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Graham’s reaction to Karen praising him by specifically complimenting him at something (playing his specific part) better than Billy ever could. Definitely says a lot about Graham

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MINE AND MINE ONLY.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x wife!Reader

Aemond has gotten you pregnant six months ago, and seeing him with his infant niece during dinner with his family sparks something inside of you only he can satisfy.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; p in v, face sitting, slight anal play, slight breeding kink, pregnant sex, slight lactation kink

WORDS: 4.9 K

NOTES: Sorry, I’m kinda in baby fever right now don’t ask me why. 😭 This also is my gift for hitting 1850 followers a few days ago, which means I’m finally where I’ve been before deleting my old blog. Thanks for everyone following me on this journey. 🫶🏻

The days between Christmas and New Years usually are meant for people to take some much-needed downtime from the stress of the past days or weeks – unless you are a Targaryen or married to one. 

It’s the fourth year in a row you’re spending one, sometimes even two, days at the large Targaryen mansion with every member of their family present. 

What started as an opportunity to celebrate the New Year early with her family four years ago, since Viserys and Alicent wanted to celebrate New Year’s Eve on a yacht somewhere in the Sea of Dorne back then, has quickly turned into a tradition that no one could escape. 

Not even the six-month pregnant you. 

As an excuse to not travel to the family’s vacation home on Dragonstone, Aemond has begged for you to allow him to tell his mother that your back pain has gotten so bad you couldn’t sit in the car for four hours. 

The fact that he didn’t fall to his knees while doing it was everything. 

But you have told him no, seeing that your back pains have eased two weeks ago, and it is one of the rare occasions he gets to spend with his whole family, not just his mother’s side. 

If he wants to or not. 

“And how are you spending New Year’s?” you ask, lounging in the burgundy Lawson chair. 

Helaena sits in the chair next to yours, fidgeting with the stem of her wine glass. Every now and then you spot her lilac eyes flickering to your protruding bump, accentuated by the tight slip dress you wear. 

“This year we’re embracing a night in,” she answers, nursing her alcohol-free wine. “Cregan doesn’t want to leave the children with his parents, since Lyanna is still breastfeeding, and Edrick doesn’t want to go without his little sister.”

You nod along to her words, smiling softly at the mention of her sons‘ protectiveness, and glance past her to Aemond, Aegon and Cregan. The men are standing close to the fireplace, glasses of whiskey between their fingers. Normally, they would be tipsy by now – some more than others – if it wasn’t for the infant cradled in Cregan’s strong arms. 

Helaena follows your line of sight, the turning of her head prompting you to look at her again. 

“What are your plans?” she asks. 

You pucker your lips slightly, looking down at the glass of water you‘ve rested on your belly before meeting her eyes. 

“Aegon has invited us to a party in White Harbor, a formal dinner with some of his friends. We wanted to go, because the place is stunning and it’s overlooking the iconic harbor fireworks, but it’s such a long drive, and Aemond doesn’t want to risk anything by us taking the plane,” you sigh, “so, we’ll probably stay at home or just go out for dinner.”

Ever since you’ve handed him the gift box containing four identical, positive pregnancy tests, Aemond has taken over a protective aura and has found it incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of you. 

It’s a miracle he was able to talk to his brother and brother-in-law for so long without checking in on you once. 

But speak of the devil. 

What you aren’t expecting when Aemond makes his way over to where you’re conversing with his sister, is the little infant in his arms. Her head rests against his shoulder, while one of his large hands supports it and neck, and the other supports her bottom. 

He’s swaying her gently as he walks over, a proud smile on his lips as he can’t tear his eyes off of his niece, coming to stand next to Helaena’s chair. The sight makes your heart swell with love. 

Cregan trails behind him, and your eyes briefly fall to the abandoned Aegon still standing at the fireplace and balancing their three glasses in his hands. 

“Honey,” the Northener’s gruff voice rings out, “your mother said that Edrick’s made a mess. Could you change him while I clean up?” Still standing offset behind your husband, Cregan pats Aemond on the shoulder once. “Our girl’s in good hands, and Aemy here can already practice for what awaits him soon.”

Helaena raises her eyebrows, before snickering at her husband’s remark. She bows her head once, smiling at you, “excuse me, Y/N.”

“We’ll talk later,” you assure her. 

She brushes her hand over your swollen belly once as she rises, Cregan’s hand on the small of her back urging her out of the living space. 

Aemond carefully sinks into the chair, and changes the position of the sleeping infant so she’s cradled in his arms. 

“What have you been up to?” he asks, finally moving his head to look at you. 

You were wearing a knitted sweater over your dress when you two arrived a few hours earlier, but with hot flashes attacking you every now and then, you have long opted to slip out of it and hang the sweater over a chair. 

And the outfit change clearly is only now noticed by him.

His lilac eyes flickered between yours and your full breasts, and you can literally see the gears turning in his head. 

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he states, full on staring at your breasts. 

Fine, maybe you have also done it to tease him a bit. 

A blush creeps onto his cheeks, running down his neck, and he slightly shifts in his seat, turning his gaze away as he clears his throat. 

Pressing your lips into a thin line to stop them from curling into a smile, you quickly shush the urge by taking a swig of your water. “Wasn’t keen on spending the evening unable to think of anything else than how sore and uncomfortable I feel,” you tease. “Are you complaining?”

Aemond raises one hand in defeat, “certainly not, just pointing it out.”

You teasingly reach and bring your index finger to his chin, tilting it up for his eyes to meet yours again. “Then you better stop staring, we're not the only ones here.” 

You glance briefly at the gathered party around you, watching Alicent chat with Rhaenyra and her husband, while Aegon seems to be deep in a conversation with Daemon, no doubt talking about the latest match between the Casterly Rock Lions and the Oldtown Saints.

“Fair enough,” he answered with a low chuckle. 

The soft coos of his niece catch your attention, and you lean forwards to gauge at the little bundle. She’s stirring lightly in her sleep, grimaces and smiles alike gracing her scrunched features. Aemond brushes her cheek with his knuckles in feather light touches, until her coos are interrupted, and wide, blue eyes stare up at him. 

Lyanna smacks her lips slowly, bringing her small hand up to her mouth. “What is she doing?” Aemond whispers, not daring to pull his eyes away from her in case she starts to cry. 

“She’s hungry,” you answer with a chuckle, grinning as you notice his helplessness. 

It’s so brief, but you spot his eyes flickering towards your full breasts, and you have to stop yourself from hitting his shoulder. One wrong word. 

“You know there are barely four months left until your life looks like this, too, right?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

“I do, but they have not yet told us about this at the prenatal class.”

“Oh, come on, she’s not your first niece, and she’s not even crying.”

The sigh of relief Aemond releases as he spots Helaena’s silver hair in the far distance has you shaking your head, bringing your index finger up to your smiling lips. 

“How did you three get on?” Helaena asks, noticing that her daughter is awake. 

Your husband rises to his feet, and hands his niece over to her. “Easy, she’s just woken up and seems really hungry,” he notes, as if he has figured it out all by himself. “And how did you fare?”

Helaena releases a dry chuckle, brushing her free hand up and down Aemond’s biceps. “I’ll tell you another time, don’t want to scare you.“ She briefly glances over at you. “Just know that Creg has to bathe him right now, because the wet wipes were useless.”

The grimace on Aemond’s face at his sister’s words has you choking on a laugh. 

Lyanna starts to whine and wiggle in her mother’s grasp, getting her attention. “Sorry again, it’s feeding time, obviously,” she states, muttering the last word under her breath, and shoots you an apologetic gaze before scurrying off. 

You hold out a hand, and knowing what it means, Aemond takes it to help you up from the chair. 

His heart melts at the sight of you before him, and he wraps an arm around you to pull you against his side as he brushes his hand over the gentle swell of your belly in tender affection. There were shy kicks meeting his hand, making him grin.

You return the embrace, and lean yourself against his frame, your head resting on his chest. “It’s different when it’s your own child, you know,” you say, the small glimmer of a smile blessing your features. 

His head dips forwards, and he presses his lips to your temple, mumbling the words against your skin, “I can’t wait to meet him.”

—

Aemond has his arm slung around your waist as everyone has gathered in the vast living space to watch the children perform a play they have practiced. 

Alicent, ever the proud grandmother, clings to Viserys as they watch in awe what the children of Rhaenyra have been up to. An oblivious Edrick appears in the middle of it all, but before Cregan can scoop him up, the little Viserys has taken his hands to include him in their mischief. 

“Have I already told you how good you look today?” Aemond whispers, his head dipping forwards so his lips are level with your ear. He rubs your bump gently, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. 

You shiver from his touch, your body tingling from the attention your husband gives you. “You’re not paying attention,” you scold softly, nodding towards the children in the middle. A teenage Jacaerys, as well as Daemon’s daughters from his first marriage, stand before you, your view of the play slightly concealed. 

“I can’t help myself,” he whispers huskily, “you’re just too distracting, Mommy.” A smirk tugs on his lips as the name leaves them, and the sight is only topped by him leaning in to brush his lips over your ear, before they press to the sensitive skin behind it. The very spot that always makes you putty in his hands, and with your hormones in full swing, it does a little more than just melt you. 

“Aemond,” you whisper, though he can also hear the trace of a moan in it, “easy.”

His teeth graze your earlobe, and the ring of his baritone voice sends a shiver down your spine, “we should go to bed early tonight.”

You can’t help but to chuckle at his words. It’s his subtle way to ask for something without directly asking, though you know exactly what he means. You lean into him, pressing yourself against his side. 

Biting the tip of your tongue, it was impossible for you to stop your lips from pulling into a mischievous smirk. 

“Do you think your mother will notice if we leave now?” you ask, innocently. 

You’re greeted with a wide grin when your eyes meet Aemond’s, and the arm he has wrapped around you tightens just more, keeping you against his frame. 

His lips brush your ear again, trailing down to press a kiss to the side of your neck. “If she does, she can tell me later,” he raps into your ear, “besides, we wouldn‘t be gone for too long, sweetheart. Just long enough for a little… alone time. Who could blame us for wanting to savor the last weeks where it’s only the two of us, mh?”

Aemond looks around one last time, noticing how everyone around you is mostly focused on the children’s show. 

Bringing his hand to the small of your back, he gently guides you through the crowd of his relatives, before you’re on the way to his childhood bedroom. 

It’s furnished in a minimalistic style, making it obvious that Alicent has spent some time decluttering her children’s rooms to make them more presentable for whenever guests stay over. The room basically is Aemond’s, and the rest belongs to Alicent. 

Walking in behind you, he locks the door. You look around briefly before his firm chest is flush against your back with his arms around your waist, resting on your bump. He presses his lips to the curve of your neck, prompting you to tilt your head to the side, and a shuddered breath to escape your throat. 

The feeling of his hard, clothed cock against the curve of your ass drives you to insanity, making you eager for more. He grinds against you as his fingers travel over your curves, and greedily fist the fabric of your dress. 

“Let me help you undress, Mama,” he rasps against your skin, goosebumps prickling in its wake.

When he sinks to his knees behind you, you whimper quietly, immediately missing the heat of his breath and lips on your body. 

“Aemond,” you breathe, looking down at him as he pushes your dress up. 

The dumbfounded look that crosses his features with the skirt of your dress rucked up just shy beneath your bump has you chuckling, realization settling in. 

“You went commando?” 

Biting your bottom lip, you can basically see his excitement building, the bulge in the front of his slacks quite obvious despite him kneeling. “I was feeling… adventurous today,” you hum, a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

He can’t help but to grin at your comment, and, on his way up, Aemond starts to press several kisses to the outside of your thigh, his fingers following in their trail. 

Standing to full height again, looming over you, he keeps his hand beneath your bump, his fingers caressing your pubic mound. 

You squeeze your thighs together in a desperate attempt to soothe the aching at the apex of them, since his fingers aren’t touching you where you need them most. An anticipating moan slips past your lips, a shiver shaking your core. 

“I hope you’re prepared for me to be just as adventurous,” he hums, “... and thorough.”

His fingers hook under the thin straps of your dress, tugging them off your shoulders to push the elastic fabric down your curves and onto the ground. It’s pooling around your ankles in a white puddle, leaving you completely bare to him with just a few touches. 

You shudder under his intense gaze, practically devouring you with just his lilac eyes, and try to break the tension by pulling him in for a kiss. 

You turn around mid-kiss, your protruding belly a barrier between your bodies. Before your hands can entangle into his strands, Aemond catches them and intertwines your fingers. He creates a small distance between your bodies, taking a few steps back and pulling you with him. 

His steps are deliberately slow, careful, and you’re encouraged to climb his lap as he sits down at the edge of the bed. Both his feet are firmly planted on the ground, supporting your swollen body. 

He groans as you trap him between your legs, his hands roaming your curves almost immediately. The knowledge that he was the one responsible for the changes of your body, and that everybody else knew that as well, does something to him, making him all the more hungry for you. 

It was even more addicting to see you sit astride him like a goddess, ready to claim what was yours already anyways. Him.

Feeling his clothed member throb beneath you, the urge to grind above him is as inviting as never, and you’re more than ready to give into the urge. Your wetness soaks his slacks, and the groan Aemond releases at the friction has you whimpering with him. 

Your lips meet for a fervent kiss, and while your hands rest on his shoulders, his are eager to explore the swell of your belly. His tongue finds its way past your lips, swirling around yours in a way that turns the kiss into all teeth and tongue. 

Dragging your teeth over his kiss swollen bottom lip, he tilts his head upwards and nudges the tip of his nose against yours. You lick over his lips once, but when you lean in to connect your lips again, Aemond stops you with his hand around your throat. 

“I want you to sit on my face,” he rasps, his voice husky. 

You haven’t sat on his face in weeks, or rather ever since the round ligament pain kicked in and made even the simplest daily tasks difficult for you. 

Your eyes widen. “But– I–”

“No, you’re not too heavy,” he interrupts, cocking one eyebrow at you. 

There’s not even a chance for you to reject before he lies down and hooks his hands beneath your thighs, hoisting you up and pulling you towards his face. You sit on his chest, barely seeing his chiseled features from under your bump. 

As the position you are in truly settles in your mind, a bright blush starts to cover the apples of your cheeks. His angelic looks don't help either, strands of silver hair splayed out around his head like a halo, and his piercing lilac eyes fixed on you and you only. “But you tell me when it gets too much, no?” you ask, coyly. 

Aemond rubs his hands over your bare thighs in comfort, nodding. “Always.” Deep down you know it’s a lie, because he has told you on more than one occasion that he’d gladly leave the world suffocated by your delicious pussy, but you trust the feigned security he offers. 

“No promises about how long I’ll last, though,” you tell him. 

A gentle pat to your thigh is what has you eventually inching forwards until your knees are on either side of his head. 

With your bump being quite protruding, you can’t even see him anymore, you only hear his groans and growls when you cautiously settle in the new position.

The attempt to slightly hover your pussy over his face is fruitless the moment your husband’s hands fly to your hips, grabbing you and pulling you down onto his face. Just his nose perfectly teasing your clit has you moaning out loudly already, even though he hasn’t even used his tongue yet. 

