiate from his little misfit of a wolf. The same vibrant warmth that used to counter his own sullen cynicism that he’d adhered to over his undead years. 

He missed the way they used to show off their sly, confident grin at crowded bars as the two of them threw back an obnoxious amount of liquor and hustled pool to earn some extra cash from the poor souls that dared to play against them. He missed how the two of them used to have fun together. He missed the old them.

The one that actually liked wreaking havoc through the streets of Dahlia as if they had nothing better to do with their time. The one that didn’t give two shits about the unempowered brats they were supposedly friends with nowadays. The one that didn’t report him to the fucking department over some minuscule situation that wasn’t even that big of a goddamn deal. 

Well, it wasn’t a big deal to him, at least. 

“Where the fuck are you taking me?”

Quinn sucked in a sharp breath, startled from his thoughts thanks to Tank’s strained voice filling the cab of his truck. He flicked his gaze into the rearview mirror, looking over the roughed-up wolf. The bright moonlight graced their face, showing off how little color they still had under their smooth skin. Their eyes were heavily lidded, barely propped open as they tried to scan the dark moving landscape just outside of the car's tinted windows.

Quinn’s hands tightened around the steering wheel until he was practically white-knuckling the round mechanism. The thick sole of his boot pressed down on the accelerator a little more. He needed to get to the cabin he had secured before Tank could gain their strength back. And even though it wasn’t very likely that the slumped wolf would gain their strength back that quickly, it didn’t hurt to get there sooner than later. 

“Where the fuck are you taking me, Quinn?” Tank repeated, adding a little more animosity to their tone. 

“You don’t have to worry about that, Misfit. All you need to know is that we’ll be there soon enough,” he said, watching them through the rearview mirror for a little while longer before looking back at the open road.

In all honesty, Quinn wasn’t all that worried about keeping a close eye on them. The amount of blood that he had drained from their veins was surely enough to keep them from doing anything rash. Of course, the thought of trancing them to keep them still and complaint had crossed his mind when he first got the jump on them, but he decided that he’d rather play on with a little psychological torture instead.

He wanted them to know that they were too weak to save themself. 

That they truly couldn’t do a damn thing to get out of this situation, regardless of how badly they wanted to.  

So he opted for just checking in on them every few miles in the rearview mirror of his dusty truck. 

He could see them messing with the tight restraints that were skillfully wrapped around their wrists, twisting and turning in an attempt to loosen the ropes, but that did nothing but cinch them tighter than before. They didn’t stop fidgeting until Quinn pulled into a long gravel driveway that led to a small cabin he’d been thinking about the entire drive up north. 

Tank was on high alert the moment the tires of the sedan crunched against the loose gravel of the driveway. Their shoulders tensed and their head whipped around with the little strength that was still pumping through their body. A small smirk graced the sadistic vampire’s face as he saw almost all sense of hope slip away from their tired eyes, depleting into near nothing. 

Had they finally come to terms with the fact that they weren’t going to be getting away this time?

That tonight would be their last night alive?

That this would be the end for them?

Whatever they were thinking, he hoped it was something drastically hopeless. 

He popped the driver’s side door open and practically ripped the back door open. He cinched a grip on Tank’s shirt collar and yanked them out of the back seat just to have them land on the sharp gravel spread over the ground beneath them. The injured wolf groaned in pain, trying to get back on their feet, but Quinn grabbed onto their collar again and started dragging them towards the front door before the soles of their boots could even attempt to plant on the ground. He was expeditiously becoming careless with the way he handled them, completely disregarding their attempts to get away from him. 

He didn’t care if he got their scent all over the damn place anymore. He had managed to hide their scent all the way up from Dahlia to this shit-hole backwater county in the middle of nowhere. There was no way that anyone from the Shaw Pack or the Solaire Clan would find them out here with them being completely off the grid. 

There was no way that anyone would find them out here. 

Quinn kicked the front door open, threw their limp body inside, and slammed the door shut behind him. Fear quickly flooded Tank’s chest and slowly crept up their throat as the entire cabin was enveloped in utter darkness. Not even the faintest glimmer of moonlight found its way inside. 

Much to their dismay, the old vampiric bastard had bashed their face to the point of their own blood backlogging their sense of smell, making it practically impossible for their nose to pick up on anything other than the metallic savor of the crimson liquid that was supposed to be pumping through their veins. 

So with no sense of smell and no source of light to aid their already struggling eyes, all they could do was lie there and listen to Quinn’s feather-like movements as he moved about the cabin. 

Tank hated this feeling. 

They hated feeling… helpless. 

They couldn’t use the enhanced senses that they had always relied on as a wolf, they couldn’t get free from the damn ropes that were tightly wrapped around their sore wrists, and they couldn’t get the fuck away from Quinn. 

They wanted to scream and fight with all their might, but they couldn’t. 

And that infuriated them. 

Before they knew it, a few low-light lamps flickered on and Tank was slowly granted their sight back. They took a chance to look around, moving nothing but their eyes to take in their surroundings. 

