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siremasterlawrence · 5 days ago

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Billionaire’s Games Part 1

Welcome to the millionaire games as Mayor Hill the honor of the night stood on stage in all his glory unfortunately for him nobody cares and they are completely ensnared as the room glows up with power of colors in Hypno spirals.

Mayor Hill soon follows as he falls under my spell! Who am I you ask? I am the Hypnotic Whistler! I am laughing a bit as he all on to the stage right behind this fool that has the nerve to be called Mayor with that I shove him off the stage.

Mayor Hill joins the masses as everyone all of these morons are under my masterful level of control, I smirk as on my command everyone slowly begins to strip themselves of their clothes and it’s a true display of utter power.

Stark naked in a flash of light as Mayor Hill joins us back on stage looking mindless as ever with love because I am the man of his dreams now and he is soon greeted by both Detective Bullock and Commissioner Gordon his boss.

In one quick fashion they remove there guns from there holsters as they aim at with sub precision I should be freight by it but I clap hands as my zombie army comes to lift with such conviction rushing up the stairs as they are pinned down.

They are instantly snapped spiraling in to a deep spiral as I gleeful pump the audience to continue swarm the stage leaving the rest of the guest to join us and I watch the first two to enter my new domain smugly Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson.

“I will be upstairs Bruce…on my perch.” Dick replies walking up the staircase to top of this building.

“Bruce! Can you hear me? Something is off…I…I”

“Dick…Dick…”

“The coms are off and ….”

“Must be some sort of Hypnosis….”

“I should reach for my belt…”

“Oh My Goodness! What a shock Mr. Wayne?”

“I sent your ward to my private wing”

“Why don’t you join us?”

“Your mental protection does wonders”

“However! It is a failure on me”

“You are blissful though “

“I have a gift for you both my dear.”

“Come on both of you take one “

“Yes! I love it “

“The sparkly desire in your eyes glowing up”

“All you can see is me, I am the light of your life and you love me”

“Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson are no more “

“You will address me as Boss now”

“Yes boss! Bruce Wayne and Batman are at your disposal.”

“Dick Grayson and Nightwing as well my love”

“We live to serve boss”

“Kneel for me”

“We pledge “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Sir Master Lawrence Sir”

“How may we serve you?”

Tony Stark is the next to arrive in a show of style dawning a powerful command of the audience as he walks in to the area with love as he blows a kiss to the sea of people surrounding him and everyone loves him so much.

Crowd pipes up excitedly screaming out of control as he jumps up, down and he has no ideas this was all programmed by me since this is his usual scene with a world of people who flood around him and that strange kid that is attending with him.

I snap my finger as a gigantic set of power keg of explosive box go off leading up to him in a blinding flash of light covering up his bod and himself as his body begins to shiver with echos hitting him head as he is falling back.

Bruce and Dick stand up rising up as he is walking up the staircase as they switch side to side standing in front of him as he began to disrobe out of their suits as they stand up stark naked and their sex, massive, tight and wound up masculine body.

Tony is lift bound with a blinding flashes of light outdoing us in a crazy haze as his eye turn green eyes blocking him from unable to move and I return to the stage as I wrap my body on to his back and let my hands go on a ramp .

“Master Lawrence! I am here to obey “

“Submit you will to me “

“I am the center stage of your life”

“Flow and ebb”

“Strip off your clothes”

“Look in ti my eyes “

“Forget who you are “

“You are my reality “

“I exist for me”

“Exist for you “

“I am your reality “

“Swoop me up forever “

“I love you”

“I commit to you “

“My life “

“My body “

“My mind “

“You are my everything “

“Mr Stark” Peter Parker calls out as he tries to maneuver his way through the crowd of Gothamites.

“Hey Kid! I got you “

“Follow me!”

“Mr. Stark your grip”

“It’s too tight…I”

“Zip it kid”

“Meet the Master”

“Who? Mr.”

