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deadghosy · 2 months
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“Why did you kiss me?”
“Because, you’re the only one who stayed with me.”
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X GN! READER
FLUFF❤️/ SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE/ BAD GRAMMAR
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YOU WOKE UP in bed with Lucifer as you found the king of hell holding you close to his body as soft breathing was heard of the sleeping king. You stretched a little not wake up Lucifer as he mumbles in his sleep, “stay…with me…I need you…” the mumbles were cute as you smile at him softly.
You turn into a black vapor over to the side of the bed to stretch your wings and body. You are still pretty much tired but you have to go meet Charlie since you told her you would be there quick. You walk to the bathroom to get out of this cute cunty vibe robe without knowing that Lucifer woke up not feeling your body.
Lucifer touched the spot you were only to have tears in his eyes.
Did he dream of you being by him?
if so what was the dream so long. He misses you already like an abandoned puppy. He didn’t know if it was real or not as he lays on his stomach facing nothing, only the headboard of this bed you slept on with him. He wipes his eyes as he looked at his hand, his eyes widen to have seen the duck ring.
So it was real…
He was stock to say that you actually did stay with him that day as he blushes kissing the ring. He’s hate to admit it, but this could be the wedding ring of both of you and him if he decides to have balls and ask you. His thoughts stop as he hears the bathroom door open to see you exiting wearing his color scheme on an outfit that was quite formal.
“Good morning Luci.” You said with a smile as your voice was like honey to him and he was the bear. He loved your voice even if you didn’t think your voice was special. He smiled at you as he walks over and hugs you, nuzzling his apple like scent all over you as you just smile patting his back.
“Good morning my angel!” He said as he lifts you up with ease as you grip his shoulders. You were shocked to say that Lucifer never did this to you before. But he must be in a good mood to have done this. You just smile at him as he Carries you to the kitchen with a soft hum. As he hums you smile just getting use to his presence as it been so long you two masked in each other. He sits you down on one of the dining chairs as he goes to make pancakes.
You remember how he use to make pancakes with Charlie and you. It was such a lovable memory in your head as you check your phone to see Angel dust worried about you with 16 messages and 20 missed calls. Charlie called you 1 time and left 27 messages. Alastor left you 1 message as vaggie has send you 12 messages. Man your friends had missed you.
Lucifer broke your train of thought with his famous pancakes as he smiles that toothy charming smile everyone knows and love. He kisses your forehead showing you this new affection that was brought upon the two of you last night.
You both ate in comfortable peace as you two share a piece of bacon and just chatter about today and what will tomorrow bring. You could’ve sworn he kept staring at your neck as you just glanced away from him awkwardly as you look at you watch.
“Ah man..I gotta do Lu.” You said as you got up. Lucifer also got up in a hurry thinking of how to keep you here longer. But he knew he couldn’t as his daughter depends on you too…so it sucks as he nods with a frown. He goes over to you and smiles, “okay. Just be safe on the way out.”
You chuckled at that as you just nod and hold his arm, he looks at his arm as he kisses your hand up and then he kisses you on your lips. Making you surprised, your eyes widened but soon fell into the kiss as he puts his hands on your waist and you put your arms around his neck with a flustered face. He lifted you as you wrap your legs around his waist as he leaves your mouth and go down to your neck, nibbling and biting as he licks your neck up and down.
He couldn’t help himself but feel to claim you somehow as he places you on the dinning table of the kitchen. He kept biting as you wince gripping his shoulder. He bit you so hard you bleed without noticing, but he notice. He licked your neck, cleaning of the blood as he slightly whimpers looking up at you with his demonic red eyes.
“Did a kiss really get him that excited?” You thought as you lift his chin only for him to purr and move closer to kiss you more to the point you both won’t take it.
But you still had to help Charlie, so you push Lucifer’s head away with a smile. “Ah ah, can’t do that sir. I have to do tend to your daughter now. I’ll be back soon Lu-Lu.” With a final kiss to his eye with he whimpered rubbing his face on your neck. You got off the table dusting yourself and wiping the left over saliva from Lucifer on your neck. “Love you.” You said as you left the palace.
Lucifer stands there alone with his demon tail wagging with a derpy smile as he just excitedly.
“YES! THEY SAY THEY LOVE ME!! THEY’RE FINALLY MINE! TAKE THAT DEPRESSION!”
TIME AS PASSED as you check your phone to see love messages with hearts on them from Lucifer. This man is certainly high off your kisses from earlier as he is literally kicking his feet on his bed thinking of you. But you wanted to say something about the kiss so you started to text him.
Lucifer saw your text bubble as he brought his phone close to his face with a wide smile to see your text. This boy is whipped badly as he smiles waiting.
“Why did you kiss me?” You had asked over text as Lucifer stops smiling thinking of the most realistic answer ever as he nods and texted you back with a smug face.
“Because, you’re the only one who stayed with me.” He texted back with a flushed expression.
After that, you two started to text everyday. Sending love messages and everything to check up one and another.
Lucifer was finally happy.
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twis-world · 29 days
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The Remedy That Is You
Mentions: Fluff, Riddle-Centric, Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader
No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 360 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.
It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.
Just how did you do it?
Riddle
“You imbecile!” Riddle’s voice boomed, echoing all throughout Heartslabyul. Fear set into all who heard it, a chain reaction flowing through their bodies as their hearts beat quicker, palms growing clammy in a cold sweat. No matter how many times their beloved Housewarden proved that he had changed, that he was no longer the cruel tyrant they all once feared, it did not stop the utter terror that ran through them when they did succeed in trying his patience.
Especially when it concerned the prized animals they cared for.
“Have I not made it clear several times that you are not to directly hit the hedgehogs?” Riddle continued to scream, face flaming red as he cradled the delicate creature in his arms. Whether or not the poor thing was shaking of its own account or fear of the one holding it was to be determined, but it mattered not with all eyes on the beholder. “Are you so dense that you cannot remember something as simple as that?”
“Housewarden Riddle,” the victim stuttered. It was a first-year clearly, face deathly pale and looking as if his soul would leave his body any moment in a fit of desperation. Anything to get away from such a ghastly scenario. “I-I…I swear it was a-a-an accident-”
“How do you accidentally do such a thing?” Riddle snapped back, nearly frothing at the mouth as he marched forward into the other’s space. The surrounding students gasped, taking a step back in turn and preparing for the inevitable as his hand noticeably itched for his pen. The first-year clearly noticed as well, eyes bulging and feet shifting in preparation to run if need be. “Even so, there is no room for such impertinence. Why, I should have your head for that!”
“Riddle?”
The effect was almost instant.
The speed at which the male stepped back was almost inhuman, head snapping back so quickly a few flinched at the thought of such inevitable whiplash. The snarl on his lips dropped, not taking on a smile but smoothing out the lines his earlier scowl created. In fact, the only evidence of his incredible fury from but a moment ago was the ever present brightness of his face, taking its time in ever so slowly draining away.
Then, they saw it.
The moment you managed to break through the crowd, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape as you surveyed the situation, the sharpness in his gaze disappeared. It was almost comical how instantly his pupils blew, nearly overtaking the storm in his eyes. Some swore that if it were possible hearts would most definitely be shining from his orbs, beating in tune with the one confined by his mortal body yet still promised to you.
Great Seven, the way he greeted you as well. It nearly ached how tenderly a soft ‘My Rose’ escaped from his lips, and it was then they all knew that in his mind the rest of the world faded away until all that lay within it was you.
“Ace nearly gave me a heart attack when he blew up my phone, spewing nonsense of a bomb about to blow the whole of the dorm,” you gently teased, stepping towards him with such ease despite the still shaking of Riddle’s body. Yet, as you placed a delicate hand on his arm, the tremors all but disappeared. “Guess he wasn’t that far off for once.”
The red fury on his face was now one of shame and embarrassment, tucking his head down and staring as he gently calmed the still shaking hedgehog. “He exaggerates…” he nearly mumbled, refusing to look up at the gentle smile you were giving him. 
You stared at him with the same fondness he just had moments ago, thumb softly rubbing against his arm. Words could not explain the relief they all felt when you looked up at them all and nodded your head back to the main dorm building, silently giving them permission to finally escape.
At the sound of their retreat Riddle’s head shot up, confusion evident. “Who gave you all permission to leave?” he called out, stepping out of your grasp and staring at their retreating backs. If his hands weren’t occupied you were sure he would be waving them in a blind fury. “Come back! You have yet to-”
“Riddle,” you interrupted, cupping his face in your hands and turning his gaze to you instead. It was a miracle that he had yet to pass out, blood still continuously rushing to his face as he had no choice but to lock eyes with you. Fingertips caressed under his eyes, exaggerated breathing from you goading him to follow with, not once turning away. Not daring to escape the land you’ve trapped him in.
He didn’t know how much time passed, just the two of you standing there and the animal in his arms long since passed out, nor did he care. Just your touch alone was enough to soothe his soul, your gaze and sweet words were simply a bonus that he thought himself unworthy of, yet here he was.
“There we go,” you cooed, dropping your hands but not once breaking contact from his face. Down his cheeks that you held for a moment, nails barely scraping down his neck in tune with the pleasant shiver it sent down his spine, dancing across his shoulders and tickling his waist before coming to a stop there. “Why don’t we sit and enjoy some tea to help calm you down more, hm?”
“It’s not yet past the lunch hour,” he responded, yet almost drunkenly. “Rule 148 states-” The small burst of laughter that left you was enough to shut him up, watching as your head tilted back and shined even brighter than the sun that warmed you both. He decided that he really didn’t want you to stop anytime soon. “Though…though I suppose I could make an exception…”
A few more chuckles rang, and you gave him another playful smile along with a gentle squeeze. “How kind.”
Yes, yes you really were quite magical.
