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beggingforxavier · 1 year

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Your Good Boy

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About: After a friend sends you a picture of Xavier and another girl, jealousy fuels you. He'll know who he belongs to after tonight.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: P in V, no condom, dirty talk, oral (f recieving), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, use of toys, crying, super!sub!Xavier.

It had been two hours since Yoko had texted you a picture of Bianca and Xavier from a Nightshades gathering. Her hand was resting on his right thigh, him laughing at something she said, eyes closed. Ever since you saw it, it made your blood boil. Was this why he didn’t want you joining the Nightshades?

You’ve been ignoring his texts, him probably drunk and needy from Yoko’s mixed drinks. The buzzing wouldn’t seem to stop, but it eventually dies down.

“Well, he can just go see Bianca.” You grumble to yourself, shutting your eyes tightly to try to will sleep to take over. Even though it was late, you couldn’t sleep, all you were doing was tossing and turning in your bed. With a frustrated sigh, you sit up and run a hand through your hair. “Fuck it.”

Fueled with jealousy and rage, you sneak out your window, scaling balconies until you land at your boyfriend’s.

You’re about to knock on the glass pane when you see movement inside. You rub your hand against the dusty glass to try to get a better look. Xavier is sitting in his desk chair, hand wrapped around his cock, pumping desperately. His sketchbook is open on the desk, and his other hand is held above it, making the image move. Squinting your eyes, you realize that it’s a drawing of you riding his cock roughly, your hips slamming together, your mouth open and chest heaving. How he got so much detail into that one drawing surprises you, and the fact that he’s jacking off to you melts the edges of your heart. But as soon as you remember why you’re there in the first place, your jaw sets and you pound on the glass.

Xavier jumps from where he’s sitting, cursing, and tucking himself into his pants. He turns around and tucks himself into his waistband, and then shuts his sketchbook before coming to the glass.

“Babe?” He asks, confusion marring his features, his brows coming together. “What’re you doing here?”

Regardless, he backs up so you can climb inside, and you do.

“Did you have a nice night?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Uh, yeah. I tried texting you.” A small blush rises to his cheeks, and he rubs the back of his neck. “It was just a small party….I-did you see me just now?”

“Of course I saw you jacking off.” You set your jaw again and Xavier takes in your features, becoming even more puzzled. “You’re bad.”

“Why are you angry? Your body language is so off.” He shakes his head, reaching his arms out towards you, still a little tipsy and needy.

“Get on the bed. Now.” You order, kicking off your shoes.

Xavier doesn’t move at first, concern flooding his brain, but eventually he sits on the edge of the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“How dare you fucking let her touch you like that.” You spit, cheeks flaming. Xavier cocks his head to the side, his eyes widening.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you not want me in the Nightshades because you want to fuck around behind my back?” You counter, arms crossing.

“What the fuck? No! I don’t want you to join the Nightshades because they can be a bunch of assholes sometimes. We do dumb stuff and you’re too good for us.”

“And apparently you’re the biggest asshole of them all.” Xavier’s eyes widen at your hurtful words. You drag your phone out of your pocket, opening the picture and dropping it in his lap. “If her hand was any higher, she’d be touching your dick.”

“Baby-“

“Strip.”

“What?”

“God, I said fucking strip, Xavier. And don’t you dare touch yourself.”

Gazing up at you in a mix of fear and excitement, he obliges, pulling his shirt over his head and tugging his sweatpants down, leaving him bare against his comforter.

Your eyes harden as you look down at your boyfriend, pushing down your hurt feelings until all you feel is a need to make him pay. You walk over to his bedside table and open the drawer, pulling out his vibrating cock ring. You toss it at his chest.

“Put it on. On high.” You tell him, starting to tug your shirt up and over your head.

You kick off your leggings and then pick them up off the floor, watching him slide the ring down to the base of his cock and he presses the button three times, turning it to its highest setting. He groans immediately, his hips pushing up into the air as the vibrations are overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK.” Xavier whimpers, the vibrations making his toes curl. “Baby, please.”

“No. You don’t have control over this.” You put your leggings on the end of the bed and climb up, straddling his thighs, sitting back on his firm legs. “You want to let other girls touch you? Then come home and jerk off to the thought of me? For that, you get punished. You can’t cum without my permission. Do you understand?”

Xavier nods wordlessly and brings his hands down to grip your hips, his eyes wide. You grab them and remove them immediately, pinning them above his head. His cock is hard still, his tip red and leaking. His chest is flushed, his stomach sucking in at the vibrations shooting up his length.

“Are you going to be able to be a good boy and not touch me?” You ask him, and Xavier groans, enjoying having you so close to him. He struggles against your hold a little, and you sigh. “That’s a no.”

“No, I’ll be good.” He says quickly, but you’re already moving to grab your discarded leggings.

He watches you as you wrap the material around his wrists and tie them tightly to the iron headboard. Xavier whines and struggles against the hold, just tightening them on his wrists.

“You couldn’t be good. Not a surprise.” You spit into your hand and bring it down to his cock.

“I’m your good boy.” He whimpers, eyes bulging as you collect his precum and start to stroke him quickly. “Holy shit!”

“Prove it.” You almost growl, your hand eager against his cock, stroking him without mercy. “Who do you belong to?”

“Y-You, I belong to you. I’m your good boy.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” His hips stutter, pushing up against your hand. “Please, please, wanna cum for you.”

Your hand is relentless on him, and he’s squirming, the vibrations and the pull of your hand too much. His chest is deep red now, and he has a look of desperation on his face.

“I-I….can I cum?” He whimpers, thrusting up into your hand. “Please, baby.”

You continue wordlessly, and he drags in a deep breath, trying desperately to hold it. You watch him carefully, and when you think it’s about to become too much, you pull off your hand and press the button to turn off the vibrations of the cock ring. Xavier lifts his butt off the bed, chasing your hand, frustration clear on his face as his impending orgasm dies instantly.

“Oh, my poor baby.” You climb up to straddle his stomach now, leaving his cock, weeping and solid. Reaching forward you grip his chin. “Open.”

Xavier opens his mouth, and you spit, letting a glob slowly slide past your lips down into his mouth.

“You want to cum, don’t you? Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask, your voice softer now, stroking the side of his face.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t realize, I pushed her away...” He looks up at you, feeling small and shy. “I only want you.”

Satisfied with his answer, you lean over to his bedside drawer again and pull out the wand he bought you on a whim the year prior. The one you were too afraid to keep in your shared bedroom and forced him to keep here where no one will ever find it.

You slide down his body once more, leaving a little wetness in the center of his stomach, turned on by seeing him helpless beneath you. Settling between his legs now, your hand moves down, turning on the vibrating cock ring again, and he grunts. Xavier’s toes curl again, and he throws his head back, his eyes closing. Though, when you turn on the wand and press it right underneath his tip, his head shoots back forward, a moan ripping from his throat.

“Holy shit!” He cries, and you continue to hold it there. “T-Too strong.”

“You can take it. I know you can. Be my good boy.” You coo, running your hand up and down his sucked-in stomach and down his thighs, just caressing him.

Xavier curses, bucking a little against the jolts of oversensitivity that run through him, but you just hold the wand there firmer. It doesn’t take much before he’s a begging mess beneath you.

“Gonna cum…can I? Please, oh my fucking God, I can’t hold it-“ He wails beneath you, louder than he normally is.

“Cum, Xavier.” You answer quickly, and he does.

Ropes of hot cum land on his lower stomach, and some on your hand as well, sliding down the sides of his shaft. The groans leaving his throat are filthy, and when your hand comes down on his thigh roughly, the slap echoes against the lofty ceilings.

But you don’t remove the wand, and soon Xavier’s sobbing, pulling desperately against his binds, the vibrations too much for him. Tears roll down his cheeks, staining his pale skin.