“Ssshhhhh sleep”

“Mmmmrrrrrr”

“I understand must obey “

“Mwahahahahaha”

Oliver Queen enters the space with a keen eye he can sense the truth that something is a foot because he is not a trusting person by far and as he can see the fact that both the rich and poor are united.

They all look so zonked out mindless bobs, jumps and dances throughout the room as they hob and knob with each other as if they are all friends and the city has no problems going for them and if was such sickening sight.

Oliver quickly races over to the side of the room walking up the stairs he tips his glass pretending to be the party boi he once was as he secretly made his way up to the main room and is instantly caught and the culprit is Bruce.

“Boss! We caught him”

“Bruce what is this?”

“You are traitor “

“Dick!”

“He is The Green Arrow”

“Yes! I am aware”

“How could you possibly?”

“The mask can’t hide such a face “

“Sculpted like a Adonis”

“Why are you blushing?

“I-I “

“I won’t tell Oliver”

“Here is a gift “

“You are a nefarious fiend”

“Am I supposed to be offended?”

“I said open it”

“Damn blast you! This so gorgeous “

“I swear my life to you “

Richard aka Dick Grayson did a back flip off top of the staircase as he does dive to the ground, he reaches for the door embedded beneath the floor revealing a secret panel as the balloons burst outward in to the air and is a easy aim.

Bruce uses his batarang as it swerves in the air spinning through the balloons managing to cut threw each once as a high level of gas emits spreading viciously catching any bystanders and one in particular he is ones forever.

“He is in my eye sight boss”

“Now! Aim, Set and Shoot the bitch”

“Hello! My name is Ray Palmer “

“And I…I…where is the boss?”

The end

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵‍💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

read on AO3!

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You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader

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roughentumble · 3 days ago

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add vanessa and rogue because vanessa is great and my bestie loves logue, sometimes cable comes around for a lil lovin, colossus gets to bounce on it and it's like getting your dick caught in a metal vice, IM going to add iceman bobby because i think he's neat and he's usually an adult. he is only fucking logan but everyone gets it because, Well, Look At Logan.

#trying to think of more people to add to the polycule #having trouble seeing a peter with an mj who is also doing all this hero fucking #i feel like if he had mj he'd be exclusive #so that's off #and i want anne to stay with doctor dan

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dcu-rarepair · 1 month ago

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Day 10 Treats

Day 10 is the last day of treats and we've got a four to share! Head to the Collection to check them out, and view the Release Schedule to see what’s in store!

We also have a handy Commenting Guide to help our Giftees with showing their Giftors some love. And now, here’s today’s works:

Souvenirs From London for Inkwell1013

Alfred Pennyworth/Martha Wayne/Thomas Wayne Not Rated, Not Using Warnings Soulmates, Getting Together Martha and Thomas go overseas to try to find their soulmate.

The Sea Beast of Gotham Harbor for YouHaveLessProof

Garth/Dick Grayson Not Rated, Not Using Warnings Kidnapping, Date Night Dick gets taken hostage. They accidentally put him in the water.

The Road to Hell for SuperSilverSpy

John Constantine & Astra Logue Not Rated, Not Using Warnings Rescue Missions, Second Chances Constantine goes to hell to rescue Astra.

Cards on the Table for saiditallbefore

Cassandra Cain/Xanthe Zhou Not Rated, Not Using Warnings Stranded Together, First Kiss Xanthe and Cass fall out of a magical portal.

#dcu rarepair exchange #2024 exchange

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weakformemo · 2 years ago

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One thing I need for s5 is for them to bring back The Contessa Carmilla De Mornay, Dominykas The Dreadful and Donal Logue for some Worldwide Vampiric Council shenanigans. Maybe they had enough of Nadja messing up the Staten Island Council or whatever, and all of them are fighting for their lives, a big fucking battle.

BUT ALL NANDOR AND GUILLERMO CARE ABOUT IS THAT THEY KNOW NANDOR HAS THE BIGGEST DICK IN THE WORLD NOW.