The cabin was notably small. It wasn’t really anything but a simple one-room structure with little to no furniture to fill its space. It was quite evident that nobody actually lived in it and they figured that it was probably just some throw-away place that Quinn had managed to get his hands on. 

Tank warily pushed themself up onto their hands and knees, but their limbs shook with exhaustion and their tied wrists made it even harder to keep themself upright. They eventually fell back to the hardwood floor, helpless and ready to close their eyes for good. 

Quinn abruptly slammed a wood chair beside their shaking form and pulled them up onto it. He cut the ropes away from their wrists only to retire them to the uncomfortable armrests of the chair. He then tied their ankles to the legs, making sure to pull tighter than he really needed to. 

“Blood-sucking prick,” Tank muttered under their breath. 

“My dear Misfit, you are in no position to be calling me such mean names,” Quinn taunted, looking up at them from his kneeled position in front of them. He tightened the ropes even more before standing upright. “You know, I’ve always thought that this little thing between us would end in some big glorious fight. The type that would leave both of us bruised and battered and almost dead. But here you are, tied up in front of me with no means of escape and little to no fight left in you.”

Tank barely mustered up enough energy to clench their hands into fists, but they weren’t able to hold it for long and they ended up releasing the tension to rest their palms flat against the armrests. The old vampire smiled at the subtle sign of weakness they tried to conceal, thrilled to see that his little wolf really didn’t stand a chance against him anymore. 

Quinn unexpectedly shot his hand forward and wrapped his fingers around their neck, squeezing nice and tight. His nails dug into their skin, making them wince in pain as his fingers dug right into one of their open wounds. Most of them had stopped bleeding, but the sudden jerk prompted blood to start seeping from them again. 

“Oh, don’t hold yourself back, Misfit,” Quinn said, shaking his head as his grip tightened. His eyes were wide and manic; his pupils nearly dilated to the edge of his glowing irises. A devilish grin spread over his face and his fangs emerged a little more. He let out a deep chuckle, running his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “No one but me is going to be able to hear your cries out here, so you might as well let loose.”

It had been hours since Quinn had started his ruthless assault on Tank. 

The poor wolf had endured hours of the vampire's relentless torture and he wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. And for once in their life, Tank wasn’t so sure how much more they could take before they’d give in and give up. 

They were slightly amused by the fact that they were actually admitting that to themself. 

Out of everyone in their life, they had been the most stubborn about giving up. They had always been the one to pull through, no matter the situation and no matter the cost. Hell, they had been scolded halfway to hell about how reckless they’d been with their lack of self-preservation, yet they always managed to make it out alive. But as they sat strapped to that damn wood chair with blood seeping out of every place imaginable, they really weren’t too sure if they could hold out any longer. 

“Well, I think I’m done playing with my food,” Quinn sighed, lazily strolling back over to their limp figure. He stopped right in front of them, the toes of his boots knocking against their own. He cupped their jaw and slowly tilted their head back, forcing them to look into his eyes. “What do you think, Misfit? Should I just end it all here for you? Or should I keep our fun little game running a little while longer?” 

Tank clenched their jaw, wanting to snarl some sort of harsh obscenity at him, but they couldn’t manage to get anything out. They attempted to bare their teeth at the age-old vampire, but they could barely get their canines to peek past their bloody lips. Quinn hummed at their cute attempt of aggression. 

“I suppose I’ll just put an end to our little game. It was fun while it lasted,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and taking his hand away from their jaw so their head limply dropped back to their chest. 

Fuck. 

They were going to die in this stupid drabby cabin at the hands of a goddamn monstrosity of a person and there was near nothing that they could do about it. 

“How should I do this? Snap your neck? Drain you? Turn you?” he prompted, adding a devilish grin to the last option. 

Tank found the strength to tilt their head back enough to look him in the eye again, an almost begging look falling over their face. Quinn smirked and narrowed his eyes at them before cocking his head to the side. 

Quinn had never seen or heard Tank beg before. 

And he thought he never would. 

But now that he’d had a tiny taste of what that looked like…

Now he wanted to see more. 

“What’s wrong, Misfit? Afraid to have me as your maker?” he asked as he took a small step toward them. “Or are you more scared about losing the wolf in you?”

Tank squirmed in their chair at the thought of Quinn turning them. They didn’t want to become a vampire and they sure as hell didn’t want him to be their fucking maker. They’d probably end up being like that Adam guy that Vincent and Lovely had talked about. Apparently, the guy had killed his own maker and kept on living (sort of) with that heavy secret under his belt. Except Tank would make sure that everyone knew exactly who tore off Quinn’s fucking head. 

“Now that I really think about it, turning you seems like a much more favorable option,” he said, smiling a little more while kneeling down in front of the wolf. “Turning you so you can endure an endless amount of suffering just by my hands alone… sounds fucking extravagant, don’t you think?”