“Ah-baby, stop. I can’t-“

“Do you need your safe word?” You ask calmly, and he shakes his head indignantly. “Does it feel good?”

“Hurts…fuck, don’t stop.” Xavier pushes past the tears, his mouth falling open, pain mingling with pleasure at some moments, and he tries desperately to keep his hips against the mattress.

“Can you give me one more, baby?” Your words are soft and soothing, reaching up to rub under his eye and collect his tears.

You bring your thumb down to suck on the salty tears, moaning softly. Xavier’s eyes are still brimming, but he watches you. His cock keeps twitching now, and he starts to splutter as he gets closer. A sheen of sweat dons his skin, and you think he almost looks angelic.

“C-Can I?” He manages, and you bite your lip to hold back a self-satisfied smirk.

“Mhm. Go ahead, baby.” You tell him.

It only takes another minute before his cock is dribbling again, a sad, low flow down the sides of his cock and pooling at the base.

You immediately turn off the vibrations on both toys, pulling him carefully out of the cock ring and tossing them to the side.

“You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you. ‘M gonna take care of you now. You want my pussy?” You question, and he nods as you reach up to untie his hands.

When they’re finally free, Xavier rubs his wrists and then brings his hand to your hair, stroking softly.

“I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you climb up, straddling his waist now, and lean down to kiss him softly.

“I know.” You reach between you and stroke him slowly, trying not to make it painful for him, but he’s overstimulated so he hisses. Despite the pain, you can feel him hardening against your palm. “I’m gonna ride you.”

Xavier nods again, and soon you’re sinking down onto his cock. Your wet cunt swallows him easily, inner thighs wet from watching him fall apart so many times and beg to cum. You slide down until he’s as deep inside you as he can be – and you rock your hips. The cum from his prior orgasms sticks messily to your core and butt now, making you even slicker. His hands grip your hips, helping you move with sloppy rolls. Moans spill from your lips, and you press your hands to his chest to get more support. Oversensitive, he’s still a mess beneath you, gasping, his eyes wide but mind empty as he fucks up into you. His eyes shut tightly as he tries desperately to keep his orgasm at bay.

“B-babe…sweetheart, not gonna last.” He manages to get out, but you don’t stop, chasing your own orgasm now.

Xavier’s fingers grip your hips tighter, enough to bruise and he bucks up into you as he cums a third time, barely anything dripping out of him at this point. His face is screwed up and he moans high in his throat, almost a whine. He pants and your hips still now on him, Xavier being fully fucked dumb, gazing up at you in adoration.

You pull off him, knowing he’s too oversensitive to continue, settling back on his stomach. His eyes trail over your chest and back up to your face, his eyes widening as through his foggy brain he realizes that you didn’t cum. Embarrassment floods through him, and he reaches up and cups your cheek. His eyes fill with tears again, feeling guilty and so, so spent.

“I’m so fucking sorry. Come up here, ride my face.” He offers, and you finally smile that self-satisfied smirk down at him, able to tell how spent he is, but he’s so desperate to please you that he’d do anything.

You climb up his body, hovering over his face. Xavier immediately sinks two of his long fingers inside of you, and his tongue seeks out your clit. He sucks lazily, and you slowly grind your hips against his mouth. His tongue flattens against your clit so you can get the most friction possible.

He groans against your pussy as you roll your hips faster. Gripping onto his hair by the root, you use his mouth. His fingers drag in and out of you, your juices dripping down his wrist. Xavier slurps at your messy cunt, until you fall apart above him, legs shaking, and head thrown back as you moan his name.

Rolling off him, you take his fingers into your mouth and suck on your juices, before leaning down and pressing your cum-covered tongue into his tired mouth. He groans and sucks on your tongue, tearing another moan from your throat. After a moment, you pull away and smooth his sweaty hair back away from his face.

“I love you so much, Xavier. You did so good. Made me so proud tonight.” You murmur, leaning down and peppering his face with kisses. Xavier takes in a shaky breath, and slowly starts to weep against your shoulder. “I know, baby. I know. Let it out.”

“I-I love you too. I t-tried to be good for you. I’m sorry.”

“You are my good boy. I promise.” You nuzzle against him. “I was just showing you who you belong to. Was it too much?”

Xavier shakes his head, rubbing at his tears. You kiss them away and press your forehead to his.

“I know who I belong to. I deserved to be punished.” He sighs and looks up at you, tears starting to dry up. “I won’t let something like that happen again. I don’t want you to feel like you aren’t the most important girl in the world to me. If you really want to join the Nightshades, I’ll make it happen.”

You make a face, and he chuckles a little.

“How about we clean you up, baby? You’re covered…” You grin smugly as you look down at his cum-covered body.

Xavier nods, shutting his eyes for a minute and letting you get up to grab a damp cloth. Turning back, you take your time studying him. You’d never been prouder of him before. You can tell he’s starting to drift off, the night too much for him.

You start to clean him up, very gently rubbing the cool washcloth against his tired, warm skin.

“I love you.” He mutters, half asleep.

“I love you too, baby. Sleep now. I’ve got you.”

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seyaryminamoto · 2 months

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Fic-to-Art #38: Ozai carries Azula to the physicians' wing

This has been done for A WHILE now, but I didn't post it because the past days have been chaotic and not just on a personal level. For one thing, I really wasn't eager to drop this when people were losing their shit massively over the liveaction and its recontextualization of Azula and Ozai's dynamics, I didn't look forward to releasing this just to be told that whatever I've done in my story is somehow wrong, sooooooooo... that held me back, for a few days.

Then? The AI-Tumblr deal started to be talked about and I may or may not have freaked out about that too. Sooo... this is the first glazed and nightshaded piece of my creation, as consequence. The original, clean and proper version is available in my Patreon. Is this me being a dick to Tumblr-only people? Unfortunately, it very much isn't, I'm not trying to say that if you want the best iterations of my art, you should pay me for it... this is squarely, entirely, at staff/the CEO's feet. Obviously, there's the insecure side of me that goes "what makes you think they'd steal YOUR art when there are so many better artists out there!" but ultimately? AI is about taking everything en masse. It isn't a matter of developing a criteria about who makes the better art... it's just taking EVERYTHING and trying to repurpose it in whatever twisted way it needs to. Therefore? I think my choice is more of a matter of caution than anything else. Once AI bullshit dies out (and I really hope it does), we may just return to the same level of quality across all my accounts. For now, it is what it is.

ANYWAY! Point is this artwork is very much what my Patrons happened to vote for this month, a very shocking scene where Ozai reacted in the least foreseen way to Azula being attacked. Azula's confusion/terror comes from a place of not knowing what to do and being powerless to stop her father even if she doesn't feel comfortable with his help... but for once, Ozai isn't making a dreadful choice that will only devastate his daughter. He's actually worried about her health... and feeling genuine guilt over what landed her in the situation where she was in danger in the first place. Yes. I like me my complex Ozai who finally learned actions have consequences. He bores me to death otherwise :') if anyone STILL doesn't know that this whole situation is Gladiator-specific, then I shall clarify fully: this is artwork based on my fic. It's about a story that has been developing these characters for ALMOST ELEVEN YEARS now. It has nothing to do with whatever's going on in canon or in the liveaction, the scene in question was written almost two years ago and the artwork proposed and voted for several days before the liveaction aired. Ergo: there is no connection between this and that. Nor am I saying through this piece that Ozai is a good father. He is not. He can still be an interesting character to work with on a narrative level anyway :')

Alright. With that out of the way, hope you guys like this piece! The big one I haven't posted is ALSO finished, also glazed and nightshaded, but I think I might just end up posting it on the 26th if I don't have time to do anything big for our eleventh anniversary... yep, I'm so busy I don't even have a huge project in mind this time. Also? I have a lot to write and I'm finally happily writing it, and I would like to continue doing that...

