#ɢ

[nefling]

Genya starter for @swordsxandxsakuras (Nezuko)

His mind did nothing but wander, just randomly thinking. The halls of the butterfly mansion making his head ache, remembering exactly why he was here. It was just another one of those stupid checkups, making sure every demon slayer was fine. Was he? Honestly he was never able to tell.

Yet something caught the young demon munchers eyes, a girl who was more than familiar. She must've been the one he told to get out of the hot springs. He couldn't forget those oddly cute— what?? She isn't— Its a she..

Genya stood there, essentially towering over the girl, right infront of her. Purple eyes not sure if he should look at her or not. Maybe avert his gaze?? God she was adorable. How could he not look at her?? That tingly feeling in his chest gave it away, he was blushing like a mad man. Mouth slightly agape. Genya didn't realize she was a girl when they first met— he definitely won't make that mistake twice.

Swallowing his pride, he somehow managed to put his asshole facade back on. A stern mean look on his face. Even if his voice did crack in the middle of the sentence.. ❝ O-Out of my way! ❞ He didn't mean to stutter either. What an idiot.

[vindictiae]

For the sake of brevity, some art below the cut.

Probably already posted deadlock but,

[sadpurpleblood]

speaking to the conlang people again: how would yall romanize uvular plosives cuz id feel bad for making /q/ <q> but /ɢ/ some sort of g with a diacritic on top. just seems. too asymmetrical if that makes sense? but also having to keep it sorta typable. urgh. idk lemme know what yall would do

[ellsbclls]

you handle ellie with such a tender hand, pluto ):

“finishing off with a heart-to-heart embrace and a kiss on your forehead” AND WHAT IF I DIED? AND WHAT IF MY LAST BREATH WAS ELLIE WILLIAMS BEING SOFT AND PRECIOUS TO ME???????

you write with such a sweet, dreamy hue over your work, each time i get the chance to read your work it’s like being wrapped up in a big, fluffy blanket and all i wanna do is live in it ):

have the teensiest blurb ever i wrote as a writing warm-up ♡ fluffy nonsense! i know we're all in an arcane mood, but i can't forget about my girl. (i promise real writing is coming LMAOO im workin on it)

a cozy night in with ellie williams is more healing than the most researched of therapies. full of love, care, fun, relaxation, they were your favorite nights of the week.

at the end of a long, hard week, ellie knows just what you need. she starts of by preparing you a soulful dinner in advance before you get back—a warm and hearty stew. she sets the table, lights a handful of candles, and makes the atmosphere soothing.

when she hears you trudge inside with a groan of exhaustion, she's by your side within milliseconds, removing your coat and taking your heavy bag off your shoulders, finishing off with a heart-to-heart embrace and a kiss on your forehead.

she's intuitive enough to register your energy levels too, without you having to tell her how you're feeling. the smallest markers on your face set off alarms in her head, and she knows that today is a quiet kind of day. she lowers her tone of voice to a whisper, does not inquire excessively about your day, but just leads you to the dining room where you're greeted by the steaming bowl and elegantly set table.

when you sit down you beam at her, internally pinching yourself at her generosity and wondering what you could have done to deserve her, she was sweeter than honey, truly. your smile is infectious, and her familiar toothy grin plays upon her delicate features. she keeps you company while you both have your meal, then she follows you to the living room, already calculating what she can do for you next.

you slump into the silken cushions of the couch, your voice crackling, “els, could you play something for me?”

you nod at the guitar in the corner of the room, covered in wear and tear but housing a sound that felt like home.

she grabs it and plops down next to you, clearing her throat.

slender fingers creating magic on the steel strings, downy voice caressing your ears, you were enveloped in a momentary calmness.

her husky voice, and the lyrics and melody of a-ha's take on me never fail to woo you, she plays it perfectly. you curl up with a blanket, and close your eyes to intensify the experience.

now in darkness, her music caused shapes and colors to form in your minds eye, you could even hear her love-filled smile.

a lullaby in your favorite place, with your favorite person playing it just for you, you were at ease. your heart felt as if it was about to burst with adoration for the girl on the couch next to you, and you were lulled into a restful state, her music painting a mural in your shallow dreams.

rest up, you deserve it.