They tilted their head further back in an attempt to get away from him, but they soon realized that they had exposed more of their neck and they immediately snapped their head back down to hide their bloody jugular. Though, that did nothing to stop Quinn from committing his atrocities. 

“You know, I always told myself that I’d never actually turn anyone. Too much responsibility in having progeny to take care of. Too much work. But maybe—just maybe—I’ll make an exception for you,” he said, running his tongue over his fangs. 

He cupped their jaw with one hand again and roughly forced their head back to expose their neck as he stood up straight. He placed one of his knees on the seat of the chair right between their legs, hovering right over them as he stared deeply into their wide eyes. His thumb gently pulled at their bloody bottom lip before trailing all the way down to the middle of their throat. His eyes scoured their neck for a few long moments, then he took a steady deep breath and slowly lowered his head. 

But before he could truly reach their neck, he froze in place and his eyes widened ever so slightly. His head ticked to the side and his eyes flicked toward the front door of the cabin. After a few silent seconds, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. 

He had sensed something that they hadn’t, but what was it?

“Hold that thought, Misfit,” he said with an eerie calmness, looking back into their eyes for a split second before pushing off of them. Their chair rocked back slightly from the force of his shove, but it soon settled back on all four legs. They watched as he peeked past the thick black-out curtains that were covering the windows before making his way to the door and slipping out of the cabin. They let their head slowly teeter before it slumped back down, chin hitting their chest. 

Well… fuck. 

If he wasn’t going to kill them or turn them now, then they might actually just die on their own from blood loss. They had been feeling like absolute shit for hours, but now it was really starting to hit them. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and an excruciating amount of pain was starting to set in. 

Their head felt far too light, their entire body was shivering with merciless chills, and they could feel their mind finally slipping away from the reality of their situation. Their breath was rapid and shallow, their heart was racing, and they were fighting just to keep their eyes open. 

They despised the feeling of being out of control. 

It all felt wrong.  

And for the first time in a very long time, Tank admitted to themself that they were scared. 

They’re not sure how long they had been sitting in their fuzzy state of limbo, but a careful pair of footsteps entered the cabin and that was enough to pull them from their daze. They were afraid that it was just Quinn coming back from whatever mindless hunt he had just gone on, but the person who had just walked in didn’t spit some snarky comment like he would have. If it had been the old-blooded vampire, he would’ve been talking their ear off about how he was going to finally end them with some sort of wicked grin on his face. 

No, it wasn’t Quinn who had just walked in. 

A large, warm hand gently cupped Tank’s face and tilted their head up. Tank slowly peeled their eyes open, silently wondering when they had closed them. Once their vision focused, they immediately thought that they might have actually died because what they were seeing was impossible. They had to be completely fucking delusional or some shit because what they were seeing couldn’t be real. 

“Gabe?” they rasped out while narrowing their eyes. 

They were quite aware that there was no way that the man standing in front of them could be Gabe Shaw, but they didn’t care for logic anymore. They let the full weight of their head slump into the man’s hand, to which the mystery man let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head. 

“Not quite, kiddo. I’m Gregory Keaton. Remember me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over their bloody cheekbone. 

Gregory.

Yeah. 

They remembered him. 

He and Gabe were practically brothers all those years ago. And even though the two alphas had gone their separate ways to assemble their own respective packs, Greg always seemed to find some extra time to spend with the Shaw family. Hell, he had actually been the one to help Tank feel a little more at home when Gabe and David weren’t around to do that themselves. 

After their initial introduction—which had been a little rough because all introductions with Tank were a little rough—Greg had quickly found that the young wolf wasn’t really the talking type, so he found other ways to get to know them and to simply spend time with them. 

He showed them how to fix up some of the old upholstery on their motorcycle and in Gabe’s old ‘62 Chevy Camaro when they were in high school. He would mutter dumb little dad jokes that Tank pretended to hate even though they secretly loved them. And when Gabe and David couldn’t get through to them, Greg always managed to get them to listen a little (it might take a good thirty-minute motorcycle ride and a heart-to-heart, but he always managed to get through to them one way or another).

It had been years since they had seen him. 

The last time they had actually seen him was at… Gabe’s funeral. 

Tank had to admit, they really missed the old bastard. 

“You still with me, kiddo?”

Their eyes focused back on his face before they slowly nodded. The minuscule movement made their head spin and they immediately stilled, squeezing their eyes shut while leaning their head into his hand some more. 

“Yeah, I remember you, Greg,” Tank muttered.

“Good. Let’s get these ropes off of you and get you home,” he said, gently patting their cheek once before kneeling down in front of them. Their head lulled a bit as they watched him cut away the rough ropes.

“Where’s Quinn?”

“Already taken care of,” he said, trusting that the members of his pack had already offed the bloodsucker. He continued to work the ropes off, frowning at the sight of their wounds as he grazed his fingertips over the raw skin of their wrists. The amount of blood, gashes, and bites that littered their skin made him wonder how they had managed to hold out as long as they did. “He won’t be bothering you or anybody else anymore.” 