Anyway! If you would like to be part of the creative process behind this piece, as well as see it in its proper, OG, less color-bleeding clunky version? A $1 Patreon pledge gives you the chance to join in suggesting prompts, voting for them and reading Gladiator snippets 6 days before a new chapter is released!

#fic-to-art project #ozai #azula #obviously this was the February piece #and I'm very sorry for the long time it took me to post it but #god I hate it every time there's any “new” thing going on in this franchise #has nothing to do with me and yet it's always a pain because people with the STALEST takes #start to spring out and start trying to police what's going on in the fandom #even people with sense are saying things that blow my mind lately #... so yeah I don't feel entirely safe posting anything to do with my work lately #but hopefully that will change :')#for now enjoy this one

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bruciemilf · 2 months

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Hii!

I was wondering if you had any n.sfw type of headcanons for Harvey vs Two Face when they're being intimate? 🤭

Because of the Jason Dent AU fic, part of me thinks TwoFace might be a pillow princess for Matches 😅

I mean, I try to assume couples are versatile but was also curious if you felt either would be more or less likely to enjoy something over the other. Or if they'd be pretty much the same in their wants/desires. Hope this makes sense!

Really like your blog. Your post with Batfam Twitter about Harvey breaking out of Arkham to take Bruce out on dates is part of what got me into them 😍🥹

HOOOO. NSFW ahead!!! Minors don’t interact, please and thank you!!

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I’m so goddam thirsty for this man. No, — it’s unhealthy. I’m like a feral Resident Evil nightmare that escaped confinement and I’m in need of emergency euthanasia.

In my heart I can’t imagine Harvey or TF bottoming. But it also really depends on!! I could maybe see Harvey, whimpering like a goddam mess, Bruce bounces on his dick like a fucking horny rabbit, and TF snarling, “Fuckin’ wimp.” (He loves it)

One thing’s for sure thought; These mfs are So Nasty.

Two-Face is big on degradation; Bruce’s pleasure is extremely important for him, and while he prioritizes his baby doll getting the best treatment possible, you can catch him shoving Batman on his knees anytime, anywhere.

“C’mon, sweet boy. Use that smart ass mouth for something useful. “

And Bruce can’t ever say no 😔 He has them memorized down to the veins

Also you bet Harvey’s hung as hell. 10 inches. Bruce has higher chances of ending up in the ER after fucking than fighting.

DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY-

I just know for a fact Two-Face always has Bruce on his lap when he’s playing poker.

Either when Bruce is disguised, or just normal. Besides, Brucie Wayne is basically Harvey’s glorified blow up doll. So what if he’s around the room while talking essential business? So what if he’s witness to it?

Black Mask makes that comment exactly once and Harvey paints his brass knuckles red <333 “Tsk. Fucker got blood on my watch.”

God help you if Bruce wears red lipstick around this bastard. They’ll make out so messily. Everywhere. At any time. Cause Harvey’s not stopping until Bruce begs him to let him breathe.

SCAR WORSHIP.

MUTUAL

SCAR WORSHIP

Harvey will call Bruce princes while fucking him doggy style, his belt tightly snaked around his neck. He makes the prettiest noises, punched out moans and tiny little gasps. “Ah, heh— you came? Again? You’re making a mess, sweetheart.”

I genuinely do think rough sex is their go to, but like. Loving rough sex? Nevertheless, when one or both have an off day, when Gotham’s nightshade hand punches just a little too hard, they find sanctuary in each other’s softness.

Sometimes Bruce gets fucked with Harvey between his legs, spread like a last meal on his WE office, his smaller hands sinking in his man’s broad shoulders. And he’ll say nothing except his name, like a mantra.

“Harvey. I love you.”

“I know.”

“Bastard,” Bruce laughs rarely, and when he does, it feels like a prize, “Say it back. Both of you.”

“Tch. Brat. We love you. Happy?”

“Always.”

#ANYWAY THEM #bruharvey #nsft #1 8 0 - HORNYHOURS #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #harvey dent #two face #dc two face #twobats #batman #bottom bruce wayne #text #text post #asks

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batbusiness-schooldropout · 1 year

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I've decided that with Gotham the way it is, the chances of genetic mutations is extremely high. Especially if you're young and constantly exposing yourself to various pollutants and toxins. So basically everyone who was a Robin has some kind of mutation.

Dick is exactly 1.89% more flexible than an Olympic gymnast.

Magic (and its side effects) affects Jason very strongly. Especially magics that rejuvenate or repair things.

Tim has a ridiculously high tolerance to plant based toxins. Urushiol, formic acid, hemlock, nightshade, caffeine. He'd need to be exposed to enough of the stuff to kill a dozen people just to feel a little off.

Steph is just slightly more durable than a human has any right to be. She heals faster than the average person but only by about 3days usually.

Damian's bones are becoming less dense the longer he lives in Gotham. Less dense but more durable. He has an easier time jumping around, and sometimes, when he's very happy or excited, he starts to hop around a little.

Cass sometimes gets headaches. Afterwards, for about half an hour, she sees colours near people. These seem to correlate to what emotions she sees them experiencing

#batfam #gotham #gotham changes you #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #cassandra cain #black bat

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 months

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Scratch

《Stray!Au Dick Grayson / Reader》

In this Au, I picture Dick running away from Gotham Foster care before he was adopted by Bruce. Meeting Selina during one of her robberies.

The young acrobat, not wanting to be caught by security guards. Immediately hides and swings away from them without notice!

Fortunately, Selina noticed the little stray...

Now, taken under her care. Dick becomes Selina's protégé.

What of Batman?

Well... You become the next Robin.. Sort of?

"Hiya Squeeks...~" Stray says slyly, gently taking your hand like a gentleman. You eye him shyly, frowning as you look away.

"Aw... What's the matter? Upset that your Boss couldn't come with?" He mocks playfully.

You roll your eyes, turning away. Trying to take back your hand, yet he doesn't relase it.

"Did I hit a nerve Squeaks?" He asks, a bit more genuine as he approaches you.

You take advantage of that, about to land a hit on him. He dodges quickly, laughing.

"C'mon Squeaks! I was just teasing! Cats honor!" He swipes at you, causing you to stumble back.

"Teasing?" You ask meekly as he smiles.

""Teasing"... Not!" He sticks his tounge out playfully.

"Well, maybe... Depending how long I can keep you away from your pesky Boss-"

Your eyes widen, hurriedly turning away and glancing at Batman as he fights Catwoman.

You yelp when realizing the trick as you try to go over to help. But Stray tackles you down, laughing.

"Who said I was done, Mouse? A cat never leaves his prey... Until he has his full!"

"Let go! Jerk!" You whined, trying to push him away as he held you down in a embrace. Nuzzling your face a bit, playfully nipping at your exposed skin.

"No-..." His words slowly die as he raises his head. He sees a shadow cover him as he glances up at the "Big-Bad-Bat."

"Do you mind?" He scoffed at the older vigilante. Glancing back down at you with a look that read, "can you belive this guy?"

Batman glared down harshly at the two of you.

You squeal in terror at the look, immediately punching Stray in the face. Knocking him out cold. Yet...

His body collapsed on top of you.

"..." Batman turns away.

"...I'm sorry!" You wail in a hurry, trying to move the thief away. Unsure if you were apologizing to Batman or Stray...

[Ta-Da! As promised! Stray appetizer! Lol! I wanted an excuse to write about an awkward hero (y/n). Also, I don't know alot of mouse themed heros. What's up with that? Anyway, thanks for reading! This was pure fun! Prince of Poison content will be out soon!]