"I made sure of it" yells Guillermo and he stakes a vampire.

"but he didn't want to see it immediately, so disrespectful," grumbles Nandor while he runs his sword through another.

At one point Guillermo, totally exasperated, confesses he even tried Nandor's dick "IT'S THE BIGGEST I'VE EVER HAD" and the fight stops because Nadja, Laszlo and Colin Robinson kill everyone just to get the gossip.

#wwdits #wwdits fx #what we do in the shadows #nandermo #nandor x guillermo #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #colin robinson #my post

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piedpiperslists · 2 years ago

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Taehyung One Shots (XXVIII)

* s - contains smut

It's Sweet by @here2bbtstrash wc~4.3k / FWB Summary: You forgot to call out sick from your dick appointment, but he stays anyway.

Feedback by @yminie s wc~11.1k / ft JHS, friends au, PWP Summary: You’re feeling a little insecure about something your friend had said, and your besties Tae and Hobi are there to help you out.

Heat Index by @boymeetsweevil s wc~2.7k / established relationship, PWP Summary: The town being in a heat wave puts Tae’s in a bit of a love drought. But even still, he makes do and (kind of) does you.

Acquainted by @dewykth s wc~2.3k / angst, motorcyclist!Taehyung, married!reader, unrequited feelings Summary: There he goes again. Wishing for too much. Silly boy, doesn’t he already know he will never have you the way he wants?

Crazy for You by @oddinary4bts s wc~46.8k / best friend's brother, idol au Summary: You’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

Dickless by @moni-logues s wc~11.1k / enemies to lovers, infidelity au, PWP Summary: Your boyfriend won't go down on you and it is a Problem. Fortunately, your friendly neighbourhood fuckboy (or is he??) Taehyung is there to lend a mouth hand.

The Red Bullet by @hobipost s wc~3k / rogue!Taehyung, NIS agent!reader, PWP Summary: His fingers shouldn't do what they do, nor should his words. You shouldn't be on the receiving end of his desire, too, but it seems like forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

Illicit Affairs by @indgio s wc~15.6k / brother's best friend, FWB Summary: Entering a friends-with-benefits relationship with your brother’s best friend is not at the top of your list of smart decisions. But you’ve never been able to say no to Kim Taehyung, even when you definitely, definitely should.

Wounds by @honeyyvee wc~4k / angst, childhood friends au Summary: You go back to your hometown for the holidays and reunite by chance with an old friend, only to part from him again.

Where It Hurts by @honeyyvee s wc~6.2k / roommates au Summary: You come home late night to your shared apartment with a broken heart. The hurt, and touch-starvation, spark in you a terrible idea.

#kth list #taehyung oneshot

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rich4a1 · 2 days ago

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Carn Davidson 9 REVERENCE

CARN DAVIDSON 9 REVERENCE Independent Label William Carn, trombone/vocals; Tara Davidson, alto saxophone/flute/vocals; Kelly Jefferson, tenor saxophone/clarinet; Shirantha Beddage, baritone saxophone/bass clarinet; Jason Logue & Kevin Turcotte, trumpets; Christian Overton, bass trombone; Andrew Downing, acoustic bass; Ernesto Cervini, drums; SPECIAL GUESTS: Dick Oatts, alto saxophone; Mark Kelso,…

#cd review #jazz #jazz CD #Jazz Review #making a Scene

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 month ago

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Come To The Edge

by Lulu_Rhythm "Come to the edge./We might fall./Come to the edge./It’s too high!/COME TO THE EDGE!/And they came,/And he pushed,/And they flew." - Christopher Logue Words: 6163, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown (mentioned), Duke Thomas (Barely), Cassandra Cain (mentioned), Original Character (Mentioned), Carter Hall (Katar Hol) Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Carter Hall Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Body Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Healing, Platonic Cuddling, Wing Grooming, Wing Oil, Wingfic, Tim Drake has wings, Tim Drake Has PTSD, Tim Drake Has Self-Worth Issues, Tim Drake Needs Love, Tim Drake Needs Therapy, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Tim Drake Gets a Hug (DCU), Hurt Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has a Heart, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, gentle Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Gentle Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne Feels, Overprepared Bruce Wayne, Egyptian Carter Hall, Mentor Carter Hall, Good Friend Carter Hall via https://ift.tt/AcjriyM