“Good.”

Once the ropes were off, they involuntarily slumped forward. Greg caught them and picked them up with ease, his arms hooked under their limp legs and back in the process of it all. Their head tucked into the crook of his neck, finding solace in his warm embrace. 

“How’d you find me?” Tank asked, their rapid breath starting to slow down. 

“Ansel noticed that Quinn had been spending an awful lot of time in this little cabin for the past month or so. Once David gave me a call to tell me that you had gone missing and there had been a sighting of him heading out of Dahlia, we assumed that this is where he might have taken you,” he answered, stepping through the door and into the cold forest. 

Tall pine trees loomed up above them and the dark sky peeked through the very tips of the fresh green tops. 

Tank loved the sight of the star-ridden sky.  

They desperately wished that they could keep their eyes open long enough to get a good look at all of the shining stars, but they could barely manage to keep peeling their eyes open after blinking, so they had a feeling stargazing was out of the question. Even so, they tilted their head back to rest against Greg’s shoulder and forced their eyes open so they could watch the stars one last time. 

“Hey, Greg?” they started, swallowing hard as they continued to stare at the shimmering abyss above them. 

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“I think I’m dying,” they concluded in a strained tone, letting a heavy breath trail their words. “And I think I’m a little scared.”

“You are not dying on my watch. You hear me?” he said, shaking his head as he trekked over to his truck a little faster. 

A large group of the Keaton Pack had accompanied their alpha on his mission to rescue Tank. They had been tasked with the job of tearing Quinn limb from limb while their alpha sought out the young wolf that had been snatched away from their own pack. And since the entire group was waiting by his truck, he could only assume that they had taken care of the bastard leech for good. 

Greg rested Tank in the bed of his truck and climbed in as he called his healers over. He settled himself in the middle and gently set the younger wolf’s head on his lap, running his fingers through their hair in an attempt to soothe them.  

“You’re going to be just fine, alright?” he said, looking down at them. Their eyes were unfocused and he could tell that they were staring past his face and at the stars instead. He remembered that they had a knack for stargazing. There had been countless times he and Gabe had found them lying out on the roof of the Shaw house just to stargaze in peace. “Plus, I have a feeling Gabe would come back to haunt my ass if he ever found out you died on my watch.”

Tank let out a huff of a laugh at that. 

“Yeah, he probably would,” they said, a small smile flashing over their face as they thought about what Gabe might have said to them right then and there if he were still around.

And as Tank stared at the glimmering stars with Greg’s fingers soothingly working through their hair, they couldn’t help but feel at peace as they slowly slipped away. 

Tank wasn’t all that sure where they were when they’d woken up, but they knew it wasn’t home. 

They weren’t at their shitty little apartment in the shady industrial district of Dahlia, nor were they tucked away at Sam’s comfy cabin in the middle of the woods. 

So yeah. 

They weren’t home. 

And that kind of terrified them. 

They couldn’t really remember much of what had happened, but they did remember bits and pieces. 

Though, part of their memory felt more like a dream than a reality. 

Like Gregory Keaton. 

Part of them felt like the old alpha had just been a figment of their imagination as they slowly descended into the madness of blood loss that Quinn had so graciously bestowed upon them. But it soon became apparent that they weren’t imagining anything as the bedroom door beside them opened and the person they’d been thinking about stepped into the room. They forced themself upright, hoping to get a clearer view. And the sight was almost enough to send them reeling back onto the mattress. 

“Hey there, kiddo,” Greg greeted as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. His weight made Tank sink towards him and they had to plant one of their hands down to keep themself from slamming into his side. He set a hand on their shoulder to keep them from falling any further, which they were more than grateful for because they weren’t too sure if they could have stopped completely on their own. “You gave us a bit of a fright back there. We thought we had lost you for a minute before one of my healers could find your pulse again.”

Tank didn’t know what to say. 

They hadn’t seen him in such a long time and with the situation at hand, they didn’t really know what to do, what to say, or what to even think. They felt like they were everywhere and nowhere all at once. 

“Here. Drink this. Feels like you’re still running a little cold and this should help warm you up a bit,” he said, gently patting their back as he handed them a cup of what looked to be tea. Tank took it in their shaking hands, happy to get something warm in their system. They just needed something to soothe their soul a bit. “Your pack is on the way. They should be rolling in soon. Oh, and David mentioned something about your mate tagging along too.”

Their eyes widened at his last statement. 

The fact that Sam was coming along wasn’t what surprised them. 

What surprised them was the fact that David had told Greg. 

“So you found yourself a mate, huh?” he teased with a smile as he playfully nudged their shoulder. They nodded before taking a long sip of the warm tea. He had added honey to it. He must’ve remembered that they liked their tea that way. “Does he treat you well?”

“He does,” they answered, smiling slightly. “More than well.”

