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menlove · 1 year ago

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What do you think lesbians are attracted to in women that lesbians can’t be attracted to in men?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives woman-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait women have that men can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

this is soooo not asked in good faith lol i know ur baiting babe but fine i'll go ahead and answer here <3

first of all idk where u got the idea that i think bi/pan is inborn orientation. ur mistaking me for a gender/sexuality essentialist rather than a bio essentialist and baby i am neither

second of all ur operating under the assumption that i am bi/pan and would fuck all genders and/or sexes. false! i do not care for dick i have never cared for dick i shall never care for dick and funnily enough i am capable of navigating my personal relationships on my own terms without imposing those terms on everyone else or making trans women feel like dogshit just for existing. if someone with a dick ever asked me out and i turned them down i wouldn't have to say "sorry it's because you have a yucky disgusting penis you fucking disgusting human" as so many of y'all love to do when confronted w trans humans, i would simply say "sorry, i'm not interested." and if they decided to keep pressing it or assault me that would be on them being a sexual predator, not them being transgender.

but okay. several things here. first off in the history of sexuality u have two views: essentialism and costructionism. innate vs socially created. in most cases of history, i take the constructionist point of view. with sexuality/gender it is way way more nuanced and complicated than that. i believe the Feelings we have about gender and sexuality are innate (and unique to every individual) but the labels we put on them change constantly over time. you can find this all throughout history and arguing that this isn't the case would be ahistorical and ridiculous. if you think the word "lesbian" existed 300 years ago and ppl you would deem lesbians would call themselves lesbians or conceptualize their sexualities in the same way as you do, you are dead wrong. they probably had very similar feelings, but they were framing it around their cultural frameworks they had at the time. as we are doing today.

the thing about social constructs is that they change. go back to the 1500s europe and it was widely believed that men and women shared one body type that was, essentially, sexless and the same, and that this body grew out of the body women have into the body men had. essentially, men were the more "progressed" body of humanity, but men and women shared the same sex. this... obviously was incorrect and changed. but so is our binary conception of "sex".

which brings me to ur point about animals.... heterosexuality and homosexuality as Acts certainly exist in animals but animals don't have social constructs to give them identities lmfao. and while these acts exist, they often do so in ways we as humans would consider "bisexual" although that's fucking ridiculous because they are animals. for example, often in the wild you will see "lesbian" lions that choose to mate with other female lions only and raise their young with them. wait- how's that work? their young? if animals with no social conceptions can somehow be "pure lesbians" would they not balk at the idea of procreating with a male lion? no, because that's not how it works in the animal kingdom. they procreate with the male lion and raise the young w the female lion and we slap the label "homosexual" on this or "bisexual" on it when neither is correct bc they're fucking lions, not human beings living in a society. similarly a female lion mating with a male lion is not a "heterosexual" lion, it's a fucking lion. we can't ask it "hey, miss lion, if you had the choice, would you solely prefer male lions? or do you like female lions as well? or are you just mating with this male lion for protection?" because it's a lion. ur comparison is outlandish, frankly. we are not animals in that way. the lion is not heterosexual or homosexual, it's a fucking lion that has sex.

anyway... not what you asked and i can hear u now going off abt how none of this answered ur question. ur right! before i could answer ur baiting question i had to clear up some bold assumptions you were making, define some terms and history, and debunk whatever bullshit you wanted to spew about animals for a second there

but to answer your question: sexuality and gender are unique to every single individual on this planet and structured around the society that individual lives in. sorry to tell you that, but it is. so, too, is the term lesbian. even within t//erf circles. "that's not true!" i can hear you shout, "every t//erf defines lesbian the same!" wrong! i have seen: lesbian means only liking people with vaginas but that can't be right because some trans women have vaginas, lesbian means only liking people with vaginas but that can't be right because some trans Men have vaginas and many of you would Not be attracted to them on the street bc many of them do pass as cis men indistinguishably, lesbian means only CHOOSING to date people with vaginas so this includes political lesbians who are attracted to men and bisexual or heterosexual but are politically lesbian, but wait no lesbian doesn't mean that bc i've also seen t//erfs saying any lesbian who makes a joke abt having a celebrity crush on a man is clearly a bisexual in denial sooooo that would preclude political lesbians too, oh okay so maybe lesbian means only liking people BORN with vaginas- oh shit nope that includes many intersex individuals you would not fuck and many trans men you would not fuck as they've gotten bottom surgery.... hm okay i've seen it mean you only like women BORN with a uterus/able to reproduce except oh whoops not all cis women can do that...... uh well it means anyone you can identify as a woman bc you're so good at clocking except- oh no you can't bc there are many CIS butches and CIS masculine women you all constantly mistake as trans women and harass or butches you straight up just think are men (hi! i am a butch read as a cis male in public!) and do not approach on that basis..... erm..... uh oh looks like your definitions suck too, sorry

so... what does that leave us with? if defining sexuality by sex is harder than it looks and defining it by gender is harder than it looks, what do we have?

well, like i said, it's an individual experience. most of the time, people are going to choose words and communities that resonate with them for whatever reason. for some people it might be bc they have grown up not liking penises in a world where they were expected to. for others it might mean growing up liking just Women in a world where they weren't expected to. for others it's liking non men. some others just like how "lesbian" feels on them and nothing else fits right. "lesbian" communicates something to people and it communicates a community that they feel a part of.

your conception of your sexuality and gender is not the same as anyone else on earth now or anyone in the past. and that is okay. communities and labels ARE human constructs. that doesn't mean they are unimportant and it doesn't mean humans are "innately" bi/pan (i sure as fuck am not lol i've never "innately" wanted to suck a dick and it's felt very "innately" bad when men have been interested in me). but what it does mean is that if you ask any lesbian what being lesbian means to them, you are going to get a different answer. even within your strict community where you think you have one definitive answer, you will have people that disagree with that.

there is no "indescribable trait" women have over men. but neither is there some concrete "yes THIS is the ultimate way to describe (human feeling)". human feelings are infamously hard to describe and label and we do our best with social constructs and human made terms, but we are always always going to fall short. you can do the same with race and wealth and ability and ethnicity and history and and and- something being a social construct doesn't make it not real. it just makes it complicated and messy and not so easily defined. and that is perfectly okay and if you are going to dwell on this planet with other human beings you're going to have to get used to that, sorry to say

so what is a lesbian? a lesbian is someone that tells you they're a lesbian and you say "okay" and don't ask for their life fucking story about why they call themselves a lesbian or how. it's none of your fucking business. whether they agree with you or they don't, it is way easier to just move on and keep defining yourself how YOU want and letting others define themselves how THEY want