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[impishsensei]

unprompted asks ┆ always accepting

❝ you  look  pretty  different, toru-chan,  but  it's  no  big  deal  to  me.  i  adore  the  other  me  all  the  same. ❞  

[cannabicusexpecialist]

aᴠᴙaкeᴅaвᴙa

[luv-lock]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ɢ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

Pairing: Robins x Fem Reader

Headcanon: How would they be as your boyfriend?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

Note: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ㅤ Dick Grayson   ׅ      ♡ 𝄒!

Affection Overload: Dick is all about physical affection. Hugs, kisses, holding hands—he’s constantly touching you. If you’re in public, expect him to have an arm around your waist or your hand in his at all times.

Grand Gestures: He loves making big romantic statements. Random flowers delivered to your class? Check. Swinging into your bedroom window just to say goodnight? Double check.

Jealousy Level: Surprisingly chill, but only because he’s confident. If someone flirts with you, he’ll swoop in with a smug smile and casually remind them that you’re his.

Protective Side: He’s sweet and easygoing most of the time, but the second he thinks you’re in danger, he turns into serious protector mode. He’s not above scaring people off if necessary.

Clingy but Cute: He hates being away from you. Even if you’re just apart for a day, he’ll text or call constantly. "Miss me yet? Because I miss you."

The Cheerleader Boyfriend: Dick is your biggest fan. Whether you’re pursuing a hobby, trying something new, or just having a bad day, he’s there hyping you up like, “You’re amazing, don’t forget that.”

Drama King: If you ever fight, expect him to show up at your door with flowers, chocolates, and the saddest puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. He cannot stand the idea of you being upset with him.

:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ㅤ Jason Todd   ׅ      ♡ 𝄒!

Acts Tough but Is a Softie: Jason tries to play it cool, but deep down, he’s so soft for you. You’ll catch him staring at you like you hung the moon, and he’ll deny it every time.

Overprotective: Jason is feral when it comes to your safety. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’s ready to throw hands. “You okay, babe? Need me to deal with them?”

Big on Small Gestures: He’s not a grand-gesture kind of guy, but he’ll quietly leave your favorite snacks on your desk or slip a note into your bag that says, "Have a good day, idiot."

Jealousy Level: Off the charts. Jason tries to play it cool, but the second someone flirts with you, his hand is on your waist, and his glare is lethal.

Supportive but Real: Jason is your rock. He’ll always be there for you, but he’s not afraid to call you out if he thinks you’re being too hard on yourself. “Stop beating yourself up. You’re amazing. End of story.”

Loves Quiet Time Together: He’s happiest when it’s just the two of you curled up on the couch, watching movies or reading. Those moments mean the world to him.

Secretly Romantic: Jason pretends he’s not into cheesy romance, but he’ll randomly do something that makes your heart melt, like showing up with a book he thought you’d like or quoting poetry at the most unexpected times.

:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ㅤ Damian Wayne   ׅ      ♡ 𝄒!

Awkwardly Affectionate: Damian isn’t great at expressing his feelings verbally, so his affection comes in the form of small, thoughtful actions. He’ll make sure your tea is brewed perfectly or bring you handmade gifts.

Possessive but Polite: Damian hates sharing your attention. If someone flirts with you, he’ll politely (but firmly) remind them who you belong to. “I believe you’re wasting your time. She’s spoken for.”

Jealousy Level: High but controlled. Instead of losing his temper, he’ll subtly outshine whoever is trying to steal your attention. “Ah, yes, you’ve met my girlfriend. Isn’t she magnificent?”

Protective in a Subtle Way: He’s not loud about it, but Damian is always watching out for you. If someone wrongs you, he’ll handle it quietly and efficiently. “You’ll find they’re no longer a problem.”

Always Wants to Impress You: Damian is constantly trying to prove himself to you, whether it’s through his art, his fighting skills, or his intellect. He’s desperate for your approval, even if he pretends he’s not.

Secretly Vulnerable: Behind his confident exterior, Damian is terrified of losing you. He doesn’t know how to handle those emotions, so he’ll sometimes withdraw until you reassure him.

Over-the-Top Romantic in Private: When it’s just the two of you, Damian lets his walls down. He’ll read you poetry, kiss your hand, and whisper how much you mean to him.

How They’re Similar:

All of them are incredibly protective of you and hate seeing you hurt or upset.

They’re obsessed with making you happy and will go out of their way to ensure you feel loved.