“Good. You let me know if he ever treats you differently, you hear?” he said, giving them a faux stern look. They nodded their head in response. “But from what I’ve been told, I don’t think I have to worry about that all that much. A vampire with a knack for healing magic? That’s not something you see every day.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty damn special,” they said, their words slurring a bit as they spoke. Greg just assumed that the healing magic was still pumping through their veins pretty hard. “He’s saved me more times than I’d like to admit.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a couple of wolf packs and a vamp clan looking out for you now,” he joked, huffing out a light laugh. 

“Greg,” someone called from the entrance of the bedroom. The alpha looked up and perked his brows to let the person know that he was listening. “Shaw’s here.”

Tank perked up slightly and took a deep breath through their nose in hopes of catching the comforting scent of their pack, but they weren’t able to pick anything up. They furrowed their brows and slumped slightly, which Greg seemed to notice with ease. 

“Senses still shot?” he asked, looking at them with a sympathetic look. They nodded and looked down at their cup of tea. He set a hand on their back and gently patted them a couple of times. “It might take some time for your senses to come back. That bloodsucker did quite a number on you.”

“Right,” they muttered, nodding their head once more. 

David soon appeared in the opening of the bedroom. His eyes immediately landed on Tank and they could see visible relief roll off of him. Tank let a small smile pull at their lips before it dropped and disappeared completely. They were too drained to really hold anything up right now. Even the hot cup of tea cradled in their hands started to be too much for them to hold. Greg must’ve noticed that too because he placed his hand under the cup and carried the weight in the palm of his hand. 

“Let me take that for you,” he said. Tank was grateful that they could drop their hands back to their lap as he took the mug from them and made his way over to where David was standing. 

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done tonight,” David started, but he was promptly interrupted by Greg letting out a light chuckle. He placed a hand on the younger alpha’s shoulder and squeezed comfortingly. 

“I already told you, David. You and the rest of the Shaw Pack are like family, especially that one over there,” Greg said, gesturing his head toward Tank. He couldn’t help but smile at the young wolf. He viewed them as one of his own kids. Same with David. “I’d do anything to protect you two.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, go on in. They just woke up a few minutes ago,” Greg said, patting David on the back a couple of times before looking over at Tank. “Can I get you anything else, kiddo?”

“I’m alright,” they said, shaking their head. “Thanks, Greg.”

The older alpha nodded once more, gave them both one last reassuring look, and then disappeared into the hallway. David stood frozen in the doorway for a few moments, looking Tank over a couple of times as they kept their eyes trained on the hardwood floor set below them. The tall alpha stepped towards Tank, keeping his strides steady and methodical. He kneeled down in front of them and fell still again.

Tank couldn’t bring themself to look him in the eye. 

They wondered if he knew the whole story behind the night's events. 

They hoped he knew that they didn’t go after Quinn. That the damned old-blooded vampire had jumped and snatched them while they were on their way home from work. That they didn’t go looking for him on their own. That they didn’t break the very promise that they had made to him and Sam. 

They hoped he knew that. 

They hoped he knew all of that. 

David slowly and steadily raised one of his hands into the air, not wanting to startle them with any quick movement. He set his warm palm on the back of their head and eased them forward, pressing their foreheads together. They both closed their eyes and took a deep breath before Tank completely slumped forward to rest their head against his broad shoulder. He held them up with ease, letting them put their entire weight on him. 

“You’re alright,” he whispered, embracing them comfortingly. 

Tank squeezed their eyes shut and frowned, pressing their forehead against his shoulder even harder.

Tank wanted to cry. 

They wanted to just cry and let it all out. 

But they couldn’t bring themself to do that in front of David right now.

“I didn’t go after him on my own. I swear to fucking God, I didn’t go after him on my own. I don’t know how but he fucking jumped me and almost drained me and then we were in the middle of the woods in some fucking cabin and then—” Tank tried to explain in desperate rambles. 

“Hey,” David said, shaking his head while slowly pulling them away. He looked them in the eye, making sure to keep them upright and steady as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. 

He had never seen them so… vulnerable. 

Tank had never been the type to show what was truly going on in their head or in their heart. 

They had never been the type to show—what they would call—a moment of weakness. 

Seeing them in such a state almost made him freeze. 

“You’re not in trouble, Tank,” he started, keeping his voice as straight as he could. “I know you didn’t go after him on your own. And even if you had, you still wouldn’t be in trouble. The only thing the pack and I care about is whether or not you’re okay.”

Tank stared back at him with a wide-eyed look for a few beats before slowly nodding their head in response. 

A set of car lights peeked through the blinds of the room, making both of their heads whip toward the window.  

“That should be Ash, Milo, and Sam,” David said, sitting back to give them a little space. 

The sounds of the front door opening, hushed deep voices, and rushed footsteps echoed down the hallway and led right to the bedroom. Sam soon appeared in the doorway in a flash, almost ramming into the doorway as he slid to a halt. His eyes met Tank’s and he let out a heavy sigh of relief before stepping forward and dropping to his knees in front of them. 