#this got long and since ur not asking in good faith i have no doubts ur not gonna absorb literally any of this but uuuuh try #and also if anyone is abt to fall down any t//erf rabbit holes maybe this will resonate w some others as well

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chronicowboy · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by my love @shitouttabuck thank you soooo much i'm so bored catching up on lectures

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

66 for buddie but 79 overall

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

609,231 HA WHAT

3. what fandoms do you write for?

used to write for tfatws and aos but now it's 911 or nothin

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

let's build this house (into a home, baby) did not know this was my top so glad it is tho my absolute baby beloved

please? (can't say no) okay fair i do love this one surprised it's number 2 tho

memory (all alone in the moonlight) okayyyyy

not all of us are heroes (not all of us are brave) my titles are so shit i had to check to remember which one this was but yeah kinda slay

accidents happen (but i will love you on purpose) so glad this stupid silly turned heavy romantic little fic made it into top 5

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

on my bigger fics i always always do my best to reply to every comment just because of how much effort i poured into it and i want my wonderful beautiful commenters to know how grateful i am for the comments, i try to on my smaller fics but the reality of the matter is my brain is unimaginative when it comes to thank yous and i'm terrible at keeping up with shit like that but just know i read all of them and appreciate them sooooo goddamn much !!!!!!!!!!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i am probably incapable of angsty endings even when i write incredibly angsty fics so uh it'd probably some of my cross-posted little lightning era ficlets like i couldn't say no which is very chris-centred

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

literally like 99% of them are sappily happy because i'm disgusting and fragile when it comes to these men but it'd probably be the gross, gooey ending of the safe haven baby fic

8. do you get hate on fics?

no?????? idk if i'm just very lucky or have blocked it out but i don't think so

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i do but like. in the loosest possible sense. i try to keep it as vague and non-explicit as possible unless it's crucial to the story bc i am pretty sure i'm a little lesbian and dicks freak me out!!!

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i mean. i guess technically the parks and rec au could be considered a crossover of some sorts what with lil sebastian but apart from that.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

don't think so?

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of but i have had a podfic made which is awesome!!!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

no god i feel like that would stress me out way too much. like i'd love to write with some of you beautiful minds on here but i am very poor at deadlines and group projects either make me incredibly stressy and lazy or control freaky and i wouldn't want to inflict that upon anyone

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

fuck. i mean. that's just. i feel like with 66 works and like 300k words you'd expect it to be buddie and i love them deeply but at the heart of me i am a merthur girlie through and through. they were the og. they were my whole world. they still are. nothing like two tragic little gay men so devoted to each other that it makes them severely fucked up!!!!!

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh my god. fuck. huh. there are like five aus that i am so desperate to write and have kinda-sorta planned but to call them wips would be very generous. there's the queer bar au which i WILL write one day, then the game night au, the nice guys au oh my god i love her deeply, the new girl au of course bc nickeddie has me in a chokehold despite not writing a word of him and then the merthurbuddie au i actually will never write bc i know it'd be 300k words long and take up the entirety of my life for like a solid year.

16. what are your writing strengths?

uh dialogue? i've always been told my writing's very cinematic and i'm experimenting more with scripts (play mostly but a little bit of tv and film) in my creative writing course.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

oh god. description. i feel like there's never enough between my dialogue idk. and my description is always so like. functional. i got scared of purple prose in high school and overcorrected somewhere along the way lollllll

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i love it, i try to avoid it because i always overestimate what i'll be able to remember from 5 years of spanish courses and then end up thoroughly humbling myself, would love to do it more but yeah apparently my brain just doesn't cooperate with other languages which suckssss

19. first fandom you wrote for?

okay well. it was marvel. and it was sambucky i think. either that or some irondad on this blog. but we're going to ignore that!!!!!! it was a dark time!

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

oooh boy oh man. um. want to say no rizz kink fic bc i had so much fun writing it but i know it's one of my aus. i just can't decide between neighbours, parks and rec, national treasure or gilmore girls. whoops

tagging: uh feel like i'm very late to the party so ignore if you've already been tagged lol @butchdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @folk-fae @piningeddiediaz if u guys want <3

#sami rambles #oh my god i have to catch up on a 2 hour grammar lecture after this (HELL!!!!) but this was a nice break #very fun until you asked me to choose between my babies!!#tag game #mutuals <3

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batarangsoundsdumb · 4 years ago

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

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shumaejh · 4 years ago

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Ah, I was wondering if you could do Shuichi with an s/o who says the safe word, but he doesn’t stop? If that’s okay? If it’s not, don’t worry about it! Feel free to delete! ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

Also, I loved your saccharine fic! Oml it was so good bro- one of my new favourites glfkfjdnncjdncb

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- This wasn’t your first time with him. Hell, this was your forth time. Ever since you started dating Shuichi, you found out that a little secret of his was that he was a hell of a freak. The kinky kind, fortunately enough.

- While this comes with its perks, it also comes with its cons. He constantly needs relief and is always so goddamn horny. He sometimes even goes ‘fuck it’ to his morals and begs you to ride his painfully hard dick.

- Another con is, is that he wants to try so many nee things out. While this wouldn’t be bad in itself, it is considering you had a horrible childhood and that some of the things he wants to try are rather extreme. You deny them of course, but today was different. You’ve felt so guilty these past weeks because of you denying him so much, so when he asked if you wanted to try out fearplay you felt as if you had to agree.

- Shuichi could sense this feeling of yours, so he made up a safeword for you two. The safeword was simple and easy to remember. Red. You mentally noted that word at the back of your mind just in case.

- Now though, he has you chained up. No, not tied up, chained up. You were blindfolded and had whip marks all over you. He even would sometimes put ice on the marks to add to your pain, and you dealt with it all for him. You were incredibly lovesick for him. You’d do anything for him. Anything.

- Normally the boy would tell you when he’s going in, but instead he gave you absolutely no warning and painfully forced himself inside of you. It hurt. It hurt a lot. He didn’t even prep you and you guys only did this four times with now being the fifth.

- “H-HnaaAAhh~!” you yelled out, your back pathetically arching off of the mattress below you. “Hnnaa..~ Y-You’re always so loose.. and warm.. such a whore.” the normally shy boy growled into your ear, making your walls flutter around him. “Y-Your pussy is-is practically begging for me to pound it~ F-Fucking whore..~”

- He wasted no time as he started to slam into your puffy pussy, moans and screams pouring from your mouth with each continuing thrust of his hips. Skin slapping against skin messily, sweat pouring from both of your bodies.