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writing-rat · 5 months

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Competitive No More

Pairing: Bianca x Reader x Wednesday

Requesed by: @iamthewoe

Content Warning: Double Penetration, Both Wednesday and Bianca have a dick, cat reader, you have a tail, restrained

Summary: Wednesday and Bianca both want you when Wednesday has a proposition.

Word Count: 1481

Wednesday and Bianca were more competitive. People could tell from how they acted with each other. Where there were insults, there were glares and growls at each other instead. They were clearly disagreeing over something and no one knew what. It wasn’t about the top place in fencing as Wednesday and Bianca were actually tied. They thought it had to do with how one wanted to be the best, however, both girls were content staying tied, in fact, it was better for both of them.

No, only the Nightshades knew the only reason for the fighting. It was over one certain student, their name being Y/N. This led to how you were currently with Enid, just talking to her and smiling as your cat tail was swaying about happily Bianca and Wednesday were staring, then glaring at each other before Wednesday was thinking. “Why don’t we share them?” she asked. Bianca looked over quickly at Wednesday, shock in her eyes. “What do you mean?” she asked curiously, tilting her head with a soft smirk. “You date them, I date them too. Isn’t that simple enough for your small fish brain?” Wednesday sassed out. Bianca then shrugged and thought. “It’ll just be like our fencing title. That’s shared,” Wednesday added.

“Alright, but we get to share them equally, got it?” Bianca asked, Wednesday nodded.

It was 3 weeks after agreeing to share, and one had yet to ask. They were both scared to ask you out, so they decided to not ask yet. Wednesday didn’t want to seem pathetic, and Bianca was scared of rejection. You were currently in class with the 2, staring at the teacher as you listened to her. “Now, partner up into groups of 3. You will be working on a presentation for a week, talking about dangerous plants,” the teacher spoke. Just as you got up, Bianca and Wednesday were already by your side. “We will work with you,” Wednesday stated as Bianca nodded with a smirk.

“Yeah, just want to make sure you pass,” Bianca nonchalantly said as she grabbed her bag. “Want to go to my room to do the presentation? Divina practically lives with Yoko now so it’s free,” Bianca asked.

Shocked by having 2 partners already, you nodded with a small smile. You wondered why some of the most popular people in the school wanted to work with you when you were practically nothing, well, minus one of the only cat people there. You walked with both of them as they spoke, your tail swaying and your ears back, not wanting to interrupt the 2. You knew that Wednesday and Bianca could be cruel after all if they were interrupted. “So, Y/N, how are you today?” Bianca asked after a little chat with Wednesday, both realising you weren’t contributing quickly. You, meanwhile, blinked in shock at them talking to you but you didn’t say anything about that. “I am doing good,” you spoke politely. “You?” you added on quickly.

“Dreadful,” Wednesday before Bianca smirked.

“She’s doing good I promise, same as me,” she spoke before you were at the Siren’s dorm. You knew from the house you were in and also you knew where Bianca stayed. Wednesday walked in first, you following then Bianca behind you, closing the door.

Just as quickly as you had entered, you were pinned down against Bianca, who was holding your hips while Wednesday held your shoulders and smirked. “I can't resist it anymore,” she spoke before she kissed your neck gently. Bianca meanwhile kissed the other side. “W-what?” you practically moaned out.

“You don’t know how much we both wanted you, that’s why we were fighting for a few weeks. We agreed to share you though, if you want,” Bianca spoke, her hands starting to stroke your tail. Moaning, you gasped and arched your back as you were nodding, feeling how Wednesday was pressing her bulge against your thigh while Bianca’s was against your ass. Bianca grinded against you as she kissed your neck. You had a feeling your underwear wouldn’t be saved after this experience. “Words baby,” Bianca mumbled as Wednesday groped your breast suddenly.

“Please, I want you both,” you obeyed like a dog, Bianca’s hand stroking your tail faster as you whimpered and whine, cumming just from that admittedly and you knew that both of them knew. They looked at you like wolves looking at prey, which made you even more turned on. “Strip,” Wednesday demanded, Bianca went over to her bed and got a pair of handcuffs out while Wednesday also joined her. You did as told, quickly taking off your jacket, shirt, tie, bra, underwear and skirt as you neatly put them in the corner.

“Bed, now,” Bianca added on to the commands. You quickly lay down, Wednesday approaching you with a set of handcuffs. She roughly grabbed your hands and put them around the bedframe, before putting them on. You were now trapped on the bed. “The safeword is pineapple,” Bianca stated as she was walking over to her. “One in her mouth, the other in her pussy?” Bianca asked. Wednesday nodded. “I want to use her mouth first,” Wednesday stated and Bianca nodded before she was going between your legs. Wednesday meanwhile tilted your head and was standing. You licked her dick gently before Bianca was rubbing your clit, wanting to ease you into it as she was being gentle, rubbing your pussy with her other fingers, trying to make sure that she could insert a finger in first. You were sucking Wednesday’s dick meanwhile, moaning as you were licking and sucking her tip before taking in a few more inches. Wednesday let out a light groan as she let you take your time at first. She liked the vibrations of your moans on her dick.

Eventually, Bianca entered a finger inside of you which caused you to let out a louder, muffled moan. You kept sucking Wednesday, who was slowly starting to thrust into your mouth. You allowed it though, wanting to pleasure both of the girls as you were starting to let them take control. “She’s taking you so well, hm?” Bianca teased, thrusting her finger in, slowly and gently. “Yes, she is taking it better than anyone ever will. Might have to keep her,” Wednesday grunted out before she was fully thrusting it into your mouth. You gagged a few times but kept taking it as Bianca had entered 3 fingers at that point. She concluded it was enough before she entered into her. You moaned as you opened your legs wider before she wrapped them around herself as she was going to be able to enter deeper. She was halfway in, however, slowly entering more and more. Wednesday soon came into your mouth before she pulled out, giving you the choice to spit it out or swallow. You proceeded to swallow it, moaning louder when Bianca was soon thrusting inside you, fully in and noticing you were distracted.

“Fuck,” you moaned out louder as you threw your head back. Bianca smirked as Wednesday thought. “Ever tried double penetration?” she asked both of you. “No,” you moaned out nervously. “I can try,” you added quickly.

“Let’s give it a shot then, huh baby?” Bianca asked. You nodded as Wednesday smirked, soon entering inside of you as Bianca stopped her movements just to help her enter inside. Wednesday eventually was fully inside too before Bianca smirked. “Rough and fast immediately,” Wednesday spoke, they seemingly had planned this. Bianca smirked, holding your hip with one hand and the other rubbing your clit while Wednesday groped at your beasts and rubbed your nipples. You were gasping as you were gripping the bed sheets, practically ripping them as you were arching your back. Bianca and Wednesday were in perfect rhythm and pace as you couldn’t even open your eyes due to the pleasure. They smirked as they noticed that before they were both kissing each other, Wednesday removed one hand from your breast and instead groped Bianca’s breast. Bianca stopped holding your hip and rubbed Wednesday’s ass as they kept going. You couldn’t help it as they were hitting your g-spot before you came on both of their dicks. Bianca and Wednesday smirked as they kissed, and after a few more thrusts, they sped up.

They were whispering to each other before they came at the same time, as you were panting. Slowly they pulled out before they looked down at you. “Need some water and food?” Bianca asked.

“Just cuddles,” you mumbled out. Bianca looked at Wednesday who nodded. “We can have food and water tomorrow,” Wednesday confirmed before getting into bed and holding you gently. Bianca meanwhile went behind you too and held the both of you, smiling.

“Goodnight,” she spoke and kissed your forehead as Wednesday was nuzzled into your neck. You smiled, quickly falling asleep.