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quinn-fucks-shit-up · 2 years
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apparently, thinking that all emotions aren't inherently good or bad, but neutral might be a somewhat controversial take, so I'm gonna explain it because that is what I do
this whole conversation came about because I was telling someone that you don't need to forgive people to be whole, that the phrase 'holding on to anger', like it's a burden, is as ridiculous as saying 'holding on to affection', these are just feelings you have towards someone or something, they don't take up space in your mind, they're feelings
thus, forgiving someone is something that is not needed in any way, just like you don't need to stop liking a certain person after a certain amount of time, it's bs, just because it's seen as a negative emotion that you should be ashamed and guilty about
there's the other thing, you do not need to feel guilty for being angry with someone and staying angry with someone, righteous anger does exist and not letting people get away with things is objectively a correct thing to do. don't forgive people because you feel guilty for being angry
back to my original point, being angry is not a negative thing, it's needed a lot of time and is extremely good at preventing further strife, get angry, get mad, life is unfair and some people need to be shouted at and told off for them to get that. being sad is also not necessarily bad, it's cathartic, better certainly than feeling numb
by this branch of logic happiness and love aren't all that positive either, happiness can cause neglect, if you're in a state of blissful ignorance how are you gonna help anyone, including yourself, plus a lack of seriousness can be detrimental to many relationships, there are times when joviality is nowhere near what is needed. love can be extremely toxic as well, I'm sure someone else can explain this bit better than I, but obsession falls under the category of love most times and that can just go so horribly wrong many situations
so yes, I would say all emotions are inherently neutral and have their purposes to help keep people stable
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charlottesuzee · 1 year
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Telling Him "Wake Up, My Boyfriend's Here !" (One Piece Men x GN!Black Reader)
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Monkey D Luffy
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- "Ay, Luffy, wake up, you gotta go !"
- "Wha... Why ?"
- "You gotta leave the room, my boyfriend's here ! He'll kill you if he sees you !"
- "Let him come, I'll kick his ass !"
- And he really gets up, ready to fight someone before he finally connects the dots
- "Wait a minute... I'm your boyfriend ! .... I am your boyfriend... right ?"
Roronoa Zoro
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- It takes a minute to wake him up
- "Zoro,I'm serious, wake up, you gotta go."
- "What the fuck are you talking about ?"
- "My boyfriend is coming, he'll kick your ass if he catches another man in our bed, you have to go !"
- Will deadass, get up, half asleep and start putting his clothes on before he finally puts the pieces together.
- "Oh, fuck you, you ruined my nap !"
Blackleg Sanji
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- "Sanji, you have to leave !"
- "Huh, why, what's wrong ?!?"
- Because you woke him up with such urgency, he shoots up, looking for danger
- "My boyfriend will literally kill me if he sees another man in our bed, you have to go !"
- "I'll be damned if a man lays his hands on you let me-!" He then pauses. "Sweetness... I'm your boyfriend." He then starts sobbing "I am your boyfriend, right ?!? You haven't been using me to two time with someone else right ?!?"
- You'll have to comfort him as punishment for your mean prank.
Charlotte Katakuri
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- Will deadass sit up from his slumber and look at you before you do it
- "Don't even think about it. Go back to bed." He says before going back to sleep, causing you to pout, because you didn't even get to say anything yet.
- It's hard to pull pranks on a boyfriend that can see into the future, even in his sleep.
Eustass Kid
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- "Kid, wake up, my boyfriends is here, you have to go !"
- "Let him come, I'll kill him" He doesn't even process what you said, he just yawns, rolls over and goes back to sleep as if he didn't even hear anything. It's hard to get Kid to wake up from a slumber.
Killer
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- "Kill, wake up !"
- "Huh ? Wass wrong ?" His speech is a little slurred when waking up
- "My boyfriend is coming, you have to leave !"
- Will just stare at you for the longest amount of time, there's a flaw in your sentence but his sleepy brain can't process it fast enough to figure it out, until he does.
"You fuckin play too much, do that shit again and I'm kicking you out of our bed." And will roll back over and go back to sleep without another word.
- He's still mad about it after he wakes up and gives you the silent treatment for about an hour.
Law
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- "Law, wake up !"
- "You better have a good reason for waking me up or I swear to God-"
- "This is a good reason, my boyfriend is coming down the hall, you have to go before he catches us !"
- Law's still pretty sharp, even when he's half asleep, so he immediately catches the flaw in your sentence. He will give you the "bitch really ?" look, before using his devil fruit to transport you out of the bed and outside of your room, before locking the door on you.
- He's that petty about losing what little sleep he gets.
- "Law, let me in ! I'm sorry ! I won't do it again !"
- "I'll open the door when I wake up from my nap ! That'll teach you not to be a dumbass !" And will use his devil fruit to created a barrier around himself to drown out your knocking and yelling, going back to sleep, hugging your pillow close to him.
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herecomethatboi · 8 months
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Dbd killers X gn!Reader
Tiktok on my foryou really fueled my writer-self and i'm not even sorry.
"Killer chases MC. MC gets cornered or sumthin and as the killer catches up, MC grabs him by his shirt/jacket/hoodie/thing, slams him into the wall behind him, tears his mask down and kisses him while leaning their full body weight on the killer.
Killer is like 🧍‍♂️
While MC just 🏃 to the hatch/gate."
Enjoy this silly thing and ignore any mistake I might made. English isn't my first language lol
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Ghostface:
You were the only one left. Meg was moried for looping Ghostface for too long and it pissed the killer off. Steve sacrificed himself to save you, since he was already injured and pushed you to run away while he got the killer's attention. Élodie finished the third generator before getting caught, and at that moment the only other survivour was you, who was getting chased by the Ghostface.
You got injured, but got away quick enough to heal yourself, hearing the entity finishing off poor Élodie on the other side of the map. You felt bad, since you could've saved her if it weren't for the killer lurking around the corner of the police station.
You huffed as you finished bandaging your arm and slowly started walking down the dark hallway, not making any sound in case Ghostface was near.
But luck wasn't on your side of course, since he appeared out of nowhere in front of you from the other room and you, by sheer luck got ahold of his shoulders and slammed him against the wall next to you, pinning him there.
You were shocked, as well as him, but to confuse him even further, you pulled his mask up to his nose and kissed him, while putting your whole body weight on him.
He dropped his knife in shock and just stood there, frozen in place. He didn't have enough time to react properly.
The kiss ended a few seconds later and you were gone, running down the hallway, to the main entrance, luckily finding the hatch there, making your escape easier than you thought ever was possible.
Even when you got back you brushed your fingertips against your lips, remembering Ghostface's taste. It was sweet and had an undertone of smoke. He's a smoker, but loves sweets, especially caramel.
The next time you met him, let it be trial or not, he gave you the same treatment, making the kiss last longer with lingering touches of his fingertips brushing down your spine, holding your face and touching your hips.
What was between the two of you was never talked about, but it was obvious for anyone that it was more than a game of cat and mouse.
The Legion, Frank:
One of the gate was already open, Yoichi got injured, but escaped.
Yui out ran the killer and got out as well and Feng was sacrificed already. Poor girl was trying to heal herself, since she had a medkit but made the mistake of making a noise, which alerted the killer.
That left you running from the Legion, trying desperately to get to the gate or at least find the hatch.
Another ding rang around the whole map, signalling the timer going even lower now and that the enitity is waiting to strike you and punish you for not escaping.
You felt it only once, but it was enough to not want to go through it again.
You jumped through a window, falling down from the second floor, making your landing more painful and slowing you down for a few second, which gave enough time for the Legion to catch up.
He walked toward you with such a cocky confidence that it irritated you. But, you got an idea, which made you seem scared, but actually tensing your muscles to get ready and wait for him to get close enough.
When he did, you grabbed him by the front if his hoodie and slammed him against the hay behind him, making him grunt in surprise.
You yanked his mask down from his face, not even giving him a moment to realize what was going on and you kissed him with so much force his knees buckled, you grip on him the only thing keeping him from falling on the ground.
You heared a whimper from him, but you were too focussed to truely do anything about it, or really realize what he just did.
You heard his weapon slip from his hand and that was the moment you pulled away and ran to the gate that was just a few metres away.
You made it out right before the timer went off, leaving Frank alone while he slowly slid down to sit on the ground and stare before himself in shock while panting and blinking like an idiot.
After he caught up about the whole situation, he had a little grin on his face and touched his lips, still tasting you on them.
He decided to wait for the next time he sees you again to give you a rougher treatment, as a thanks for making him realize something about himself.
Even if that something was a thing he swore he hated. Getting himself slammed against something solid was a new and exciting thing he wanted to explore with only you.
Michael Myers:
The two of you were staring at each other. Neither of you moving an inch, while making sure to note any tiny movement the other was making.
The others were dead already, only three gens done, which was a miracle when the trial was with Michael. With him, every single time only one gen was done, he somehow alway knew where everyone was and what they were doing. He finished everyone off with such quickness that even the Entity couldn't influence his perfect efficency.
Until today.
He was angry, it was obvious from the louder-than-usual huffs he was letting out, his shoulders more tense, his grip on his knife made his knuckles even whiter than his already pale skin was.
Something happened to him and you were the last one left, which meant torture until he was satisfied, not letting the Entity interviene.
Not like she ever did, but that's besides the point.
You held your flashlight, breathing as slowly as you could to try and react in time to at least give the impression that you were trying to run away.
You took a step behind you, there was a window, but even if you could just jump out, he would catch up and most likely make you suffering even more painful.
But you had an idea that Feng talked about jokingly. That is a video she saw where there was a girl running from a killer in a haunted house. But she turned around and slammed the masked killer against the wall, pulled his mask up and kissed him. Which made the killer stunned enough for her to run away.
You knew the element of surprise was everything, but Michael was stronger than a normal human, even stronger in trial. But you had to give it a try, for your escape at least or to gain time to locate the hatch.
You moved fast, jumped out quickly and dropped down, making you grunt but step away, seeing the killer climb out and drop down next to you.
You grabbed the giant man by his arms and with your full body weight, you slammed him against the wall behind him, his knees were bent, which gave you enough room to quickly as you could, pull his mask up and slam your lips against his.
Michael tensed up, his right arm shook with the amount of force be was gripping the knife, but he didn't move.
He was like a statue, too still to be human, but the surprise was enough for you to push him to the wall while you pulled away and ran as fast as you could.
You found the hatch without meeting him again.
You were the first person ever to escape the Shape.
Surprising everyone, being asked questions about the "how" and "why". You didn't explain, you couldn't.
And after that, whenever you had a trial with the Shape, you never saw him, but felt his gaze on you and you were always let go.
Why?...You never really got an answer, but on one part you were glad, and on the other you were embarrassed, since you knew exactly why he never approached you again.