Whether they’re soft and sweet or intense and dramatic, they all love you with their whole heart—and they’re not afraid to show it.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[wodenscild]

YEAH- THATS APT- Also! I LOVE THE MONGOLIAN ON THIS ONE MY BRAIN WENT BRRRRRR!!!! I KNEW THESE WORDS FELT FAMILIAR! (After simp: öödrög/optimistic, teneg/silly or stupid)

Thanks for the tag Raf :D & YALLS NEED THERAPY OMGS!

Tags: @transfrogmer @giddyfenix @what-aboutno

Let's all be in a TV show!!!

> Do this quiz

> do this picrew (Based on urself + quiz answers)

> tag ppl

> profit.

Tags (/nf ofc):

@mxlilly @circus-of-horror @yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair @microsoupmouse @the-firefly-jar-system @punkrockinchair @theplushiesystem @coded-pup @florasolarsystem + ANYONE else who wants to join

[colorscfsin]

almost this boy's bday (the 15th)

[nicodefresas]

꒰ 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼 /ℱℴ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓎𝓂𝒷ℴ𝓁𝓈 ꒱

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕳 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕼 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ꜰ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ ʏ ᴢ

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓧

　　

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

[bearnumberthree]

ʕ·͡ᴥ·ʔ    ＂Well, you kids saw the news... start running.＂

[baelabong]

ᴜɴꜰᴀɪʀ

(ɢ!ᴘ ᴍɪɴᴊᴇᴏɴɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

plot/warnings: mj with a small size kink

rq: no, just wanted to

By simply wearing that small skirt to dinner, you didn’t expect this would be happening. The evening had begun with laughter and light conversation, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm hue over your table. You felt confident, the fabric of your skirt teasingly accentuating your figure, drawing Winter’s gaze in a way that made your heart race.

As the night progressed, Winter leaned in, her voice low and playful. “You know, I can’t help but think how stunning you look tonight.” There was an innocence in her tone, but it was laced with a hint of something more, an undertone that made the air between you electrifying.

You returned her gaze, a smile playing on your lips, but before you could respond, she added, “It’s almost unfair how tempting you are.” After she had said this, you didn’t expect for you to end up …. Here.

"Huh," Winter panted in between breaths. "You like getting filled up by me?"

Nodding your head frantically, you throw your head back as you feel her hands grip your waist. With one of her hands, she moves to the bulge evident in your stomach, her fingers pressing down firmly, her impressive eight inches adding to the intensity of the moment. A shiver of pleasure courses through you at her touch, the sensation sending waves of heat through your body that clash with the chill of the winter air around you.

"Look at you," she murmurs, a smirk playing on her lips as she gazes at the outline of her thrusts beneath your skin. "So eager, so needy. You love being filled, don’t you?" Her voice drips with a mix of teasing and authority, making your heart race faster.

"Yes," you whimper, your voice barely a whisper, but the desperation is palpable. "I love it."

She chuckles darkly, the sound sending a thrill through you. "Good. I want to hear those pretty little sounds of yours." With that, she grips your waist tighter, her fingers digging into your flesh as she thrusts deeper, filling you more completely. Her movements are rougher now, a primal need driving her actions.

“Tell me how it feels,” Winter demands, her tone firm and commanding. You can see the hunger in her eyes, a raw desire that urges you to give in to her completely.

“It feels so good,” you manage to pant, your back arching as pleasure radiates through you. “I—I can’t get enough.”

“Such a good little toy,” she taunts, her voice low and sultry. “You love being my plaything, don’t you? Just a little thing for me to use.” Her words are laced with a mix of dominance and degradation, and they send a rush of excitement coursing through you.

“Yes, Winter,” you moan, feeling utterly consumed by her. “I’m yours. Just yours.”

"That's right," she growls, her hands moving to grip your thighs, pulling you closer as she thrusts harder. You can feel her veiny cock hitting all the right places inside you, making you gasp and moan in delight. Your head falls back against the wall, the sensation overwhelming. "And I’ll make you feel every inch of me."

You could barely keep your composure as the pressure built within you. “More, please,” you begged, your voice shaky with need.

“More?” she echoes mockingly, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You’ll have to earn it, darling. Show me how much you want it.”

With that, she thrusts deeper, hitting the perfect spot that sends waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your body responds instinctively, and you can’t help but moan loudly, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. "Winter!"

“Pathetic,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. “Moaning like that for me. You’re just a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Her words are both degrading and electrifying, pushing you further into a haze of desire.