#ratboy writing #ratboy writes #wednesday #bianca barclay x wednesday addams x reader #bianca barclay x reader x wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader x bianca barclay #wednesday addams x bianca barclay x reader #reader x wednesday addams x bianca barclay #reader x bianca barclay x wednesday addams

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infoglitch · 6 months

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I have opinions. On jaune. (Shipping wise)

To clarify this is just my opinion. And my opinion is

garbage

But I want to talk about my favorite noodle so stfu Im talking.

And this is not me going "oh this is how jaune should be treated in every single shiping fic". This is just me acting like I have a huge dick and stating my terrible, terrible opinions.

Let's start.

1: jaune doesn't get bitches. The Bitches, get him.

Not to some of you I know you're all kicking screaming vomiting and crying because "obobobo b-but jaune has to pull bitches! I-its the only way I can escape this cr-"

SHUT

First, Jaune is not a self insert nor is he a character we project ourselves on. he is a character who has flaws and has his own personality.

He's an idiot and most of the times is a pessimist trying to be an optimist.

He gets things wrong, and he does really dumb stuff like faking his transcripts. He's not you, he's not me, he's not anyone else aside from Jaune

So when I say he doesn't get bitches, that's not being mean it's just kind of the truth, Jaune does not have a lot of confidence and when he does flirt he does it in really terrible ways, (just ask V1-3 Weiss)

But that's not everything I say because I also made sure to add that the bitches get him. Jaune is the kind of character who fails when he's trying because hes trying to seem like he's got things under control, he's going overboard which results in him comically failing, but when he's just being himself being a genuine person he does things really well. He is very much terrible at flirting and man has no skill with women, and he lacks confidence. Which leads to number 2.

2: Jaune is not cool. (In a good way)

Look I love my noodle man but even I can admit he is cringy. He does things to the max when he sets his mind to it which will fail. Because when he does those things he doesn't have either the confidence or the understanding he needs to do it. Take literally any attempt with Weiss he's tried asking her out, he's failed constantly because one he tries to impress which with Weiss makes him seem like he's just another fake face, after her heart for her name (which he isn't, it's just due to misunderstanding) he runs head first without the context or the confidence. He tries to impress but he comes off awkward like he doesn't know what he's doing. (Like that one time he tried asking her to the dance by playing the guitar and FAILING miserably.)

But just because jaune doesn't have the confidence or understanding doesn't mean he can't be cool.

He just can't be cool all the time. Jaune is a terrible liar and he's just upfront alot of the time. He's genuine and he is metaphorically unable to actually hurt people without getting welled up with emotions.

He's only killed ONE person, ONE actual person and we all know what that did to me. He broke and he was probably horribly traumatized.

Next is number 3

3: JAUNE IS NOT A SEX PRO.

Do I even need to elaborate on this? Please I don't want to elaborate on this!

I have to? Oh god... Ok FINE I'll elaborate

There are many, MANY jaune fics that I don't like in certain aspects. And if their smut expecting to see atleast one thing.

Jaune not being a Dom. Or you know, not having experience.

Jaune.. is a idiot and he's... He's not skilled in a lot of things. And one thing that just BURNS me is jaune switching up and being all dominant and aggressive (that's one of the things I wanna avoid writing jaune as)

Just let the noodle be tender or Inexperienced, At least if this is his first time.

And on a semi-related note I remember reading this one nightshade fanfic that I really liked, where it had Blake asking Weiss for advice on Jaune when it came to sex and in the fic Blake had experience meanwhile jaune didn't and was nervous if they did fuck he wouldnt reach a vague standard he put. It was a really good fic, it was really hot as well and I can't find it and it drives me up the fuckin wall because I really wanna read it again because it helped prove my point when it comes to jaune having sex and it's just- UGH. (Please if you know what the fick is just message me the link I beg you, PLEASE of you find send it to ME!)

Look I just REALLY like jaune (to a concerning degree even) and I just REALLY wanna talk about how I view him and I just... I just can't cause I suck at writing essays cause my brains just-

"ok I'm gonna write this- OH I GOT A NEW IDEA IM GONNA WRITE THIS- oh but theres also this and- BUNNY RABBIT"

Ugh I hate my brain and my attention span.

Anyway my trashy opinions on my second favorite character aside. Have a golden day and cheers.

Rock on till ya drop tata mothafuckers 🤘

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby ships #my opinions are terrible.

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decepti-thots · 1 year

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i think maybe earthspark tarantulas and shockwave should be exes. idw1 inspired tarantulas means he must have AN awful breakup imo, it's just his legacy, but lbr. idw prowl is not likely to work here. so. tarantulas and shockwave worked together in idw1 once upon a time, it's a reference, and also they could have broken up bc shockwave was a massive dick about tarantulas' new earth alt. also, then tarantulas could be extremely delighted nightshade owned his ass with like zero effort, which is fun. im right

#tarantulas 🤝 nightshade #dunking on that loser shockwave #earthspark spoilers #tarantulas #shockwave #earthspark

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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Tango à Deux

Hi 👉👈 I hope you enjoy this one <3 I had fun writing it :)

Also, Nightshade!batsis is always somewhere between 25-30 years old (unless specified otherwise).

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Slade Wilson x batsis!reader (Nightshadeverse)

Word count: 4561

Warnings: 16+ content, swear words (a lot of 'em), heated making out

Summary: Hey, thoughts on a Batsis! (Or Supersis!) reader caught making out with Deathstroke of all people?

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“I think he saw me”

“You think he did?”

“Yep, saw me. Made eye contact and lifted his glass”

“Well that’s just superb”

“I mean, we knew he would spot us eventually but I didn’t think it would be this quick”

“Dick, it was announced everywhere we'd be here, and we're currently very visible on the balcony like this. So yeah. Slade would have found us instantly. And he knows we’re observing him now, so we can’t lose sight of him for a fraction of a second”

“What is he even doing here?”

“I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he's on a contract”

“Wow, really helpful, thanks”

“Hey, you asked–”

“Don't even start with that”

Your eyes went back and forth between Tim and Dick as they spiraled down, sipping your champagne. You refrained from pointing out to Tim that Slade had moved across the room to sit at the bar while he argued with Dick.

Tim rolled his eyes and Dick shook his head.

“Anyway. Moving on. Since he already knows we’re here, should we move to confront now?”

You sighed loudly, reminding your brothers you were still, in fact, right beside them. “It's funny how two of the most brilliant strategists I know turn into headless chickens as soon as Slade Wilson makes an appearance. What's so special about him that it makes you lose your mind like this anyway?”

They both looked at you like you had grown another head. Of course you knew who Slade Wilson was, and most importantly, what he was capable of. You had never gone toe to toe with the man yourself, but you knew he was a formidable foe whose prowess could easily rival your family's, and you knew that he could probably break your spine in half without really trying. Still, from up on the balcony, he didn't seem so threatening.

“You're joking right?” Dick asked, disbelief written all over his face.

You shrugged. “Doesn't seem like much to me”

“That's because you never fought him” Tim shook his head. “We'll come up with a plan, okay? We'll ambush him and drive him away–”

You rolled your eyes and let out an even louder sigh than before, effectively interrupting Tim. “There's really no need to cause a scene, boys”

“And what is your amazing plan then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Because he will make a scene if it’s not air tight”

“He’s right,” Dick nodded. “Going in like this is reckless and dangerous”

“Not if I go alone, it won’t be” You replied. “Trust me, okay?”

“Tiny wing,” He warned. “I know Slade, he’s not going to make this easy, not for one of us”

“Well, you know what they say” You knocked back your remaining champagne and shoved your glass into Dick's hands, then pivoted on the ball of your feet and made your way to the grand stairway. You paused after a few steps away, sending them a smug smirk over your shoulder. “Never send a man to do a woman's job”

You left them behind, stunned and confused by your choice of words. Then, just as you were about to be out of earshot, you heard Dick yell after you in half panic, half realization. “Wait, what do you mean by a woman’s job?”