And then it follows. 

Aemond greedily laps at your entrance as his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place and playing you like a fiddle. It circles around your clenching hole, teasing it but never one dipping it inside. 

You clench around nothing, and bring one hand to your bump while the other just rests above his hand on your hip, squeezing it. Chasing the friction and warmth of his tongue, you rock your hips back and forth as much as his grip allows, coaxing whimpers and mewls to leave your lips.

“Gods be good,” you whimper, the grip of your thighs around his face tightening. “I–I forgot how good you are at this.”

Seemingly keening at your praise, you’re almost disappointed when he pulls his hand off of yours to cup your ass cheeks, yanking you impossibly closer. The groans that vibrate against your pussy send shivers up your spine that make you lose yourself in the pleasure, not focusing on where his hands are. 

At this point, Aemond was feasting at you like a man starved, all but devouring you with newfound vigor. His nose flicks against your clit with expert precision every time he tilts his head or you move your hips, drawing you closer to your orgasm. 

His index finger comes into play, teasing your throbbing folds for a split second. His true intentions, however, only show the moment it starts to circle around your other hole. 

“Fuck, Aemond, I-” you manage as he carefully dips his finger into your hole, the added stimulation almost immediately tightening the coil in your belly. A muffled groan of appreciation shakes your core as he feels your unused hole tighten around his finger. 

You roll your hips against Aemond’s mouth on the race to completion, any thoughts of being too heavy for him long gone, and replaced by nothing else than raw need and desire. 

It’s almost too much. Straddling the fine line between overwhelming and just the right amount. His nose rubs your clit, his lips lap hungrily at your swollen folds, and his index finger fills you pleasantly – he is redoubling his efforts. 

You keep dragging your hips back and forth in rhythm with his movements, fucking his face on the brink of your release. 

“Oh God, you-you’re so good– Aemond, I’m–I’m–” you ramble, breathy whimpers filling in between the words. 

Hearing him slurp and groan beneath your trembling frame brings a blush to your face and stokes the fire in your belly, the sounds fanning through the room like your moans and whimpers. 

When the coil finally snaps, you throw your head back in ecstasy and clamp your thighs around his head, hot, white pleasure licking its way up your spine. His name topples off your lips more than once, accompanied by desperate mewls and whines. He is relentless, licking you through your orgasm. 

You don’t wait long enough for the aftershocks to fully subside, the overstimulation of his tongue dragging through your folds becoming too much, and cup your pregnant belly as you heave your frame off of his face, shifting backwards down his body. 

“Fuck, I–I need you,” you all but beg, eagerly tugging on the collar of his black shirt. 

Aemond seems to share your enthusiasm, and is quick to sit up again, meeting your lips for a deep kiss. Only when you cup his cheeks do you feel that they’re covered in your arousal, the taste of you on his tongue clouding your mind. 

Your belly is between you again, but Aemond manages to swiftly undo the zipper in the front of his slacks nevertheless, and shoves them down just enough to free his aching cock. 

“So desperate for my cock now, mh?” Aemond pants against your lips, a smug smirk tugging on the corners. 

His hand wraps around his stiff member, fisting himself raw twice, thrice, before another pat served to your thigh encourages you to raise your hips. He aligns himself with your soaked entrance, and you feel his tip prodding gingerly at it. 

As you sink down on him, your hands tightly gripping the collar of his shirt, you release a shuddered breath. Your husband, on the other hand, escapes a relieved groan, his head tipping back for a moment. 

With your limbs still tingling from your previous orgasm, you bow your head forwards, lowering yourself on him until he is balls deep inside of you. “Mh, fuck, you didn’t even bother to take off your pants,” you taunt, “so desperate to be inside me.”

Aemond’s words die on his tongue as you start to sensually roll your hips over his, the added weight of the bump not allowing you to bounce up and down on him with the vigor you had used before your pregnancy. 

But your husband doesn’t seem to mind, his eyes journeying into the back of his head at the sensation. 

Moving his hands to grope and grasp at every inch of your body, they eventually settle on your full breasts, tweaking and pinching your nipples between his nimble fingers while you unravel astride him. It prompts you to arch your back, all but shoving your breasts into his face. 

“So fucking good,” he grunts, embracing it and wrapping his lips around your pert nipple while his arms snake around your body. 

He licks and sucks at your little bud like he has done with your pussy before, and, just judging by the smacking and humming sounds he makes, it’s possible there ooze a few droplets of milk out of it. 

Aemond places his feet firmly on the ground, and starts to buck his hips up into yours, seemingly impatient for his own release as he meets the sensual rolls of your hips and bullies the spongy spot inside of you with more determination. 

Loud, wet sounds from where your bodies meet echo off the walls, indistinct to you with all you can focus on being his lips at your heavy breasts, and his cock deep inside of you. 

You bite your bottom lip and stop the rolling of your hips, making it evident that you were close to your orgasm. The tingling at the base of your spine makes it impossible to move any further and you rely on him to take over. 

Aemond pulls back and watches you gleefully as the force of his thrusts makes your body squirm and jerk, eagerly anticipating you to topple over the edge for the second time. 

“You’re gonna cum on my cock already?” he asks, almost mockingly. 

You frantically nod, breathing a yes.

His hands come to your hips, and with his fingers digging into your flesh, he drags your hips back and forth, your clit rubbing against the hem of his shirt with each movement. You’re not able to gasp more than yeses and pleases, clenching tightly around him. 

The intensity of his thrusts increases while you have stopped moving, toes curling as the taut string inside of you snaps without a warning and white stars cloud your vision. 

“Mh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whine, clawing at his shoulders as you ride out your high, grinding and rolling your hips against his. Your walls clamp around him like a vice, and he chokes on a husky groan. “Oh God, I love you.“

And even though your orgasm subsides slowly, Aemond refuses to slow down, keeping his heedless pace and pursuing his own completion. 

He has his lips around your other nipple by now, sucking and nibbling on it, the vibrations of his groans coursing through your veins. “Daddy, mh, cum for me, please,” you whine, desperate for his cum. 

Your body, however, contradicts your words and moans, your thighs squeezing his in a desperate attempt to stop him from pounding into your overstimulated pussy – but to no avail. 

“God, please.”

His pace is as reckless and merciless as before, his cock all but forcing its way in and out of your quivering walls as he doesn’t listen to your desperate pleas.

Pulling back from your nipple with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connects the dark areola and his swollen lips as he gazes up at you with half-lidded eyes. “Hush now, Mommy,” he murmurs, tilting his head up to kiss you. The nickname coaxes a smug smirk on his lips. “Taking me so well, such a good girl for Daddy.” With just his praise, a warmth overtakes your body that drowns out the burning, your chest swelling. 

You sling your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in the silver strands of his hair in a way that is destined to ruin the little updo he had put it in this morning. 

“Mh, fuck, I’m gonna–” his words are cut off with a stutter of his hips, and he feels his throbbing cock spill deep inside of you. 

You ride him through his high with lazy rolls of your hips, biting through the overstimulation, and clench and unclench around him as you milk him for every drop of his seed. 

If he hadn’t gotten you pregnant already, he surely would have knocked you up after this. 

Aemond languidly fucks up into you now as the last spurts of his warm release fill you to the brim, grunting and groaning until the euphoria fades. 

He collapses on the bed, a blissed out expression on his face, and reaches to trace his fingers over the swell of your bump up to the curve of your breasts. Rolling the darkened buds between them, he smirks as he watches you squirm, his softening cock still buried inside of you. 

“You know,” he starts, folding one arm behind his head. His voice is softer than before, but has a teasing edge to it. “I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew by now what we’ve been up to.”

You laugh breathlessly and plant your hands on his chest, rubbing your thumbs over it. “But at least they don’t have to worry about you getting me pregnant by accident,” you tease. 

“True enough,” he chuckles softly, “Fuck, I’m–I just can’t help myself. Seeing your body swell just because of my seed fucking does something to me.”

His words make you blush, and you appreciatively run your hands over your bump. 

You lean forwards and cup his face, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He smirks against your mouth, and subconsciously bucks his hips into yours as he feels you clench around him. 

With a groan rumbling in his chest, he pulls back. Something dark flickers in his eyes, his intentions evident when he speaks again. 

“Once our boy’s born, I’ll make quick work of making you a mother of two.”

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Cowboy Up - Pt.1 - Ryan x Dutton!reader

Um so I watched all of Yellowstone last week and as a result, my multi-year writer's block was broken by a need to see more of Ryan because I am obsessed with Ian Bohen. Idk how many parts this will have or how often it will get updated as I'm in the last few months of uni but I hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!Reader (Kayce's twin sister)

WC: 1053

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Disclaimer: Beyond watching Yellowstone I have zero/little knowledge of Western riding and the ranching lifestyle but I do know horses so that has certainly influenced this! I'm also English so writing dialogue correctly for them is not my strong point! If you find any issues please let me know!

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The sun was just beginning to dip below the mountains and the cold was starting to set in when she joined him on the fence.  Neither of them spoke for a while, just looking out at the vastness in front of them, all that was theirs but came with so many conditions.  

Eventually she broke the silence, “so you told him?  How’d he take that one?”

Wordlessly he opened his shirt where the ‘Y’ was just starting to scab over, still red and angry.

“Motherfucker,” she swore, “this ain’t fair Kayce.  He doesn’t just get to do this.”

He shook his head, “dad does whatever he wants and there ain’t no consequences for him.  That’s why I gotta do this.”

“Shit man.  What’s Monica gonna do?  Besides worrying about you getting your ass shot in the desert miles from civilisation?”

Kayce chuckled, “beats getting my ass shot in the middle of Montana miles from civilisation.  She’ll be okay, her family will help and she’ll be a teacher.  Just like she planned.  It’s you I’m worried about here with dad and no one else to speak sense to.  ‘Cept Lee”

“Well I’m leaving, dad be damned.  I’m not gonna be a pawn in his power trip.  Gonna go see this godforsaken country and win it all so that when I come back he can’t question whether it’s where I wanna be,” she declared.

Her brother rolled his eyes, “you ain’t talking about the same him now.”

“I don’t know what your talking about,” she denied, staring out at the darkened mountains.

Kayce shoved her shoulder, “you can’t bullshit to me y/n.  That’s the one problem with being twins, ain’t no way to lie to me.”

“I’m just a kid to him, he ain’t ever gonna see me any other way if I stay here,” she admitted, “hell if I stay here no one will ever see me as anything more than his kid.  ‘S why we both gotta do this Kayce.”

He nodded, “no way to stand in the sun in this state, always gonna be a shadow.”

“When I come back I’ll be able to stand in sunlight so bright I’ll have a fucking halo.”

-/-/-

2 years later…

 Montana has its charms all year round, but fall has a particular appeal.  The leaves had started to turn, there was a chill in the air that only seemed to get  stronger and there was still a frost on the grass that the sun hadn’t hit.  

With the sun keeping the cold from their bones, the Yellowstone ranch hands were occupying themselves keeping their roping skills fresh.  Rip observed from the sidelines as the new hand struggled to keep up with Ryan who turned to lecture the kid about keeping his eye on the steer.  

Lloyd rolled his eyes when he missed the horns again, “you gotta try harder than that if you wanna be a wrangler!”

“He keeps pulling the damn steer too early,” the hand argued back.

Ryan glared at him, “don’t fuckin’ blame me for your bad skills.”

Before they could descend into an all out brawl, the group were distracted by the sound and sight of truck coming down the road.  They watched it pull up in front of the barn, trailer in tow.  A rare silence occupied them as they watched a young woman step out, adjust her hat then stare out across the ranch in front of her.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Lloyd muttered, “she’s back.  You fuckin’ know about this?”

Rip said nothing, but his face gave the answer.  The other hands who recognised her muttered between themselves about what she was doing back after so long.

The new hand leaned over towards Ryan, “who the fuck is that and why does everybody care?”

“That is y/n Dutton,” he answered without taking his eyes off of her.

“I didn’t know John had another daughter,” he responded.

Ryan shook his head, “hell kid you gotta lot to learn about this place.”

“She’s fuckin’ hot mind,” the hand murmered.

The older hand spat out his words, “you keep words like that off your tongue if you want to keep it.”

Lee stepped out of the barn and stepped around the truck to greet her, “the prodigal daughter returns.”

“I don’t see Beth anywhere,” she laughed bitterly, “but it’s good to see you Lee.”

He hugged her, “I’m glad you’re back.  Been a long time coming.”

“I came back for me, not for him remember that,” she turned towards the corral, “think I’ve given them enough of a show to explain it so they can pick their jaws up off the floor?”

He gestured for her to follow him towards where the ranch hands were all still quietly watching.  She strode over to the group, smiling at Rip who nodded back at her.

“Where’s that mare of yours?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “a champion barrel horse would be wasted on this ranch.  Sold her for more money than I’m ever gonna earn in the rest of my lifetime.”

“You ain’t rodeoing anymore?” Lloyd questioned.

“I did what I set out to do when I went on the circuit.  Saw this godforsaken country and won it all.  It’d get boring to win it over again,” she moved her gaze towards where Ryan was watching her, “ain’t no one gonna question where I wanna be now.”

Rip nodded, “afraid we ain’t got a horse to spare for you y/n.”

“I got that covered Rip.  Got one coming up tomorrow from a ranch in Wyoming.  Some fuckin’ old school boys who don’t know how to be nice to a horse they didn’t ruin,” she explained, “man’s wife broke it and now she’s dead ain’t no one gonna ride him gentle.  Figured he might stand a chance with me.”

Lloyd chuckled, “always were a soft hand.  Figured that’s how you won it all.”

“Guess that question that remains is, do you have a place for me?  Not in the house but here,” she clarified.

Lee looked at Rip then back at his sister, “I reckon so.  You gonna stay in the bunkhouse?”

“Oh fuck no,” y/n laughed, “I didn’t drag that thing all the way from Texas to sleep with these fuckheads.  It’s looked after me in worse places.  Think it’ll do just fine here.”

[dumbkiri]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝟐

Highly requested and I am so sorry it took forever to get this out. I'm still a bit unhappy with this work and I need to get back into the Batboys and their behaviors lol

For now enjoy this part two of Blood Siblings

"You need to strike with more force, [Name]. I haven't seen you this bored since Damian left," Her instructor, Ali, looked at her with his dark brown eyes. His arms fell down at his sides and he set the bottom of his staff down. “Is there anything you-”

“I saw my brother when I left for that short period of time,” [Name] said with her head held down in shame. Her eyes had shown conflict swirling around in the light of the early sun. Her mind was elsewhere and not in her morning training. Her hands wrapped up in white tape screamed at her to use them to fight. 

Her hands knew nothing besides fighting and killing.

Not even the feeling of someone holding it with care and security. 

“And I saw my father. Zhao was going to kill them, but I put a stop to it.” 