- “G-Gunna get you pregnant, too~ Haaah.. I-I’m gunna cum s-soooo deep inside of you and fill up your p-pathetic womb.. y-your worthless egg won’t stand a chance against me~” he laughed breathily, and while your pussy get even wetter at the dirty talk, all color flooded out of your face. Pregnant?! You weren’t ready for that! Is he insane?!

- “N-No-!! N-No Shuichi- s-stop! Red!!” you choke out, gasping for the air you desperately craved as tears poured down your cheeks. Shuichi, however, didn’t stop. It was unlike him to not stop, incredibly unlike him, and it only fed your fear more. He’s gone crazy. This isn’t your Shuichi!

- “S-Stop crying, bitch~ You have no right to! You crying just makes m-me want to fuck you harder.. haah..~! G-God.. one kid would be beautiful.. but imagine two.. maybe even t-three~? Hahahaaa! Wouldn’t you like that?! Going out and— ughh..— showing everyone you’re my bitch?!”

- It’s official, he’s going with his dick instead of his mind. Triplets are insane, and you highly doubt you’d be impregnated with them, but your pussy was begging for it to be filled. Your walls squeezed around his hard cock with every thrust and with every degrading name that came out of his disgusting mouth. Your cunt was so fertile too, and you knew it. You were still young and still so easy to be impregnated, and he knew that too.

- “F-Fuck.. y-you’re so tight..~ You want me to cum inside of you that bad? Huh? Well take it. T-Take my seed and b-become swollen with my children~” he groaned, his balls slapping against you harshly as his thrusts picked up, going at a speed that proved you had no chance of mercy. You let it happen, too. You let yourself be his fuck toy.

- As you were spacing out, his slender fingers trailed down to your hard clit, rolling it in circles at such a speed it overstimulated you and snapped you out of your teary trance. “F-Fuckhnm~! N-No! Shuichiiiii~!”

- Your walls clamped around him, feeling his load shoot deep inside of you, the crown of his dick kissing your cervix, forcing you to cum at the same time as him. He’d done it, he’d (potentially) impregnated you. Both of you were panting, his shaky hand tearing off the blindfold so you two can make eye-contact. You felt disgusting. You did nothing to fight him off, and you still love him. You still felt the same love you felt when you first looked him directly in the eyes.

- He didn’t bother to unchain you, and instead pull out and collapse next to you. Don’t worry, he’d let you free later. For now though, he needed to catch his breath.

- “.. So.. what’re your name ideas for a baby girl?”

#shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi saihara #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #tw: noncon #tw: safeword denial #tw: breeding

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unohanadaydreams · 4 years ago

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I would kill for some awkward sex headcanons with your faves. Who has trouble getting it up? Who applies the condom on wrong? Who yells out the wrong name in the heat of things? Also, who cums in your eye and y’all have to come knocking on 4th division, blinded as you are by the wet ass money shot 👁👁

I can not express how much I fucking love this ask. Here are your unfortunately spicy takes below. @tater-tati come get your juice. please don’t get it in your eye. <3

Features: smut. not the fun kind but the funny kind. sometimes the sad kind.

Who has trouble getting it up?

1. As Nodt. Not only is he scared of death, but of ‘the little death’. He fucks like its the last thing he’s gonna do and will probably not have the courage to go all the way anyhow. RIP to anyone who wants to get nutted in. Your man gets soft the moment you ask him to cum.

2. Mayuri Kurotsuchi. It is truly painful how much this man wants to be above sex. He takes anti-depressants just to flaccid and Logical when you won’t leave him in peace. He’d be first place, but he refuses to permanently fuck with his huge wrinkly brain (tm).

3. Jushiro Ukitake. Poor guy just gets really worn out some days and either can’t start or fizzles out before he can finish. Just reassure him it’s fine and allow him to finish through with his fingers and mouth so he can salvage his dignity and it should be alright.

4. Ulquiorra Cifer. It’s not something with a firm explanation or cause. Sometimes he just can’t keep in the moment or the bodily feelings he has will just...leave. There’s really no tell or situation that keeps these bouts of numbness from happening, so sex can be a real roll of the dice. He’ll shrug it off and continue on without his third leg (wing?) though.

5. Ryuken Ishida. He’s become very adept at shoving the majority of bad thoughts and feelings down with keeping his mind on work. Unfortunately, this means sex can be a struggle when visualizing how busy he is gets in the way of visualizing you on top of him. Isn’t usually a problem since sexual escapades with him don’t usually involve his dick. (Kink master works around emotional and bodily problems: more at 5.)

Who applies the condom on wrong?

1. Byakuya Kuchiki. He isn’t ignorant about sex per se, just the particulars of casual sex, since he was groomed to be a squeaky clean figurehead. And you can’t really produce an heir while using a condom, can you? He doesn’t even know to where begin. He takes the unopened condom with absolute confidence despite his ignorance and pointedly does not look at you when you fix his handy work, which is so heinous you have to use another one. (He fucking bunched the extra latex at the base for some reason, leaving the head of dick no breathing room and it ripped.)

2. Keigo Asano. He’s just extremely nervous and keeps putting it on too quick, catching it with his nails, and ripping it each time. He makes a joke about how his cock is just ‘sort of a monster hahaha’, but he is getting sweatier and more desperate and oh no, oh no, he is getting soft.

3. Gin Ichimaru. Absolutely is on purpose. He knows how to put on a condom thanks to being forcibly detained by Unohana and given a menacing demonstration on a banana after pressuring a 4th division woman to fuck raw. Purely scumbag tactics.

4. Riruka Dokugamine. What, like she’s supposed to know? What’s she supposed to do? Watch porn or something? Disgusting. Learn how to do it yourself. She screams into her pillow later because she absolutely googled how to put on a condom and just fucked it up.

5. Like, every Arrancar. Szayelaporro is the only exception. Ulquiorra commits to learning after the first fumble. Grimmjow doubles down and insists its fucking dumb in the first place. Luppi refuses to wear one unless it’s an appealing color and probably flavored. Nnoitra hates it on principle--its like you’re trying to oppress his dick or something?? Harribel says--with a completely straight face--that the pull out method will be fine.

Who yells out the wrong name in the heat of things?

1. Momo Hinamori. She apologizes the moment she realizes and is fucking horrified. Really, she has no feelings for [redacted] anymore. She doesn’t know what happened. If she could, she’d go into witness protection.