You snickered under your breath at the sheer alarm in his voice, then sobered up your expression and masked all traces of anything but a polite façade. You easily slipped back into your Wayne heir role, greeting people as you passed them and smiling politely as was expected of you.

You finally made your way to the bar, spotting the silver hair and broad shoulders of your target. You made a show of sliding in the free seat next to him and flagged a waiter. His head turned slightly to the side, his one good eyes burning into you as you ordered your drink. He knew you knew he was watching you, but you kept your eyes forward, feigning to ignore him completely. Only once you received your drink did he speak.

“They resorted to sending the B team?” He asked, then gave a little unimpressed scoff. “Whatever you are up to, little bird, it won’t work”

You smiled for a second, electing to let his comment about being the B team slide as not to play his game. Still not looking at him, you folded the napkin in from of you into a neat triangle “You know, it is very rude not to ask the host of this soirée to a dance”

From the corner of your eye, you saw him pause to register your words. He took his sweet time to answer. “You're not hosting this”

You shrugged. “I financed it. Same difference”

“Daddy's money” He corrected. “Daddy's money financed it”

You finally turned your head in his direction and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Under my request”

He held eye contact for a good half of a minute, then scoffed and took a sip of his drink. He placed the glass back on the coaster and shook his head. “I would have believed your dancing card would be full by now” He said after a moment. “So many… tasteful men must have already asked you to accompany them”

“Ah yes, I suppose enough did to keep me busy all evening” Amusement danced in your eyes. “But perhaps I find them too tasteful for my liking, I wouldn't want busy to become boring”

He gave you a long look, as if appraising you for the first time. He adjusted his position in his seat. “You know, you’re coming off as pretty annoying. Coming right up to me and making demands like that”

The corners of your lips curved up in a subtle grin. “I prefer the term relentless”

“Oh, and she’s got vocabulary too” His tone turned condescending. Yet, he kept engaging with you instead of just leaving, as he should have done in the first place. “Where’d you learn that, prep school for rich brats?”

“Yeah, you should go someday, maybe they could do something with you too” You took another sip as his good eye narrowed, a careful annoyance brewing behind his brooding stare. “Y’know, find yourself better insults than ‘rich brat’. Frankly, it’s been overdone”

Oh yeah, if he didn’t want to throttle you to the sun before, he definitely did now.

“You’ve got a pretty mouth on you, kid” He took a deep breath and finished the rest of his drink. “But somebody’s gonna shut it for you permanently if you don’t learn to be more careful who you use it against”

“Many have tried, just as many have failed” You sighed. “If only there was something you could do about it. Something I made very obvious in the very first words I spoke to you”

His jaw clenched and you didn’t even try to conceal the glee it brought to you to rile him up this way. Yeah, he could kill you before anyone could stop him, but even he wasn’t as stupid to openly kill the princess of Gotham, especially not in front of your two brothers who anxiously watched his every move. Dealing with the whole batch of bats sounded like a headache and an effective way to never be left alone for the rest of his life. So he bit his cheek and decided to indulge in this game of yours a little bit longer.

“You’re not gonna leave until you get a fucking dance, are you?”

You laughed in a short, melodic tone that took him by surprise. “No, I don’t think I am”

He grumbled and got out of his seat, offering you his arm. Gotcha. “Be careful what you wish for, Miss Wayne”

With satisfaction written all over your face, you slid out of your seat and linked your arm with his. As he led you to the dancefloor, the pair of you attracted stares from all over the room. Slade was a handsome man, and the suit that previously allowed him to blend in with the crowd now made him stand out as a wealthy and classy older bachelor. If only they could see him in his other suit, you thought. Then perhaps they would stare for a completely different reason.

The live band took notice of your arrival in the middle of the dancefloor and began to play a rather high tempo valse carrying a melody in minor notes that made you feel like you were in one of those dramatic movies. With a stiff hand on your waist and the other in a cold grasp around yours, you began to spin around with the other couples that had joined in, gliding around them like they weren't even there. From truly up close like you were right now, Slade was much more impressive. His strong frame only added to his already intimidating height; you could almost see the seams of his jacket straining around his shoulders. You had never really paid attention to how attractive he was before tonight, but having him right here in front of you, you couldn't help but gratuitously check him out.

“Something interesting about my neck, miss Wayne?” He didn't even look at you when he spoke, choosing instead to do a visual swipe of the room.

“Hm, simply admiring the view, that's all” You replied easily before a wicked grin took over your expression. “Why, are you afraid I might bite it off?”

He finally gave you a deadpan look. “You're not ready for this fight, kid”

“Easy tiger, I was joking” You rolled your eyes. “... Unless that's something you're into”

You could feel his muscles go rigid for a second by the way his hands tightened around yours like a reflex, before he masked his reaction. When he met your eyes again, the annoyance was back ten folds.

“Resorting to flirting to extract knowledge from your target?” He asked, unimpressed, then scoffed. “How juvenile and predictable”

You tilted your head to the side. “And what would I want to know?”

He opened his mouth to reply, then closed it almost instantly. You smirked.

“I know you're here for a target” You filled his silence. He kept his expression neutral. “I could ask who they are, but I hardly care, to be honest. Most of these are rich assholes, and they suck”

“Yet you are one one them” He tsked.

“Astute observation” You made a mocking face, then faked a gasp. “Am I your target?”

He spun you in a circle, making your dress flow beautifully around you, and brought you flush against his chest. He leaned forward until his mouth hovered above your ear. “You'd already be dead if I was here for you”

He then took a step back to regain a respectful distance and kept going. You let yourself be guided for a few seconds afterwards, lightheaded from the quick sequence of action that had just happened. Somehow, the way he said those words activated the primal part of your brain, and for some reason, you found it incredibly hot. Ignoring the fact that you were now threading in dangerous territory, you forced yourself out of your daze and focused on the task at hand.

“My my, Mr. Wilson, you do know how to talk to a lady” You teased, but there was a breathlessness in your voice that undoubtedly didn't go unnoticed by him. For the first time of the night, smugness and satisfaction shone quietly in his good eye. “Be still my heart”

“So you weren't just being poetic when you said tasteful men bored you” He remarked. “I wasn't quite expecting that of the famous princess of Gotham, although I should have. You're most acquainted with violence, after all”

“If only you knew half of it…” You trailed off as the song came to an end.

Yet, he didn't release you nor did he walk away. The next song began and you easily fell into the rhythm as if you had practiced the steps together a thousand times.

“Color me intrigued”

“Now, now, Mr. Wilson” You clicked your tongue at him. “This hardly seems fair, that I'm the only one to reveal information like this, don't you think?”

His chuckle was devoid of actual humour as he realized where you had been leading him all along. You had carefully roped him in his own curiosity and he had willingly jumped into the net. “Devious little minx”

You grinned. “I propose a simple exchange. A secret for a name”

You didn't have to specify which name, it was already a given. How much money was worth his target anyway? Nothing that was significant in the grand scheme of things; nothing he would notice in his already overflowing bank account. However, it seemed the little bat he had yet to meet before tonight was an interesting character, to say the least. He first thought you to be this annoyingly chirpy bird like Grayson, always righteous and perfectly golden… Until you weren't. He didn't have you quite figured out yet, but you were the kind of trouble that if left unchecked, could become a real problem.

He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to see it all unfold.