“Yes! I’m so needy!” you cry out, your body writhing against hers, desperate for more. “Please, don’t stop!”

Winter's grip tightens as she picks up the pace, her thrusts becoming more forceful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. "You’re going to take it all, understand? I want to hear you scream my name."

You nod, barely able to form words as she continues, her body moving with a fervor that leaves you breathless. “Winter! Oh god, I—”

“Louder,” she commands, and you comply, letting your voice rise in an ecstatic melody of pleasure and desperation. “That’s it, just like that. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

Feeling a surge of boldness, Winter suddenly flips you around, positioning you above her. "Now," she says with a wicked grin, "it's your turn to ride me."

With her hands guiding your hips, she helps you settle down, slowly taking her length inside you again. You gasp at the sensation, feeling her fill you completely, the pressure building as you begin to move. You can feel every inch of her, her veiny cock hitting all the right spots as you start to roll your hips.

"That's it," Winter encourages, her voice low and sultry. "Show me how bad you want it."

You pick up the pace, bouncing on her, feeling the heat radiate between you. Each movement sends shocks of pleasure coursing through your body, and you can’t help but moan her name. "Winter, oh god, it feels so good!"

“Look at you,” she growls, her hands gripping your waist tightly. “So fucking perfect. Just a little slut for me, riding my cock like your life depends on it.” The degrading words only spur you on, making you crave more, to give her everything she desires.

You lean forward, your hands pressing against her chest for support, feeling the muscles beneath your palms. The sight of her beneath you, her face twisted in pleasure, only pushes you further. "Please, tell me I’m doing good," you plead, your voice breathy.

“Such a good girl,” she praises, thrusting upwards to meet your movements. “You take me so well. Keep going, don’t stop.”

With each thrust, the pleasure builds, your body crying out for release. You can feel the heat pooling in your core, every thrust bringing you closer to the edge. "Winter! I’m so close!"

“Come for me,” she growls, her voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

As Winter thrusts up into you, deep grunts escape her lips, each one filled with raw desire. "God, you feel so good," she breathes heavily, her voice thick with pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room, blending with the intoxicating rhythm of your movements.

"Keep going," she urges, her breath coming in quick bursts. "Don't stop; I want to feel you." Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through both of you, her body tensing with every movement.

"Winter, I—" you begin, but the words are lost as she pushes deeper, her grunts growing more primal. "Ahh, yes... just like that."

Suddenly, she shudders beneath you, her body tightening as she nears her peak. "I'm close," she gasps, her voice trembling with need. "So close..."

With one final thrust, the world around you fades away, and you’re overtaken by pleasure, your body quaking as you reach your peak. "Winter!" you scream, the sound echoing off the walls as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

Winter holds you tightly, feeling every tremor as you succumb to the bliss she created. "That’s my good girl," she whispers, her voice filled with satisfaction as she rides out the last waves of your pleasure with you.

Winter lets out a soft, breathy laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know," she says, her voice teasing, "maybe you should think about stopping the pill."

You look at her, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing your face. "What do you mean?"

She leans in closer, a playful smirk on her lips. "Just imagine it—us, a little family. You’d be so cute pregnant with my child." Her laughter fills the space, light and warm, making your heart race with the thought.

[mandiemegatron]

ʟᴀᴡ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ; (ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ��ꜱᴇᴅ, ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ɢ/ɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 18+ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴀʀꜱᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴ ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ (ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ🤭) ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

You couldn't help yourself.

Every time Law's face burned at your flirty words, a warmth settled in your lower belly. You were determined to make it burn like an out of control fire.

“What brings you by? You alright?”

You had just stepped into his office, a certain look in your eyes as you asked him, “Are you aware of how handsome you are?”

There's a choked sound from Law as his pen scratches across the page he was currently scribbling away on. An incredulous look washes over his face as he somehow gets out,

“Somewhat inappropriate to say to your Captain, you think?”

Your grin and roll your eyes, stepping closer to his desk as that familiar burn settles on his cheeks. Unhindered by his hat, you took in every angle on his face and you couldn't help but reply with, “Doesn't mean it's not true.”

You both stare each other down for a good moment before you finally ask what you'd been meaning to for ages.

“... Were you serious about never having a blow job before?”

Laws face burns bright red and he's quick to retort something, his brows furrowed as fury rises in his chest but you cut him off with a simple,

“I only ask because I'd love to show you what it's like.”