She looked up at her instructor and he had his mouth wide open. Then he walked up to her at a brisk pace and set his hands on her shoulder, he whispered, “Does your mother know about this? If she finds out—“ 

“I can handle her punishment, Ali, so there’s no need to worry.” [Name] said looking up at Ali to reassure him. Talia wasn’t the greatest mother, she rarely showed any affection toward her. But she did have her moments. “Damian looked at me in disgust as if I was the one who did something bad. I killed our enemy and saved them by being overrun. So why?” 

Ali moved back and set his hands on his hips in thought. He put his hand under his chin and said, “It’s because he doesn’t have that drive to kill anymore. We don’t have to fight our enemies over and over again because we put an end to their lives. Damian fights in a different way, one that doesn’t really benefit him.” 

“But killing is wrong to him and…” [Name] looked at Ali and whispered to him, “My father said that I was welcomed. That I could be there with him, with my brother.”The hopeful look in her eyes shattered upon seeing her instructor’s face.  

Ali’s eyes grew big and wide as saucers. He shook his head in denial and replied to her ridiculous statement, “You can’t do that, [Name]. Your mother will hunt you down and punish you. Talia will not forgive you for running away, she already gave up on one of her children. She won’t give up on you.” 

[Name] knew Ali was right, maybe that’s why she had this terrible feeling in her gut. She could never be free. She felt like a lioness trapped in a cage pacing back and forth memorizing the perimeter. “I know that, Ali.”

“You know what?” A curt voice cut through their conversation.

[Name] and Ali turned their attention to Talia who stood at the entrance of the training area. The daughter sighed and showed her bandaged hands to her mother, “Ali was reminding me that I should strike with more force. But I don’t know how hard I’m hitting when I can’t feel the pain.”

“Obviously not hard enough if your instructor is telling you,” Talia put her hands on her hips leaning on her right leg. Her eyes were dead set on [Name] and the younger female felt suspicious of her mother. Ali noticed the tension and he brought out some tape taking [Name]’s shaky hands in his. “[Name] let me rewrap your hands. It seems the ones you are wearing are too bloody.” 

[Name] pulled her hand back and said, “I’m fine, Ali. Let’s continue with-”

“No.” Talia said sternly. The older female walked down the stairs with a dark look across her face. Ali immediately took a step back feeling the wrath from Talia come off in waves. [Name] felt it too, but she stood her ground. She wasn’t going to back down from her mother. She would go through torture to keep her pride. Not that the beating did anything to her when she couldn’t feel pain. 

[Name] didn’t dare speak first to her mother and waited for the woman to speak her mind. To ask her questions.

“I know you killed Zhao, many of the assassins that accompanied you two mentioned how you were the one who brought him down.”

“I had a perfect reason to stop him, “ [Name] stated looking at her mother with determined eyes. 

“And what was that reason?” Talia asked with gritted teeth. Her anger showed and it was as if she wasn’t trying to hide it. 

[Name] swallowed the lump in her throat, “Zhao was planning to kill Damian. I stopped him from committing that treason. I won’t allow scum like Zhao to end my brother.” The bracelet she wore around her ankle while training reminded her of her bond with her brother. Despite not helping her a lot himself, she would do anything for Damian. Anything for approval because she knew life with the League wasn’t worth it. 

Obviously Damian thought the same because he never returned. 

Talia raised her hand and back handed the girl with a scowl on her face. “Zhao was ordered to kill Damian, you stupid girl. He had to do it to show his loyalty to you and you killed the man who was going to be your husband.” 

[Name] spit some blood on the cement floor and glared back at her mother. Talia wiped her hand and the scowl on her face never disappeared. “That look,” Talia muttered, “that’s how your father and brother stare at me.”

[Name] straightened out her back and said, “I understand why they do. You’re a monster.” 

Talia laughed and replied back, “My daughter, you will receive that same look from them when you show them your true colors.”

Then everything happened so fast. Ali yelled out her name and [Name] saw many assassins attack Ali with incredible speed coming out of their hiding spots. [Name] took a giant leap toward her mentor, but she was tackled by two other assassins. Quickly, one had sedated her, stabbing her arm with the needle of the syringe. 

She watched as Ali defended himself from his once comrades. 

Talia stepped over to [Name]’s slumped body and said, “I will break your spirit and you’ll become a ghost again. You brought this pain and suffering onto yourself.” 

[Name] could hear Ali’s grunts of pain and suffering. The kicks and punches the assassins delivered. They were merciless. They were demons. Ali’s blood was…everywhere. On his clothing, his body, on their fists and shoes, on the cement floor. She could only watch as she was pinned down. [Name] stopped struggling seeing the life leave Ali’s eyes and his body fell to the floor with a thump. Her heart raced from the disgusting sight. 

Her mentor, the only one who cared for her in this godforsaken place, had died right in front of her. She was woken from her sad state when Talia struck her face with her shoe. Blood leaving her nose and a bruise formed on her cheek. “Don’t worry, darling,” Talia crouched down in front of her and [Name] stared at her with a heated look, “Ali is in a better place now. But you, your punishment starts here and you’re working for me.” 

……

“You are going to pose as a captive of Joker.”

[Name] sat strapped onto a wooden chair. Bruises decorated her body in various places, but that didn’t bother her. The thing that irritated her was the mucky environment and the stench of dead bodies at her feet. 

“We need him to lure out your father and your brother.”

She looked around the living room she was stuck in for 4 days and began counting the seconds in her head, never stopping. It was how she kept track of the time, how much longer that psychotic man and his even crazier girlfriend would walk in with a bottle of water for her. 

“This…man…you will not lay a hand on him. You will need to keep him in front of you and bring your father into the light. Make him vulnerable and when the moment is right, kill him.”

[Name] heard the creak of the door first before it slammed open revealing the green haired man and his crooked smile. He held a bottle of water in his right hand and he dragged a mallet in his left. She knew that the mallet belonged to his woman; Harley Quinn. 

She waited for him to smack that thing across her face like he did to the dead ones at her feet. But Joker had something else in mind as the mallet glided across the wood floor. He set it up against the wall and chuckled, sitting down right next to it. 

“It’s been two days, little killer,” Joker taunted, holding the water bottle in the air, “two days since you’ve drank your last sip of water and four days since you’ve eaten.”

[Name] knew that, but kept her mouth closed. She hated talking in general, most of all this guy wasn’t someone she wanted to talk to. Her eyes flitted across the room and to the wall opposite of Joker. Another body, most recent, was a woman wearing a pale pink pencil skirt and a white button up shirt. Her heels were on the floor that were kicked off in her struggle to keep the largest of thugs Joker owned off her. 

But she wasn’t much of a warrior. She was an innocent woman that worked for the wrong man, Bruce Wayne. [Name] remembers her screams and the sound she made when the thug slammed her body on the wooden table that matched the small decorations of the chair she was strapped to. 

She remembered the sound of her skull being crushed by Harley Quinn’s evil swing of the malicious mallet. They all laughed when the table broke from the force and the smashed brains scattered in that area. 

The flashbacks of it all came to a stop when thunder rolled and lightning flashed lighting the small apartment up more. “You’re just like him, you know?” Joker said as he put his hand underneath his chin and his elbow rested on his knee. He scrutinized her. 

[Name] just hummed in response and Joker jumped up excitedly. He pointed the water bottle in her direction with a maniacal laugh, “There! Right there, little killer! That hum you made as a response to my statement sent shivers down my spine. That look you give when you want water too! Oh my, I just want to carve you up for him!”

Just like that, Joker dropped the water bottle on the floor and strode over to her with quickened steps. He pulled out a pocket knife from his purple blazer and pointed the blade at her lips. He grabbed her neck in his gloved hand and slipped upward to her chin. [Name] didn’t move or show fear in her eyes and that made Joker all the more ecstatic. 

“Now smile for me, little killer. Show me what you got,” The purr he let out as he let his fingers glide across her flushed lips was disgusting. [Name] wanted to shove that knife into his eye so badly. “I said,” Joker used both of his thumbs to spread her lips open, showing her pearly white teeth, “to show me your smile.”

“I don’t smile,” [Name] pulled her head away from him and replied coolly and to her surprise, Joker relaxed his tense shoulders. His hands retracted to his sides and he backed up with a less than pleased expression, “He would have shown a smile, I knew he would have. I know him, but you,” Joker drawled out angrily, pointing the knife at her, “I don’t know you. Not yet, at least!” He laughed into the air and he spread his arms out wide. 

“Come in, boys. I wanna see if this little killer can put on the same show he does!”

Ten thugs walked in some holding bats and wrenches in their hands as they filtered in the living room. They stood in a horizontal line behind Joker showing their ugly faces and terrible outfits. They really were crazy people in this awful city. Why would she want to live with her brother and father in this city of filth? 

“Clean up any other mess that tries to dirty you, my girl.”

Then a switch went off, [Name] moved on autopilot. She removed the rope around her torso the day the loonies tied her up there and it felt good when it slid off her body. Joker smiled and began to bow in front of her, “I present to you…the little killer of the desert.”

……

“This is!” Damian slammed his fist on the wall and glared angrily at the Bat Computer. He was enraged seeing the sight on the big screen. A picture of his twin sister tied up to a chair seemingly unconscious and beaten bloody. 

Bruce was just as angry as his son, but he couldn’t let that cloud his judgment. Just what was Talia thinking? “Joker sent this to Gordon stating that he caught an assassin from the League,” Tim piped up looking at Damian who was seething in the corner. 

“What is she doing back in Gotham?” Damian asked himself, removing his fist from the wall. He stalked over to the computer and analyzed the photo closer. “I know she can get out of those ropes, maybe she escaped already. But if that’s true, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill Joker.” 

“Finally, we have someone in the family willing to kill that psychotic clown you call a human being,” Jason, donned in his Red Hood costume, crossed his arms over his chest. Everyone looked back at him and he shrugged his shoulders carelessly, “What? I’m just saying that maybe if you just kill the guy, the city can finally get back on its feet. I died because of him, so cut me some slack when your “morality” is on the line.” 

Bruce stood up and grabbed his cowl, speed walking to the Batmobile. “I want everyone searching for her right now.” Damian followed Bruce, right on his tail and said, “Do you think she came back to live with us?”

Bruce jumped into the Batmobile and Damian did the same. Then Bruce pulled out of the Batcave with Jason and Tim trailing behind on their motorcycles. They were driving anywhere and everywhere for clues on where she could be. The rain slapped the earth with a rageful night of fighting. And Damian had to think, question why his sister came back if not for the first reason he gave out. 

“Your mother wouldn’t have let her go that easily, Damian.” Batman replied after a while of thinking.

“I know that, but I got out. [Name] can do the same and I think she only got caught by Joker to get us out,” Damian speculated with his eyes looking at the streets his father sped by. 

Bruce hummed and opened his mouth to say something, but a man wearing a clown mask jumped in front of the Batmobile with his gun raised high in surrender. Immediately, Bruce yanked the wheel to the left and narrowly dodged the masked man. The Batmobile spun out of control before Bruce used the boosters of the vehicle to spin it in the other direction regaining traction.

It worked and Damian looked at his father with a glare, “And you say I can’t drive.” 

……

“W-we need help,” The clown thug pressed his gun closer to his chest, not wanting Batman or his sidekicks to take the only weapon that can protect him away. “She…she’s killing everyone and she’s too fast. Everything we did…she can’t feel it! Her blood, their blood…it’s everywhere!” The thug cried out and pointed toward the alleyway that he popped out from. 

“Who are you talking about?” Batman asked, but he knew full well who the man was speaking about. [Name] was skilled, maybe even more than Damian. He heard the stories of his daughter and felt guilt for not taking her with him. She must have been on the verge of breaking and tonight Joker broke her. 

“Joker called her The Little Killer of the Desert,” The thug looked around to make sure she wasn’t around to hear him. “And she went on this rampage! We hit her with our best shots and she’s still running around killing all of us!” 

“And what about Joker?” Damian walked up after giving his brothers a heads up about their location and status. 

The thug shook his head and scoffed, “That crazy bastard laughed and for some reason, she left him alone even though he instigated her! I’m telling you, you guys won’t even stand a chance against her.”

Damian rolled his eyes and began walking into the alley filled with determination to save his sister. Their mother must have brainwashed her with a mission and keywords to have her perform a massacre on Joker’s men. 

Damian wasn’t surprised to see a factory in Joker and Harley’s style the more they walked into the area. Neon lights were everywhere as well as clown faces and diamond shapes all over the walls. Then there was a chorus of hoots and hollers from a radio, a fake audience. 

A miniature fighting pit had been made in the center of the apartment complex and right in front of the factory. Then a cry of help was heard before the man choked on a heap of his blood. A katana dug deep into his back, the tip of it connecting with his heart of black. Then it protruded out of his chest covered in blood and rain.

“Oh, come on! Is there anyone out there able to stop her! This is getting boring!” Joker’s voice shouted watching the teenage girl swiftly take her katana back. The body in front of her dropped joining with other dead ones surrounding her. 

Joker stood up from his makeshift throne and pointed over at Damian, “The Boy Wonder! What a crazy match up against my little killer! Come on in and take your best shot, be careful though she has been-” He cackled and gestured to the bodies, “killing all of her opponents!” 

Damian cursed under his breath and looked back at Batman, “I can take her on while you catch Joker na question him on why he had her in the first place.” 

Batman silently stared at Damian and mulled over his words. Then he looked over at Joker saying to the teen, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

…

Soon felt like forever especially when Damian struggled to capture his sister. “Is this what Grayson felt like when I first met him?” Damian grunted out when [Name]’s fist made contact with his nose. In his daze, [Name] jumped at him and straddled his waist. Quickly she swiped a kunai from her vest and aimed it at his heart. 

“Snap out of it!” Damian shouted, his hands holding back her own which held tightly onto her kunai. The tip of it touched the tip of his padded armor and he felt her weight pushing forward to drive it into him. She said nothing the entire time she fought him and she still said nothing trying to end his life. 

“This isn’t you!” Damian grunted out, holding her back as much as he could. “I am your brother! You are my sister! Wake up, [Name]!”

She didn’t relent. His words weren’t reaching her. Their mother, their cruel mother must have spent weeks breaking her mind in order for her to forget about him. He yelled out as he forced the kunai away from his chest where his heart lay. His eyes blinked away the rain that fell on his face and her face drowned out in the background. 

Instead his eyes focused on the bracelet he tied around his wrist today. The little charm on it with the button inside gave him some sort of hope. Maybe this could wake her up from this nightmare. Making quick work, Damian let the kunai dig into his right palm and he cried out while pressing the button on the bracelet. 

His blood dripped onto his face as the sound of a small beeping came from her ankle. It beeps continuously and he looked up at her this time, seeing his distraught sister. Not the killer their mother made her to be. The noise, this certain beep, has been her saving grace for a while now. 

“Brother, did you know?” She asked quietly, afraid that somewhere their mother was watching them from afar. She pressed the dagger closer to his chest, keeping up this charade. When Damian subtly shook his head in disagreement, she went on to explain, “Mother brainwashed me with certain words and methods. I killed so many people under the guise of Little Killer of the Desert and I woke up in their blood with their bodies surrounding me. So Ali used the beeps of this charm to snap me out of it. It took trial and error because it had to be activated by you in order for it to ring.” 