David got back up to his feet to make ample space for the two to properly reunite. He made his way back over to the bedroom door, looked back at the pair once more, and then headed out to the living room, where the others were undoubtedly waiting to hear how the young wolf was doing.

“Can I touch, Darlin?” Sam asked as he hastily looked them over. Tears filled their eyes as they nodded their head in response. And the moment his hands gently graced their skin, they lunged forward and fell right into his embrace. Sam held onto them tight, not showing a damn sign of letting go anytime soon. He pulled them close into his chest, cradling his tough wolf. 

“I swear I didn’t go after him, Sam,” Tank sobbed, finally breaking down in their mate’s arms. Hot tears streamed from their eyes and their shoulders shook from the intensity of their sobbing. “I swear I didn’t go after him. I promised that I wouldn’t and I swear I didn’t—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sam interrupted, shaking his head while gently patting their hair down on the back of their head. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t go after him. I know he got the jump on you.”

“I swear I didn’t break my promise,” they whispered, trying to speak coherently with their shaking voice. 

“I know you didn’t, Darlin. I know you didn’t,” he reassured, pulling them in even more. He kissed their forehead and silently looked them over as he gently rocked them back and forth in hopes of soothing them. “Another healer got to you before I could, huh?” he said, smiling a bit while playfully jostling them around.

They smiled as their tears started to slow down. 

They smiled. 

And that was enough to make Sam’s heart melt even more. 

“Mr. Keaton seems to care about you a whole lot. Nearly stared me down when he first opened the door,” he continued to joke, hoping to pull a little more of a smile from them as they started to calm down some more. He could hear their heart slowing down from the rapid pace it had once been set at. 

“He’s protective, is all. It’s been a few years since I’ve really seen him and he’s still the same,” they muttered in response, slumping comfortably against his chest. “But don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he already likes you.”

“Now that’s just the healin’ magic gettin’ to your head,” he said, shaking his own head a bit. 

They let out a light huff of a laugh. 

Their heart had finally calmed down and Sam could tell that they were starting to slow down altogether. Healing magic had always struggled with putting Tank down. They seemed to always fight through the usual drowsy effects that typically came along with healing magic. But Sam could see that they were giving into it for once. He could see that they were accepting the fact that they needed rest and that they needed to—for once in their damn life—sleep and heal.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” they asked, slowly tilting their head up to look at him. 

“Damn right I’ll be here, Darlin,” he said, nodding his head. They tilted their head up and managed to press a gentle kiss to his lips (with the help of him leaning down a bit to not strain their neck). “I’ll be right here.”

“Mkay,” they muttered, nodding their head as their eyes closed. 

Sam didn’t care that they were sitting on the floor in their own little awkward bundle. He could wake up with a crick in his neck or a bad back and he still wouldn’t care. He was just happy to have his dear Darlin in his arms, listening to their heart beating clearly, and their lungs breathing in air. 

Quinn was dead. 

His mate was still breathing. 

And they were okay. 

They were okay. 

#redacted darlin #redacted quinn #redacted gregory keaton #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted angst #redacted asmr #redacted audio #mr. ketaon coming in clutch as that father figure darlin needed <3 #quinn is a dick #but we already knew that

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Sneak Peek of Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #12: Trouble in the City

Korvo and Terry made it home while Korvo tries to pick up the num nums, only for Terry to slap it out of his hands in fear.

Korvo: Terry! The fuck?!

Terry: Korvo! No! Those num nums you ate were tainted with the ooze, remember?

Korvo: But, they’re delicious Terry.

Terry: Well, it’s making you swell up, remember?! And- notices something in Korvo’s mouth Huh? Eeew!

Korvo: slime oozes out from his mouth What?

Terry: Korvo, look!

Terry shoves Korvo towards the mirror as the reflection shows the slime oozing down from Korvo’s mouth and his belly swelling even more as Korvo’s cheek pupils swell up as well as Korvo gasp.

Korvo: Oh no no no no! Terry, what’s happening to me?!

Terry: It was those fucking tainted infected num nums! I told you they were infected but you didn’t fucking listen ugh!

Korvo: How dare you?! Num nums are always a Shlorpian delicacy!

Terry: sniffs Korvo’s breath Ugh! Well, right now it’s making you swell up like a balloon and make your breath smell like ass! We have to figure out who did this to you, and I know where! Earth-4’s Big City!

Korvo: poking his left bloated cheek pupil Huh? The fuck are you talking about?!

Terry: The num nums you bought were made by the Mafia that’s out there. They could be the ones behind all this.

Korvo: Terry, I don’t think this is such a good idea. We can’t barge in and take down an mafia mob!

Terry: I know we can’t! But Qausarblast and Mighton can! Come on, let’s suit up and head to the city.

Korvo and Terry suit up as Qausarblast and Mighton as Korvo continues to swell up a bit before heading on a monorail train with Terry to the big city, where Korvo starts to grow worried about this.