His voice cracks as the words fail him, that same incredulous look returning on his reddened face as he bites out,

“Again, an inappropriate thing to say-”

“Are you saying you're not interested?”

You can tell by how he shuffles slightly in his chair that he's probably hard as a rock in those spotted jeans, the way his eyes avert yours as he mulls over your words.

“I…”

You cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him as you wait for him to figure his thoughts out.

“... it wouldn't be right.” He murmurs, though you can see the words taste bitter on his tongue.

He wants it just as much as you.

“Law.”

His eyes flickered back to yours, a slightly kind look in them at you calling his name.

“Y/N.”

You give him a slight grin as you make your way to him, turning his chair to the side so you could fall to your knees between his now parted legs. You were correct, his pants barely contained his cock and you sucked in a breath at seeing it twitch in his jeans. You laid your palms flat on his thighs before looking back up at him, knowing your pupils were just as wide as his were.

“If at any point you want me to stop, promise me you'll say something.”

He says nothing, just nods dumbly as your hands slowly slide up his thighs. One of your hands stops and covers over his bulge, your thumb teasing and just barely pressing into his thick cock and your stomach flips at the soft, unhindered whimper that leaves him.

“Mm… I knew it was big,” you murmured mostly to yourself, though you could tell by the way his cock throbbed in your palm that he heard you loud and clear.

You painstakingly slowly undid the button and pulled down the zipper, watching as his boxer covered cock bobbed out from behind the zipper. His underwear was already spotted with precum, which you couldn't help but tease a thumb over one particularly dark spot, knowing his tip laid just under it.

A low groan left him at the feeling, his hips twitching up slightly as you leaned down and locked the tip of your tongue over the spot.

“You want more?” You asked, sparing him a glance as you tugged but didn't pull down his boxers.

“...”

You pull your hand away with a sigh and Law is quick to beg softly,

“Yes-yes, I want more, please don't stop,”

You grin to yourself before finally freeing his cock from his confines, a little moan leaving you at the sight. Thick, slightly curved and a few shades lighter than the rest of him, with a trimmed bush and happy trail that sent shivers over your entire body.

You took his cock in your hand and immediately licked a long, slow stripe up the underside. He inhaled sharply, his hands gripping his armrests tightly as the tip of your tongue teased over his weeping slit. You slowly danced your tongue around his tip, bringing it into your lips and giving a testing suck and you were pleased when one of his tattooed hands went to your head, fingers tangling into your hair.

You didn't read him any longer, finally pulling him into your mouth little by little with a small moan. When your nose met his trimmed pubes, you swallowed thickly and moaned around him when his fingers tightened in your hair.

“M-more,” he begged you softly, his chest heaving slightly in pure extacy.

You easily obliged.

Immediately bobbing your head up and down his shaft, you hollow your cheeks as you sucked, your other hand moving to cup and gently fondle his balls which pulled a low, chest rumbling moan from him. You could tell he was already close by the way he twitched and how his breath hitched in his throat, soft groans and hums leaving him as you pulled him closer and closer to the edge.

You glance up to see his eyes screwed shut, an almost pained look on his face as he fought back the urge to spill down your throat right then and there. His fingers tug and pull your hair, not painfully but more so to ground himself, though he's unaware of how the motions soak your underwear.

You pull your mouth off him to look up at him, your hand giving a few thick pumps as you moan out,

“You gonna cum for me, Law?”

His eyes snap open to see you staring up at him and he can only nod quickly a few times, worried he'd fall over the edge if he spoke.

You grinned and right before pulling him back into your mouth, you demanded,

“Cum for me.”

With a harsh suck and a slight grip to his balls, his head throws back with a shout of pleasure and he cums, hard, filling your mouth with his thick essence though you swallow it down with a hidden gag.

When you're sure you've sucked him dry, you pull away and look up at him with a self-pleased grin, gently rubbing your palms over his thighs in a soothing motion.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Law feels like a wet noodle in his chair, only able to focus on his breathing as one of his hands moves to rest over his rapidly beating heart. It's a few moments before he finally looks down at you, his cheeks still tinted pink as he barely gets out,

“You're too good at that.”

You can't help but laugh, tucking some stray hair behind your ear with a cheeky,

“I'm glad you think so.”

You get off the floor and pat at your knees, wiping off nonexistent dust and right as you open your mouth, you hear,

“Holy shit.”