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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TV Guidance Counselor Episode 641 1/2 : Abby and Ryan from Bothering the Band

October 26-November 1, 1996

It's Ken's birthday month, so this week you get ANOTHER BONUS episode. This time in celebration of THEIR 200th episode Ken welcomes Abby and Ryan from the fantastic Bothering the Band podcast.

Ken, Abby and Ryan discuss when the interviewer becomes the interviewee, the origins of the Bothering the Band podcast, booking big guests, getting rejected, Frank Turner, Counting Crows, when Ryan met Abby, cool schools, almost booking Keanu Reeves, Gavin Rosdale, Puka Shells, growing up in Orlando, The Party, boy bands, Disney, Nickelodeon Studios, dudes who look like Isaac Mizrahi, Bob Goen, never coming gymnastics, sprots to non sports, congregating a career, MST3K's switch from Comedy Central to Sci-Fi, winning a trip to England by knowing the Tetley Tea jingle, diaper ads, the Nirvana baby, hi waisted hips, no dick jokes, RL Stine, Batman the Animated Series, Superman the Animated Series, helping the Dragon Ball Z community, strange emails, Cartoon Express, a woman giving birth to a doll, the band Live, Columbia House, nerds, making your own video store, Bailey Kipper's POV, Hey Arnold, Lunchables, cooking pizza rolls in a VCR, vending machine lunches, The Young Comedians All Star Reunion, 80s nostalgia in the 90s, SNL, collector's plates, beautiful unicorns, Jacksonville FL, porcelain crap, The Shadowzone, Ron Silver, diecast, beer and tiny cars, Hess, Seventh Heaven, Jennifer Love Hewitt, when old TV is problematic, joining a gang, Her Costly Affair, Savannah, the Waynes Brothers, Roast Beef Tissues, wanting things to be good, the high school right outside Universal Studios, trick or treating, Burning Zone, national television debut of The Cramps, 90210, Peach Pit After Dark, Donal Logue, Stephen Bochco's comedy series, Jimmy the Cab Driver, Seinfeld, avoiding Halloween, Living Single, loving Ghostbusters, Ben Cooper costumes, Unsolved Mysteries, PCU, deceptive car ads, dolls, Johnny Carson's charity, hating 311, Ken's Third Wave Ska trauma, melting pennies, befriending your heroes, and facial injuries from laughing.

Check out this episode!

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 years ago

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SEASON FIVE MOTHERFUCKERS LET'S GO!!!!!!

5x01

the opening recap is So Long but I did need it because I genuinely forgot that Ra's died again. stay down bitch.

OH THERE'S A TIME SKIP AND IT'S BEEN OVER A YEAR. OKAY. COOL.

how is Jim still wearing his badge. jesus christ. suck the boot a little harder why don't you.

oh okay listen. this is going to be vital for y'all to have a prayer of understanding the rest of this liveblog. we open on day 391 where Jimbles, Harvey, Oswald, and that little green bastard all gearing up to??? apparently face down the us army together?

and then we jump back to day 87 so I have to assume the rest of the season is going to be a prolonged "how we got here."

okay proceed

the Scarecrow is running an entire chunk of the city... how... he's a teenager with hallucinations who makes toilet wine...

oooooh the Big Bad of this season is FEMA

forget the badge why is Jim still wearing a TIE. for gods sake Jim. there doesn't even seem to be electricity.