2. Shunsui Kyoraku. Especially if you’re not romancing something heavy and are a one night stand. He tries to laugh it off, rubbing the back of neck and shrugging like it’s a ‘what can you do?’ moment. If you are romantically involved he will get drunk and depressed about it later on--just another reason he doesn’t deserve you.

3. Shuhei Hisagi. He might be thinking about the Seireitei Bulletin or about that party later tonight that you were both invited to and blurt out a name. Like, ‘holy shit titstitstitstits also the captain invited me to drinks later holy FUCK wow that feels soooo good -chan you fucking goddess fuckfuck oh right Captain--’, kind of train of thought. He boards the apology train and makes all the stops--flowers, heartfelt words, physical affection, an alright song cover with his guitar.

4. Uryu Ishida. In his defense, you were roleplaying and he simply called out your character’s name. This will happen a lot. It’s pretty hot, actually.

5. Isshin Kurosaki. It doesn’t happen a lot but sometimes he calls out his first wife’s name and it’s just something you have to live with. Just sad and unfunny and horrifying.

Who sends you to the 4th division via indecent blinding?

1. Renji Abarai. King of awkward good intentions, he leads your blind ass to the 4th division and waits by your side like a puppy waiting for punishment. He just gets really excited and forgot aiming was important. You insist it wasn’t as bad as the time he shot his load up your nose, though.

2. Akon. In his defense, you were playing with VR headsets and he shot his load in good faith while getting an imaginary face full of 3D anime waifu titties. He can’t imagine taking this to his captain and rushes you to the 4th division before anyone in the 12th can spot him.

3. Nanao Ise. She holds a lot of stress, so when she lets go, the result is usually a ridiculous amount of squirting. She leads you down deserted streets and disappears when anyone shows up, leaving you standing while blinded for like minutes at a time. She would rather die than have her peers find out and leaves you at the 4th division the moment they’ve written you down for intake.

4. Rangiku Matsumoto. She really likes to ride your face and it is simply not her fault that you aid and abet her. Of course if you’re going to play slip’n’slide so often, something is bound to go wrong. She leads you down to the 4th and if she sees someone she knows she’ll call out like ‘haha, guess what?’. It is the second time this month.

5. Shukuro Tsukishima + Gin Ichimaru. They didn’t do it on accident. Gin probably did it out of boredom, just to see you squirm and try to make your way to the 4th with him assisting....barely. Shukuro does it because you tried to tease him about his cooking or something and this is revenge. Have fun finding your way to the 4th by your own power.

#smut #bleach headcanons #this was so fucking funny to do #some of these were immediate fill ins #thats how confident i was #mars speaks #tater-tati

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mistabullets · 5 years ago

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nsfw alphabet for mikitaka pls owo

so,, i thought it would be fun to write,, as if he’s an actual alien soooo it made this set of not sfw alphabet more enjoyable to write

note: mikitaka is aged up!

Not SFW under cut ;

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is odd yet pleasant. Mikitaka has his own set of rituals of what to do after he mates with his partner… some of it is kind of weird, like digesting the cum left over for later use. But he has cute rituals, such as laying his head on your tummy to hear for any of his pups hatching. But he is aware of their humanely needs for affection and will give it to them.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes how long his hair is. Long hair is an indicator of good health and mating potentials. But in his partner, he really enjoys every aspect of their body since it’s so interesting compare to his true form.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Alien cum is different than from human cum. His cum is thicker than usual, has a blue tint to it, and is surprisingly very sweet (which is why Mikitaka can ingest his seed with no problem). He does like to cum inside of you but doesn’t understand why humans enjoy the act of swallowing. It’s very wasteful for you to swallow his seed!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not so much a dirty secret, but he thinks it’s sexy when you’re asleep. Humans groan and moan in their sleep sometimes, get into unusual yet appealing positions, and have their mouths wide open as if wanting a kiss. But he would never touch you at a state of vulnerability. But Mikitaka may ask for your consent to touch you while you’re asleep one of these days.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not at all experienced. Similar to human culture, it’s encouraged to find your one and only mate. There’s a way to do this, by navigating their scent. If one’s odor is bad, they’re not the one. However, if it’s a certain smell, then they’re a compatible mate. Usually works 100% of the time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He’s into pretty intense positions, especially if he believes it will help with conception levels. Here are a few examples: x, x, x, x, and x.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Mikitaka is very serious when in the moment. He’ll make some observatory comments about your body while he’s exploring but otherwise, he’s going to remark about what odd beauty you are and how he can’t wait to breed you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t have hair down there. It doesn’t grow. If he sees your bush, he’s going to think some creature has infected you! But you explain to him that it’s normal for humans to grow hair down there. Odd how so similar his and your body’s are but so different in unique ways he’ll discover.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Oh, he’s romantic, just in his own weird way. He’ll kiss you like a regular person or tell you about how wonderful you’re taking it him. But sometimes he’s goes into language, that’s probably an alien language. They translate into weird phrases but he swears, that it’s suppose to be romantic!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jack off? Release his seed? Into the nothingness (or at least into a yummy tissue or into the sheets)? He would never do that. Semen is very valuable and is only meant for their partners and breeding. It’s rude to waste like that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

If you couldn’t tell, he’s into breeding. He came to Earth to find a human mate which isn’t uncommon on his home planet. But aside from Mikitaka enjoys this human fetish called… bondage. It’s adorable to see you squirming against his touch when you’re all tied up. Also likes creampies.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Those intricate designs and clearing he makes in the crop field… that’s him marking his nests. He would prefer to fuck you there, while the sun is setting and twilight begins. Mikitaka doesn’t care if other humans hear! Let them hear how much he loves you and wants to mate you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Little odd things will motivate him and get him aroused. Perhaps seeing you like out a cute sneeze gave him the sudden urge to take you home and mate? Or maybe it was the way your flicked your hair back and showed off your ears, something seemingly mudane. Everything about your body makes him horny and he’s determined to discover more about reactions.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mikitaka hates when you swallow. Also, despite his strange and alien behavior when it comes to sex, he will not do anything without your consent!

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Doesn’t get any stimulus from you going down on him. However, he’s curious about your body and the reactions you make! So, he will be more than happy to give you oral, hearing the moans emitting from your body. If you moan this easily from his lips on your sex, imagine how much you’ll moan for his cock?