[Name] snatched her hands away from Damian’s grasp and with a flash of lightning above their heads, he felt the sharp blade at his neck. “The bracelet went missing for a year, do you remember that? Ali stole it one night and we began training my mind to listen for it. I was sent with Zhao to kill you. But you pressed this charm and snapped me out of my mission. And here I am, on the same mission.”

She backed up and pushed herself off of Damian’s body. She couldn’t look him in the eyes, not when she failed again. “One of us has to die in order for the other to live, Damian,” She dropped her kunai onto the floor and cried, her tears mixing with the rain. She can’t kill her brother, he has a life to live and it’s a fulfilling one. While she…she’s always been a ghost, no one on this planet knows she lives. 

Damian has a family, he has friends and he has enemies that know of him. 

Now [Name] has her brother, only Damian knows how she laughs or how she used to pull pranks on him when they were younger. He knows that she likes to read books, to dive into different worlds that aren't always just about fighting. Damian knows she likes to dream, to dream of a life where she’s in control. 

“It’s me or you, brother,” She swallowed thickly and brought her eyes up to him, “Do you understand?” 

“I understand.” He solemnly whispers and with another flash of lightning, she attacked him. In his defense, Damian picked up the kunai off the floor and raised it up. His instinct had been faster than what his father taught him. The kunai she slipped from her hip didn’t even make it to his heart. But his did with a nasty squelch. 

He refused to move, but she pressed it further into her chest and smiled softly. The relief, it was such a relief to feel the weight of all the ones she killed off her shoulders and back. Blood leaked from the corner of her lips as she said, “Better you than her.” [Name] looked up from his teary eyes and at the woman standing about ten feet away from them. She rather die in her brother’s arms than the woman who claimed to be their mother. 

“Live long, Damian.” [Name] gazed down at his trembling hand that caused her death. Yes, her death would haunt him forever. But he understood what she meant. He had to be the one to end her life. She held his hand tightly in hers and she slumped forward in his sitting position. Her head hit his shoulder and he sat paralyzed in his spot. 

His beating heart pounded louder than the rain hitting the cement. He struggled to breathe because he felt the breath leaving her lungs. He felt her tight grip weakening and her heart slowing down. “No, wait,” Damian pleaded and shoved her backwards, her eyes already closed, “no, this wasn’t- Why! Why would you make me do that!” He shouted in anguish. 

Then the clicking of calculated steps from behind him got louder. Talia was here to collect his sister’s body, probably to drop her in the pit. He couldn’t let that happen. [Name] belonged with him, finally put to rest and to move on. 

Before Talia could reach any closer to her children, a clang of metal pierced the air. A batarang stuck out from the cement, warning Talia not to step any closer to the twins. 

“Back away from them,” A deep voice warned with anger laced in his threatening tone. 

Damian looked up from [Name]’s fatal wound and saw his father emerge from the shadows with a beaten Joker and Harley Quinn. Both criminals were knocked out and captured, his bloody knuckles holding tight onto their leashes. 

“I’m taking her back, she belongs with me” Talia said with a click of her tongue.

Batman dropped the criminals onto the floor and walked with an aura of darkness shrouding him. He stepped right in front of a crouching Damian who held tightly onto [Name]’s dead body. 

“She’s going home with us and having a proper burial. She deserves it,” Batman said.

“You don’t know what the girl deserves!” Talia lashed out, her nails digging into her palms. 

“She’s not your daughter, Talia!” He snapped back. 

“You ruined that the moment she died and you resurrected her in the pit. You forced her into becoming a killing machine, making her forget who she truly was. A girl who loved playing tricks on her brother, a girl who read books to escape her reality and a girl who dreamed of a life that belonged to her. You stripped away my right to being her father and supporting her like I did for her brother. She’s going home where she belongs.”

Talia faltered and looked down at her children. Damian was still in a stump, never moved away from the feuding parents. “How much did he tell you about her?” 

“Everything,” Bruce said with a stern voice, “I wanted to know what my daughter was like. If she had any hobbies or interests besides what you made her do. I wanted to know her just in case she came back with us, just in case she wanted my help getting away from you. I may not have been the greatest father or the best at times, but hearing about you and what you did to [Name]...” 

Bruce wanted to ask how Talia could mistreat [Name] like that. But one look at Damian and he knew he needed to get his son home before he completely broke. 

“She’s an assassin to you, but she’ll be a daughter to me most and foremost.” Bruce declared and Talia scoffed at his words before turning on her heel. If Talia had the League with her, maybe she stood a chance against Batman, but she didn’t. 

With Talia gone, Bruce knelt down in front of his grieving son and placed a hand onto his shoulder to ground him. 

“Damian,” Bruce called out gently, “it’s time to go home.” 

Damian looked down at [Name] and pressed his face into the crook of her neck and let out a wail of sadness. Those words should have been for [Name] too. It was always what she wanted to hear. Instead she lived a life as a ghost. Her name will be remembered only by him and their father. 

He didn't understand why this had to end like this. So why did he tell her he understood?

[silkythewriter]

Hi there I saw that your doing death note and it’s my fav anime so I was thinking for some headcannons for L with a older sister who is the complete opposite of him and comes to Japan to see him when the Kira case is happening and doesn’t take anything seriously and is just flirting with the task force and Misa and knows Light is Kira and says it all the time

(I have a death oc like this and I thought it would be cool)

Thank you bye

✬Being L’s older Sister!✬

Warnings!: grammer, spelling mistakes! May be a bit OOC!

Fandom!: Death Note!

Author note!: AH HELLO!!!! (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃YOUR MY FIRST DEATH NOTE REQUESTER THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY ٩(ᐛ)و

Summary!: Being L’s older flirty sister!(who doesn’t take much seriously!)

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“if you see my sister Evelyn

Tell that girl to hurry home again!

Where oh where'd my sister Evelyn go?”

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Everyone was in shock the first time he introduced you, most likely by accident (￣▽￣💧)

Really!, the first time you walked in and hugged L while ruffling his hair made everyone baffled. I mean, L keeps everyone at arms length so to see him let you do it with no expression shocked everyone.

“There’s my favorite little brother!” You cooed as you pitched his cheeks teasingly. “I’m your only little brother Y/n.”

Everyone genuinely just stared, especially light, as you two bickered like, well, siblings!

“ shouldn’t you respect your elders or something!” You said crossing your arms at the dark haired man. “Well, yes, but considering how ancient you are, your probably considered a fossil by now.” He snickered softly.

L, snickering is a rare sight in of itself, L bantering, now that’s a new game feild!

Of course, L takes extra precautions when it comes to you. Especially with his suspicions of light being Kira, and Misa. So he makes sure to use some kind of nickname, or fake name of your choosing.

In all honesty your flirty attitude shocks everyone, especially form how polar opposite’s you and L are compared to each other. From personality wise, to even speaking wise.

MATSUBA WOULD ESPECIALLY BE BASHFUL AND FLUSTER AROUND YOU(≧▽≦)

I honestly see L sharing one of his toppings with you, like a cherry or strawberry!, he only does it when you lounge around while he’s looking over the information he has so far. Almost absentmindedly, though for a piece of his actual dessert is harder to have then catching Kira…(¬_¬)

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a soft spot for you though!, as you are the only thing he has to consider family, you mean a great deal to him. That’s why he’s wary of having you by his side on your visit due to the risks.

But once proven you can handle your own and not let your real name nor any other info he’d be a bit more willing to have you around the task force!

Adding onto that, you catching on to L’s suspicious of light being Kira definitely helps your case. But it takes everyone by surprise when you casually blurt it out without a care.

“I bet a strawberry short cake light is Kira” you say swiveling around the in the rolling chair as everyone turns to face you. L especially, A bit surprised but not stunned only muttered out a response “Deal.”

Misa is so happy to see another girl around! But not so much about you siding with L, that light is Kira. But she quickly shoved that aside to become friends!

She does like talking a lot so please be warned before you talk to her, especially about light.

She loves some playful flirting!, and she’s willing to do it but also is quick to make sure to tell light it’s nothing serious(like he cares much). She calls you some cute nicknames!, you guys are probably quick to become friends.

As for light himself, he’s quite wary of you at first, are you another L?, we’re you after him too? How’d you suspect him so quickly?. He ‘s put off by you, but at the same time keeps his acts up as the innocent deputy’s son.

He’s not sure if he should concider you a threat or not, you don’t take the investigation seriously much, but as well are quick to point the finger at him. Your on a gray line with him due to this, he keeps his guard up, but tries to play it off so no one gets suspicious.

Even in tense situations during the investigation you still have a way of calming L, mostly by your calm composure. It makes him feel a bit better

And having someone siding with him during the investigation without question is a big comfort as-well!

Going back to the flirting part, I do think L does get a bit wary. Not necessarily with you, but the task force as he wants them to focus on the case. But also as a brother he is protective of you and watching people get flustered by your flirty comments is something he doesn’t necessarily enjoy seeing. But at the same time he doesn’t do much to stop you, just kinda glares with his unsettling wide eyes at the person who is bright red.

“Y/n, please leave Mogi alone, he look’s red” L said bluntly. “Awww, cmon I’m just having some fun” you said waving him off before retreating to your chair to let him get back to work.

Poking at L’s face repeatedly to get him to take a break is a common occurrence, but if he’s coming to a break through he will push your hand away and push your rolling chair as far as he can. (╥_╥)

L loves you a ton, and although his almost unchanging face and beady eyes feel like other wise you read him like a book and can tell he does care!. It’s nice having someone that cares about him outside of watari. This case is probably the most if not only hardest case to come to date, so having som support is genuinely helpful.

Speaking of watari, depending on your relationship with him he’d love you!, of course since you are L’s older sister he will treat you with the same respect he has for L. And will do his best for your safety as he knows what you mean to L.

He does lecture you two about getting along some times though (｡ﹷ ‸ ﹷ ✿)

Honestly most of the task force thought that he was actually the older sibling and you the youngest at first glance.

I imagine after you and L have an argument like any sibling does. Although getting into an argument is hard due to his monotone voice. He makes up by it in sweets, though it’ll probably end up with him stealing some after he finished his.

It’s also nice having a second opinion, like voicing what you think the evidence is leading to, or your thoughts on the investigation so far. It makes a thought provoking experience for him.

Please force this man to get some rest cause with those dark circles under his eyes he looks 10 years older then you 😭

Overall he really does care for you, and sure you may not see it. But due to the Kira case he will keep a closer eye on you, older sister or not. He takes it upon himself to keep you safe!, even if you banter like you were still young! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

✬☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆✬

GRAHHH TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST DEATH NOTE REQUEST I AM SO GREATFUL PLEASE COME AGAIN!

[all-pacas]

i think private lives might be The best episode of house??

BE NOT AFRAID can you believe wilson’s porno was like the third most interesting thing in this episode. can you believe not a single person in the hospital didn’t watch it and doesn’t respect wilson enough to not let him know that

speed dating!!! everyone crying to wilson about cancer. i bet the numbers he got just wanted consults. two people gave house they number and i want to know who and why. CHASE and his awful american accent and immediate existential crisis

“god you’re pretty” — normal boss employee relationship

absolute birth of the chase-13 relationship/best friends/siblings thing. she tells him to go suck dick. he tries to manwhore his way into borrowing her car. they manage to have a sincere and honest conversation but also the hilarity of 13’s “the fact that my first love was 30 should have been a red flag.” obsessed with these two

wilson and chase scheming together! rare pair!! is this the first time they’ve ever spoken?? and what do they speak about?? house. wilson turning to chase for manipulation tactics. chef’s kiss

chase knowing house to an absurd level of detail from the bookie he uses to the times he wears his glasses. and is only interested in using this power for evil

wilson dropping his revenge prank because of house’s daddy issues. house printing a banner for the lobby about wilson’s porn

the birth of Dumb Whore Chase. can you believe this man thought people were attracted to his personality. his PERSONALITY

something insane about chase reaching out unknowingly to house’s biological father and probably having a nice conversation about god with him when house has not spoken to him and Can not

[muffinsin]

The possessive smut part of this request ;) see the jealous s/o HC here! :)

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist

Bela

The blonde gasps when she suddenly feels hands around her, then giggles as your scent embraces and surrounds her.

“Why hello, little one”, she coos playfully. Bela gasps when instead of the usual smile she feels against her neck, or perhaps the kiss pressed to her pale skin, she feels your fingers grabbing her cheek from behind.

She shivers at your tongue on her neck.

“You’re all mine”, is whispered possessively in her ear. She gasps at the squeeze of her cheeks and hip. “All mine, Bela”

She whimpers. “Yes, draga”, she answers. She doesn’t know what caused this situation, but doesn’t mind. She feels excitement bubbling in her stomach at your roughness. “I’m all yours”, she moans at a squeeze of her hip.

“Good”, you answer. She gasps, looking down when you roughly pull down the top of her dress. She blushes at your warm fingertips on her breasts. “This, is all mine”, you whisper to her ear, squeezing her breasts yet again for emphasis. She moans, nodding quickly. “Yes, all yours”, she confirms.

Too many comments had been made about your girlfriend too often. You’re sick of servants thirsting for the blonde behind her back, as though you wouldn’t hear. Perhaps you just need to make sure everybody knows this rare beauty belongs to you.

Bela feels you undo her corset and eyes it when it falls to the ground, then arches her back just when you peel the dress off her body, revealing smooth, creamy skin of pale, nearly grey-ish colour. She squirms when your thumbs hook into her underwear and pull down, revealing her to you entirely.

“This, is mine. Say it, Bela”, you demand, fingertips running across her bare cunt. She shivers, legs bucking. “It’s yours, draga”, she answers obediently.

She gasps when she is pushed over, stumbling like prey beneath your hands, into her large bed. She watches your beautiful eyes stare down at her hungrily.

“Good girl”

She squirms beautifully for you.

Bela gasps when you cut right to the chase, not even bothering undressing yourself. Instead you merely straddle the, gripping her hips and lifting the light blonde’s lower parts until her legs rest on your shoulders.

A breathy moan passed her plump lips when she feels your tongue against her most sensitive area. Both of you know: this is yours too.

“Your taste…”

She feels herself grow even wetter than she already is at the praise spoken softly and hungrily to her.

Her hand in your hair, she moans and grinds her hips down on you as you lick and suck her, clit teased and slit licked until she’s completely wet for you.

But you don’t want her to come around your tongue just yet, and pull away, leaving her to whine and lift her hips. She’s adorably needy for you.

“Let me show you who you belong to, Bela”, you speak, pulling down your pants and using the strap around your hips to enter her swiftly.

She gasps at the sudden intrusion, squeaking in surprise and moaning at the pleasure of you pushing inside. She loves the feeling of a light stretch and spread of her cunt whenever you push inside for the first time.

Greedy hands rest on her thighs and hip, marking and kneading the soft skin. Bela’s head is thrown back fast, her body submitting naturally to yours as you deliver such loving, yet hard treatment upon her.

Your hips thrust quickly and hard, railing her into the bed as all the beauty can do is grip the sheets tightly.