death by firing squad for whoever slapped this wig on Cory Michael Smith

hey wait a second. how the fuck can Bruce not just like. pay someone to smuggle food into the city. or citizens out. somebody out there would take that money. what are we doing here. even just a helicopter flying over to drop MREs or something come on.

death by two firing squads for whoever decided Barbara needed those pseudo bangs jesus christ

cannot stop thinking about the Gotham prequel novel claiming Alfred was in his 60s. Sean Pertwee was in his mid-50s when the show ENDED.

uuuuugh god okay I believe in a compliment sandwich so uuuuh. one pro of establishing that a LOT of rogues were active prior to Batman is that it really drives home that people would be scared shitless by another guy on the scene attacking people out of the dark. he's just another monster in the dark, right? furthers the initial distrust that the GCPD would feel towards him as well.

where was Donal Logue's emmy for his delivery of "they got the beans"

oh okay Bruce is actually doing my plan about flying in food hot damn. he didn't do it until his girlfriend was personally affected but still

a GLIMMER of an interesting narrative as Selina survives an attempted murder and ruminates on being a fridged woman

hey Oswald I'm just spitballing here but maybe starving your underlings and forcing them to dress like they're in a labor camp is. going to come back to bite you in the ass.

anyway readers he's acquired a bulldog and named it Edward because he and the Riddler are neither boyfriends nor exes but a secret third thing (trapped in a perpetual state of breaking up with each other)

Jim this wouldn't be happening if you had ever just once let Oswald suck your dick

oop red alert the last surviving woman of color in the main cast has been murdered! that's what we in the commentary field call A BAD FUCKING LOOK!

I'm saying this as the #1 penguin girlie there is. his plot armor is getting ridiculous and it's insane that no one managed to kill him.

actually extremely funny that while every other rogue is busy carving up Gotham the Riddler is busy blacking out and waking up in dumpsters.

once again in spite of my better judgement I am having fun :/

alright fuck it I'm trapped in the office with two hours to kill

#gotham time

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The Contingency

A/N: Hiya! okay so couple things, firstly I realize that my portrayal of Damian might be a lil different from some on here but honestly i feel like when Damian is in love this boy falls HARD so he’s gonna be hella romantic with his partner bc he feels safe and he not only love his partner but his love is reciprocated. The more above it all they are, the harder they fall. im not sure if that’s a saying but it applies. Second, this blurb/chapt is a sort of pre-logue to the part 4 of my Movie Night series and it is a lil different from the regular tone of how the story’s been going so pls let me know if y’all like it, if you agree with what Damian did or didn’t do. I’m honestly really unsure of it all now lmao if anything I might just delete this and pretend it never happened lol my anxiety is really acting up. PLLLEEAASSEE tell me your thoughts on how the story is progressing and if you’re enjoying it!!! It really means a lot to me plus it’s nice knowing ppl are enjoying the stuff i’m putting out <3 <3 <3 okay toodles for now and enjoy!!

P.S. Next chapt might be inspired by the new Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness Movie but no spoilers!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5

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Damian sat in front of the computer in the Batcave, begrudgingly analyzing the files before him. This was the second time he was reviewing them. He had hoped that if he missed something it'd stand out to him the second time around. So far, no such luck.

It started out with a string of robberies, nothing Batman couldn’t handle. Then he found out the robberies were orchestrated by a man calling himself The Scientist in order to finance a new drug he was creating, Project Ambrosia. Allegedly, it was supposed to temporarily give people metahuman abilities. However, if you already possessed such abilities the drug was rumored to increase your powers to omnipotent levels.

This definitely wasn’t good news for Gotham. Fortunately, The Scientist was apprehended. Unfortunately, this wasn’t done so before the drug was finalized or before word of its completion made its way to Killer Croc and Bane.