Note: I hope you guys don’t mind some of the slime inflation elements here, because I seen some weight gain and inflation in super hero shows. But, I hope you don’t mind this because the past slime inflation stories I read gave me a great idea about this fanfic. But, I hope you enjoy the Tervo elements too! See ya!

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

maso my love <3

can we get some jay briscoe cnc headcannons?? 🥺

Uh Tahlia, babe…right in my weak spot: Briscoe and CNC 🤤. I gave myself the luxury to add a bit of degradation to the dirty talk because c’mon, it’s Briscoe! As always I let myself go when it comes to this man so it became a drabble *sorry not sorry*. Also not at all edited, because sometimes you must die by your mistakes like a proud woman should 😌.

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The nine letters word was spread around the bedroom, glued into the furniture and walls in bright neon yellow post-it notes. “Nectarine” could be read in the small pieces of paper, and even a few samples of the fruit were tossed around in strategic places by the reach of your hand, in case you couldn’t talk. The peculiar choice for a safeword had been Jay’s idea, since your “stop” was the synonym to “keep going” whenever you played like this. “Nectarines are like the closest thing to a peach. So whenever I’m going extra rough on my little peach” He bit your cheek softly “I wanna make sure that I’m not taking it too far”.

His hands pinned yours down on the bed, you were both fully clothed yet, just testing each other’s limits and will. Your hands fought against his grip, twisting and pulling hard enough for him to understand but not too hard to free yourself completely. Jay’s lips covered your neck, where he sank his teeth on your pulse point, quickly releasing you enough so you could slap his chest and push him away from you. He slapped you back, hitting your cheek with a low growl “I’m going rough on you tonight, my little peach” His hand closed around your neck, not applying any pressure yet.

“And what if I don’t let you?” Your words dared him to do something, so he just added the much needed pressure to the sides of your neck, and as always, it instantly made you wet.

“Then I’ll enjoy it even more” Jay grinned and rubbed his erection against your thigh. The feeling made you bit back a needy moan as he just kept going “I’m gonna fuck you whether you like it or not” He quickly stood up and pulled you further down on the bed by your ankles, dragging your skirt up your legs. Jay closed his fists around the red lace adorning your hips and with a sudden pull, he tore the flimsy piece of fabric and proceeded to place it inside his mouth. Jay moaned at the taste of your wetness that now covered the lace panties, “Taste so fucking good, like a good little slut should” He stated, before spitting the fabric in your face. “Fucking asshole” You spat, making him smirk before slapping your face again “Want me to fuck that tight ass too?” Jay mocked while taking a handful of your hair and tugging at your scalp. He made you get up from the bed until you stood before him “Nah, I don’t think you deserve it. That kind of reward is reserved just for the good fuck toys, not for a sour little bitch like you” Jay’s free hand covered your mouth until he let his middle and ring finger push past your lips, dragging his skin in and out of your lips until you bit down on his digits. “Oh you’ll regret that” He chuckled as you tried to gain some distance from him.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” He pulled you back by your hair before he pushed you face down on the mattress.

“Let me go, you fucking prick!” You tried to scratch his forearms as he grabbed and pinned them down on top of your head, “That’s right, peach. Fight me! Fight me, baby. It just makes me want to fuck you even harder” He whispered in your ear and you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

“As if you have what it takes to fuck me hard, jerk” You rubbed your ass against his groin, making the both of you moan in response.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you, lil peach” Jay slid in your void in one swift motion, your wetness made it incredibly easy for him to bury himself in you without any pain. “I’m gonna make this tight pussy take this dick until you’re begging me to fuck you through the mattress”

“Stop” You gasped, when he somehow managed to go even further “Shit, shit, shit. Oh fuck, stop” Your hands closed around the bedsheet, while you looked up at Jay with semi hooded eyes “Baby, please”.

“That’s what I like to hear” Jay grabbed your hips, gluing your ass to his pelvic bone “Shit, I barely even started and you’re already begging?” He bit your jawline and your cheek until your walls clenched around him.

“Shut up, fucker” You groaned, before pulling one of his hands away from your hip to place it around your throat.

Jay smirked and pressed his free hand against your tailbone, successfully keeping you pinned down to the mattress. He quickly thrusted in and out of you for a couple of minutes until he suddenly stopped “Wanna try that again, slut?”

“Please keep going, sir. Your cock feels incredible inside me” You panted heavily

“That’s more like it!” Jay kissed your temple before he aimed your head towards the mirror, where a post-it note was glued to it “Keep your eyes there, peach. In case you get too dumbfucked” His deep green eyes met yours in the mirror as a wicked grin took over his lips “We don’t want you to forget your special word now, do we?”