“A secret for a name” He repeated with a hum, then gave you a stern look. “You better make it good, because that's half a mil you now owe me”

“I'll personally hand deliver you a check for that amount if you deem I wasted your time”

“I'll hold you to that, Miss Wayne” He said before directing his attention to the balcony, where your brothers still watched you. Once they made eye contact, Slade mouthed the name Andreas Barletti, and your brothers were off in a second. “Hope they’ve got him out by the time we’re done here, or I’m going after him anyway”

“I’m certain we won’t get to that point, Mr. Wilson” You replied. “My brothers are quite efficient when a life is at stakes, I’m sure you know it as well as I do”

“Unfortunately I do” He said as he pulled you into another spin, slipping calculatedly between two elderly couples. You barely grazed them as you passed them, gracefully gliding across the floor. “Now you better make good on your promise”

“Of course” You smiled. “I’ll even be so nice as to let you choose which kind of secret you want to know. Would you be interested in some prime blackmail material on any of these gentlemen in the room tonight? Perhaps dirty laundry on their wives? Buried fiscal scandals that could crumble an empire or two? Or maybe I could be extra nice for your willing cooperation and offer to reveal a secret somewhat of a… personal nature?”

“Personal?” He raised an eyebrow. “This doesn’t seem very smart from a strategic standpoint. But if you’re offering…” He paused as he dipped you low and brought you back flush to him. “Then I’d rather learn something I could use against you one day”

“A man of vision, I like it” Your lips curved upward as you did your best to ignore how your heartbeat accelerated at his actions for the second time in as many songs. You were sure he could feel it beating against his chest from how tightly he held you up against him. Oh yeah, he could definitely crush your spine one handed like this, and you were certain he wasn’t even near applying a percentage of strength in the double digits. The fact that your brain didn’t bother to sound any alarm to get the hell out of there was concerning, to say the least. “Alright then. Look around, tell me what you see”

He gave you a skeptical eye, but nonetheless directed his gaze around the crowd of people dancing the dancefloor. After a moment, it returned to you. “Lots of people looking, but most of them not because they enjoy watching ballroom dance”

“And?”

He kept his eye on you. “Women irked because you’re stealing all the attention, I’m gonna guess it’s a common occurrence by how so many of them are rolling their eyes to the back of their skull” He smirked. “Men watching with envy, impatient for us to finish to be the next in line. Did you tell any of them you wouldn’t dance at all tonight, by any chance?”

“I did” You admitted shamelessly. You had no plan of dancing with anyone who came up to you and asked for a dance, throwing any subtlety whatsoever out of the window that they were trying to match you with them. With every year that went by, Gotham’s high society put more and more pressure on you to marry, seeing you as nothing more really than the highest prize to be won for all the bachelors in town. You leaned closer to Slade’s ear. “And I love that it pisses them off. All of them. Because it reminds them that they’ll never be on my level, that they’ll never be able to have me, knowing damn well they can’t even do a thing about it lest they make an enemy out of me. Which they definitely cannot afford”

The song finished as you slowly pulled back to a blank face and a dark eye analysing your words. You smiled and patted his arm as you let his grip fall.

“Do what you may with this information, Mr. Wilson” You said as you took one, then two steps back. “It’s yours now. And please, let me know if I gotta take my checkbook out”

You turned your back to him, and before you could count to three, you felt his hand fall on your lower back and drag you along with him. His whole body was strained as he marched through the crowd with purpose towards the back of the room, his jaw clenched the whole way. You didn’t dream to resist, unsure you even successfully could, had you wanted to. He pushed the door open and all but shoved you through it, making sure it shut behind you.

“Now Miss Wayne, did you think you could say something like that and just walk away?” He stalked towards you like a wolf, slowly cornering you against the nearest wall.

“I certainly tried” You felt your eyes light up in anticipation. Did you plan on having him drag you to a fire exit with the promise of a good time? No. You didn’t even plan for him to be into it at all, to be honest. But were you mad about it? Absolutely not. The fact alone that you managed to get him to this point–big strong scary and most importantly unapproachable Deathstroke–was impressive enough on its own, you wouldn’t end it now. Besides, he was hot and you also were into it. “Does that mean a no on the check–”

The full force of his body crashing against you sent your mind into overdrive, as did the feeling of his rough lips against yours. It sent electric shocks down your spine, either from the fact that you were hiding and making out like desperate teenagers, or from the power trip that came from having the Slade Wilson desperate to get a taste. At this point, you didn’t even care to differentiate the two feelings. All you could focus on was his hands holding onto your hips and probably leaving bruises for days to come, as well as his powerful thigh keeping you in place at his mercy. The vintage blend of whiskey he was sipping earlier was still on his breath and his tongue, invading your senses on yet another front. Slade Wilson was a good kisser, you decided.

“Fuck” You pulled back to catch your breath as his mouth targeted your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled, extracting a low growl from him that made your core tighten. “Keep it up and I might not even make it out of that dress”

“Oh I’m sure we’ll find a way” His voice was rough and breathless. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the simple sound of it. “Unless you purposely want me to ruin it, since you apparently enjoy to make everyone jealous”

“Only if I get to ruin your suit right back”

“Deal” He gave you a predatory smirk, then his lips were on yours again.

He was halfway done with the back zipper of your dress when the door was violently shoved open. You only reacted when your name was rather loudly shouted, making your eyes fly open and freeze in place.

“We saw you being dragged away, are you oka–OH MY GOD”

You were suddenly mortified as you watched Dick dramatically turn around and shield his eyes. Tim beside him was just gaping at this sight, horror etching onto his every feature. You redirected your gaze straight ahead over Slade’s shoulder, unable to look at either of them. Any other guest at the party finding you like this, you wouldn’t have minded. But there was something extremely weird about your brothers witnessing you sucking face with one of their greatest enemies, especially for Dick.

Slade slowly straightened up, not a trace of embarrassment on his face. In a smooth move, he zipped back up your dress, somehow adding to the awkwardness of the room. The little smug grin on his lips told you he did it on purpose.

“Bleach” Tim finally said as he willed his eyes to finally shut. “I need bleach for my eyes”

“Grayson. Drake.” Slade greeted casually as he took a step back from you and glanced briefly at them. Then, his eye was back on you. “Miss Wayne, it was a pleasure doing business with you. Let’s do this again soon, yeah?”

You only gave him a tight smile, watching him button back his jacket and retreat in the main room. The atmosphere he left behind was tense and neither of you could look at each other.

You fixed your hair and the neckline of your dress, then took a deep breath. “I’m gonna kill the both of you”

“Kill us?” Dick shrieked. “Why on earth would you even make ou– EURGH I can’t even say it!”

“You literally barged in without even knocking!” You yelled back. “I’m not the one at fault here”

“We saw you getting dragged away to a fire exit by fucking Deathstroke!” Tim said as he pressed his palms to his eyes. “We thought you were in danger!”

“WHEN did I give any signal I was in danger? I swear to god–”

“You wanted us to take a chance when–”

“GUYS!” You cut him off. “You didn’t stop and think for a second that I wouldn’t have let myself be dragged away just like that if I truly needed help? I’m not a fucking damsel in distress”

“But whyyyyyy” Dick whined. “Why did it have to be him?”

You gave him a blank stare. “He was the one we needed to stop”

“Yeah but he gave you the name!” He argued back. “He gave it to you way before… Wait did you– did you trade the name of his target for se–”

“NO” You yelled before he could finish the word. “No I did not, jesus fucking christ”

“So whatever happened here was unrelated to your task?” Tim drew his eyebrows together in contempt. “That’s so much worse what the fuck, why would you even do that?”

“Cause he’s hot”

That was enough to make your brothers yell unintelligibly again. You had to admit, you could have said something different if you hadn’t let impulse answer the question for you. But they were the one who possibly ruined your chance to hook up with Slade, so they kinda deserved it. You only scoffed at their reaction.

“Oh come, stop being dramatic for a second, especially you, Dick” You snipped. “You know damn well what I’m talking about, and you’re only reacting this way because you were too much of a coward to make out with him first”

He gasped. Loudly.