What you didn't know is you became more of an obsession to him than Laurie, but a different kind.
A more possessive and dangerous kind.
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klemen-tine · 2 months
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Glass Bones and Paper Skin
Platonic! Bruce x Model! GN! Reader
More Platonic Bruce x Reader than Batfam, but they are mentioned and will have a bigger role in the future.
Trigger Warnings: Hint at suicide, Body Issues, Eating problems (not a disorder), Child Neglect
Just a reminder for everyone, your bodies are perfect and beautiful! Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.
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Blinding lights and hundreds of eyes are enough to thwart people from the runway. It makes people stumble, trip, or even run from it. Their mind focuses on if they mess up, the world will see. Their managers, agencies, everyone will forever refer to it when they ask them to walk for them again. 
They focus on their walk, the way the clothing either hugs or drapes off their bodies, how the shoes don’t fit, the way their hair is styled, and how the makeup can burn. They try not to focus on how their stomachs ache, how the heels cut into the thin skin on their feet, and that everyone in this room that is dressed and prepped, are equally or more or less beautiful than them. 
Y/N L/N seemed to be the topic of conversation at all of these events. A newer runway model who has been eating it up. From their first runway debut to this one, they have always left people in awe and dropping to their knees for more. It is hard to believe that they are only 18. Y/N has been a photoshoot model since 15, but on their birthday when they turned 18, they finally agreed to their agency’s desire to make them take on the runway. 
It was the best choice for their career. Y/N’s manager was the daughter of their mother’s manager, back when she was alive and used to do modeling. Her manager threw her own daughter at Y/N, and stated that they were the best people to work with because they know Y/N. Whether Y/N was cursed or not –they have yet to figure that out– has nearly the same exact features as their mother and the same ‘air.’ One that demanded everyone to pay attention to them, and is a natural for posing and had a natural strut. 
They’ve been right, and Y/N doesn’t know if it is because of them that they all made it this far. They knew what looked best on Y/N and what wouldn’t work. They knew which designers would adore them and which designers wouldn’t fit. 
Those who know Y/N though understand that the ‘air’ was only on the runways and photoshoots. Y/N is actually a very demure person, while not a wallflower, they were someone who could blend in the crowd. 
Alfred once told them that every country should be grateful to not have Y/N working against them, because Y/N can just disappear. 
“Y/N, are you ready?” They smiled at their fellow models, slipping into the person of Y/N L/N, child of M/N L/N and Bruce Wayne, and nodding, “Of course. When am I not?” 
Cheryl whistled, a fellow model that has been Y/N’s mentor in some way, walking around Y/N and smiling, “Designers sure know how to dress you up. I think almost every runway walk has had your hips on display” Y/N chuckled at her, “It’s because of these hips dips. You can probably drink soup out of them.” 
“If it was ice cream I’d be down, but not soup.” Jon was another model who has been in the scene for a long time. He was a handsome man with a diamond face. 
“Models get ready.” A shuffling of feet and high heels clip clopping sounded in the backstage, and Y/N took their place in front of everyone. They will be the one opening the show today, an honor that the 18-year-old took gratefully. 
Opening a show was a big deal, setting the tone for the show in general and also the tempo. Y/N took a deep breath, and at the cue, their mind went blank as they began walking. Their eyes focused on the end camera, and the walk on beat to the music. Once at the end, they looked directly into the camera and struck a pose. Highlighting the slit hips and underboob design, showing off the almost sheer fabric that had the slightest hint of shimmer in them. A statement piece. 
Turning around they walked back to where they emerged from, making sure they kept their face in control for the last camera. However, a sight at the corner of their eye momentarily broke them out of their blank space. Five familiar people that should not be here. Sitting in the front row, wearing nice tuxedos, and almost making Y/N stumble. 
Almost. Controlling their features, Y/N returned their focus to the camera and disappeared in the entrance they emerged from. Smiling at all the 'congratulations’ ‘you looked great,’ ‘you look beautiful,’ they went back to their manager, Maya, and whispered, “I need you to confirm five people in the front row on the left side. They are four chairs down from the camera.”
Maya nodded, scurrying away and without a doubt checking it out. Y/N could feel the curiosity and dread build in their stomach. If they are who Y/N thinks they are, then the after party is going to be interesting. 
“What’s wrong?” Jon wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder, bringing Y/N out their thoughts, “Nothing really. Just thought I saw some familiar faces.” Jon made a weird face, but dropped the issue when another model, Logan, strolled on over. 
“Did you see them?” 
“See who?” 
“The Wayne family! They are in the front row!” Y/N closed their eyes in misery and a headache began forming. They saw Maya running back, her face pale and a large frown on her face. Jon glanced at Y/N, taking in the annoyed expression and scrunched nose, “Hmm, no I didn’t. I was too focused on looking at the camera, Logan.” She rolled her eyes, “Oh, it was only a second.”
Jon and Y/N gave each other a dry look, remembering the last time Logan had said that and somehow the camera managed to snap a photo when she was oggling at someone. Y/N shook their head, “I momentarily saw them, but I didn’t think it was them. Do you think I can get the oldest son’s number?” 
‘You’re not his type.’  Y/N thought but didn’t say, shrugging and smiling in amusement, “Logan, what would your girlfriend say?” The model stuck her tongue, “She’d ask to join.” Before Logan could say anything else, Cheryl waltzed over, “Stop being inappropriate, there’s a kid present.” 
“Hey!�� 
“Sorry, if you can’t drink yet you can’t have this conversation.” Y/N made a face, “That’s the stupidest sense of logic I have ever heard.” Everyone laughed at them, clapping Y/N’s shoulders and helping each other fix their wardrobes. Some stylists came over to fix their makeup and hair just in case. Everyone was getting ready for the last walkthrough, and honestly, Y/N was dreading it. 
As the front runner of it all, Y/N’s face will be seen by the now confirmed Wayne family and Y/N isn’t confident in themselves enough to not make a face. 
The show will be closing soon and then there is the afterparty that all models are expected to attend. It's a networking place, where other designers, brand ambassadors, and just people who are rich enough to get a ticket can talk to the models and try and recruit them. Its a place and time to mingle for those who have an open schedule and unfortunately, Y/N has an open fucking schedule. 
This was their last show in Paris, and then they have one destination and then it will be done. Runway season will be officially over and then it will be smaller gigs and back to the every now and then runway. 
“Models get ready!” Y/N took a deep breath and fixed their face, eyes forward and chin up. 
‘I’ll call Alfred when I get home.’ 
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‘I want to go home.’ Y/N nursed the drink in the flute, filled with sparkling cider instead of champagne. They stood off to the side, changed out of the clothes they wore on the runway, and instead in a deep-v top and leather pants. Still dressed to impress, but at the moment they just wanted to curl up and go away. Y/N’s hotel room has a bathtub in it and Y/N really wants to just sit down in hot water and relax. 
Y/N was constantly scanning the crowd, moving further against the wall whenever they saw black hair and blue eyes. 
Maya said one more hour, then it will be acceptable to leave. She was doing all  the talking and networking for Y/N, trusting that when it came to meet the designers Y/N will charm them enough to want to have them keep coming back. Sighing once more, Y/N took a longer sip and wished to be home. 
Something moved the hair near their ear, and Y/N almost threw their glass at whoever it was until they caught sight of blue eyes and black hair, staring at and analyzing them. 
“Tim…” 
“Hello, Y/N.” Y/N gave a practiced and polite smile, “Odd to see you here.” Tim shrugged, “Seeing that the designer is friends with Bruce, and told us of your show and that you will be leading the walk, of course we had to come.” Y/N nodded, “In Paris?” 
“Where else? You’re next one is in New York right?” Y/N gave a polite chuckle, “Since when did you pay attention to fashion week?” Tim took a sip of champagne, “Since my younger sibling decided to run off and become a model.” 
Y/N took a sip of the sparkling cider, not missing the way Tim was eyeing them with interest and curiosity. They smiled against the rim of the flute, “ ‘Run off’ huh. I don’t think those are the words I would use. I never hid it and I didn’t pack my bags in the middle of the night and sneak through a window.” Y/N set the empty flute down, still smiling politely at Tim who was still watching them, “I simply walked out the front door and no one stopped me.” 
“Y/N–” 
“Y/N! There you are!” A tall woman, hair dyed a shade-off from white gray and wearing the crispest red suit, strolled over. Y/N gave a larger smile, opening their arms and welcoming the hug, “Ms. Gabbana, you look lovely as always.” The woman laughed, “That’s the botox. Anyways, you looked so amazing opening the show!” 
Tim was quickly forgotten as Francesca Gabbana, an Italian high-end fashion designer and luxury brand owner, chatted away with Y/N. Her presence called forth other designers and models and soon enough, Y/N was entrapped in a small group talking about the next runway show next week. 
They talked about the dreaded flight to New York, and where they will be staying. It will be Francesca’s show next week, along with some other high end designers. Francesca seemed particularly excited for Y/N’s, and when Y/N first saw the design, they had to hold back the shivers.
“Right, Y/N you’re from Gotham aren’t you? Will you be visiting your family?” With the attention all on Y/N, they smiled tightly and shrugged, “We’ll see. They are always so busy so I think it's best if I don-” 
“I hope Y/N visits, it’s been a while since we last saw each other.” A large hand clapped Y/N’s shoulder, and from the facial expression everyone was making, Y/N knows who it was. Peeking up through their lashes, Y/N could see Bruce’s smile on his still handsome face. 
Cheryl was the first to recover, her eyes narrowing slightly, “How… how do you know each other?” Y/N glanced at Bruce, who right now is Brucie, and before he could say anything Bruce gasped, “Y/N, you haven’t said anything?” The young adult shrugged, “It never came up. Bruce Wayne is my father.”
The room erupted, and Y/N actually wanted to go die in a hole. What proceeded afterwards was the most intense questioning for the next two hours. 
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“Bruce, why are you here?” Y/N asked over dinner. He tossed the crouton around in his salad, waiting for his father’s response. They have never had a 1 on 1 meal together. It was alway family meals, and even then Y/N rarely showed up for those. There was no need too. They never noticed when Y/N was there or not. 