Both your heads whip to the door and your eyes widen as you take in an incredibly flustered Shachi and Penguin. Judging by the bulges in their boiler suits, they'd been standing there quite some time.

“So when's our turn?!” Shachi asks loudly, a nosebleed beginning to drip down his nostrils. With a panicked shout, Law activates a Room and Shambles them both into another area of the ship, both your wide eyes taking in the mop and broom that snap out of thin air and hit the ground where they were standing.

“.... you didn't lock the door?”

Your lips purse to the side for a moment before you anxiously chuckle out,

“Oops?”

Two weeks later, you had just gotten out of the shower after finishing bathroom duty for the 13th day in a row. Sitting at one of the two hair dryers, you were in the middle of brushing your hair when you suddenly heard,

“I'd like to think you've learned your lesson.” Your head whips up to see Law towering over your sitting form, his arms crossed and head tilted slightly as he takes in the similar position you're in from before.

You go to answer when he cuts you off, a wicked grin on his lips as he muses,

“Though I think you'd learn your lesson better in my office. With the door locked, of course.”

You can't help but grin back as you're suddenly Shambled away from the bathroom.

[thedxllmaker]

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᴇ⠀⠀ᴠ⠀⠀ᴇ⠀⠀ʀ⠀⠀ʏ⠀⠀ᴛ⠀⠀ʜ⠀⠀ɪ⠀⠀ɴ⠀⠀ɢ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ turns in the quiet leisure of disaster⠀⠀━━⠀⠀a kind of innocence ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ she⠀burns⠀ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ʏ ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ⠀ ⠀and⠀ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ʏ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ⠀around⠀her ⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀ alexandretta victoria mortimer ⠀⠀⠀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ໓ ᴏ ʟ ʟ ᴍ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ ʀ

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[nefling]

❝ Exactly. And I do not coddle him, he's my son at this point. If need be Sabito, I will get a divorce. ❞

@ask-dancing-fox

"Please stop fighting. There's no need to make this a big deal." He also felt sorry that he might be the cause of their quarrel.

@ask-dancing-fox @blindedbones

[luv-lock]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜰ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ ɢ ɪ ʀ ʟ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

Pairing: Platonic Bruce Wayne x Fem Reader Part 1

Headcanon: You were his daughter, his first child. But he lost you too soon. And he couldn't accept it, so he didn't. He tried to replace you, and replacing you he did.

Notes: Merry Christmas everybody! Reader is Bruce's blood daughter. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

You were only eight years old. A quiet child who wore your heart on your sleeve but never demanded too much from anyone. A child with shining eyes who only ever wanted her father’s attention. You understood he was busy. You understood he had responsibilities far greater than you could fathom. So, you never asked for much.

When Alfred bought you a new dress, you’d wear it and twirl in front of the mirror, hoping your father might notice. When you drew pictures, pouring every ounce of love you had into them, you’d approach him with trembling hands.

“Daddy, look!” you’d chirp, only for him to mutter, “Not now,” without even glancing up.

Tears would gather in your eyes, but you’d smile. “That’s okay. I understand.”

You always understood.

It was your birthday. You didn’t tell him you wanted a party because you didn’t want to bother him. But Alfred helped you bake a cake. You decorated it yourself with little shaky hands, frosting it with bright colors and sprinkles.

“Do you think Daddy will like it?” you asked Alfred, your eyes wide with hope.

“He will love it, Miss Y/N,” Alfred replied softly, his heart aching at the way you tried so hard to make up for Bruce’s absence.

But Bruce didn’t come home that night. When you asked him earlier to come home early, he looked distracted, his mind already on his mission. He muttered something about being busy, about Gotham needing him, and you nodded,

But it still broke your heart.

That night, while Gotham reeled under the threat of Joker’s latest atrocity, you snuck out. The small, homemade cake you had baked with Alfred was carefully packed in a box, your hands clutching it tightly as you walked through the shadowy streets. You had no fear. You only had a singular purpose: find your father and surprise him.

But Gotham is no place for children.

When the explosion shook the city, it ripped through buildings, shattering windows, and collapsing walls. You were caught in the chaos. Your small body was no match for the blast. You died alone, crushed beneath rubble, the cake splattered on the pavement beside you.

Bruce found you hours later.