She feels your tongue at her neck, and your hand holding her cheek as she screams once you dig your teeth inside. For a moment you consider shushing the blonde woman, covering plump, dark painted lips with your hand as she moans and screams in pleasure.

But no, you realise. You want everybody to hear how good you’re treating her. She’s all yours after all, not some object to be used for their pleasure and filthy fantasies.

Bela throws her head back at the harsh movements between her legs, the strap large and long, hitting deep. It almost feels as if you’re filling her to the brim, hitting the back of her womb with every thrust.

She squirms helplessly below you, nipples hard and sensitive, her thrown back.

Another stab at her neck from your teeth digging inside makes the Dimitrescu cum around you, her body shaking and her eyes fluttering shut.

You’re not done with your girlfriend, as she soon realises too.

“Dr-a-AH!”, she gasps, cunt fucked hard and clit flicked by your fingertips. Her back arches, her legs wrap around you tightly.

She’s so sensitive, you manage to draw sounds from her every second. She can neither stay still nor quiet for you now.

Another bite. Her neck is littered in them, bites and hickies claiming your territory.

“Nghmn!”, she groans, your lips latching on her breasts. She feels you suck her sensitive nipples and tightens her hold on you. It feels sensational.

“G-Good!”, she gasps, her thighs trembling. You push down your own orgasms, eager to see the woman fall apart multiple times for you. You want her aching and having difficulty walking by the end of this, a constant reminder of your capabilities.

Bela whimpers when hickies are placed alongside her chest. She feels so good, marked in such a way.

When she comes again, it’s pure bliss. She feels herself be turned around, her ass sticking out for you as she is pushed to her hands and knees.

A throaty moan and scream fill the room when you keep thrusting. Both of you know, you will not leave this room until both of you are satisfied and she is plenty marked up to divert the stares and attention pointed her way.

Cassandra

Cassandra smirks as you grip her wrist tightly, pulling her along. She doesn’t struggle, instead relishes in your powerful grip and bites her lip at the marks it must leave on her pale skin.

Her smirk is not yet wiped off her face, instead mockingly stares at you when you pull her into the next available room, an empty guest room, and push her up against the wall harshly.

“Feeling rough, little prey?”, she coos. She bites her lip when she is pushed around, her cheek smudged against the cold wall and her hands restrained by yours.

She feels you push up against her, breasts against her backside and a hard strap pushing between her ass cheeks. She grows more excited, and feels it in the way her underwear clings to her. She can’t help but love riling you up.

“Today is not the day to be teasing me, Cassandra”, you warn angrily, energetic and possessive as you move her hair to the side and see her pretty face. You know this pretty face belongs to you, but you also know the brat loves teasing you.

“Ooo, so scary!”, she mocks, laughing maniacally. She loves this, every part of it.

It was one thing too many today, seeing her smirk at you as she slides her hands up a maiden’s waist seductively. Seeing the lust in her eyes as she attempted to touch what was yours.

You have been feeling stressed all day, and it seems your sweet Cassandra just volunteered to help you with that.

Cassandra gasps when you pull up her dress unexpectedly and tug it under her corset. You grab the candle next to the door, long and thin, of red colour. The brunette shrieked when it was thrust inside her mouth, eyes widening as you light it. This was getting very exciting.

“That’s better” you coo at her silence.

Her knees buck when you slide your fingers between her legs, rubbing her panty-covered slit.

“Mghm!”, she complains, hips grinding backwards. She moans when you slap her ass roughly.

“Now this is interesting, Cassandra..”, you coo, fingers pushing inside despite the panties in your way. She moans upon feeling you push them inside of her, deeper with each thrust. “At first you’re a little brat that can’t behave, teases me and flirts with the maidens, now you’re slutting yourself out for my strap.” Cassandra moans when her ass is hit again, then groped. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re just a needy little thing, desperate for my attention”

She pushes her thighs together, blushing and groaning.

“I think it’s time you’re shown who owns you, Cassandra”

She groans loudly when the candle is taken from her, held tightly in your hand while you peel the underwear off her. The brunette shivers as it’s dragged out her soaked cunt.

She is tugged backwards, bent over with her nails hooked into the wall. You couldn’t care less, as long as she obeys and stays in her bent over position.

Cassandra squirms slightly upon feeling the tip of your strap push against her entrance. She’s soaked from her antics, and she knows it. It makes her blush still when it becomes painfully obvious due to the wet sound created when you slide the toy between her southern lips.

She gasped when hot wax dripped from the candle and slid down her spine. “Ah Ah Ah, brat”, you scolded, pushing down on the space between her shoulder blades when she attempted to move.

“You’re mine”, you speak harshly. Cassandra groans when you push yourself inside of her.

She blushes upon feeling you cup her full cunt. “This is mine, Cassie. Get that, you brat?”. She moans, nodding. “Yes, Miss”, she answers. More wax runs down her back. You admire the beautiful red contrasting with greyish pale skin.

She moans upon feeling the heat of the flame right above her spine. You tip the candle, allowing more heat to spread and wax to drip on her. Her back is ached, her legs trembling.

“I see you touch up anyone but me like that again, we’re going to have a problem, Cassandra”

She moans filthily at this. She’s never been this turned on.

Her legs tremble helplessly when you thrust into her harshly, aiming for the spot you know makes her see stars. You can read Cassandra like a book, her body having been explored by you many times.

More wax. She’s so close.

“You’re all mine, understood?”, you ask forcefully. She moans in return, brown curls shaking as she nods her head. “Yes, Miss! Just yours!”

Her backside sports marks from the hot wax, her ass marks from the few forceful spanks delivered to it. Albeit not being allowed to place obvious marks on her, such as on her neck, at least not yet anyway, seeing those fills you with pride. She’s yours, and she looks the part.

“Please”, she begs for you. It sounds beautifully from her dry lips.

“Do you want to cum for me, Cassandra?”

She groans, mewling helplessly. The wall is torn from her claws, but you couldn’t care less.

“Yes, please Miss”

You grant her the wish, thrusting hard and groping what you can reach, blowing out the candle and setting it back where it was in order to grab a hold of her properly.

“Then come for me, my good girl”

Daniela

You grit you teeth as you watch the servant set a hand on Daniela’s shoulder. Her eyes are on your girlfriend, or rather, on her cleavage. While Daniela is oblivious to this, merely watching as the woman pours her wine, you are anything but that.

“Will that be all, Daniela?”

You bite your lip hard enough for it to tear and bloody slightly at the improper lack of Daniela’s title. She is Lady Daniela, to servants. She us Daniela to you.

The redhead doesn’t bother answering the question, enthralled by the blood on your lip. You feel her on your lap, a hand setting on her hip possessively as she coos at the wound on your lips.

The servant is smart enough to take the hint.

“My poor love!”, Daniela coos, fingertips sliding along your lips to collect the blood. She hums as she licks it up eagerly.

Her smile turns into a smirk, however, when she feels your hands lifting her dress and pushing it up. You nearly gasp in surprise at her lack of underwear, and yet your brat only giggles and shrugs. “Oops”, she coos, bare hips wiggling on your thigh.

You’re unwilling to let anybody have a piece of her, no matter how sweet and tempting the vixen is.

Daniela grins when you pull down your pants, momentarily hovering above your lap before sitting back down.

“Oooh, I see”, she smirks, her hand wrapping around the silicone strap between your legs. She is about to get down on her knees when you stop her by tugging her back up by her hiked up dress.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Daniela?”

She smiles. “Yes, my love, all yours”, she reassures. She beams and blushes at the praise she receives for this. “Now show me what a good girl you are and make your lover feel good”

You barely refer to yourself as this, and it’s making her giddy. She gets on her knees immediately and swarms out of her dress, giggling in the nude between your legs.

You wish you could feel her lips wrap around the toy like this, her tongue teasing and her teeth nibbling.

With known ease, she slips you inside her mouth, moaning as she wets the toy and keeps you deep down her sweet throat.

Her legs part and her hand reaches down between them. Daniela whimpers when you catch this and grab her wrist with a small “Tut”.

“Good girls don’t try to sneakily steal pleasure for themselves, Daniela”, you remind her. She moans and whimpers around your fake cock, as if asking for pity.

You know your sweet lover must feel so wet already, all from sucking your fake cock. You are well aware of what the action does to her.

Upon being offered your leg, the greedy woman immediately pulls herself against it, grinding immediately, yet elegantly. Her hips rise and fall sweetly. Your head falls back as though you could feel her around the strap.

Your hips thrust forwards for a moment, then still again at her gags. You feel good, but even more so, you feel high and drunk on her at the same time. Daniela is only yours, and you wish to treat her as such.

“Up here, princess” you coo. She blushes bright pink at the petname, obeying despite the whimper that leaves her lips upon being ordered to stop grinding on you. Instead, she hovers above your lap, hips shaking teasingly.

“Good girl, what a pretty little pet I’ve got myself”, you whisper, hand reaching forth to cup her breast. She moans, her her thrown back and leaning against your shoulder when her sensitive nipple is first rubbed between two fingers, then pulled.

You grip her hip with your remaining hand, using it to tug her down on your strap. “AAah!”, she moans, shivering at the familiar feeling of it pushing past her entrance.

Her legs are spread as you thrust up into her, and you exploit this quickly, using your fingers to find and rub her little clit eagerly. Daniela is a moaning, mewling, and blushing mess on you.

“Please, love, yes! Right there!”, she praises sweetly, as if you weren’t aware of the sweet spots within her.

Another tug of her nipple,

Your fingers rubbing her clit fast,

The strap, coated in spit and wetness, ramming in and out of her. Her thick breasts are soft against your arm, her nipple erect between your two fingers. She mewls beautifully.

She feels close, and so do you. The strap rubs against your clit perfectly. You wish you could fill her entirely. You settle on other means to claim and mark her.

Daniela tips her head to the side obediently when you work on creating hickey and hickey on her, her skin bruising and sporting your marks easily.

She moans with each one, her legs trembling, her hands covering yours and urging you to keep going.

“Please, my loveee!”, she gasps. You smile, moaning as you press a kiss to the side of her face.

You see no reason to deny your beautiful girl

[togrowoldinv]

You’re Mine

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha is not very happy about a coworker flirting with you. She reminds you who you belong to

Warnings: Smut! 18+! Kissing, cursing, fingering, oral, mean (daddy) Natasha

Note: Very much a jealous Nat here. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

You sigh as you close the door behind you. Your wife stands a few feet from you. There’s a certain fire in her eyes.

“You were so grumpy all night, Natasha. What’s wrong?” You ask her.

“It’s nothing. Let’s just go to bed,” Natasha says. She walks towards the bedroom, but you grab her hand before she can get it to the room.

“What is it? Talk to me, baby.”

“Don’t baby me,” Natasha says. “Just don’t.”

“Natasha, what is going on?”

Nat shakes her head and then she moves closer to you. She stops inches from your lips. You think she’s about to kiss you when she speaks instead.

“You were flirting with them,” she says, a bitterness in her tone.

“I- I wasn’t flirting,” you defend yourself.

“No?”

“No, of course not. You’re my wife, Natasha. You’re the only person who I ever want to flirt with again,” you explain.

Something about the look in her eyes tells you that she needs more convincing.

“Nat- I-“

“That’s enough,” Nat says. “Even if you weren’t flirting, they were flirting with you.”

She backs away from you goes into the bedroom. You follow her.

“Let’s talk about this, please,” you say.

“Why don’t you just stay here and let me take a shower?” She asks but it’s more of a command then a question.

You nod sheepishly and sit on the edge of the bed. Natasha is rarely jealous but when she is it can cause her to be extremely possessive. There’s no doubt in your mind that when she gets out of the shower that you are in for a long night.

Your pace quickens as you hear the shower turn off. A few minutes later Nat emerges from the bathroom with only a bra and panties on.

“Natasha, I’m sorry,” you tell her. “I didn’t know and I would never ever do anything to hurt you.”

Nat comes towards you. She stands between your legs and looks down at you. Her hand comes to your chin and lifts your head up to look at her. It’s a little bit rougher than necessary, but Natasha kisses you before you can even let out a whimper. Her kiss is hungry, aggressive even.

“No one else kisses you like this,” Natasha says. You shake your head. She kisses you again but this time bites your lip too hard before she pulls away. “Try again.”

“No one else kisses me like this,” you use your voice this time.

Natasha pushes your shoulders so you fall back onto the bed. Her strong arms move your body further up the bed. She lifts your top off and grabs your breasts immediately at the sight of you in no bra.

This time she kisses down your neck and to your collarbone. She leaves no stone left unturned as she leaves marks all over you.

“You’re mine,” she all but grumbles as her lips move each time.

“I’m yours,” you breathe out every time, not knowing what will happen if you don’t.

She makes her way down your chest, and spends time sucking on your nipples. They’re sensitive but Nat doesn’t care. She’s relentless, licking and sucking every inch of them.

Natasha leans up and looks over you. Your eyes are screwed shut from the way she is making you feel. “Look at you. So pretty. So ready to be fucked until you’re dumb. They don’t get to see you like this,” she says.

“Fuck,” you say as you open your eyes. She’s looking down on you with so much passion in her eyes. A small smile slips onto her face. You think maybe she might break from being so tough, but she moves down your body and slips off your pants.

“Oh yes, you’re so wet for me, baby,” Natasha says. She runs her fingers through your folds. “Does anyone else get you this wet?”

“No,” you choke out.

“No, what?”

God you love when she gets this way.

“No, daddy. Only you,” you answer. She rewards your term usage by inserting a finger inside you.

“Fuck. You took that so easily. You’re so ready for me already,” Natasha says.

She adds a finger and slips in and out of you with ease. Nat kisses the insides of your thighs as she pulls you closer and closer to your high.

“Daddy please,” you beg her when you’re close.

“Not yet. Don’t come yet,” she commands. She slows her pace and you whimper. “None of that, baby.” She reaches up with her other hand and grabs at your sensitive breasts again. “Do you think anyone else can fuck you like this?”

“No, daddy. Only you,” you answer her, fighting to not come too soon. But the pleasure is too much. You come all over her fingers.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” Nat says once you’ve come back to. She doesn’t take her fingers out of you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

She brings her hand to your hip to you still as she buries her face between your legs.

“Stay still,” she says.

“Nat, I can’t- I-“

“You can,” she says. She lifts her head up just enough to see that you aren’t in any real pain. “And you will.”

Your next words are dead on your tongue as she takes your clit in her mouth. You’re sensitive to her touch, but it feels so good as she uses her tongue to get you off.

“Please, daddy, please,” you say.

She decides to indulge you this time and tells you to come for her. Nat licks you until your hips stop trying to move beneath her.

She moves up your body and brings you in for a kiss. It rivals the aggression of her first kiss of the night.

“I love you, Natasha,” you say once she pulls away. You’re dizzy with pleasure.

“I know,” she says, keeping her tough exterior up. “Can you give me one more?”

“Yes,” you say. “I can. I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” she says. She slips off her own panties, you don’t miss the way they are soaking.

Natasha aligns her pussy with yours and wastes no time as she grinds against you. Your hips move up to meet her thrusts as you move your head to suck on her nipples. She pushes your head back down onto the bed with a hand on your throat.