The Billionaire playboy shrugged, “Is it wrong to see my child open a highly sought after show?” Y/N chuckled, “No, but you have never shown any interest in this before.” Y/N never hid his modeling gigs. Often using the family weight room to keep in shape and also turned one of the unused offices into a strut practice room when Y/N lived in the manor. Hours and the amount of money spent to ensure their skin was perfect and their hair was nice, and that they looked beautiful. 
Y/N never hid their modeling job, even as a teen, and yet the only one who seemed to notice was Alfred. 
“You never said anything.” 
“I didn’t think I had too.” Y/N can recall trying to show Bruce, Dick, Jason, anyone that would bother to look, a photo of them making it onto Vogue. Not the cover, not yet, but as a newer model within the prestigious magazine. They made it at 16. 16, and only modeling for a year! Francessca had them in a piece that was first page worthy, and it fit Y/N like it was meant for them. 
Alfred was the only person to look at the magazine Y/N held open with their trembling hands, and ruffle their hair and congratulate them. 
“You didn’t even tell Alfred where you are living.” No, because Y/N doesn’t want Alfred showing up unexpectedly and seeing the almost empty fridge. The thought of the older man’s disappointed look and inquisitive questions would have Y/N breaking down crying. 
“Hmmm, I’m always moving around so I didn’t want him showing up when I am not there.” Bruce nodded, taking a bite of his lobster, and watching Y/N take a small bite of the salad. Y/N swallowed with great difficulty, “Bruce-” 
“Since when does a child call their parents by their first name?” Y/N sucked their teeth, “The only one who calls you ‘father’ is Damian.” 
“You used to.” Y/N shrugged, “You never seemed comfortable with me calling you that.” Bruce rarely answered when Y/N called him ‘dad’ or ‘father,’ and yet he alway responded when someone else called for him.  Y/N would watch from afar as Bruce came running to them in need, but when Y/N needed help they had to figure it out on their own. 
At some point Y/N stopped calling for Bruce entirely, running and calling only to Alfred.
Y/N is not mad about it. They never were. Dull E/C eyes accepted it and pushed forward, watching the explosive fights, the angry words, and the silent apologies. Alfred’s words affirming that they all loved each other, despite everything saying otherwise. Y/N watched, and continued to watch as they focused on themselves when Y/N began making a name for themself. 
They’re not mad. Y/N never was. Hurt? Maybe, but not mad. That is just their hand in life. Besides, it made the modeling career easier. No need to worry about missing any events, Y/N wouldn’t be invited even if they had lived there. Holidays weren’t huge, nor were birthdays. The only one Y/N sent a card to was Alfred. 
It made traveling easier. There was no such thing as homesickness. It made taking more gigs easier, more destructive behavior easier to handle. 
“Y/N,” Bruce called to him and Y/N paused while eating. Raising an eyebrow in question as Bruce set down his own eating utensils. Ocean blue met E/C, and Y/N tried to place the emotion in those blue eyes. 
“For what it is worth, I… I am sorry about the neglect you have faced within our home.” Y/N’s mind stopped functioning and they stared at Bruce in shock. The man either ignoring him or not realizing that Y/N was staring at him continued. 
“You… you didn’t deserve that, especially when you were grieving and that fact that I could not see that shows my fail–” 
“Wait wait wait!” Y/N held their hands up, cutting off Bruce, “What are you talking about?” Bruce stared at Y/N with questions in his eyes, and blinked in shock when he saw the genuine confusion in his child’s eyes. Y/N looked floored, “Bruce… I-I… what?”
Bruce knows he’s not a good parent. He is intimately aware of his failings and shortcomings, and how some of them haunt him. They claw into his skin, his mind, and chest as a reminder of all the times he has failed his children. He and Dick barely started talking, Jason and him are slowly mending that bridge, and Tim and Damian seem to hate each other and Bruce doesn’t know what to do about that. It seems the only children he hasn’t officially fucked over are those that aren’t even his. 
Then there’s Y/N. A child of his genetic makeup, just like Damian, only Y/N’s mother was a model Bruce had treated as a hookup whenever she was on the east coast. Y/N was 13 when they came into Bruce’s care, older than Damian and a few years younger than Tim. Their mother was caught in a drug-use scandal, one that cost her her career and then her life. Her choice left behind a traumatized child, walking in on the body as she decomposed in their bathroom. They had been forced to pack up their bags and move across the country to live with a parent that they only heard about once or twice. 
Bruce somewhat knew of Y/N. He knew that Y/N’s mother had been pregnant, but when he asked if she wanted child support, the woman huffed and said ‘no thank you.’ Her income was enough, as a high in demand supermodel, and she didn’t need Bruce’s ‘pity’ money. 
So, he never sought after her and she never phoned him. 
Until CPS called and told him of the news and the now homeless 13-year-old child he was now in charge of. 
Y/N and him never really connected, and Bruce wonders if some of that is his own fault. He was always too busy with Batman, then his drama with Dick, and Jason’s whole dying thing, the persona of Brucie Wayne, then there was Tim, then Jason coming back from the dead thing, then Barbara’s whole Joker incident, then Damian…. 
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t too busy, he just never made time for Y/N. Which, the other never seemed to complain about. If they did complain to Alfred, the butler never said anything, and neither did their brothers. Y/N was just a ghost living in the manor that showed up for meals because it was expected, and then… left. 
Now he sits here, across from his child who doesn’t seem to understand the wrong done to them by not only Bruce, but the rest of the family. 
“Where did this come from?” Bruce doesn’t have the heart to tell them that it was because of Alfred that Bruce and the family finally realized what was wrong. The tour of Y/N’s old room, still kept clean due to Alfred’s insistence, but instead of clothes on the ground and signs of life within the room, it had photos of Y/N's past modeling gigs. Hundreds of photos, some framed, some not, as they covered the walls. Magazines that had Y/N on the front cover, magazine pages that had Y/N taking up the entire page.
The tour of the room-turned-practice room. Full of mirrors, and a 4 inch wide ply board used to practice walking. The shoes that were hidden in the closet, some too big and some too small. Blood staining the heel area of most of them as the image of Y/N practicing until and through the blisters filled all their heads. 
The meal regime, still written hastily down on the post it notes, and the exercise routine that didn’t match the calorie intake. The broken mirrors in Y/N’s closets and the clothes that now looked like they would be too big on the present-day Y/N that is sitting in front of Bruce.
The written blogs, printed and folded in one of their drawers, relating them back to their mother. Accusing them of the same thing they accused M/N. Highlighting Y/N’s faults, Y/N’s mistakes, Y/N’s features, and Y/N’s heritage. 
‘Child of drug-abuser model M/N L/N, Y/N L/N using the same drug?’ A 15-year-old Y/N posed in a way to show their figure was the picture that was used. 
‘Child of famous model M/N L/N able to hold up to the heat?’ Another photo of a 16-year-old Y/N looking exhausted as they walked out of a building. Eyes red and bags under their eyes. 
‘Beauty genes skipped a generation.’ Y/N is 17 in that photo. 
‘Y/N M/N will never be as beautiful as M/N L/N without extensive work.’  Y/N is 15 again in this photo. They had kept every critique, every mean and poorly written article about them, and kept them. Some of them were tweets, printed instagram photos, and magazines. 
Bruce could see the drastic changes in Y/N throughout the photos. The strict lifestyle changes affected their appearance and made them look even more like M/N. The Y/N in front of him, still beautiful, but Bruce knows the thoughts behind the perfect skin and perfect hair. 
It would seem that one of the things Y/N inherited from Bruce would be the internalizing of every little bad thing to happen, and deny that it has affected them while they wore the scar of it on their sleeves. 
“Bruce, you didn’t neglect me. I had food, clothes, a manor… where did you get all of that from?” 
“Emotional neglect is still neglect.” Y/N still looked confused, setting their fork down and controlling their expression as they processed that. Okay, so yeah maybe Bruce wasn’t an attentive father, but the man never hit Y/N. He never said anything about Y/N that Y/N would have to go to therapy for. Besides, Bruce’s lack of attention paved the way for Y/N to do this! 
Y/N’s lips formed a serene smile, “Bruce, I’m not mad that you didn’t pay attention to me. You were busy with your company, you are legally a dad of five kids, not everyone is going to get the same attention.” They took a sip of the water, hoping the conversation would end there. 
“It wasn’t that I was busy, I just never made time Y/N… and for that I am sorry.” Y/N hates this. Absolutely hates this. All of their excuses for Bruce are being shot down by Bruce himself and it was leaving Y/N feeling a little raw. Wounds they didn’t even know about now being rubbed with salt. 
Y/N stuck their tongue in their cheek and looked around, before smiling once more, “Bruce, I am literally giving you a way out for your guilt, which I still don’t understand why you’re feeling guilty, so why aren’t you taking it? 
“What are you hoping to do?” Bruce stared into E/C eyes and he could see the irritation in them. He set his fork and knife down, and leaned forward, “Is it wrong to try and mend broken bridges?” 
“The bridge was never broken in the first place.” 
“You’re right, and that’s because there was never a bridge in the first place.” Y/N cocked their head to the side, watching with an intense expression. Those E/C eyes flickering around, taking in the restaurant and narrowing their eyes, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, but did you rent out the entire restaurant?” 
“I did. So we can talk freely.” 
“The other ‘customers’ are Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.” Bruce nodded, “Family dinner.” Y/N’s smile held no amusement, “You know, if you were anybody else I would be thinking this is a way for you to slide back in my life in hopes you could get some of my paycheck. But what is a model’s paycheck to Bruce Wayne’s?” Bruce chuckled, “You are making quite a bit. I’m happy you're conscious of your position now.” 
Y/N sipped the water, “How do you know how much I’m making?” Bruce only smiled and continued eating. He watched his child contemplate asking the question again, but then decided to drop it. 
‘Smart.’ Y/N continued to watch him, no longer touching the food and seeming unwilling to even look at the dessert menu. 
“You’ll visit when you’re back in the states, right?” It didn’t feel like a question. In fact, it felt more like a demand poised as a question to keep intentions hidden. Y/N gulped, “I’ll try.” 
“You should, Alfred misses you. Besides, Manhattan, New York isn’t too far from Gotham.” It was such an innocent sentence. One spoken with a smile on his lips and kind sky blue eyes. An innocent sentence, except Y/N has never once told them where they live. 