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s very slow and sensual. His cock isn’t quite human, after all. It’s longer than and so he doesn’t want to be too rough with his partner. But if he’s in heat and has the urge to breed, he may go a bit too fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies? Insinuating that the act of sexual reproduction can take less than twenty minutes sounds absurd to Mikitaka. He thinks that’s disrespectful and would rather take his time in pleasuring his partner.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Mikitaka is willing to experiment, just as long it doesn’t seem disrespectful or off putting to him. You want to be slapped during sex? Why? Wouldn’t that just hurt and leave a mark… Choking? Cut off your oxygen and risk death? Humans are so weird when it comes to what makes them aroused.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Usually, a round of mating can last from anywhere to 8-12 hours. However, he realizes for his partner… that may be a bit too much to handle. So he usually go for four hours at a time with his partner. But if they can take it, he would prefer to go for at least eight hours.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mikitaka doesn’t have any toys for himself. He thinks the pleasure your bring him with your own body should suffice. However, he doesn’t mind using whatever toys you have on hand… and using it on you. If it’s make the mating process more bearable for you, then he’ll pleasure you with your toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really unfair. Thinks it’s a bit cruel to tease you, and he can’t really wait to sink his cock in and have you full of his eggs.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He can be loud! He’ll be making the occasional human grunts and moans but sometimes, in his native alien language, he’ll make some odd noises. Once he did a clicking sound, then he let out a piercing screech, reminding you of cats whenever they’re in heat. It’s weird.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He does lay eggs. It’s different compared to semen. Semen are used to fertilize the eggs when they have placed in a compatible womb. Eggs contains his pups, his DNA. Alien sex and reproduction can be a bit weird.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

So imagine one of those ovipositors. The head of his dick has a bigger slit, meant for laying eggs. It’s about nine inches in length but the girth can be compared to an average human dick, about five inches. The shaft is white color but with blue hues to the scales around it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not too high unless he’s in heat. But that only comes once a month and lasts for about a couple of days, at maximum three. But when he is in need to breed, you’ll know. Will probably have to take the day off.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Mikitaka doesn’t really need sleep, compared to humans. He can survive off of three to four hours and be perfectly functionally. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable in your makeshift nest, have the blankets and pillows adjusted to your likely, and watch as you drift off before he does too.

#mikitaka hazekura #my writing #headcanons #not sfw #not sfw alphabet #diamond is unbreakable #jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #Anonymous #prompts

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letsperaltiago · 6 years ago

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bet you wish you could touch our rush (Jake x Amy)

Okay, so nr. 6 (Cop-Con prompt) was the first one to get the most votes, but I’ll try to do the other requests as well! Just have some patience and I’ll get to it eventually! Also I’d thank you all for letting me know you preferences. It was awesome to have so many engage!

Anyways: Here goes Cop-Con feat. drunk horny Peraltiago! PS I’m sorryyyyy if this sucks. I love an overprotective Jake but also know that realistically he trusts Amy too much to be a jerk about it soooo I tried a middle thing. Also I love for a drunk, stupid happy giggly horny couple.

Please let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.8k

Music was blasting from various speakers and drenched the room in a messy cocktail made of incoherent songs - everything from bubbly pop to the heaviest metal - and drunk voices, laughs and slurs. The detectives and officers from the Chicago PD had also had the genius idea to bring coloured lights and even a damn disco ball. This was no longer a boring hotel in Rochester; the entire floor was one big, secret secret party and it ruled.

Jake’s gaze scanned the crowded room holding one beer in hand whilst at least two were already safely stored in his stomach. The buzz had kicked in some time ago but nonetheless he immediately recognised a loud laugh causing him to turn around to see the one and only (and drunk) Amy Santiago perched on a dinner table turned bar. Surrounding her were three men and Jake immediately hoped it was with her and not at her, when they broke into laughter. Amy was a grown woman; the most grown human he knew. He knew she could take care of herself, but Jake also couldn’t help but keep an eye on the four of them - especially now that she’d had God knows how many drinks. Leaving them behind with the benefit of the doubt since he figured that there was no reason to worry, Jake downed the rest of his bear and stumbled off to find Rosa and Charles. If he was lucky they’d still be doing the Taser challenge.

“Wazzup, losers,” he just barely yelled upon finally finding what he’d been looking far: Rosa, Charles, a blonde NYPD beat cop he’d seen around the precinct before and some random guy from who knows where. “Still tasering?”

“Yup,” Rosa responded briefly as always before downing a shot of what appeared to be pure tequila.

“Awesome. I’m in!”

“Great. Got a drink?” Apparently one shot hadn’t been enough and Rosa poured herself another one.

“Uh,” Jake shook his bottle instantly realising that he’d emptied it whilst looking at Amy. “Gimme a minute and I’ll be back with one!” His feet immediately stumbled back to the bar table in the room next door, nonchalantly standing besides a still giggly Amy as he poured himself a cup of whatever alcoholic liquid his hand reached first. She hadn’t noticed and he hadn’t either - until one of the three men’s voice caught his attention.

“Okay, doll… “

Jake’s face immediately twisted into a frown at the disgustingly demeaning condescending though nonetheless he kept pouring. He was not about to meddle and cause a scene like a dick. Though he did pour very slowly, dragging out the amount of time he’d have to stick around and eavesdrop.

“Enough giggling and joking around. Which of the three of us are you going to join in our hotel room?”

Jake Peralta didn’t do jealous, but he did feel anger rising within him as he saw the three men smirk greedily as Amy, obviously more than just tipsy, was a bit taken back and let out a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “Seriously?”

“Of course. This talking thing can only last so long,” another of the three men added before taking a sip of his beer. Out of the corner of his eye Jake could see his girlfriend, drunk but still her slightly socially awkward self, walking the line between drunk and sober in an attempt to come up with a good answer. A nervous hand running through her black curls sent Jake the signal he’d somewhat waited for; enough was enough.

“Let me in on this, gentlemen?” Jake interrupted the little circle they’d formed around a still sitting Amy. “Consider me an option, doll,” he sent his girlfriend a cocky wink before taking a sip of his drink. He couldn’t help but feel bare for not intervening earlier when he saw her shoulders and eyes drop in relief.

The one who’d started this whole ordeal quickly shot him an unsure elevator look. “Ehm sure, man. But I don’t-“

“You,” Amy smirked widely as she stretched out her arm to point at her boyfriend as to show he was the chosen one. “Show me your hotel room. Pleferlably the inside of it. Splecifically the bed.”

Her horribly mispronounced words were punctuated by her teeth biting into her bottom lip, and if Jake hadn’t felt mildly disgusted with himself for choosing such a disgusting character to help out his girlfriend, he would’ve been so so turned on.