“Don’t move,” she commands. “Or I’ll stop.”

“No, please don’t stop.”

Nat moves faster against you. Your vision starts to fade from so much stimulation but you blink away the stars.

You come first but Natasha is quick to follow you.

“Fuck that’s so good,” she says as she settles down.

You reach for her face and she leans down to kiss you. It’s finally a softer kiss.

“I love you, detka,” she says against your lips. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Natasha. All yours.”

You two share a smile as she lays next to you and pulls you into her chest.

“I’m not sorry that I got jealous,” Nat says. You nod against her. “I just can’t lose you.”

“And you never will,” you assure her. “I’m yours.”

[fickle-tiction]

For Old Time’s Sake

“Ladies and Gentleman, I think Batman might be down for the count.” Clark was pretending to hold a microphone up to his mouth and speaking into it like he was an announcer. “Ohhhh! Nope! He’s up! That is going to hurt tomorrow.”

The corner of Bruce’s mouth pulls up into a smile at Clark’s antics as he circles Diana on the sparring mat. He dodges left as she makes a grab for him, grabbing her arm and using her own momentum to flip her over his back.

“And down goes Wonder Woman!”

Bruce drapes his body over Diana’s to try and pin her down, but she quickly reverses their positions and has Bruce in an armbar before he can even blink.

“I thought we said no powers.” Bruce grunts, trying to free his arm to no avail.

“I can’t help that I’m stronger than you.” 

Bruce lets out a growl, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, he uses every bit of training he can remember and slips out of Diana’s hold. He springs to his feet and is about to execute a flying kick when a voice catches him off guard and has him freezing in his tracks.

“You’re getting slow, old man.”

Bruce whirls around to see his second oldest son standing at the edge of the mat, arms folded across his chest as he watches the match.

“Jason?” Bruce asks before a strong pair of thighs wrap around his neck and slam him down onto the mat. Bruce wheezes as the wind is knocked out of him and doesn’t bother fighting the hold. He merely taps Diana’s thigh twice in quick succession and she releases him.

“Wonder Woman wins again! And the crowd goes wild! Ahhhhhhh!”

“Is everything okay?” Bruce asks, eyes on his son even as he accepts Diana’s hand up.

“Alfred said you were down here training.” That didn’t explain why he was at the house in the first place, but Bruce wasn’t going to push. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you get your ass kicked. I had no idea Wonder Woman would be here.” Jason barreled straight past Bruce to get to Diana, a charming smile on his face that Bruce couldn’t remember ever seeing. “It’s so great to meet you. I’m Jason.”

Diana let out a soft gasp of delight as she shook hands with Bruce’s son. “Diana. We have heard so much about you. It is wonderful to finally meet you!”

“Hey Jason, I’m Clark.” Clark also shook hands with Bruce’s son, reveling in this rare glimpse into their friend's personal life.

“I can’t believe you’re friends with Wonder Woman and Superman.” Jason directed at Bruce. “Seriously, why do you guys hang out with him?” This last bit was naturally directed at Clark and Diana.

Clark barked out a surprised laugh. “For his winning personality.” Bruce scowled, and Clark nodded in his direction with a grin. “Obviously.”

Jason snorted and Diana tsk’d, swatting at Clark’s arm even though she was clearly trying not to laugh too.

“Okay.” Bruce said loudly, clapping his hands together to capture everyone’s attention. “The three of you meeting is a terrible idea.” Clark and Diana’s favorite pastime seemed to be teasing Bruce, and them teaming up with Jason was just asking for trouble. It would be best to kick Clark and Diana out and herd Jason upstairs for tea with Alfred. “Break it up. Everyone out.”

Jason gasps, clutching his chest, and Bruce’s attention is once again zeroed in on him. “You’d kick out your own son?” Bruce’s brain temporarily goes offline when Jason says the S word, despite his teasing tone.

“I---” Bruce may be a man of few words, but he is never at a loss for words. Until now. He knows Jason is just teasing him, but things are still so rocky between the two of them and he’s always afraid of overstepping and scaring Jason off.

“Of course not.” Clark says forcefully, clapping a hand on both Bruce and Jason’s shoulders. Clark didn’t know Bruce especially well, but he did know that he wasn’t the best at expressing himself and he clearly didn’t mean he was going to kick Jason out. He probably just wanted some alone time with what was clearly a surprise visit from his son. Bruce kept his personal life close to his chest; Clark and Diana were surprised he even invited them to the cave to spar in the first place. “We were just finishing up here. You two go catch up. We can show ourselves out.”

“And miss me wiping the floor with him?” Jason’s grin is cocky but his posture is stiff, as though he’s afraid Bruce might really kick him out...or that Clark and Diana might leave him alone with Bruce. “That is, if you’re up for it Old Man.”

Bruce resists the urge to call for Alfred to check his blood for traces of toxins; even though this clearly must be some kind of hallucination. Jason is here. In the cave. And he wants to spend time with him. (Sure, by “Spend time with him” he means spar with him and inflict damage on him, but he would take what he could get.) This must be a new strain of Scarecrow’s toxin.

Bruce mentally shakes those thoughts off, knowing he’s being paranoid and that he is in real danger of chasing his son away with his paranoid thought process. “You really think you can take me?” He asks, mimicking Jason’s cocky smirk and throwing in a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not a skinny 15 year old anymore.” Bruce buried down the burning guilt that rose at those words. He knew Jason wasn’t trying to taunt him, and was just making friendly trash talk. Those were his own issues to deal with, and he would bury them until he had time to sort them out. Preferably in 20-30 years when he was a crazy old man wandering around the manor alone and could properly express his emotions. 

“First one to tap out wins?” Bruce suggested.

“You’re on.”

They shake hands in the middle of the mat; Diana and Clark cleared off to the edges at some point in their exchange but Bruce couldn’t spare them more than a passing thought. Someone went “Ding ding ding” and then Jason was lunging at him.

“What the hell have you been eating?” Bruce grunted, rolling out from under Jason’s bulk and pressing a knee into the small of his back to try and keep him down.

Jason’s only response was a snort of laughter. He managed to get his arms under himself and surged up, sending Bruce toppling off his back. Bruce popped up before Jason had a chance to pin him down, and Jason had to throw himself out of the way of the foot that came flying at his stomach.

They danced around each other for the next few minutes, each throwing the occasional punch or kick. Clark kept up a constant stream of narration and Diana alternated who she was rooting for seemingly at random. Bruce couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he ducked and weaved.

“What was that move you used to do all the time?” Jason asked, ducking the fist that came flying at his face as soon as he finished speaking.

“Elaborate.” Bruce did a back flip to avoid Jason’s attempt at grabbing him.

“You know the one.” Jason’s tone should have been setting off warning bells, but Bruce was too busy trying to avoid being tackled to the ground by 250 pounds of solid muscle to pick up on it. “What if the mugger has a knife?” He asked in a passable imitation of Bruce’s Batman Growl.

Bruce’s eyes went wide and he just barely managed to dance out of Jason’s reach at the last possible second. “Jason.”

“Batman is bringing out the Dad Voice. Something serious is about to go down people.” 

“You have to be prepared for anything, B.” And then Jason got his arms around him and Bruce’s life flashed before his eyes. 

Okay. Maybe Clark and Diana were onto something when they called Bruce a Drama Queen.

“You’re dead.” Jason growls, jamming his fingers into Bruce’s ribs and wiggling them wildly. Bruce clamps his mouth shut, focusing all of his energy on trying to escape from what is essentially a bear hug from his hulk of a son.

“J-Jay.” He grits out, breathing heavy through his nose when Jason starts pinching around the spot where his abs faded into his sides. His whole body jolting when strong fingers start prodding at taut muscles.

“Come on Big Bird, if you can’t escape this how will you defend against the real thing?” Jason taunted, pinching up and down Bruce’s muscled sides.

“No way.” Clark breathed, the sound completely drowned out by the laugh being ripped out of Bruce’s lungs.

“Sh-hihihihi-it!” The dam breaks when Jason’s fingers find the sweet spot at the bottom of Bruce’s ribs. “Not-not there!” Bruce laughs, trying to curl his body forward. Jason’s arms crisscrossed over his chest don’t let him go anywhere, so Bruce does the next best thing his tickle-rattled brain can think of. He throws all of his considerable weight backwards, knocking Jason off-balance and sending the two of them crashing to the mats.

Bruce wastes no time catching his breath, flipping around and pinning Jason to the mat. “Oh-ho.” Bruce laughs at the alarmed look in Jason’s eyes. “You’re in for it now.”

“Who is this man, and what has he done with Bruce?” Clark whispers to Diana, neither of their eyes leaving the pair struggling on the sparing mat. Bruce looks ten years younger with the blinding smile stretched across his face as he taunts Jason. He let’s one of Jason’s hands go so he can burry his fingers into Jason’s armpit, sending the younger man into a fit of laughter, which is quickly joined by Bruce’s own laughter when Jason latches onto his side and starts squeezing.

“Jay, tag me in.” Clark Kent’s bare feet come into view, and Bruce abruptly stops his attack. He slowly looks up with wide eyes to see Clark’s cocky smirk as he holds out a hand for Jason to slap.

“Since when is this a tag team match?” Bruce knows running won’t do him any good, but he can’t help but glance around for an escape plan. He grabs Jason’s hand that was trying to sneak back to his stomach, pinning it back down to the mat.

“Since Jason was kind enough to show us a new side of you.” Diana purred into his ear and Bruce just barely refrained from jumping out of his skin as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his middle. 

“This is not how tag team matches work.” Bruce protests as Jason bucks up to remind him that he’s still being pinned down. Bruce looks down at his smirking son, and his mouth quirks up into a lopsided smile against his will. “Is this why you stopped by?” He asked, amusement bleeding into his tone despite the danger he’s in.

“Alfred said you’ve been down lately.” Jason shrugged, not quite meeting Bruce’s eyes. “I told him that’s just your personality,” Clark snorted at that. “but he promised me a batch of cookies if I came. Said he’d throw in some brownies if I could get you to smile.”

“And it appears the apple did not fall far from the tree, Master Bruce.” All 4 heads swiveled to see Alfred watching from the bottom of the staircase, a fond smile on his face. Bruce scowled at his butler, not missing the hastily concealed phone that meant he probably snapped a few pictures before making his presence known. “Master Jason heard you were training and said he’d like to “take a crack at you” for old time’s sake.”

“Wait, you really used to tickle him when you were sparing?” Clark asked, disbelief clear in his voice. He wouldn’t have believed that ten minutes ago, but after seeing how comfortable Bruce was with fingers trying to burrow their way into his muscles a minute ago he was starting to reevaluate the “no touching” signals Bruce threw off.

“He was 15!” Bruce said, as though that made any difference. “I wasn’t going to punch a child!” Did they think he was some kind of monster? Sure, he could pull his punches, but he wasn’t willing to risk slipping and giving his son a black eye. 

Diana snorted. “You really are a big softy.” She cooed, squeezing him around the middle in a precursor for what was to come.

“Can we wreck him now?” Clark asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Are you asking my permission?” Jason laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the victim here.” He rotated his pinned down wrists for emphasis.

“You started this.” Bruce protested, narrowing his eyes at the smirking man beneath him.

“You started this 15 years ago. I’m just finally getting around to getting my revenge.”

“I am a grown man.” Bruce protested, as though that would change anything.

“Yes, but you have the emotional intelligence of a child.” Clark laughed again, and Jason looked pleased with himself. 

“I like him.” Diana laughed, breath tickling the shell of Bruce’s ear.

“If I may,” Alfred spoke up again, immune to the death glare Bruce was sending his way. “I seem to recall Master Bruce griping about Master Kent’s habit of squeezing his thighs whenever he gets up from a seat.” Bruce goes entirely still, cursing the warm feeling creeping into his cheeks. “I believe the phrase he used was “It makes me want to crawl out of my skin, Alfred.” “

“I am not going to forget this.” Bruce growls, glaring daggers at his friend-turned-enemy.

“Just as I haven’t forgotten a little boy shrieking in delight as he begged his father to send the tickle monster after him.”

You could cook an egg on Bruce’s face, it was so hot. Jason was cackling beneath him, Clark was clearly trying to hide his laughter behind his hand, and Diana gasped softly into his ear.

“I was four.” Bruce murmured, blush racing down his neck and settling across his chest.

“That is the cutest thing I have ever heard.” Diana’s laugh managed to not sound mocking, but Bruce still bristled at being called cute.

“I was four.” He reiterated, a quick intake of air cutting off any further protests when Diana unceremoniously latched onto his upper ribs and started tickling with abandon.  

Bruce had just enough presence of mind to not go crashing down onto Jason, instead trying to roll sideways as his arms turned to jelly and hoarse laughter was ripped from his throat. Clark wasted no time in joining in, strong fingers latching onto the muscle of Bruce’s thigh and squeezing them at random.

“Fucking he-hehehe-hell!” Bruce gasped, laughter pouring out of him unbidden as he tried to curl into a ball on his side. Diana and Clark were hovering over him, boxing him in so he couldn’t escape, but not cheating and holding him down so he at least had a chance at fighting back. Bruce kicked out at Diana when she slipped a hand under his shirt to tickle at the bare skin of his stomach. His foot connected with something and he had a second of triumph, before he squealed.

“Ooooh I think I’ve found a good spot.” Diana was holding his ankle in a steel grip while she dragged her nails across his bare sole, drawing swirling shapes into the vulnerable skin and driving Bruce wild.

“Dickhead is going to love this.” Jason laughed. Bruce cracked his eyes open, prepared for Jason to join in the fray, but shook his head when he saw his son recording the whole thing on his phone.

“Jason.” Bruce managed to get out, once Diana released his foot and let him regain some of his sanity. “Don’t you da-ha-dare!” He reached for the phone, but Jason just buried his free hand in Bruce’s armpit and sent him collapsing back to the mat with a bark of laughter.

“I think justice has been served.” Diana said, after another minute of tickling around and behind Bruce’s bare knees where his shorts had ridden up. Bruce’s face was flushed a healthy shade of pink, and his chest was heaving as he hugged himself around his stomach and shook with laughter, rolling side to side in an attempt to shake their hands off.

Jason’s phone disappeared from view, and Bruce rolled onto his stomach and pillowed his head in his arms as he caught his breath, trying to tamp down on the residual laughter still running through him. 

“You know,” Bruce looked up at Clark’s teasing tone. “You could have asked us to stop earlier.”

“I did!” Bruce protested, pushing himself into a sitting position to glare at Diana’s tittering laugh.

“You did not.”

“Let’s watch the video playback, shall we?” Jason was gloating, wagging his phone over Bruce’s head. Bruce lunged for it, snatching it away and springing to his feet. “HEY!” Jason yelped, trying to grab it back as Bruce danced out of his reach, using one hand to open up the camera app so he could delete the video

Before he could get to it a facetime call popped up, Dick’s excited face plastered across the screen. “You didn’t.” Bruce groaned, letting Jason snatch the phone back and answer the call. 