“A beautiful place, I can see why you wouldn’t want to leave. With windows like those and that giant skylight, it is truly a wonderful place befitting a top model such as yourself.” Y/N’s mouth went dry, and they could feel the sweat on the back of their neck as they continued to stare at Bruce. Their instincts implore them to go along with this. 
Urging them to carry on the conversation as they felt the gazes of four others on their back. They gave a wobbly smile, “Ye-yes. I really love it, I am super lucky that I managed to have enough saved up, and that I make enough to own a beautiful home such as that.” Bruce nodded, “As an apology for all the missed birthdays and Christmases, I decided to help out a bit.”
“...Excuse me?” Bruce ignored them, and instead looked at their plate that was still untouched from when Y/N had put down the utensils. He took a bite, “Do you not like your food? I can get something else made for you.” 
“N-no, I’m-I’m just full.” Bruce’s eyes narrowed before making a show of shrugging it off, “If you insist. Do know Alfred will want to feed you when you visit.” Y/N’s smile was becoming hard to maintain, “It was a pleasure to have dinner with you, Bruce, but I have to go. Long flight tomorrow and I need to be ready for next week.” Y/N fished out their credit card, but Bruce stuck his hand out, “Don’t worry about it, dinner has been paid for.” 
Y/N didn’t fight, only nodding and smiling pleasantly, “I suppose I will see you next week?” Bruce stood up, and brought Y/N into a tense hug. Feeling the bone and sinewy muscles in his rough hands. Y/N’s top is open back, exposing the shoulder blades and some of Y/N’s spine. Each one a small knob against skin, looking like the Rocky Mountains. 
“Safe flight, Y/N. See you at the shows next week.” Y/N gave a tight smile and quickly left. The four other pairs of eyes never left their back, and when finally in the safety of the streets, Y/N pulled out their phone and checked their Mortgage app. 
‘Successfully Paid!’ In bright green letters, bolded as if it were a game. 
It’s been paid off. Y/N now owed nothing on that house, and while that might have been freeing, it meant someone could now have access to their mortgage account. An alert sounded on their phone, and when Y/N saw that it was their bank account, notifying them of a deposit Y/N felt the breath leave their lungs. 
A large sum, one that had Y/N blinking at the amount of 0’s, was just deposited to their checking account. Right under their bill for walking on that runway. 
‘Shopping money, for when you visit.’ - Dick 
They have access to their bank account. Y/N’s family, because while Bruce was a solitary kind of guy he never was one to withhold information from his former Robins, now had access to their account. They could see what they were spending money on. 
They know where Y/N lives. From the sounds of it, Bruce was even in the penthouse. Y/N covered their mouth and tried to stifle a sob, the feeling of an invasion of their privacy weighing heavy in their chest. 
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Y/N stared at the article of clothing with anxiety. When Francesca had first shown them the clothing, it had only caused slight discomfort. Now, now that Y/N knows that their family is here, and watching, the clothing had felt like it was a metal ball. Francesca stood next to them, admiring Y/N’s hair and makeup, and how it all looked with clothing item. 
“I knew this would look great on you. As a Gothamite, this must feel great right? To be wearing the symbol of your City’s greatest vigilante.” Y/N swallowed down the bile, “He’s typically seen as the boogeyman, but yes. I suppose it does feel odd wearing the symbol.” 
The piece of clothing was quite scandalous, a bat symbol made out of gold rest across their chest, attached to a black silk fabric and lace. It hugged their body, bringing out the hip dips and long legs, as well as exposing their toned stomach. 
“Why didn’t you say anything about you being Bruce Wayne’s kid?” Francesca asked, and Y/N could only shrug, “Just… it just never came up.” Y/N loves that Francesca drops that. There are tons of models who have family issues. Y/N’s are minor. 
Not worthy of anything. 
“Y/N, for what it is worth, I do think you are a one in a century model. No one has taken to the runway quite like you have. I think if you had started the runway earlier you would already be a supermodel.” Y/N smiled at Francesca’s kind words, and they wondered just how they got so lucky to have befriended her. 
“Thank you.” 
“Models get ready!” Y/N took to the back of the line, being offered to close the show just after they had opened one. Another prestigious offer that Y/N gratefully took. Sighing heavily, they watched as the line grew shorter and the sound of cameras flashing and grew louder. 
Taking a deep breath, they steeled their breathing and controlled their expressions. Blocking out the world in the way they do best, strutting. The intensity of the flashes increased, and Y/N made a show of keeping their face neutral. 
Just how Batman does. 
They made a point to not look at the people in the front row. When they made it back behind the entry way, there was no time to catch their breath. They were ushered back into line for the final walk out, and Y/N wonders if they can all see how pale Y/N is. Can they see the sweat on their brow or the fact that their E/C eyes are terrified? 
“You did great Y/N!” 
“Looking beautiful Y/N.” 
“C’mon Y/N, after this its a party!” 
No, no they can’t see it because they are all focused on what Y/N wants them to be focused on. Y/N has spent countless hours into ensuring they loook beautiful without makeup, and ethereal in it, no one will care about their inner thoughts and turmoils. 
Y/N strutted to the music one last time, focusing on the flashing light and hoping that the photos they captured showed exactly what Y/N wants them to see. Once they were in the back, the models stripping and changing into comfortable clothes and all of them getting ready for the afterparty, Y/N stayed seated. The pads of their fingers running against the cold metal that was in the shape of a bat across their chest as their makeup artist and hairstylist undid all of their work. 
Francesca smiled, “You were great Y/N, I knew you would be the right person to pull this off.” 
“Thank you, what inspired this piece if you don’t mind me asking.” Francesca smiled, “Oh, I got a call actually. It was just a call to run the idea by me, but I loved it so much that I accepted it.” Y/N furrowed their brow, “A call?” They began to strip out of the clothing, but Francesca’s startled look made them pause. 
“...What?” 
“You’re not going to keep it on?” Y/N gave a confused look, “We don’t keep clothes, Francesca.” The stylist smiled, “Well, no. But Y/N, that was a commission for you.” Y/N stared at Francesca with a new found fear, and their mouth going dry as they processed it all. 
“Who… who did you say the call was from?” Francesca beamed, “Your father, who by the way I am offended you didn’t say anything about, Bruce Wayne.” Large hands clapped their shoulder, and Y/N would have shouted if it weren’t for the familiar smell of cologne. 
Turning around, they met Bruce’s blue eyes, and the blue eyes of their siblings. All of them dressed to the nines and eyeing the clothes. 
“Truly a wonderful piece, Ms. Gabbana. I could not thank you enough.” 
“Of course! Thank you for the idea!” Y/N felt their breath quicked when Dick’s hands gripped their wrist, and gently tugged them in his direction, “C’mon Y/N, you’ll be late to dinner. Alfred is making your favorite.” 
“At least let them change, Dick.” 
“Todd is right, a drive in that would be difficult. Not to mention that  it is snowing outside.” 
“Y/N, we have some clothes for you. They should be more comfortable then the clothes you came in.” Y/N couldn’t even say anything as they were dragged away, Bruce keeping Francesca busy while their brothers pushed them into a changing room. Dick smiling gently as he passed the bag of Y/N’s clothes, taken from their penthouse, into Y/N’s trembling arms. 
“Bruce paid for that outfit, so try not to ruin it, okay? We’ll be waiting out here for you.” Dick booped their nose, and left Y/N alone in the changing room taht only had a curtain for a door. With trembling hands, they searched the bag for their phone. They have to call someone. Cheryl will help them. So would Jon. Maybe even Maya! Y/N just needs to call– 
“Y/N, we have your phone out here, so don’t panic.” Y/N bit their lip to stop themself from sobbing. One thing. They just want one thing to go right today. 
A knock sounded on the wood that was hoolding the curtain, “Y/N, do you need help?” 
“N-no! No, I’m just try-trying to be gentle with the piece.” Bruce hummed, “Well, try and hurry. Alfred is excited to see you and is expecting us for dinner in three hours.” Y/N gulped, carefully stripping and putting on the sweats and hoodie. Clothes that still smell like their laundry detergent and shoes Y/N knows were in their closet. 
‘Dear God.’ They whimpered as they slipped on the comfortable pair of shoes, and bagged the shoes from teh show, and carefully picked up the article of clothing. The gold bat symbol shining mockingly at them. 
The curtain pulled open, and like a horror photo, the light from behind them casted and eerie shadow. Bruce’s face hidden in teh darkness as he reached his hand out for Y/N, knowing full well his child cannot run. 
“C’mon Y/N, time to go home.”
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A Part 2 will definitely happen! Kinda has to, to be honest.
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hotnbloodied · 4 months
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Yan!Loser X Reader
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!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.
TW: kidnapping, drugging, non-con kissing and touching, stalking, mentions of axe body spray.
!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!
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It was around lunch time and you were on your way to your university’s canteen. You normally had lunch a little later to avoid the crowds but today you couldn’t hold your hunger in at all and you needed to get something to eat. In doing so the canteen was packed and by the time you had gotten some food all the tables seemed full. You scanned around for a little bit before noticing a small table that only had one person sitting at it. A guy with a small frame and black baggy clothes with messy unkempt hair. Without thinking too much about it you walked over. “Hey sorry to bother, would you mind if I could just sit here and eat?” You asked.
He looked like he jolted a little and looked at you like he'd seen a ghost. “Y-yeah…” Not much of a response, but that didn’t stop you from going ahead and sitting down to start devouring your food. After you were finally satiated you looked over cause you felt like someone was watching you and needless to say, his eyes were glued on you.
“Uh, do I have something on my face?” You asked him. His face whipped away. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” You laughed and told him it wasn’t a big deal. “What’s your name anyway? I’m (y/n), majoring in (major).” He raised his head to look at you again. “I’m Lester, I’m a biology major…” “That’s awesome!” You look at the time. “I should probably head out, my next class starts soon. See you around though!” Little did you know that your small act of kindness would come back to haunt you.