The three men, hell even Jake was taken back by his girlfriend’s boldness, but it immediately made much more sense upon noticing how her eyes had transitioned to a darker shade of brown and how she was holding yet another drink in her hand. 4-drink Amy.

“Oh, I’ll show you more than just the bed,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before grabbing her hand and pulling her off the table as the three predators walked away with glum expressions. Feeling the need to make sure she was entirely okay, Jake never let go of her hand as he dragged her out into the hallway where the walls between them and the music would allow them to talk.

“I’m sorry about that, Ames. You okay?” He was definitely not sober, but never not sober enough to feel highly alert whenever someone he cared about was in trouble. He wanted to do this right.

Though apparently Amy had other plans in mind. Before he had time to put down his beer, wanting to hold and physically comfort her, she had him pressed up against the wall behind them. Lips that tasted like wine and poison immediately followed behind and pressed themselves against his. His head started spinning when he felt the fake soberness, which he’d forced upon himself to help her, quickly fade away. No way in hell he was sober; he was drunk as hell and so was she. More importantly her body and lips were attached to his and no one else. Instinctively his hand dropped his drink on the hotel carpet, which honestly didn’t matter ‘cause it was super gross since he’d paid more attention to her than the (what seemed to be) vodka and tequila ratio. No matter what it was it had smelled like it was about to knock the life out of every living braincell within him.

“‘ank you for saving me,” she gasped between crashing lips occasionally switching back a forth between his lips and his chin. As if she wasn’t utterly horny and needy for him already, Jake digging his hands beneath her floral shirt to caress her skin had her going insane. God, her skin was always so damn soft.

“Zhey shouldn’t-“ he swallowed a kiss, “have said that to you. I don’t want stupid boys to want you like that. Only super nize boys.” Wild hands ran through his messed up curls, occasionally getting caught up in them and tugging. Her chest was heaving and pressed up against his like for dear life. The sound of her breathing through her nose like a wild starving animal was insane. Anything she did drove him insane.

“You’re a nize boy,” she momentarily slipped away from his lips to whisper into his ear followed by her teeth lazily tugging on the soft lobe. Jake felt himself fall apart. ”Take me to your wroom.”

“Therz a party in our rome, babe,” he felt himself struggle to keep up with both the English language and the kissing as he tried to paint the picture of their situation for her.

“I don’t care,” she’d managed to fumble the upper part of his shirt open, her hot breath and soft lips against his sternum making him shiver. “I’m sure therz no one in the bed. Or the closet. Either is frine.”

“Oh God,” Jake looked up towards the ceiling in pure desperation which caused the back of his head to bump into the wall. “Ames, you’re deathing me.”

“Please,” she separated from his chest only to grab his chin and pull it downards to look right into her almost black eyes. “I need you. Now. Wherever.”

If Jake wasn’t already turned on and probably also stone hard then he definitely was now. His girlfriend - his smart, beautiful, perfect girlfriend - was basically begging on her knees. Yet there was no way he’d allow them, no matter how drunk, to have sex directly in front of other people. They’d tried a fair share of things, but there was a limit to everything - even kinky sex. “We can’t in front of like… people.”

Amy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment at this. “But like… We’re peoples. You’re peoples and I’m peoples and we're always there whenever we boink.” Her whine somehow reminded him of a kid’s which amused him until he realised there was nothing funny about them not being able to have sex.

“Baby, that’s different.” He leaned down to continue his drunk slurring against her lips. “We’re not like other peoples. We can boink with each other in the room.”

“Can’t they just leave uz alone then? Go away,” this time it was her turn to slur against his lips as her hands slowly snaked their way beneath the bottom of his shirt and onto his bare skin.

Jake, speechless and suddenly realising how hopeless they both were, cupped her face in his hands and started laughing with his lips still pressed to hers. Everything; the whole day and evening; the alcohol; his love for her… It came crashing down on him all at once.

“Babe, we so drunk,” he smiled into the kiss, squeezing her waist as he did a 180 and pushed her against the wall he himself had just been caught against. He didn’t have to look to know that she was smiling too while running the palms of her hands up and down his lower back.

“I know,” she chuckled. “What are we going to do?” She somehow deepened the kiss.”I wunna boink…”

“Uhummm…” he couldn’t even make out proper words anymore. Amy Santiago had him at the gates of heaven and he needed to find a damn key. Fast.

Then an idea hit him like lightning meaning that he to both of their dismay pulled back. “Store room!”

His idea was immediately met by a frown. “What store? There’s no store here.”

“Storing room!” He tried again, slowly feeling the right expression sneaking up on him. He would probably get it right sooner or later, but didn’t have to wait much longer. Amy, as most of the time anyways, beat him to it.

“Room for storage! Storage room!”

“Yes!” He exclaimed like a kid getting what he wanted the most for Christmas. There was the urge to kiss her again and so he did. “You’re so smort, baby.” He cooed suddenly feeling her hands pushing onto his chest and off of her. Apart from her hazy, drunk eyes she looked stern and determined as ever.

“Shut up, Pearralta. We have a storable closet to find.”

#peraltiago #peraltiago fanfiction #jake x amy #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #fanficition #jake x amy fanfic #brooklyn nine-nine #jake and amy

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byuneebuns · 6 years ago

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Hot Toddy (Requested)

Anonymous said: Hello! I just left a tip for you because your writings are so good and well thought out. I was wondering if I could request a scenario or something where the reader is comforting Jooheon because he isn’t feeling the most confident and they end up having sex due to all the love in the air. 😂😭 I find that to be the most romantic and intimate thing. Thank you! And I look forward to part two of the series with Jiho. 😭❤️

Jooheon x Female Reader

Rated: M for Smut

Tags: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, Mild Praise

Author’s Note: Thank you endlessly for the kind words, the request, and the tip ;A; ♡ This was fun to write and I love Jooheon soooo much, I hope that I did him justice and I really, really, really hope that you like it!!!

Now I have to try my best to look at him when a straight face and not think about this fic when I meet him in a few weeks skjfbsjkfbs.

“Jooheon, we have to go! You still aren’t ready?” You leaned against the doorframe and sighed when you saw Jooheon’s limp form on his bed. He was faced away from you but you could see the steady rise and fall of his breathing silhouetted against the legion of white flurries dancing outside of his window.

You strode briskly over to him, brushing off the few stray snowflakes that had managed to cling to your hair, and shook his shoulder roughly.

“I’m awake. I just don’t want to go.”