It was two nights ago when Bruce had his encounter with the two as they tried to steal the drug for themselves. Fighting them both simultaneously was difficult even for someone like Batman but when Killer Croc managed to inject himself with the drug the situation quickly became much more catastrophic. Bruce quickly realized the rumor of the drug’s effect on metahumans was true. With the drug in Killer Croc’s veins he was able to leave Bane in critical condition and Batman was next to receive his wrath. He knew he had to act fast and so he destroyed the remainder of the drugs but not without sustaining perilous injuries from Killer Croc’s amplified rage.

Thankfully Dick and Damian intervened before more damage could be inflicted upon their father but Killer Croc still managed to retreat. So far there’s been no news on Killer Croc. However, they’ve all recently been informed by Jim Gordon that there was a second variation of the drug and it was stolen last night.

Damian rubbed at his temples in exhaustion and frustration as he failed to find any clues within the files. To add to his annoyance his one year anniversary with (Y/N) was approaching by the end of the week and considering how the case was progressing, or not progressing, he doubted he’d be back home in time.

He could hear Dick and Bruce talk about potential leads behind him as Dick cleaned a wound on Bruce’s back that he couldn’t reach. It was then Damian volunteered to do more recon at the lab where The Scientist was apprehended.

Frankly, he felt like he had exhausted all the information the files had to offer and just wanted to stretch his legs and clear his mind. It was as he was closing up all the files he had opened that he saw it.

It was a hidden section within the files that he’d never seen before. Had he not accidentally scrolled further down he doubted he would’ve found it either.

Why would his father try to hide this? His curiosity was piqued. In the hidden section there was only one file.

The Scarlet Witch

Upon clicking it, half a dozen pictures of (Y/N) scrambled across the screen, one of them being a picture taken of her on her very first day on earth. There was also a strange, dark illustration within the files. Damian did not recognize the being but he was able to make out the figure of a female body along with her hair, some strange symbols, and what looked to be a crown. Admittedly, the image looked a little threatening. Next to the pictures appeared various notes on (Y/N)’s abilities, voice memos, records, and even videos of her in battle. Damian recalled the fights, as he was there when they happened, but his father was not. Then he remembered the recording lenses he wears when donning his caped alter ego.

He was peeved at the thought of his father combing through his personal recordings without asking, it was an invasion of privacy afterall, but he was also confused.

Why would father steal my recordings? Why create this file? How long has he been keeping this from me?

Dozens of questions flooded his mind but as he read further into the file, he began getting angry…

“What… the hell…is this?”

It came out as a whisper but his anger was loud and clear.

Bruce and Dick both turned to look at him.

Dick was confused at the files on the screen. Meanwhile, Bruce remained indifferent despite the argument that was about to ensue.

“YOU HAVE A CONTINGENCY PLAN FOR MY PARTNER?!” Damian yelled as he confronted his father.

Dick backed up and looked at Bruce in disbelief, seemingly unaware of Bruce’s plans either. “Really Bruce?”

“Explain yourself!” Damian snarled at his father.

“I don’t have to explain anything,” he rose from his seat to meet his challenge. “You both know more than anyone what my contingency plans are made for. They’re a precaution.”

“A preca- Bruce, she’s a kid,” Dick interjected.

“A kid who was able to subdue Superman while he was under demonic possession,” Bruce corrected. He walked to the computer, “And she’s not just a kid.”

Bruce clicked on one of the images from the file and the image of the strange illustration was enlarged on the screen.

“‘The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven, no need for incantation. A being capable of spontaneous creation. Her destiny is to rule the cosmos or annihilate it.’”

The way he spoke made it clear he was reciting the information which added to Damian and Dick’s confusion.

“Where’d you get this info from?” inquired Dick.

“More importantly, what does this have to do with (Y/N)?” Asked Damian. “She doesn’t use magic, she’s not a witch.”

“Zatanna learned it from Constantine and she informed me of this when she became aware of (Y/N) and her abilities.” Bruce looked to Damian, “From what we know of her abilities and feats, Zatanna and I believe she may be The Scarlet Witch. Although she hasn’t exemplified everything yet this could be due to lack of opportunity or knowledge or both. I’m not taking any chances if she is who we suspect she is. I imagine she told you about how she acquired her powers?”