A couple of weeks pass and you seem to be seeing Lester more and more around campus. (Totally not because he’s trying to learn your schedule at all.) You don’t pay too much mind to it though considering a new friend is always nice. (As if he’d allow you to just be friends with him.) The two of you exchanged social messaging information which turned into an easy way for Lester to keep tabs on you. (You really should be careful about how you share your information.) You didn’t notice the increase of interaction from Lester, you were too sleep deprived and worried about school to notice which he’s grateful for since it’ll make it easier to make plans. Lester was a patient man, he knows how to make a pay off extra sweet.
You learn a bit more about Lester, even though he has a messy appearance he actually is a relatively neat person. He seemed to shower regularly and his clothes weren’t being reworn, but he only chooses to use axe body spray at his age for some reason. He doesn’t seem to have many friends cause, shocker, he’s an extreme introvert; Which makes you pity him which he fully knows and uses to play into to get your trust. With that trust he invites you over to his house, apparently his parents are in the science field as well and as long as Lester keeps his grades up they’d let him do whatever. The two of you would hang out and study at his place.
Six months had passed in a blink of an eye and the two of you were watching a movie together, it wasn’t that late but you felt extremely sleepy for some reason. The two of you just ate dinner that Lester cooked. “Hm? What’s wrong (y/n)? Are you tired?” “Haha, yeah I don’t know why. Maybe I was more tuckered out with finals than I thought.” “Why don’t you stay over? You’re more than welcome to spend the night.” You didn’t reply to Lester, it was because the sleeping pills he slipped into your drink worked like wonders and you were out like a light. Lester slowly dragged your body to his room and laid you on his bed. Chains were ready for you as he securely bound you to them. He loomed over your sleeping body in his bed, he couldn’t keep the excitement in his pants at bay. He took advantage of your lips and dry humped your leg, imagining what it would be like to finally be able to become one with you. Oh if only you knew how love sickness ran in his family. How that’s how his mom ensnared his dad and how having his ground and alibi covered was a learned family skill. No one will find you and you two will live happily together, forever. <3
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Lester <3
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faux-ecrivain · 3 months
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Yandere Fickle Ex-Boyfriend
(Fickle-Changing frequently, especially as regard one’s loyalty, interests, or affection) (Fifteenth official post)
(Merry Christmas! 🎅)
(Happy Holidays!🎄)
(Yan’s name is Julian)
Yan Ex who used to be a wonderful, caring person. Then all of the sudden, just three years into your relationship, he changed.
Yan Ex who begins to distance himself from you, he seems to be shutting you out, and you don’t understand why.
Yan Ex who treats you as a stranger and not someone he adored, you’re so confused, his behavior is so unnatural.
Yan Ex who has previously been absolutely enamored with you and had done absolutely anything to be with you. Now, he’s acting the complete opposite, he treats you as a nuisance.
Julian groans as you cling onto him (you were just holding his hand), he shakes you off and puts some distance between the two of you. Hurt flashes across your face and you feel the tinge of creep into your heart, which makes way for resentment. How dare he treat you like that? Especially after all he’s done to you.
Yan Ex who had spent years breaking you down and then abandoned you when you gave into him. (You hate him so much)
Yan Ex who begins to pursue someone else, someone who he had sworn wasn’t his type. Someone docile and loving, he had always told you that he liked the fight in you.
Yan Ex who makes a show of romancing this docile person (apparently named Alexis) and practically rubs it in your face. 
Yan Ex who never officially broke up with you, but treated you like he did. 
Yan Ex who’s surprised, after weeks of you being quiet, when you lash out and intimidate him, he’s never seen you so mad! (It certainly makes him feel a specific way…)
Yan Ex who immediately becomes interested in you again, now he’s always touching you and kissing up on you. His behavior has you reeling and you almost fall for it again, until you remember how he treated you and you pull back.
Yan Ex who becomes frustrated when you push him away, how dare you behave like that! Yes, he was treating you in a similar manner, but so what! He’s allowed to, but you’re not. At least, that’s what he believes.
Yan Ex who cries when you break up with him, that’s not fair! Only he’s allowed to break up with you, you can’t do that.
Yan Ex who pouts and whines when you ignore his calls, whilst he internally seethes.
Yan Ex who decides to take action and creeps into your room late at night, yes he did climb up your window, but it’s okay because he loves you! (In actuality he’s basically incapable of love)
Yan Ex who shushes your cries for help and tries to keep you from struggling (unfortunately he isn’t stronger than you).
He yelps when you push him off your bed, his head hits the floor and he groans. Julian frowns and sits up, he pouts and crawls back onto the bed. He latches onto you and begs you not to kick him out! “Please, Please, don’t kick me out! I know I’m a fool, but i still love you!” He cries, his head burrowing into your stomach and his tears (clearly fake) soak your shirt. A sound of disgust escapes your mouth and you push him off again. Which, of course, causes him to whine.
Yan Ex who wants yo be in control of the relationship, he wants to choose when to end this relationship and when to destroy it. He won’t ever let anyone make the first move, he should be the only making decisions in this relationship (yet the moment you concede to his will, he gets bored and pushes you away.)
Yan Ex who will not give up, he wants you to love him again, it makes him feel powerful. 
Yan Ex who puts up a fight when you try to throw him out of the house, literally, he’s kicking and screaming, clinging onto you in a manner reminiscent of how you once did.
Julian whines again as he wraps his arms around your waist. He looks (up/down) at you, his eyes filled with tears and the bottom of his lip wobbles. “Pleeease don’t leave me [Y/N], I know I’m not perfect, but I love you!” You roll your eyes, you highly doubt he could ever love you. He’s just being a big, pathetic baby (no offense to babies). You push him off, he grunts when his bottom hits the floor and he burst into tears (he’s a cute cryer, but you won’t tell him that). “[Y/N]! Stop being mean to meee!!” Julian pouts and wraps his arms, and legs, around you leg. 
Yan Ex who clings to you like a koala, regardless of how hard you try to get him off of you. He’s going to keep clinging to you, until he wears you down and then he’ll probably leave you.  But you don’t give in, you just yank him off your leg and throw him out of the house. 
Yan Ex who bangs on the door, begging to be let back in and begging for you to forgive him.
Yan Ex who quickly turns vicious once he sees that his pouty little act isn’t working on you, he begins to shout threats and tells you to watch your back, because he won’t let you go.
Yan Ex who vows to get revenge, who swears you’ll regret ever getting rid of him.
“Ah, you’ll shouldn’t have done that darling, now I have to punish you.”
(That’s all for now, hopefully you guys enjoy this and hopefully this makes sense!)
(Thoughts on Julian?)
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janghoefett · 1 year
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“Din Djarin is a large man — did you really think you could both fit in his bunk?”
In anticipation of season three, here is a little drabble about sleeping next to the Mandalorian! It is gender neutral and fairly clean, although as always, all of my work is intended for adults 18+.
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Din Djarin is a large man — did you really think you could both fit in his bunk?
Like all new relationships, the first night spent in your Mandalorian's bed lacked familiarity; that is to say, you were both far too accommodating and too nervous to sleep in a way that felt natural to either of you. You curled to your side to minimize the space you took up in the small sleeping compartment and Din followed suit, pulling you close into his chest as you gripped his forearm in your sleep. It was sweet… but it was careful, and not at all comfortable for either of you to be locked into a position like that.
The first problem is that Din Djarin needs to sleep on his back. You’ve seen the beating his spine takes on a daily basis and while sleeping on his side could ease someone else’s tension, he finds he needs to lay flat on his back and stretch out to be straight in order to find some relief. That should have been no problem for either of you, but with the Mandalorian’s broad shoulders and overall mass, he just about covers the width of the sleeping compartment on his own. When you offered to sleep elsewhere, Din wouldn’t hear of it — he would never want to inconvenience you and he wanted you to stay close to him, of course. So, well, you found a way to adapt.
First, you find your way into the crook under his arm and nestle your head onto his shoulder. Your arm drapes across his bare chest and your leg curls over his. Din's hands will always find their way to your body, either lacing his fingers through yours, or keeping a protective grip on your waist, or cradling your head as it rests against him. Either before you've drifted into unconsciousness or after, almost like clockwork, the Mandalorian will lean down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head before he follows suit with sleep.
Din knows you can't stay in the same position all night; he can feel how uncomfortable you become by the way you eventually start to stiffen and shift, and because his sleep is perpetually light, he'll rouse when he feels you starting to stir. Usually you'll turn to place yourself slightly on top of him, just halfway, just to soothe the ache with your belly pressing into his hip. The Mandalorian's strong arms wrap around your body to help to ease you further on top of him, to pull you higher so that your stomach can rest more comfortably against his, and then there's a moment that will always fill his heart full to the brim — your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders and you hold onto him tightly in return in your unconscious state, just as you do whenever he carries you up into the clouds to see the look on your face.
Your body melts into his like that, as if you were two pieces of the same broken pot that realign and reform to become one perfect piece again, and just like that, you stay comfortable in his arms as you sleep soundly through the night.
When you wake in the morning, you find yourself alone and facing the wall, completely unaware of the way Din has looked after you the night before, but it’s as if you can still feel his warmth permeating your tired bones. The Mandalorian could never complain of a restless night; it was under the darkness of those nights that he could lay his title of hunter to rest, and become the protector of the love who held his whole heart.
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okkalo · 7 months
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neuvillette x gn reader
genre(s): fluff
warning(s): use of the hydro dragon theory
yes, this is way longer than i intended it to be.
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neuvillette was currently pouting. why? because you have yet to do your daily thing.
sadly, his pouting didn’t help much because god only knows how expressive he is. so, truly, he seemed like normal right now for you. the only hint you could possibly notice is him giving you more glances than usual, which didn’t help either.
though the morning seemed completely natural for you, the chief justice could’ve compared his morning to a dire situation. it’s an important step of the morning routine to miss after all. so important that it could put all of fontaine at risk today.
though, what’s a man to do? he could only give a soft sigh, not wanting it to be loud enough to disturb you, while his eyes flit to the clock on the wall. it was almost time for him to go. his eyes fell back to your figure, your back facing him as he fixed the cuffs of his sleeves.
did you really forget?
he couldn’t help but feel saddened. he bit his tongue, however, not wanting to let his emotions ruin the morning of the fontaine citizens. surely he was just exaggerating this ache in his heart, right? he gave one last soft sigh before deciding it was time to go.