Even Tim’s jaw hung a bit open. You only raised a challenging eyebrow at your older brother, doubling down on your accusation. Dick’s lack of defense only served to prove your point.

“Snake much?” It was all he could say.

“Hiss hiss bitch, you snooze you lose”

Then another offended gasps. Tim looked between you two like a fascinating tennis match.

“You know what” Dick spoke up again after he collected himself. “Enjoy the lecture from Bruce. You can try and justify your crimes to him”

Your back went rigid and your eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare”

The half a second long smirk he gave you back was pure evil, until he covered it with his usual angel, innocent expression. “I will have to give him a report. I’m just sayin’ I’ll tell the truth of what I saw with my own eyes”

“Oh that’s real low” You grumbled as you glared daggers at him. The second Bruce knew of it, you knew you’d be in the cave for hours listening to him berate you for not only going in a room alone with a known enemy, but also making out with said enemy. You had violated so many protocols by your little stint alone, and you wouldn’t have really minded that lecture if it had been just that. But it would be uncomfortable for both you and Bruce to levels that had never been reached before.

“Not so smug anymore now, are you?”

“I will choke you in your sleep”

“And I wish I had tripped and taken a plunge down the grand staircase” Tim interjected. “So I wouldn’t have had to witness the last five minutes of whatever the fuck happened here. Now I don’t think I can ever erase from my memory the things I’ve seen or the things I’ve heard. Thanks a lot for the nightmares. I’ll send you my therapy bill”

You huffed and crossed your arms against your chest. “Well, let that be a lesson for the both of you. If I’m dragged somewhere and I don’t give any indication that I am nervous about it, don’t follow me”

“Yeah, I’m never making that mistake again” He grimaced. “I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. Last time I walked in on Jay and Roy, they thought I wasn’t there but I was”

“Oh Tim” You frowned with pity. “You oughta be careful. Especially with them, they always have the weirdest role plays”

“God I know” He cried. “It’s the kind of horror that sticks with you”

“Yeah, no, I concur” Dick finally sighed. “I also made that mistake. Once, then I said never again”

You paused, your frown deepening. “Have we all… Walked in on them?”

Dick nodded slowly. “They’ll say they don’t do it on purpose, but I know Harper too much to believe that”

Silence fell over once again.

“So…” You began after a few minutes. “You’re not gonna tell Bruce, right?”

Dick stared at you, calm and relaxed. Somehow, it did not make you feel like it was a good thing for you, and his next words only confirmed what you already knew.

“Oh yeah, I definitely will”

You swore loud enough for the bartender to flinch.

#slade wilson x reader #slade wilson x batsis!reader #slade wilson x f!reader #batfam x reader #batfam fic #dick grayson #tim drake #dc #dc fic

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kiisaes · 2 months

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hey so what that anon said about ai training on tumblr is pretty likely true--the rumor isn't completely verified, but a former staff member (user @/jv) has heard that there is a possible deal in progress between automattic (tumblr's parent company) and midjourney

if this is true, there are ways to prevent it! some people at university of chicago have created programs Glaze and Nightshade to help artists prevent their art from being scraped by ai. both programs are free. if you have questions, both programs have an faq that you can find by just looking up "glaze/nightshade uchicago" and there are also several tumblr posts floating around with tips and advice from people who have used them

there's no way around it, it sucks that you have to go to such efforts to protect your art, but i thought it might help to know that you don't have to be completely helpless in the face of this kind of dystopian situation

i heard about this! i'll look into it for sure. i did some brief research a while ago but thanks y'all for reminding me, bc honestly i forgot about it ><

it's just so frustrating that social media sites are sucking generative AI dick in the first place yknow

#asks for becki

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Ok so Xavier x reader where he’s comforting them after a break up. They’re in his dorm after showing up drunk. 6 months passed and they still aren’t over it and they end up there singing break up songs and crying in his arms. Amidst a drunken rant though, they accidentally confess tho that part of the reason they aren’t okay is because they no longer miss their ex, but the feeling of being loved, and how they imagine him filling that place in their heart, and how even when they were w their ex (who they thought they loved very much) they would think of Xavier in a *variety* of ways.

Could be a slow burn, several part-er, up to you 🤭😋 ps: I’m not projecting.

falling for you

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | angst, alcohol, underage drinking, love confession, shitty ex, fluff ending

word count | 746

Alcohol was the worst coping mechanism. The first few times, it blanked your thoughts of your ex, the two of you together but as the day became longer, and you were well past drunk, all you could think about was him.

Sauntering through the hallway of Xavier’s dorm, not even knowing how you weren’t caught yet, seeing his door come into your eyesight, you leaned against the door, knocking rapidly.

It didn’t take long for Xavier to answer, your body falling forward when the door opened. Caughting you, Xavier noticed how you were slurring over your words, your eyes puffy and red from all the crying.

“Hey, hey.” He was worried, bringing you to his bed, laying you down, pulling the blankets over you. “Have you been drinking?”

“No.” You pressed your finger into his chest, trying to suppress your laughter. “Have you?”

Xavier didn’t answer, just pulling your jacket off, letting you get comfortable in his bed.

It started to go on for months now, you’d get drunk, come crying or whatever to Xavier, and spend the night in his bed while he stayed in Rowan’s old bed.

6 months had passed, and the heartache never seemed to go away. You felt bad sometimes for Xavier, him being the only comfort you had and you had projected all your feelings and problems onto him.

“It’s okay.” He’d always say because he remembered how he was moping around after he broke up with Bianca.

“Why wasn’t I good enough for him?” You cried into his arms, your head pushed against Xavier’s chest, your tears staining his shirt. “I was nice, caring, supportive of him and I got nothing!”

“Don’t say that.” He whispered, wiping away your tears, “You are more than enough, he just didn’t see that, he’s a dick.”

Letting out a watery laugh, you agreed with him. “I don’t even know why I’m sad anymore, it’s not like I love him anymore, I feel that with someone else and I don’t know what to do.”

Your unannounced visits to Xavier died down, feeling embarrassed to see him now. You had done a lot of thinking on your own, you had practically confessed your feelings towards Xavier.

Not being sure if he even understood what you said, you thought it was best just to keep your distance. During classes, you wouldn’t sit next to him or partner up for groups, you’d sit alone during lunch or not even come at all.

Xavier wasn’t dumb, he knew what he heard, and couldn’t really believe it himself. His feelings for you were always hidden because of your relationship and since you had broken up and came to him for support, he felt wrong telling you about his feelings when you were vulnerable.

You probably went almost a month ignoring Xavier, and you weren’t going to change that, you stopped going to Nightshades, making sure you didn’t need to see Xavier.

Hearing the knock at your door, you looked over at your clock, seeing it was well past curfew and you were confused on who would come by so late.

Opening the door slowly, peeking out to see who was there, your eyes widened seeing Xavier. Opening it the rest of the way, you awkwardly stood in front of him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He stated, you looked at him, and he didn’t seem mad, hopefully a good sign.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to see each other.” You whispered, trying to look anywhere but his eyes.

“I like you too.” Xavier cut you off. That had caught your attention, finally looking up at him. “I liked you for so long and I never said anything because you were in a relationship and I wanted you to be happy. And once you broke up, it was wrong if I said it then because you were getting over him.”

You just smiled softly, feeling tears prickle at your eyes, Xavier saw them immediately, already starting to apologize.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him, “they’re happy tears.”

“Does that mean you like me back?” God he sounded like a child.

“I do.” You whispered, “You were always there for me and I think that scared me because I haven't had anyone stick around that long who cares for me like you do.”

Smiling, Xavier just wrapped his arms around you, your hands wrapping around his waist, your head resting against his chest.

“I would never leave you.”

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #xavier thorpe x girlfriend!reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe angst #wednesday #wednesday x reader

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