Damian, who was currently glaring at his father with his arms crossed, nodded. “They tortured her,” he looked away and his eyes softened as he reminisced on what (Y/N) had told him, the trauma she experinced. “They conducted several experiments on her. One of them involved an ancient stone.”

“An infinity stone?” Bruce asked.

“She didn’t specify.”

“You didn’t ask her more about it?” He pressed.

“Did I ask her to recount in explicit detail what were objectively the worst moments of her life? No, I did not,” Damian’s glare returned.

“Okay, okay,” Dick motioned to them both to cool down. “Tales of omnipotent witches make great stories to tell around the campfire, B, but you’re telling me you created a whole contingency plan based on hearsay? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“Because it’s not hearsay. According to Constantine, there is a whole chapter dedicated to The Scarlet Witch in the Darkhold.” On hearing this, Damian's shoulder’s tensed. “It is also referred to as the book of the-”

“Damed,” cut in Damian and everyone’s attention set on him.

“You’re familiar with the darkhold?” asked Bruce.

“Unfortunately,” Damian rolled his eyes. “Grandfather went through great lengths in attempt to attain the legendary book.”

“Hold on, why would Ra’s want some scary sounding book in the first place?” Dick scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“Legend surrounding the book claimed that it gave whoever possessed the book great power or it would amplify your own if you already possess it,” Damian shrugged. “It was also said to contain knowledge of dark magic but none of it came without a price. The book was said to corrupt anything and everything it touches. At least according to legend. But that’s all this is, legend. The book doesn’t exist.”

“But it does,” said Bruce. “And according to the darkhold, The Scarlet Witch is supposed to be a myth.”

“Then why do you have this file? Why are we even having this conversation? What did (Y/N) do to deserve this kind of treatment? She’s only ever shown you kindness!”

“This isn’t personal, Damian,” Bruce slowly approached his son but it only caused him to back away instead. “From what we’ve seen, (Y/N) fits the profile. The possibility is too strong for me to ignore. It’d be reckless and foolish of me to not prepare for the worst, especially considering your relationship with her.”

Although Bruce said his words with genuine sincerity, it didn’t help Damian feel any better.

“She’d never hurt me,” Damian defended. “She’d never hurt anyone.”

“What about Dr. Light?”

“That was one time!” Damian pointed at Bruce.

“She didn’t just remove the air from his lungs, she temporarily rewrote their function. He described it as feeling as if his body was rejecting the air while simultaneously needing it. In his words, it was both excruciating and terrifying.”

“He still breathes now, doesn't he?”

“Damian-”

“Woah, wait, Bruce,” Dick called to him from the computer. Apparently while Bruce and Damian were talking, he was sifting through the files. “This contingency plan is reading more like an outline, it’s not complete.”

“Until I know the full extent of her power or find out of any limitations the plan will remain unfinished. She’s half Tamaranean but due to her powers what would normally weaken a Tamaranean does not affect her. As of now, our best bet would be Zatanna’s magic to counteract her own. If she is who I think she is, anything I throw at her would be useless.”

“Wow,” Dick sighed as he leaned back in the chair and took in this information. It wasn’t often Bruce felt like he didn’t have many options to consider. Needless to say, he was feeling the gravity of the situation. “Wait, did you just say she rewrote Dr.Light’s lung functions?”

“Who cares? He was a villain anyways. (Y/N) would never do anything to hurt us,” argued Damian.

“Maybe not intentionally. But who is to know what could happen once she unlocks her full potential. At the moment, her ignorance benefits both her and the fate of this universe,” Bruce reasoned.

“What if it’s the opposite? What if by telling her what we know it helps steer her in the right direction?”