“Bruce is ticklish!?” Dick’s voice rang out, skipping right over the greetings to get to the important stuff. 

“Yes!” Jason crowed, spinning so his back was to the 3 heroes and he could get them all in frame. “Old man’s been holding out on us all these years.”

“I can’t believe this!”

“Wait. They never got you back?” Clark asked, sidling up next to Bruce, who was clearly trying to scowl at the phone but he couldn’t wipe the lopsided smile from his face.

“Nope. I kept that secret for almost 20 years.” Bruce said, shaking his head with a self depreciating laugh. 

“You know this changes everything, right?” Diana asks, slipping her arms around Bruce’s waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. 

The muscles in Bruce’s jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth in thought, leaning back against her chest. “Do....do you two want things to change?” He asks, sounding hesitant even to his own ears.

“Only if you do.” Clark says, standing in front of Bruce and blocking them from the view of Jason’s facetime call. Jason seemed to have forgotten about them anyway, caught up in his excited planning with Dick. He almost felt bad for what was to come for Bruce, but he knew he could handle it.

Bruce is quiet for a few seconds, painfully aware that both Clark and Diana could hear his heart hammering away in his chest. He licks his suddenly dry lips as he searches for something in Clark’s gaze. He must find whatever it is he’s looking for, because he nods once. “I...would like that.”

“Wow.” Jason says, appearing at Clark’s elbow. “That almost sounded like a human emotion.”

“Out.” Bruce growls. “Now.”

“Geez.” Jason mutters, hands raised in front of himself in surrender. “Touchy touchy.” He mutters, but scrambles backwards when Clark turns to stare at him.

“Do you really want to stick around and see what’s about to happen?” Clark asked, eyebrow cocked.

Bruce sputters a laugh at Jason’s disgusted expression. He hightails it for the stairs, noticing for the first time that Alfred already took the hint and made himself sparse.

“Now,” Clark turns back to Bruce and Diana, a soft smile playing around his lips. “Where were we?” 

“Right...about...here.” Diana says, dotting a soft line of kisses down the left side of Bruce’s neck. Bruce whimpered, lips squeezed shut as he tried in vein not to move. “You can move, Bruce.” Diana whispered into the skin of his neck. “That’s part of the fun.” 

Bruce gasped, jerking to the side to escape the soft lips dragging over the delicate skin. Clark seized his opportunity to box him in, his lips latching onto the right side of his neck. He slowly made his way up towards Bruce’s ear, while Diana began her slow trek down to his collarbones. Bruce let out a mix between a groan and a whimper, going boneless between them as he felt a new level of pleasure previously unknown to him. He didn’t know if he was going to make it through this night, but what a way to go.

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I want to request a ff. can you make yandere CEO sugar daddy jungkook ff? if you are accepting my request then please don't make yn the typical humble sweet innocent girl who gots herself into that situation just because her dear mom or grandma is on verge of dying and she doesn't have any money so she took that path to save them. no please make her character different. Like a spoiled brat and arrogant girl who wanna have lavish life and power forever and takes advantage of the fact of having powerful handsome most sought after man on her side. kinda gold digger type but not really since she doesn't want to leave him and she actually enjoys his obsession/yandereness until it gets too much. I want to actually see kinda negative female lead than typical positive character? Doesn't really have to be negative just bitchy kinda toxic demanding clingy character etc.

Btw i loved your ffs who is in control and seat of power. I hope you keep making more yandere Jungkook ffs in future. I hope to see more of your ffs in future. You have already become one of my fav author in Tumblr 🩷

Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au teaser

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you obey him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career

date of release: June 12, 2023 | evening (KST)

Preview:

“Baby.” Is the first thing he said after a long silence between the two of you.

“A-are you… Mad?” He asked in his low and soft voice like he really sounded guilty from what he just did. 

“What was that, Jungkook?” You finally spoke and annoyance is evident in your voice. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I just want us to have our dinner because we haven’t done it for weeks already.” His voice was still low and soft just like a child that was scrolled by his mom. 

He doesn’t like it when you’re mad. It rarely happens but when you did, he felt like he did really something terrible for you to get this angry. 

“It was our due date this week, Jungkook and we’re not yet done with our paper. We still have a lot of things to do and I don’t understand why you can’t understand it.” 

He’s getting anxious with how your voice sounds. You’re so pissed and he immediately regrets the actions he just did. 

You sound like you hate him now and that you regret being with him. It’s like any minute, you would open your door and leave him alone. 

By just thinking about it makes him crazy. 

He held your hands and placed them on his lips and you can feel his hands shaking.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry! I’ll promise that I’ll be the one to finish all your works I swear. You already knew that those things are only a piece of cake for me and I can finish that in no time I promise!” He speaks so fast and you feel his anxiousness within his shaking voice and hands. 

“I acted without thinking. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He added as he intertwined his fingers with yours and his lips touched the back of your hand.

He’s too scared that he has to feel you right now in order to calm his nerves because when he doesn't, you might drift away from him. 

“But seriously, Jungkook. What was that?” You asked after a long silence. 

The more that you call him by his name, the more anxious he gets because you don’t call him only by his name. 

“When I read your message—

“I thought you didn’t read them?” He looked at you in your eyes and he bites his lips. 

“I lied. I’m sorry.” He admits and you become more confused with his actions. You don’t understand what’s with him. 

“Baby, I'm uneasy and I felt that something is not right and I saw your location and I saw the guy and I don’t know, I feel like my heart will explode! Babe, I can’t sit well because you’ve been declining my invites multiple times and I don’t know what’s happening and I’m overthinking things.”

Even though he talks too fast, you understand where he’s coming from. You’ve seen this before and you know the reason why this is happening.

“So you thought that I ditched you for Yuan?” You asked, trying to hide your smile. 

“Who’s Yuan?” When he asked that, you immediately cracked up.

“Baby, who’s Yuan?” He asked once again.

“The guy I’m with. Jungkook, what the heck!” You can’t take it as you laugh so hard. 

“Babe, why are you—

“You’re getting jealous of someone you forgot! Who’s not going to laugh at that?” You speak in between your laughs. 

Your laughs continued until you realized that he doesn’t find the situation funny. Your laugh slowly fades when you see how serious he is. 

“I was just kidding! Why so serious, Ggukie?” You spoke and you clung to his arm. You still find the situation funny and you tried your best not to laugh since he’s being serious.

After  a few moments, he spoke. 

“Did you really… Ditch me?” He asked in his low and soft voice and you instantly looked at him in horror while you shook your head.

“Of course not! Why would I do that?” You respond in defense. He looked at your eyes trying to see the sincerity of your words but he’s having a hard time finding it. He looked away as he looked down and you took a deep breath.

“Babe, look at me.” You caressed his face as you moved his head to look at you. His eyes glow in the dark and you love how pleading his eyes look. 

“I understand where you’re coming from but believe me when I say that whenever I decline your invites is because I really do have to finish something. Babe, you know how I value my academics and I am aiming for a latin honor. You know that right?” You brushed your thumb off his cheek and he closed his eyes to feel your touch. 

“And Yuan? He’s just a research partner and nothing else. And please, don’t be insecure because of him. He’s nothing compared to you. And I don’t like him either.” You lean forward to kiss his forehead. 

“Don’t you ever think that I would ever like him because it’s a fucking insult. I have a standard, babe and he didn’t even meet the 1% of my standard.” You spoke in a demeaning tone before you pushed your back at the backrest. 

a/n: This is the first time that I received a ff request and tbh, I was kinda nervous because I might not meet the expectation of the person who requested it. I write everything based on what the ff requester wants and hopefully, I did it right! It was hard for me to go out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing (what I mean is writing a ff that wasn’t me who plotted it) but I realized, why not try it? To the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

[atherflame-theconcubus]

Mei: no… the sheriff & queen removed his voice box..

I wonder if initially banban would just assume that bittergiggle is defective and that’s why he isn’t talking and not question it.

[adrunkskeletonsduck]

Soooo I’m a sucker for Jake sully and Neteyam. I don’t mind either of them but could you perhaps idk write something with a female omaticaya reader. Where she is in an argument with Jake or Neteyam. Something with the reader getting hurt due to not listening to not join the fight against the sky people or something like that. (Let’s just pretend Neteyam never died TTATT). Them being furious and cold towards the reader where it ends up in a heated argument…but with a fluff ending.

Sᴀʏɪɴ’ Tʜɪɴɢs Tʜᴀᴛ Yᴏᴜ Cᴀɴ’ᴛ Sᴀʏ

➜ Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omitikaya!reader

➜ Summary: You’d ignored Neteyam when he told you to stay back and ended up getting hurt saving his life. Now as you sit together in silence while patching him up, he can’t help but feel it’s his fault.

➜ Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, mentions of death, Neteyam blaming himself, angsty (?) at first but fluff ending

➜ Word Count: 1.1k

➜ Notes: I’m already so close to 400, what??

The minute you returned to the Metikayina village you knew you were in for it. You’d avoided Neteyam as much as you could, which wasn’t exactly hard because you had a bullet wound in your shoulder that was bleeding profusely and needed to be treated, giving every excuse in the book as why you needed to be somewhere else and not in the Murui pod with the rest of the Sully family, until finally Neytiri had to be pulled away for something and handed him of to you to finish treating the cuts all over his body because Kiri was asleep and neither of you wanted to wake her. So, you were stuck gritting your teeth through the pain of moving your arm and doing your best to ignore the pounding headache that was coming on.

Your adrenaline was long been gone, as it was almost an hour after the fight, but as you sat next to him, finishing the stitches on his last wound where the bullet had just barley grazed him before hitting you, and listening to your thundering heartbeat, you felt as if it was still pumping through your veins.

Your adrenaline was long been gone, as it was almost an hour after the fight, but as you sat next to him, finishing the stitches on his last wound where the bullet had just barley grazed him before hitting you, and listening to your thundering heartbeat, you felt as if it was still pumping through your veins.

Neteyam hissed as you tugged on the string a bit too harshly as you tied off the final row of stitches.

“Sorry,” you whispered. It was probably the first word you’d said to him since you’d gotten back.

“You have bigger things to be sorry about,” he mumbled back, annoyance lacing his tone and you winced. The time had come.

“Before you say anything,” you said quickly, jumping to defend yourself “I know you told me to stay back but-” Neteyam cut you off sharply, bottled up rage pouring into his words.

“You got shot – fuck – if it had even been a little closer to your heart, you would have died!” It was rare that Neteyam would curse, especially when speaking with you, and he almost never raised his voice either, so instantly you understood just how angry you’d made him. Even so you couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at his statement.

“Me gotten hurt?” you asked bewilderedly, “I saved your life! If I hadn't been in there that bullet would be in your heart!” you jabbed a finger into his chest harshly to emphasize your point.

He scoffed shaking his head as you turned away to pack the needle and thread back into the first aid-kit Norm and Max had left behind after their last visit to help Kiri. You understood how lucky you’d been to get away from the scene with your life when many others hadn't.

“I knew what I was getting into though!” he said angerly, and that ticked you off.

Snapping the case closed roughly, you whirled around, and it caused pain to shoot down your arm, but you simply gritted your teeth even harder and ignored it “Do not discredit me. I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew the risks just as well as you did,” you said furiously.

He gritted his teeth, “That still doesn’t change the fact that I specifically told you to stay back.”

“I couldn’t just let you go out there alone!”

“But that was what I asked of you!”

You shook your head, “If anything had happened and I wasn’t there to at least try and save you, I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.” He didn’t reply, wordlessly dragging a hand down his face in frustration. The silence was deafening as he thought, the air so thick with tension you could cut it.

“What if you had died saving me tonight?” he finally asked, “How would I be able to go on, knowing that I was the reason you weren't there with me?” You were taken aback, stuttering to answer him as he pressed you for an answer that you couldn’t provide him with.

“But I didn’t,” you said after a moment, your voice firm and confident.

“And what if you had, hm? Do you really think I deserve to carry that guilt?” he asked, anger and hurt rolling of him in weaves. It was all too much for him, the stress of the day mixed with the knowledge that he was the reason you were hurt. Tears began to form in his eyes and you couldn’t find it in you to be angry anymore as you saw how your reckless actions affected him and realized that he blamed himself for your injury. Suddenly you felt awful, guilt pooling in your stomach.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, stepping towards him to cup his cheek in an attempt at comfort, but he slapped your hand away.

“This is not a game y/n; this is your life! You cannot just go making reckless decisions like that, because if you died, I don’t know what I would do.” he seethed. He didn’t understand, had he not conveyed to you how important you were to him? Had you not taken him seriously when he told you that he wouldn’t be able to live without you?

You reached to take his face in your hands, and this time he let you, looking at him softly. Your eyes were equally as glossy as you held his gaze, rubbing soothing circle into the plush of his cheeks, carefully avoiding the fresh cuts and bruises. All you wanted to do was lay down with your lover and drift off to sleep in his arms.

“It’s not your fault I got shot” you said softly, voice wavering as you reasoned with him, “I made a choice to push you out of the way, to take a bullet for you. It was my decision, not yours. You got that?”

He exhaled heavily, leaning his forehead against yours and slipping his eyes shut, “You scared me today,” he whispered to you,

“I know,” you whispered back,

“Don't you ever do that again.” You nodded your head in agreement, pulling away to place a kiss to his forehead and wipe at the damp skin under his eyes. He pulled you back into his chest, allowing himself a moment to simply hold you, to feel your heart beating in your chest against his, to listen to the soft sound of your breath, to feel your warm skin pressed against his. Neteyam reveled in the moment quietly, dreading its inevitable end.

And as you pulled away, coaxed him to bed, and laid down in his arms, tucking your head in the crook of his neck and letting him kiss you goodnight, Neteyam stayed wide awake, whispering his thanks to the great mother until mouth was dry and his throat was raw, for he would be internally grateful.

[writtenbysprout]

Hello!! Could you do a one shot where reader has huge daddy issues and it breaks her that she doesn’t have a dad. So she seeks comfort from Hotch and he’s there for her and tells her he’s always here if she needs him?

Hiiya nonnie! Thank you so much for requesting. I'm terribly sorry I haven't written it out until now, but I hope this suffice!

A different type of issue

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

cw: daddy issues, fluff,

Aaron is in deep with paperwork when something draws him out. At first he doesn’t understand what grabbed his attention. It sounded like a thud. Like something fell, but nothing in his office was out of place. As he sets the pen back down on the paper ready to continue, is when he hears it. 

Quiet sobs.

Shortly after he found you on the kitchen floor. Arms wrapped around your knees, tears filling your eyes making it hard to see anything. Shaking uncontrollably with one hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs as they came. 

"Oh darlin'," Aaron slowly knelt down next to you. Allowing you to adjust to his sudden presence and push him away if you wish to. When you didn’t, he continued, "what happened?” 

You lift your head to face him. Blinking away some tears, you feel the world collapse as you see his kind eyes look at you. Unable to stop it you feel the floodgates open and the tears come non stop once again. 

“Can I move you, sweetness?" 

Afraid your voice will give out, you only nod in response. 