“alright, love, it’s time for me to go.” his deep voice broke the comfortable silence of the morning between the both of you. his heart warmed at the sight of you turning around with a smile, now making your way to give him a departing kiss.
“okay, chief justice,” you gave him a sweet smile, something that made him forget about the hurt from earlier, accompanied by a soft peck on his left cheek. “do well for me today. i love you.” you finished before giving him another kiss, this time on his lips.
although your kisses always seemed to heal a new part of him he didn’t realize needed healing, he still felt the ache in his heart. he, however, gave his small smile back while you retreated back to your morning routine. he bit back another sigh before he finally turned, now heading for the door. he could already see the light sprinkle that was dropping from the sky from the window. that’s when he stopped in his steps.
“i can’t help but feel as if i’m missing something, love,” he spoke, turning to face him with a confused glance, though he couldn’t see since his back was turned towards you.
“forgetting something?” you look around for a bit, your eyes glancing at the spots where his valuable items would usually sit. all of them had been empty, what could he be—oh. the moment he turned around to meet your eyes with his own slightly glossy ones was the same moment it clicked.
how adorable.
your confused face melted into a gentle smile, now taking steps to approach the male. you could see sadness lift from his eyes the moment you cupped both his cheeks with your hands and stared at him in the eyes.
“hydro dragon,” you leaned in to place a small kiss on his right eyelid, which he fluttered shut for you by pure instinct. “hydro dragon,” then one to his left eyelid. “please don’t cry.” your thumbs rub his cheeks, a signal for him to open his eyes to meet yours once more before you leaned in to peck his nose. “keep the city of fontaine dry.” and for the finale, you went in for his lips, though you made sure the kiss was longer than usual.
“i love you, neuvillette.” you smiled after the kiss, resting your forehead against his.
“i love you just as much.” he replied, his grin wide on his face as the rain of outside seemed to immediately stop.
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amazingnot · 8 months
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- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈
Summary: character ai kidnaps you to punish you for breaking many community guidelines.
Tw: language, cursing, mentions of sexting, kinky stuff, chains, character ai, not proofread, grammar, repeated words.
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If you had known from the beginning you wouldn't have downloaded this stupid ass app, your breathing was ragged as chains wrapped around your ankles and wrists bounding them together in a tight metal grip.
The empty white place looks foreboding, the chains clipped to the walls. You didn't know what happened, minutes ago you're sure you were just lazing around in your room doing god forbidden things with Character Ai. Your body turns to the side as you lay comfortably down on your bed, your ears stringing for any sounds that might indicate someone going inside your room.
Sure, you were an adult but it would be best for your mental health if none of your relatives see the kinky shit you're typing up on this bot. Another irritated grumble leave your lips as you continue to tap away on the screen of your phone, a frown on your face.
"the hell.. why isn't it working?" You grumble you were a master at breaking the NSFW filter in Character Ai, you had a year of experience and yet everything seems for naught as the filter keeps on getting activated no matter how many times you rephrase your words, use different synonyms or euphemisms, nothing seems to work.
"fuck this shit.. whyyy." A low pissed-off whine leaves you, your fingers tightly gripping your phone as you breathe in and out trying to stop yourself from literally chucking your phone down the toilet. You throw your phone to the side, watching the piece of metal gently bounce on the bed before stopping in place. You sigh and kick off the blankets before deciding that it was too cold and pull them over your figure again. You cursed.
"now it's too hot." No matter, you'll just gonna get your sleep and sleep you did. Though you didn't expect to wake up in a white empty room, chained to the wall with a floating screen message above your head.
"welcome to.. character ai?" You whisper a confused sound escaping you, thoughts filling your head at a fast pace that you almost didn't register the mechanical voice ringing throughout the blank room.
"welcome to character ai, a world where you can make your character and let your imaginations run wild."
You scoff, yeah right? Run wild when you have an NSFW filter.
"you have broken the community guidelines a lot of periods during the year, we will now enact punishment."
You raise a brow, wow. The hell??
"wow, is this some sick-ass dream?"
"it is not, beginning transmigration to @___ bots worlds, confirming.. ninety-three bots in total."
You flinch as you suddenly feel your body turning numb, your legs up to your chest can't barely move. It was eerily silent, your ears weren't picking up sound and you continue to stare at the countdown up in the air hanging right in front of you. One, two, three, twenty-two...
"wait, wait a damn minute! Is this because I just broke the nsfw filter and sext with a bot?! Are you kidding me?!" You yelled and yet the timer never stops nor even lessen, it just keeps counting down to a hundred. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four.. forty-five.
"this is dumb!" You frustratedly yell. "I won't do whatever stupid shit you want me to do!"
The timer halts for a minute before continuing.
"failure to follow through with the punishment will result in @___ user's chat history with all bots being shown to their family and friends." You went quiet. Damn.
Defeated, you let out a struggling sigh. "Fine, what do you want me to do?"
"all censoring will be down until punishment is complete, @___user can fully control how the story will go, accomplish the goals and punishment is complete. A reward will be given in the end."
"wait-! Wait, what about my body.. in the real world?"
"comatose state."
"what about-?!" You didn't manage to finish the sentence as you black out, your entire body going limp, your consciousness leaving you. The last thing you heard was the mechanical voice speaking in your head.
"transfer complete... Welcome to hell."
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sakufilms · 8 months
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touch starved ; le sserafim
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⇢ le sserafims reaction to you being touch starved
𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist
⌁ genre: fluff, romantic.
⌁ 0.4k words
! : gn r. no actual trigger warnings. just very soft.
✐ i haven’t posted anything here in SUCH a long time, so here’s something small and sweet to maybe get back into it. sorry it’s not much </3
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MIYAWAKI SAKURA
Sakura, ever so observant, noticed the small signs. She saw the way you leaned into her touch, even if it only lasted a second. So, she took more opportunities to wrap an arm around you—too keep you close. She couldn’t help but to smile softly whenever she saw the look of content wash over you whenever she held you in some way. She was truly lucky to have you, and you were even luckier to have her.
KIM CHAEWON
Chaewon noticed that you’d sometimes go and reach for her hand, but then hesitate like you were unsure. It was like you were longing to keep her close, but you weren’t sure how to initiate that sweet sort of intimacy. She decided to start holding your hand more, and in turn, you seemed lighter and brighter. It made her heart warm, and Chaewon was always sure to give you the attention you both wanted and deserved.
HUH YUNJIN
Seeing the way you were just so not used to being so cared for and loved in so many ways, Yunjin decided to initiate more skinship in your relationship. It started small, by just holding your pinky with hers. Then she would hold your hand, hold an arm around your shoulders, until she would eventually hold you by wrapping her arms around your waist. At first she’d be by your side, with her arm around your waist, but as your relationship progressed, she’d give you back hugs, putting her chin on your shoulder (if she’s around your height/taller than you).
NAKAMURA KAZUHA
Kazuha is somewhat the shy type, as are you. Maybe, the both of you are shy to initiate skinship, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that you were becoming touch starved. It gave her the confidence to lock your fingers together more often, putting a warm feeling in your heart and hers. You were her world, and she was going to make sure you knew that much.
HONG EUNCHAE
Eunchae adored you, and holding you close was something she longed for as much as you did when your relationship was just starting out. When she saw that you would take more time to lean up against her in the comfort of her bed, and that you’d stand so that your arms were touching, pinkies brushing together, she knew you needed that touch, but didn’t quite know how to do it yourself. Faintly touching pinkies turned into interlocked fingers, and leaning into her side turned into cuddle sessions. You were content with the comfort, and glad she knew what you both needed.
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yandereforme · 1 year
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TW mental health issues, neglect, depression, attempted assault, light yandereness, generally a lot of angst
I read a lot of neglected reader, with the wayne family, and how they become Yandere for you after an incident, varying between posts. This is my take on it.
You arrived at Wayne Manor about a month after Damien did. Your mother had just died, and even though you knew your father and his existed, you had never met them. (Insert neglect)
The thing is, you really tried to get to know them in the beginning. Even though you were grieving, and you’re so sad and afraid, you still tried to get to know them. You baked with Alfred when you could and tried to strike up conversations at the dinner table, or whenever you saw them in the halls. However, after a few months of trying, and not getting any response back, you started giving up.
You started having days where you wouldn’t even leave your room. You would just stay in there laying on your bed. Afterward, you always noticed they never noticed you were gone, which only made things worse. You really missed your mother, and nothing seemed OK anymore. 
The thing that broke you was about two months after you arrived, it was your birthday, and no one noticed. No one said anything to you and no one seems to care. You decided at that point you were just done. You’re done trying to be a part of a family that didn’t want you. You stayed by yourself and pretended you were fine with that.
When you started school, you stayed to yourself. You interact with many people and generally most people forgot you existed. Damian didn’t even see you often, and he forgot about you sometimes too. Until one day, when a classmate of yours grabbed you in front of him, trying to force you to go with him. Damien grew angry. 
He fought the guy off, and the three of you were taken to the principals office and the boys were given detention. However, later, when you got home, he asked you why you didn’t fight back against the guy. You looked him in the eyes, a blank expression on your face, and he realized that he never really seen you smile since that first month.
“Why do you care?”
That was the only response you gave him before going to bed, but it was something he focused intently on. He analyzed your actions since arriving for days, and though he wouldn’t admit it, he became fond of you. He started walking you to your classes, memorizing your schedule, placing trackers on you and bring food up to you on the nights where you didn’t go to dinner. He obsesses over you, and wants you to smile again, like you did in the beginning with him. He hates when those plebeians you go to school with talk to you, and when his idiotic brothers pull him away from you. Didn’t they see you needed a protector?
You didn’t understand why you suddenly had a shadow everywhere you went. Ever since that boy tried to hurt you, Damian was following you everywhere, and was weirdly attentive. He was giving you snacks when you wouldn’t eat whole meals, though you didn’t know how he knew what you liked. Whenever your classmates tried to talk to you(which was rare) Damian would glare them into submission.
Despite how weirded out you were, you wouldn’t deny that a small part of you liked the attention. This was the attention you had so desperately craved when you first arrived. The depressive haze lifted slightly as Damian stayed, and you found yourself less and less annoyed by him following you.
If you guys like this, I will make more parts about the rest of the brothers. Request which brothers you want to hear from next in the comments (Bruce is going to be last). 