You tried to pull him onto his back so you could see his face but he was faster than you, pulling his blanket over his head at lightning speed and leaving only a few tufts of his black hair sticking out from the top.

You sighed again, exasperated, running a hand through your hair and glancing at your wristwatch anxiously.

“Joohoney, what’s wrong? We really have to get going soon. The roads are getting bad and I’ll get in trouble if we’re late again, so will you please talk to me so I can try to help?” You said softly, smoothing your black smock dress and adjusting your thigh high socks before sitting beside him and rubbing soothing circles into the idol’s muscular back through his blanket, grateful for his body heat as you adjusted from the bitter temperature outside.

You’d been styling Jooheon since debut and you still couldn’t help chuckling over the enormous difference between his appearance and his personality.

You could still remember the nervousness you felt when you were introduced to him all of those years ago like it was yesterday. You were expecting the typical male idol, tall and thin with sculpted features. You were shocked, to say the least, when instead you were being introduced to a tall scowling man instead.

He was, of course, breathtakingly handsome. Just not in the way you expected.

His eyes were narrow and slanted and topped by low, sharp brows. His face was broad and undeniably masculine despite his full cheeks and pouty lips.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that the intimidation ended there and that Jooheon was actually just a giant marshmallow. You’d grown very close in the years you’d been styling him and he often came to you first with problems. You’d learned he was actually a very self-conscious guy and you were always first in line to remind him of how great he was when he was feeling down on himself, which is exactly what you expected was going on right now.

There was no resistance this time as you pulled the blanket from him and turned him over to face you. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were splotchy.

“What have you been doing? You look like a mess.” You questioned, patting his swollen cheek gently.

“Your hand is cold. I always look like a mess.” He huffed, his voice scratchy.

“Now we both know that isn’t true, but when you spend a bunch of time crying you’re bound to look a little worse for wear afterwards. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for the photoshoot, okay?”

You pulled an unenthusiastic Jooheon into a sitting position, trying to contain the blush blooming on the apples of your cheeks when you saw he was only wearing boxers. You’d seen him in that little plenty of times but it still never failed to make your heart skip a beat, if anything knowing his personality only made him more fatally attractive.

“I brought my kit with me so I can just do everything from here, okay? When you didn’t show up I figured something must have happened. Do you want to tell me about it?” You asked as you finger combed his bedhead into a more tamable shape.

“Hmm, that feels so nice.” He hummed in reply, leaning into your touch and igniting the flames on your cheeks again.

“I’m sorry for troubling you. I just...I saw some bad comments online and-”

“Jooheon, what have I told you about paying attention to that nonsense?” You asked, a hint of your former exasperation breaking through your voice. The things people said about idols behind the shield of their computer monitor were downright disgusting and it broke your heart every time that you had to spend time picking up the pieces of Jooheon’s shattered ego because of it.

“I know,” Jooheon sighed, “I know that I shouldn’t let it get to me. I just...sometimes...when I see myself I don’t see anything worth liking either.” He trailed off, staring at his lap in shame.

“Joohoney, how can you say that? Is your eyesight getting worse? Don’t see anything worth liking? Do you want me to tell you what I see?” You whispered, still stroking his hair.

You placed your other palm on his cheek, turning him to face you fully before it joined it’s twin in his hair, massaging his temples with your thumbs.

“I see a smart, kind, talented, and excessively handsome rapper, dancer, singer, writer, and human being. I see someone that too many people wish that they could be. Someone that should always be proud of themselves. Someone that works so incredibly hard and is always willing to go the extra mile for the people in his life. Beyond someone worth liking, I see someone worth admiring. I see someone that I feel thankful to know, and someone that I lo-”

You cut yourself short, trailing off and refusing to finish what you’d almost blurted out in a moment of passion, cheeks blazing anew.

Jooheon’s eyes were locked on yours, somehow shining brightly despite the dim lighting.

“You really mean all of that?” He asked so softly that you scarcely believed he’d spoken at all, still not taking his eyes from you.

“Every word.”

Your body froze when his lips met yours. His touch was feather light, his mouth only barely ghosting over yours with your hands still tousled in his hair.

As swiftly as it happened it ended, and Jooheon’s eyes were almost comically wide as he slowly pulled away from you.

Before he could say anything you were pulling him back, with only enough force that the slightest resistance would have stopped you, and pressing your lips together with his again.

He stayed this time, his hands clumsily finding their way to your cheeks, his thumbs absent-mindedly stroking them while your lips moved together slowly.

His large hands mapped the expanse of your body while you lazily made out until they reached your hips. He tugged at them, pulling you into his lap where you wrapped your legs around his waist to draw him as close as possible.

Your unbroken kiss swallowed the gasp that escaped your lips when his growing erection brushed against your clothed center, eliciting a growl from him in return.

It was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly your kisses were fast, sloppy, and growing in urgency. Your teeth nipped at each other’s lips, your tongues exploring each other eagerly.

His swollen cock was pressing into your clit and whether subconsciously or not he had started rolling his hips into you, desperate for more friction. You could feel your panties starting to stick to you from the slick growing between your legs and you were panting now, clinging to his shoulders for dear life with shaking hands while he moved against you, deep moans tumbling from his lips, his hands holding fast to your hips.

“Fuck, Jooheon,” You gasped, breathless, when he suddenly attached his lips to your neck, sucking down harshly, “Baby, you’re so sexy.”

Jooheon’s lips left your neck with a soft pop and you could feel a gentle throbbing from where he had certainly left a mark.

You untangled your legs from his waist and pulled away from him. His hands found yours and held them fast, fighting to keep you close while he watched you with confusion swimming in his eyes.

You pulled him towards the edge of the bed and he reluctantly followed, his legs swinging over the side as he watched you with apprehension.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He whispered, the perceived rejection making him shy.

“Jooheon...I just want to make you feel good.”

He watched you drop to your knees on the floor in front of him with astonishment, lifting his hips eagerly when your fingers started to pry at the waistband of his boxers.

His cock sprang free, slapping his stomach with a soft thud. Your mouth watered when you saw it. You knew he was well-endowed but he just looked so...enticing. His pupils were blown out and you could see how much harder he was breathing as he watched you.

Pre-cum was already glistening on the head and you couldn’t resist leaning forward and eagerly planting a few kitten licks along the tip, shuddering when you felt him twitching at the contact.

“Stop teasing me, baby.” He growled from above you.

You ran your hands up his legs, relishing every sharp inhale and shudder he made as you inched closer to where he wanted you.