“Or inadvertently lead her in the wrong direction. Right now the less she knows, the better,” Bruce closed the files on the computer as if to conclude the discussion.

“Says you, father. I do not agree,” Damian turned to leave the Batcave, ignoring the calls and demands of his father.

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Damian made his way to one of the balconies of the manor and pulled out his phone and called (Y/N). After about three rings he received a rather groggy hello and he mentally scolded himself as he forgot all about the time difference.

“Sorry beloved, did I wake you?”

“You did but it’s you so it is a welcomed intrusion,” she giggled. “How are you, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” he paused and (Y/N) waited for him to continue but he didn’t.

“Are you sure? You seem a little,” she pondered for the word, “distressed.”

Normally he loved how she knew him so well but the moment he felt as if it was backfiring on him.

“I am- I mean, I am fine it’s just… we reached a stalemate in the case.”

“It seems as if you’ve been working on it for very long hours, perhaps a break would help to refresh your mind?”

“I thought the same as well.”

“And did it?”

“Did it what?”

“Refresh your mind,” she chuckled. “Dami, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah- yes I just,” he sighed, he couldn’t do it. “I miss you, beloved. I’m sorry this case is taking longer than expected. This case ruined the plans I made for us for the week but I will still try to make it this weekend for our anniversary.”

“I miss you too, Dami. I really wish you were here but your father needs you and I completely understand the situation. Just come back to me in one piece okay, promise?”

If only Damian could see the dopey, heartfelt smile he adorned on his face.

“I promise, beloved. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she lethargically sighed. “I’ve just been a little tired. I was having some stupid nightmares that were not really letting me sleep these past two days.”

“Apologies beloved, now I feel really bad for waking you up,” he groaned.

“No, no, it is fine. Really, they seemed to have stopped tonight, thankfully.”

“Do you wanna talk about them?”

(Y/N) hummed in thought and he could hear shuffling on her end.

“You don’t have to but you know you can talk to me. I want to know what ails you, perhaps I can help.”

“I just,” more shuffling, “I just didn’t want to alarm you or the Titans.”

“Why would it alarm us?”

“Well, you know that sometimes my dreams prove to be quite prophetic but only sometimes, it is not always the case.”

Damian hummed in agreement.

“Well, in this nightmare for some reason the Titans were battling me. The reason was never revealed and I always woke up before something catastrophic happened. But… the way they looked at me… the way you looked at me… like I was some monster… I would never purposely do anything to hurt you or the Titans. I do not know why my subconscious created such a horrible story…”

“It was just a dream, beloved. A very bad dream. We would never turn on you and we know you wouldn’t turn on us.”

“I know… like I said, it was just a stupid dream. But thank you for listening and the reassurance.”

“I’ll reassure you as many times as you need but for now I’ll let you sleep.”

“Alright, but you better go to bed soon, okay? You are three hours ahead of me so I know it is very late there.”

“I will,” he chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dami. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

With their goodbyes said, Damian finally hung up the phone and if he were to be honest, with the information he was just given, he was a little alarmed. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that (Y/N) would never hurt him, the team, or anyone for that matter. Still, he understood his father’s plan and now agreed that perhaps the less she knew the better. Although he refrained from telling her of what he discovered, he never lied throughout their conversation. He deeply missed her and he was sure of two things. One, that whether or not the case was solved he was going back to the Titans Tower, for at least the day of their anniversary. And two, that he was going to do everything in his power to prohibit her from becoming The Scarlet Witch.

A/N: I kinda tinkered with the powers of the darkhold here to fit the story a lil better but nothing too dramartic. I’ve had this idea of Batman having a contingency plan for you since you’re so powerful for such a long time and i thought it was kinda funny lol hope you enjoyed. Feedback is appreciated! Have a lovely day <3

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Edit: forgot to mention y’all are 18-19 here so next part y’all will likely be like 19-20

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #Damian Wayne #scarlet witch reader #damian wayne x scarlet witch reader #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing

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