His arms wrap themselves around you, lifting you up and gently place you on the kitchen counter. He engulfs you in his embrace, allowing you to bury your face in the grope of his neck. Which you do without hesitation. 

The motion of his chest rising and falling alongside the sound of his heartbeats lulled you into calmness. And eventually the heavy toll your heart carried slowly vanished.

A heavy sigh escapes as you finally feel somewhat in control of yourself again. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He mumbled down into your hair. 

"'s stupid." Your voice is but a fracture of its normal cheerful self. 

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to you," Somehow he always knows exactly what to say for you to open up and trust him. 

It took years to overcome the fear of men. Especially after what your father did. It hurt more than anything ever would. 

Aaron was the first man you’d come to trust after you finally distanced yourself from your father. At first you’d been scared. Terrified. But Aaron always managed to calm you, proving your misconception of men wrong. 

He was so gentle, loving and kind. Everything you wished your father had been. Maybe that’s why you feel so at peace in Aaron’s arms. He allowed you the feeling of safety and comfort you never once felt in your childhood. 

“Please don’t be mad..”  

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me mad, princess”

You rarely talked about your past, and Aaron was fine with that. He truly was, cause he knew that in time you’d tell him. But when you now told him about your past and your relationship with your father, he suddenly understood everything. 

Like the missing piece of a puzzle fell into place, revealing the bigger picture. He could finally understand why you’d flinch at sudden movements, over-apologize over the smallest of inconveniences and why you never spoke back if he was in disagreement with you.

As you finished speaking a heavy silence fell over both of you. You already regretted telling him what bothered you, afraid he’d agree with your fathers ways. Aaron on the other side felt his heart sink in his chest. 

How could anyone treat you this way? He knew you were troubled, but he never knew how deep down the trauma sat. 

You were just about to speak up, apologizing for saying something, when he spoke; "You know I'm here to stay, right?" 

Aaron looked down on you. Feeling his heart ache at the sight of you in distress.

"And I'm always here if you need me?"  

He brought both hands to your face, cupping it up so you faced him. He softly mused your name silently telling you to meet his eyes. So you did. 

"I love you, okay?" 

He leaned down and gently allowed his lips to brush against yours. 

“I love you.” 

He placed another kiss, a little less gentle on your nose. 

“I love you.” 

Then another on your cheek. 

“I love you.” 

And another at your temple.

“And only you.”

Lastly he placed another kiss on your lips, deeper and more intent. As he pulled away your stomach growled. Leaving you blushing like an idiot while trying to hide it against his chest.   

“Now why don't we get you something to eat?" 

"Your homemade pasta alfredo?" 

Aaron placed another kiss at your temple, “How can I say no to my beautiful girl?”

[ghostlyforxst]

Hi, are your requests open?

For Demon Slayer, I would like a headcannon+Short scenario with Rengoku, Akaza, Uzui and Genya with a s/o who’s like Wednesday Adams? It can be a GN or she/her, bonus if you include “the thing”

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Wednesday Addams AU, Fluff, Mentions of Gore, and Not Proffed.

CHARACTERS: Kyojuro Rengoku, Akaza, Uzui Tengen, and Genya Shinazugawa

WORD COUNT: 503

A/N- Still having trouble spelling Wensday-Wednesday lmao, anyways I apologize for responding late and I hope you don't mind that I'm basing this off of the old Wednesday Addams. But, Enjoy!

RENGOKU KYOJURO 𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Opposites attract, that’s the relationship the two of you share—day and night. 

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Kyojuro finds your odds norms and indifferent attitude unique, he is even-tempered man. Though your fascination on torturing and death is a bit odd, but he'll turn a blind eye for you. Kyojuro is also the one who initiates the affection in the relationship, it doesn’t bother him, clinging to you even as your hand thrusted against his chest—laughing boisterously. 

     “And who is this, darling?” kyojuro questioned, eyeing the hairy being you were speaking to. 

     You whipped around, your leaden eyes observing him before you montoned. “Oh Kyojuro, meet my cousin itt. He was visiting for my fathers sake, we were just ending our conversation.” 

     Kyojuro smiled and bowed, “pleasure to meet your cousin Itt!” 

     Once those gibberish words left cousin Itt’s hidden mouth, Kyojuro was baffled and curious. “What did he say?” 

UZUI TENGEN 

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Tengen does find you quite strange and unflamboyant, but in a since that’s what sort of attracted him. The relationship is odd, unexpected, since the two of your personality are vastly different—a relationship people would never have thought of. 

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Obviously Tengen and his wives are the ones who bring about the affection, it does bother them at times but when you show your affection in your own way it eases their thoughts. 

     Your feet patered about the house, until your movements came to a halt. You discern the familiar gibberish being spoken, you peaked behind the wall watching as Tengen nodded and laughed with Itt. Not much fazes you, but this did. 

    “Yeah, I’ll go get them!” 

SHINAZUGAWA GENYA 

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Genya himself feels unusual, being pushed away by his older brother and so on, and that’s why his attracted to you—leaving him unruffled by your morbid and emotionless behavior. 

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Though he is shy around you, he is the one to begin the affection and isn’t troubled by it that much. But like Tengen, he notices the slightest affection from you. 

     “Y/N!” Genya shouted, sprinting towards you his weapon aimed to kill. 

     You snatched a rock from the ground and threw it at, whacking him to throw him off. “Genya, this is my relative not a demon.” 

     “ :o ”

AKAZA 

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 Unbothered, Akaza enjoys your indifferent and morbid attitude. It doesn’t annoy him like a certain someone, Douma, and finds your sarcasm and intelligence attractive. Matter of factly, Akaza feeds into your morbid attitude by supplying you victims or even indulging in your gory behaviors. 

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸Affection is rarely shared between the two of you, but Akaza would the one to act on it if so. 

     You watched from the sidelines as Akaza battled the firey head man, your lips pulling up fairly as he toyed with him. You peered over your shoulder, catching sight of a familiar hairy being.  

     “Cousin Itt, what a surprise.” You spoked, stepping over to him. 

     “---gibberish—”

    “Is that so, hm, Akaza should be finished soon and we can leave.”

[bitter-bats-cult-of-the-moon]

Demon or Deity? Deciphering Spirits

How to Confirm That You’re Talking to a God or Goddess

You can thank St. Augustine of Hippo for this. In the early 5th century, he wrote a theological essay against Paganism titled, “On the Divination of Demons.”

St. Augustine’s mother was Christian, and his father was Pagan. He understood both sides. He wrote many philosophical arguments for Christianity, his largest being The City of God.

In "On the Divination of Demons," Augustine fought back against an Oracle predicting the invasion of Serapis's temple. He argued that demons spoke to this Oracle. He argued that All Pagan Gods are Demons in disguise. He ridiculed fortune tellers and future predictions comparing them to the circus.

Do the arguments hold some sort of validity?

While Spirits can impersonate Deities this guy can now be pushed away from the conversation.

I’ll ask that question again.

Can Spirits Impersonate Deities?

The short answer is Yes.

The long answer depends on your experience level and knowledge.

If you are not used to the deity’s signs and how they communicate or you do not know which red flags to look out for, you are prone to deceit.

Red Flags

Messages drastically change.

For example, recently you received a sign from the Goddess Hekate. She wants to work with you.

The next week, another message tells you that She does not like you. Deities rarely change their mind without good reason. Double-check the divination.

People do everything for you.  

Deities do not need to go through others to speak to you. Even if you cannot hear Them directly, deities can contact you in different ways. If someone else does a reading that sounds completely different, question it. Especially if it’s random and not requested. Do not use other people to translate things for you all the time. Spiritual journeys are personal. They are meant for you, and a lot of people get hurt this way. Other individuals love taking advantage of people using them for their own motives. Just be careful out there.

Overly negative or apocalyptic.

I've heard an unfortunate amount of people claim that the world was going to end after contacting their spirits. Why would they let go of any worshippers telling them that? Why would they give someone a sense that they are the chosen one? Question that. No one is special. We are all here for the human experience. Try dealing with that first even if you don’t want to.

The entity is trying to force you into things.

You do not need to answer spirits. A deity could ask you to worship Them. You can also say no. With years of experience, I have never heard of a deity punishing someone for not working with Them. If a message sounds like a threat, then question everything, and it’s probably best to ignore it.

How to Guarantee That You’re Speaking to a Deity

Ask the same question several times.

Use your preferred divination technique writing down all the answers to your questions. After one day has passed, repeat the same method rephrasing the questions asking the spirit again. Sometimes there are inconsistencies. Question what feels right and what does not.

Thoughts belong to whom?

Are the thoughts yours or are the thoughts external from you? Sometimes strong emotions are mistaken for spiritual signs. It’s easy to get caught up in your own head and let it take over hijacking the metaphysical exercise. Always question this. Did you anticipate a specific answer? This can also lead to derailment. It doesn’t hurt to ask again to gain confirmation. Before contacting your deity, stabilize your emotional state.

Gathering valuable resources.

Contrary to what I just said you can seek outside opinions for valuable resources. Become familiar with the deity’s information beforehand and ask about other peoples’ experiences. Just don’t let people take over the work or tell you how to think. Try to do the work yourself. Research is key.

Different techniques for you.

Try a different form of divination to see if the answers are around the same or greatly vary. This won’t hurt and it will help you learn more. Trust your instincts in spirit work. It’s okay to question things.

Protection orders.

If there is constant anxiety and worry, then do yourself the favor and put-up protection wards before spiritual communications begin. It will give you some peace of mind and it doesn’t hurt anything at all.

[igglemouse]

I never imagined I’d be here as my plans had always happened in Selva. That was home, after all, any any place else was far far away. Locations more meant to be visited and vacationed but never stationed. 

I wasn’t even sure what I’d be doing in Selva but I was sure I’d be there. Moving across the border to a new country had never been in the cards and had never been the plan but as I’ve learned all throughout my short life plans are always in motion and if you aren’t ready to adjust life will quickly leave you behind. Change is something you simply have to expect.

I grab a seat on a sun touched bench and take a sip of of orange juice as I look around the park. 

I’ve not been here long, not even a full day, but I’ve been here long enough to see that there wouldn’t be too much culture shock. Oasis Springs might not be on the border between Selva and Simerica but its close enough to be a city intertwined with enough culture from home to feel familiar but never familiar enough to be home.

That was fine. No, that was good. I needed change to be honest, not a lot, but just enough to make my own way in life and why not here? There were a few more opportunities here for me and in my case ditching a bit of my past is definitely a good thing.

I push out a breath and wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead, realizing that the sun has much more of a presence here than in Selva which is saying a lot and it is the dry kind of heat that a person can never get used to.

But I will. I’m not one to mind a bit of heat after all.

I wasn’t alone at the park although I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. There was a woman there sitting alone playing chess and so I pulled out the opposite seat and made my challenge clear by moving a pawn. She accepted by moving hers.

I'm not good at the game, to be honest, as I've rarely played but I do think I put up a good fight before she eventually bests me. Not much was said between us as we played which was for the better because Simlish is my second language and I speak with an accent but she was kind enough to introduce herself, after winning, of course.

"Josefina, by the way," she says with a confident smirk. "Have a wonderful day!"

"You too..." I mumble, staring down at the board and wondering how I lost.

I might have lost at chess but I’m definitely not a loser when it comes to life. Thanks to my father (the less said about him the better) I was able to afford this small but kinda luxurious house? As you can see it's not very spacious but it does have a nice little pool area out back which should help with the Oasis summers and it has a big enough kitchen which is really all that matters when it comes to me.

I feel like a kitchen is the heart of the house and I would make sure that mines is beating strong and happy. It’s where life and love are nourished and I’ll be sure to add my own joy and flavor to mines. 

But...I do have a confession to make. I’m a novice. I’m a noob. At least when it comes to cooking. It’s not for a lack of passion, you know, life has been hectic and I’ve never had a chance to settle down and focus on my own dreams but now that I do I’ll make up for any lack of experience with pure enthusiasm and drive! 

Cooking will be very important to me seeing as its how I plan to make my simoleons and the first couple of dishes will be Frida’s homemade tortillas and waffles. The tortillas are something cheap I can make that I hopefully can sell in abundance and the waffles are, well, waffles. Who doesn’t love waffles?

All that cooking just so I can stand outside in front of my house on a somewhat hot day and yell "Tortillas y Waffles!" at anyone passing by.

Unfortunately, most....okay, all of them ignored me. Passing me by and only stopping to stare if I were some odd curiosity. That's right, I didn't sell a single plate and and if anything was met with some hostility? It felt that way to me, at least. 

In fact, one of them, some old man with stupid little glasses glared at my offerings and simply said "Ewww..." shaking his head and moving right along.

So. This might be harder than I thought.

And so I stood there, watching people walk right past me and my stand as if I were some bush that had always been here. Offering at most a glance and making me regret it all. 

Oasis Springs might be hot but it was only a spring day and it wasn’t nearly hot enough to prevent my offerings from going cold. Just as I’m ready to close my stand and write off today as a failure one customer approaches that makes it all worth it. 

A tall man with dark hair and fetching eyes who walks confidently right up to my stand and seems to seriously consider what's before him. “Waffles and tortillas huh?” he asks, the very tone of his voice making my heart skip a beat. 

“I chuss gettin’ started,” I say too quickly and too forcefully, already defending food that he hasn’t tried and revealing my accented simlish that puts either an adoring or mocking smile on his face. Hard to tell. 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, slipping four measly simoleons on the table. “I’ll take the waffles to go,” and he does just that, walking off without another word but I swear (or maybe I’m hopefully imagining it) that his eyes linger on me before he leaves me a little breathless and oh so very curious. 

ELSEWHERE IN SAN MYSHUNO...

"What are these?" Ray asked in a challenging tone, looking down at the food on display a little comically but moving out of the way so that his cameraman and audience could also see what he was seeing.

"These, sir, are empanadas," the woman replied dryly. Revealing to him that perhaps she wasn't here entirely by choice. She was just a woman hired to hand out the food, that's it. Ray knew the type, after all, he was a man that reviewed local food for a living and he could always tell when a server was there just to collect simoleons.

"Alright then...give me a few of those then."

The woman lazily smacked a paper plate on the stand for him and moved him along.

He went back to his table and started to quietly eat. Every now and then he'd go "Mmmmm," or "Ahhh" giving his viewers something to react t other than him smacking his lips. He was a performer in the end, people watched his channel not for the food, but for him and the more he dragged his audience along with every bite the more views he expected to get.

He finished quickly, knowing that in his line of work people didn’t like watching anything for too long. He always had to wolf down his meal knowing that him sitting there and chewing food was bad content. "How was it?" his cameraman asked. A friend of his and always, to his viewers, just a voice. 

As usual he'd look to the camera, smile, and deliver his judgement. "Complete trash," he said with a hint of delight. Nothing got more clicks than a little negativity after all. "Greasy, doughy, and taste like processed garbage. Rubbery cheese and far too chewy. Just trash. It wouldn't even be morally right to ask the woman to try the food she serves..."

This was all an exaggeration of course. It wasn’t that bad but again, this was entertainment, and drama always sells...

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