#jay briscoe fanfiction #jay briscoe x reader #jay briscoe imagine #jay briscoe #the briscoes #briscoe brothers #roh fanfiction #roh imagine #masochist writes

[shotos-angelic-whore]

When I Needed You Most (9) k. bakugo

warnings: swearing, author included in story, not much of [y/n] tbh (I don’t think she’s in this chapter at all🫢), domestic abuse mentions, mention of rape, mention of teenage pregnancy

notes: the thing that happened with my dad is kinda true. He did take his own life back in February.

“This outa be fun,” Bakugo chuckles as Nicole stands up and wipes under her eyes, exiting the room not long later.

“Hey,” Bakugo follows behind her, closing his door. When she doesn’t answer, he speeds up and calls her name. “Nicole!” He stops her at the elevator.

“Katsuki, move out of my way.” she demands.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he questions her, blocking the elevator.

“No, I’m not sure; but I have to try.” she admits. “Now move.”

He moves aside with a sigh and enters the elevator with her, pressing the button for the main floor. He watches her as the elevator doors close and it starts its way down.

“Katsuki,” she says, her eyes not leaving the closed doors.

“Hm,” he hums in response.

“If he says anything to set me off, hold me back.” she says just as the doors open. “Promise?” she looks at him.

“Promise.” he nods.

Nicole exits the elevator, Bakugo following suit.

“Oh! Hey, Kacchan! Hey, Nicole! We were beginning to think you weren’t coming! This is-”

“Adriex Knowhow,” Nicole says with anger, approaching the ginger.

“Hey, baby,” he meets her halfway.

“Don’t call me that,” she scoffs.

“Awe, why not? You never broke up with me, you just … vanished.” he makes a ‘poof’ sound.

“Anyone with common sense would know that as getting dumped.” she remarks.

“We break up when I say we do,” he grabs her arm, and scowls in her ear.

“Actually,” —she shoves him off her— “we were done two years ago. After you … did what you did.” she hesitates.

“What?” he laughs angrily. “When I gave you what you deserved?!”

“No one deserves to be raped!” she screams, gaining the attention of the rest of the room.

“For the last time: I never raped you!” He screams back.

“Are you shitting me?!” she pulls at her hair. “I have the scars and two year old to prove it!”

Everyone in the room gasps.

While Nicole goes off on Adriex, Midoriya and Todoroki get Aizawa to call the authorities.

“How dare you?! How fucking dare you enroll at my new school, find me after two fucking years of me running!”

“Well I’m sick of running from you Adriex! I will run no more! You hurt me in ways I cannot begin to explain! You want to know why I won’t let you near my dau-”

“Our daug-”

“MY daughter? I don’t let you near her because how can I be sure you won’t do to her what you did to me?”

“And what exactly is that, huh?” he walks closer to her, talking down to her. “I thought you lessons. I thought you the proper way to treat your boyfriend!” he screams in her face, raising his hand and causing her to close her eyes and await the familiar stinging pain of his harsh hand against her cheek. But the feeling never comes.

“Oi, that’s enough!” She opens her eyes to see Bakugo holding Adriex’s wrist, keeping him from laying a hand on her. Bakugo shoves Adriex away from Nicole.

“Oh, so you got the angry Pomeranian on your side,” Adriex makes a pouty face.

“Not just him,” says Todoroki.

“This class is a family,” says Midoriya.

“You fuck with one of us…”

“You fuck with all of us,” Kaminari finishes Kirishima’s statement, cracking his knuckles.

“I can’t expel all of you, so have at it,” Aizawa waves them off.

“No,” says Nicole. “That’ll be giving him what he wants.”

She stares intently at him, her eyes glowing the color pink.

~Admit everything you done to me out loud.

She says in his mind.

Shinso picked up on what she was doing, and walked up to Adriex.

“Hi, Adriex, or should I say: Adri-ass?”

“Hells nah!” Adriex was now under the control of Shinso.

“Admit what you did to her and then sit and wait to be arrested.” he commands as the police come through the doors.

“I raped Nicole Aikia, got her pregnant, and then proceeded to force her father to kill himself.”

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” Nicole starts to charge, but is held back by Bakugo. “No!!” she sobs.

“Get her out of here,” Todoroki mumbles to Bakugo as the police officers arrest Adriex, just as Shinso releases him from his control.

Bakugo leads Nicole to the elevator and to her room, her sobbing into his shoulder the entire time.

Once in her room, he closes the door with his foot, falling to his knees with her in the center of the room.

───✧❅✦❅✧───

An hour passes, Nicole now asleep against Bakugo’s chest. He lifts her up and places her under her duvet, tucking her in and pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear before turning around to head to his dorm. But before he can even leave her bed, she grabs his hand gently.

He couldn’t help but melt at her touch. “Stay,” she mumbles.

He doesn’t even hesitate to slide out of his slippers, and climb in bed with her, pulling her into his chest and playing with her hair.

All he wanted was to talk to her about the feelings he was developing for her, now he’s certain he feels something for her. He can’t place his finger on what, or why he’s been drawn to her. But he’d be damned if he doesn’t find out.

© nic berns

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