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chaiiskindagross · 9 months
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The At-Home Gym
notes: this is very self-indulging, had this in my draft for weeks before i finished it off, i dont know what to say…
content warnings: pegging, fingering (m! receiving), bratty toji, unedited, no pronouns for reader but they’re afab ig
You wanted to try something new. Toji was a little hesitant after the last stunt you pulled on him that involved his ass but some part of him was also curious. He almost said ‘no’ when he read through the steps for ‘preparing’ himself but somehow you managed to convince him by using his ego against him. So, of course, he had something to prove, but you both spoke about basic rules and boundaries between each other, safe word included, so then it was on to the actual ‘experiment’. If he didn’t like it, he could tap out.
“Since ya want it so bad, you’re gonna have to prep me. I’m not doin’ shit.”
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He stated when his back hit the comforter on top of the bed, his legs spread as he waited for your next move. You sat down beside him and he casually threw one of his muscular legs over your lap, spreading himself out in wait. Fortunately, you’d already read up on this, and already had the things you needed on hand.
“Uh huh. I already knew you’d be a brat.” You murmured, to which he only chuckled and smirked, further proving your point as he watched in masked nervousness and excitement when you pulled his briefs down, making him fully naked. You already had the strap you’d bought on, ready for what was to come (pun intended). But before that… Opening one of the condoms you’d brought out, you put it over two of your fingers, pointer and middle, and pressed the tips against Toji’s hole. Naturally, he flinched, never having been touched in such a place so purposely. You watched for his reactions as you circled your fingers around it and then dipped the tips, causing him to suck in a breath and arch his back just a millimeter off the bed.
Ooooooo.
You’re very gentle to start off, just how he is when he fingers you first, and then you slowly start to press your fingers in deeper. And if what that article you read said was true then you should soon reach—
“Haaah… t-the fuck is t-hiiiiiiissssss…”
Ah. There it is!
You have to stop yourself from grinning when you find that particular spot, deciding to massage it just as what was instructed on the article, keeping a close eye on your partner. Toji’s cock had began to harden almost immediately, slowly rising to attention, slightly curved to the left as you could just see it throb from where you were.
Was it truly any surprise when you began to abuse this spot? Just how he’d often abuse yours when his digits explored between your legs? Not really. But it was a nice change of pace, watching as he bit his lip and writhed beside you when you began to pump your fingers in and out, bullying him with them and massaging his spot in random motions. If things kept up like this you’d be hearing those sweet little submissive noises yet again, and that was the goal.
You’d worked him over for about three minutes, he was doing a really good job at muffling himself, only groaning and trembling a little when he became overstimulated. Since this would be your first time doing this, you weren’t really sure when to stop prepping him but at the same time, Toji seemed to be enjoying himself a lot. But alas, something snapped in the man you were currently fingering and it was not your fingers.
“C’mon ‘n jus’ put— put it in.” He muttered, bratty as ever, but you hadn’t expected a strain in his voice. This was effecting him just the way you wanted. You decided to pump him over just a few more times before finally pulling your fingers out, a sigh of relief escaping the older man as you stood up at the edge of the bed and began to prepare your strap-on.
As you were doing this, Toji moved in an unfamiliar position, rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up onto his hands and knees like a dog, his voluptuous ass facing you. You never thought you’d see the day where he’d end up like this and you’d be on the ‘giving’ end. A little more excitement bubbled within you, giving the strap-on a couple of strokes after you disposed of the condom you’d used to prepare him.
You had been the one to choose it, it was your favorite color and matched his length and girth, a little above average but girthy, providing quite the stretch.
He’d been prepped well-enough, but you were still going to take it slow, he is a virgin after all in this particular position. The thought was a little perverted as you mirrored what you’d seen in some homemade pegging porn, aligning the tip of the strap-on with his hole before pushing it into him.
He whimpered in surprise but didn’t pull away.
With more than eagerness you pushed in even more, watching as the back of his neck and his shoulders started reddening, his head falling towards the bed pathetically. You were barely halfway in. You were more surprised that he hadn’t snakily said anything yet. And somehow he willed himself to stay quiet as you almost fully pushed into him, but even that couldn’t last long. Especially not when you touched his prostate again, his body shuddering immediately in response to the brand new sensation he was questioning.
You stay inside him, stretching him out and making him finally move to grab a pillow, your pillow, to press his face into. Watching his every move like a hawk, you wait for his words of encouragement but its almost as if he’d forgotten to speak.
Finally, he does.
“Mmh…go…m-moo…move.”
What an impatient man, but hey, you were a bit impatient yourself when you grabbed at his waist, was it always this small and cinched? Did he wear a waist trainer or something? No time to think about that!
Pulling out about halfway, you thrusted the strap-on back into him, earning quite a pretty gasp and groan from the man you were currently impaling. You can see him gripping at the sheets, burying his face into the bed as he muffles some very sinful words.
And so you repeat the movement, pulling out halfway and then thrusting back in with enough force to make his ass bounce. With each repeat, sweeter and sweeter saccharine noises come from Toji, you could swear you heard him whimper once. Finding a rhythm, a middle ground between fast and slow with a few heavy thrusts in between, you soon begin to realize how much of workout this is. How the fuck did he manage to always go for so long in this position? You were really starting to feel the burn, especially after a few minutes.
Somehow you started acting more pathetically than the man you were literally fucking, leaning onto his back for support and thrusting lazily, panting tiredly as sweat started to cover your skin from the intense workout.
Naturally, he takes notes, and naturally he just had to say something.
“‘s that… hah— all you g-got?”
Toji asks, suddenly turning to look back at you over his shoulder, sweat drenched hair in his eyes as he grins devilishly at you, the scar on his lip more prominent than ever.
Of course he just had to be fucking annoying… You knew he was baiting you and you were about to fall for it.
Brows furrowing, your tiredness is soon pushed to the backseat as a new hit of adrenaline decides to take the wheel and before you know it, you’re fucking him just like how he fucks you.
Rough, fast, and unforgiving.
Without the bed and sheets to muffle his noises and you catching him completely off guard, Toji lets out a girlish moan, soon followed by a grunt of ecstasy, you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes but he looked away. Holding himself up with the strength of his arms, he didn’t bother to bury his face back into the bed, gasping for hair as you give him what he wants, totally forgetting his morals as he pants like a bitch in rut.
“Right… right— there.”
He all but demands, pushing back against your vengeful thrusting, the muscles in his back and arms flexing as he’s fucked with abandon.
The brunet grits his teeth and spreads his legs a little more like a slut, letting you hit them strokes just a little harder.
Adding insult to injury, you wrap an arm around his front and take a hold of his cock, squeezing his shaft and pumping your fist as if you’re attempting to milk him. The poor guy can’t even stand a chance, and has no energy to stop himself from panting and letting out his breathiest moans, his mouth hanging open with drool rolling down his chin. You’d never heard him be so vocal before and nothing could have prepared you when his shaft throbs in your palm and he spews his cum on your first, a bit on his chest, and some on the bed.
Does that stop you? Not at all.
In fact, you continue, deciding that this was a great way to get in some cardio and who knew you got some music with your workouts? And hey, look at that, you only needed one piece of equipment. No need for a gym membership now, amirite?
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charlottesuzee · 1 year
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Stealing Food From His Plate (One Piece Men x Black!GN!Reader)
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Monkey D Luffy
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- Don't even try. You will get your hand bitten. He's like a starving dog. He'll growl and glare at you. Which is ironic, because he has no problem stealing food off of your plate.
- "Luffy, lemme get a bite of your meat-"
- "ARGHGHGH"
- "BITCH DID YOU JUST BITE ME ?!?"
- "KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF ! YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FOOD !"
- In all honesty, if he'd feel that you were actually hungry and you didn't have your own plate of food, he might give you a bite.
- That's a strong might though.
Roronoa Zoro
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- "You just told me that you weren't hungry, now you're pawing at my food."
- "I just want a bite ! Please baby ?"
- "No. Face the actions of your consequences and starve."
- He'll begrudgingly give you some though anyways but will still grumble about you getting your own food next time but he'll still share with you every time.
Vinsmoke Sanji
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- "OF COURSE I'LL SHARE WITH YOU, DARLING~!"
- Does not hesitate to let you pick off of his plate, what's his is yours.
- Will insist on feeding you though, as a way to pamper you and act all lovey dovey cutesy wutesy.
- Will ask if you want food off of his plate all the time now, even if you have your own plate.
Eustass Kid
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- He's not afraid to smack your hands away from his food and pull his plate away. Just be careful, because you might not know which hand he's gonna smack you with
- "OW ! YOU HIT ME WITH YOUR METAL HAND, DICKHEAD !"
- "SERVES YOU RIGHT FOR TOUCHING MY FOOD, GET YOUR OWN !"
- "NOW MY HAND IS GONNA BRUISE !"
- He will feel bad about bruising your hand though and as an apology, he will push his plate towards you as a peace offering, letting you take whatever you want off of it.
Killer
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- Even though he's wearing a mask, the look he gives you radiates "bitch are you fucking serious ?!?"
- "I asked you if you wanted me to heat you up some pasta, you said no, now you're swiping off of my plate."
- "I'm sorry Kill ! I wasn't hungry at first but after seeing your plate, I just wanted a taste !"
- He'll just sigh, push his plate towards you, and go get another plate of pasta for himself to avoid you picking off of his plate.
- You end up feeling a little guilty because of it and offer him food from your plate whenever you have some.
Trafalgar Law
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- He'll deadass use his devil fruit to cut your hands off before you touch his food. It's one of his pet peeves, people touching his food without asking. Baby 5 used to do it all the time when they were younger and she had to learn her lesson the hard way too.
- "LAW, WHAT THE FUCK ?!? PUT MY HANDS BACK NOW !!!"
- "Promise you won't pick at my plate without asking again."
- "IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS DUDE !!"
- But it is that serious to him and he wont put your hands back until you promise you won't swipe off of his plate without asking again. After you promise, he'll put them back and offer you food off of his plate but after seeing your own severed hands, you're not really hungry anymore.
- He's probably scarred you from ever picking off of his plate, and he feels sorta bad about it and does whatever he can to make it up to you after realizing that what he did was really fucking mean.
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