The world seemed to stop as he knelt beside your bloodied, broken body. The cake splattered and ruined beside you. Your tiny hands were burnt, your face pale and lifeless. You had tears streaked down your cheeks, and Bruce wondered if you had been crying for him when it all happened.

The weight of his failures crushed him more than the rubble ever could. You had been so kind, so sweet, so pure. And now you were gone.

Because of him.

Bruce didn’t sleep for weeks. He didn’t eat. He barely spoke. He couldn’t. He just sat in the Batcave, staring at the empty chair where you used to sit and draw while he worked.

Alfred buried you. Bruce didn’t even have the strength to carry your casket. The guilt was too much.

But guilt wasn’t enough to keep him from trying to bring you back.

In the bowels of the Batcave, he poured years of his life into creating a perfect replica of you. Not just a clone. Not a hologram. Something more advanced, more real. An AI. A machine with your face, your voice, your mannerisms.

He painstakingly programmed every little detail. The way you hummed softly when you were deep in thought. The little “buh” sound you made with your lips when you were bored. The sparkle in your eyes when you smiled. He sifted through every recording, every memory, and built you piece by piece.

He spent years, decades, building and perfecting it. He wanted it to be so real that it could almost convince him you never died.

He kept you a secret from everyone except Alfred, who watched his master spiral deeper into madness. But Alfred could do nothing to stop him.

And then, one day, Damian found you.

Damian had been exploring the Batcave when he stumbled upon a locked chamber. Curiosity got the better of him, and he hacked his way inside.

You were there.

Sitting upright in a glass pod, your eyes closed, your body eerily still. You looked alive.

Damian touched the console, and the pod began to hum. Your eyes fluttered open for the first time in decades.

“Daddy?”

Your voice was soft, delicate, and full of confusion.

Damian stared, wide-eyed, as Bruce burst into the room, his face pale. For a moment, father and son locked eyes, the weight of the secret between them heavy enough to crush mountains.

But you sat up, looking around, your movements jerky and inhumanly precise. You looked exactly as you did the last time he saw you—a little girl with bright eyes and a sweet smile.

“Daddy?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

Bruce froze, fear and grief washing over him like a tidal wave. You blinked at him, your expression innocent, unknowing. You didn’t understand why he was crying, why his hands trembled as he reached out to touch you.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You tilted your head, confused. “Sorry for what, Daddy?”

“I’m sorry,” he choked, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he was crying. “Why are you sad, Daddy?”

When Damian confronted Bruce, it all came out—the years of guilt,

“She’s not real,” Damian said, his voice sharp. “This isn’t healthy.”

“She is real,” Bruce snapped, his voice breaking. “She’s my daughter.”

Damian didn’t understand until he saw you again. You smiled at him, sweet and kind, and for a moment, he believed it. You were so lifelike, so real.

At first, Damian was wary of you, but he couldn’t deny that you were… convincing. You played with your toys like a child. You laughed just like the sister he never knew.

But there was something off about you. Something unsettling.

You were too perfect. Too aware. Your mind was faster than any human’s. You solved puzzles and answered questions before Damian could even finish asking them. Your laughter, though sweet, sometimes echoed hollowly in the Batcave, sending chills down his spine.

And then, one night, you attacked him.

He had been training in the Batcave when you approached him, your face eerily serene.

“Damian,” you said, your voice as calm as ever, “Do you love Daddy?”

He frowned. “Of course I do.”

“Then why do you hurt him?”

Before he could respond, you lunged. Your small frame belied your strength, your hands locking around his throat with a grip that could crush steel. Damian struggled, managing to throw you off just in time.

Bruce arrived moments later, pulling you back. You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You simply tilted your head, watching Damian with cold, analytical eyes.

“I was just protecting Daddy,” you said softly.

Bruce couldn’t see it. To him, you were still the little girl he lost. The little girl he failed to protect. He ignored the warnings, the cracks in your programming, the danger you posed.

Because he loved you.

And you loved him, in the only way a machine could. But at the end of the day, you were a construct. A hollow imitation of the daughter he lost.

You would never truly be her.

But Bruce didn’t care. Even as Damian begged him to shut you down, even as Alfred looked on in silent disapproval, Bruce clung to you.

Because in his mind, losing you again was a pain he couldn’t endure.

And you?

You sat in your little room in the Batcave, humming softly, your lifeless eyes staring at the wall. You didn’t understand why everyone looked at you with such fear.

After all, you were Y/N.

Right?

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.