When your hands finally met your mouth you pulled away to admire him once again, running your closed fist along his length, pulling a groan from him and feeling yourself growing wetter by the second, ruining your panties beyond repair.

“So perfect.” You said in a hushed tone that was nearly drowned out by Jooheon’s labored breaths. He was watching you so intently while you pumped his dick in your hands, like he was trying to commit each movement to memory.

You leaned forward again, giving his tip a final squeeze before you replaced the pressure from your palm with your mouth.

You flicked your tongue along the underside of his length over and over while you sucked his cock like your life depended on it, one of your hands massaging his balls and the other gripping his thigh tightly.

Jooheon was leaning back on his hands, his head thrown back, gasps and moans pouring from his mouth indiscriminately.

“F-fuck, baby girl, your mouth feels so good.” He said through labored breaths, one of his hands abandoning its duty to keep him upright and instead snaking itself at the base of your neck and gripping your hair tightly, forcing you to take all of him.

You whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how large he was, the vibrations making him buck against your throat as he started losing himself to pleasure.

“I’m so close.”

His words were stilted and punctured by moans, as if to confirm the truth of what he said.

You swirled your tongue along him one final time before withdrawing. You pulled your dress over your head and slid your soaking panties off, leaving your tall socks and bra in place, and reclaimed your seat on his lap.

Your original intention was to let him finish in your mouth but you couldn’t take it anymore, you were so beside yourself with need.

“Is this okay?” You whispered. He was already lined up at your entrance and it took every ounce of self-control in your possession to wait for him to respond before sinking onto his throbbing, waiting cock.

“Yes.” He breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he finally entered you.

You both stayed still for a few moments so you could adjust before you started moving. Jooheon’s hands were holding your hips steady, guiding you, while you rode him at a snail’s pace, not wanting to rush after how close he’d been to release only moments ago.

The rhythmic, albeit glacial, pace you’d set somehow seemed to amplify the feeling of Jooheon’s thickness dragging along your walls and brushing your g-spot, you could already feel your legs starting to shake with the promise of your orgasm.

“Joohoney...you’re so beautiful. You feel so good.” You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you to his chest, merely humming in response.

His hands started guiding a bit more forcefully than before, his hips raising to meet your own in an attempt to go deeper and faster. You obliged, trying to match the new pace he was setting. His impatience won out and you found yourself being flipped onto your back with him still inside of you.

“I want to make you feel good, too.” He murmured, his voice huskier than you remembered it, his eyes sparkling with apparent adoration.

Before you could answer he was already rolling his hips into you with far better deliberate precision than you could have hoped to achieve. He groped you through the simple black bra you’d neglected to remove and shoved it to the side to free one of your breasts, which he immediately took in his grip, rolling your sensitive nipple in his fingers, heightening the sensations you were already in danger of drowning in.

His fingers abandoned your nipple and found your clit instead, sending jolts of pleasure through you and pushing you even closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.” He moaned, his eyes flitting between your face contorted in ecstasy and where his thick cock was disappearing in your tight pussy. He was slamming into you with renewed vigor now, the circles he was rubbing into your clit getting faster and faster.

The room felt like it was spinning when you finally felt your walls convulsing around him and warm liquid drip down your thighs. Jooheon’s grunts and moans were growing louder and more desperate as he followed suit, spilling himself inside of you and mixing your juices with his.

His arms gave out to exhaustion and he fell on top of you, peppering your neck with light kisses. You raised your arm to absent-mindedly stroked his soft hair, smiling contentedly, your other hand seeking out his hand and entwining your fingers together.

The sound of your text message tone broke the peaceful silence and you wiggled your way towards the nightstand where you’d abandoned it, somehow managing to retrieve it despite Jooheon still being on top of you.

Your mind was already racing, formulating excuses for how late you both were, glancing out the window to see if the car being stuck in the snow was plausible, when you slid the text open and breathed an enormous sigh of relief.

Don’t bother coming to the shoot, power outage on the whole block. Taking the boys out for lunch, you two can meet us here if Jooheon is feeling better.

You read the message aloud, giggling as Jooheon rolled over onto his side and pulled you into him, nuzzling you affectionately while he held you in a vice-like grip.

“Tell her sorry, I’m still not feeling too great and I need a lot more cheering up.”

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franklyshipping · 6 years ago

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Scare The Bad Shit Away ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Soooo I've adapted a prompt from an anon AKA PROMPTS ANON so it fits with the SPOOPY SEASON! Lil warning, there are gonna be some angsty feelsies bUT IT WILL END UP FLOOFY AND GOOD I SWEAR! LET'S DO IT!

Chase Brody was laying in bed. No, he was not decorating the house with spooky decorations, no he was not out buying candy for the trick or treating children....and no, he was not teaching his own children how to carve pumpkins safely. He was being denied those rights, completely unnecessarily, because people can be selfish, stupid, and downright ignorant of other people's true feelings. Feelings that can make someone seem like they're uncaring, when in fact they're just so unbelievably drained that they are unable to express....anything. No matter how much effort you put in, sometimes the internal can just crush you. It's unpleasant as you can probably imagine.

Chase didn't have to imagine. This feeling, or lack of, was what he was becoming accustomed to because of tragedy after tragedy that he'd been subjected to. First, seeing his children less, then only seeing them in a supervised format....then not seeing them at all. Then there were the nightmares that embellished these events with more drama and turmoil than Chase could handle. He was afraid to close his eyes. He was afraid to sleep. He couldn't handle seeing them being taken away, them crying, him crying, him being stuck and gasping at his own chest as the pain built up....and he woke up choking on mucus and tears. People forget about a father's love, thanks for that society. So here he was, if he couldn't sleep he might as well find a state that was as least uncomfortable as possible; even if he was staring at the ceiling for hours on end, or going to the window to wish on a star.

If you think people were oblivious to Chase's feelings however, I must say that you are VERY wrong. But the septics were scared. Scared of being unable to help, scared of saying something wrong and making the situation even worse for the friend and dad that they loved and held dear. Now....I imagine that a lot of you may have a light-bulb moment, thinking that there's one person of that vivacious leprechaun bunch that DEFINATELY has no fear. And you'd be right. There's only one who's mad enough to risk everything bad in order to bring Chase out of that chasm of shit.

'BRODY BITCH HOW DO I LOOK?'

It somehow feels like deja vu writing Anti in this role, but lets face it, it's a very accurate representation of the glitch. He entered the room, did a twirl, and smirked brightly. He had his regular clothes on, but additionally donned a black swishy cape and some light-up devil horns on his head. It seemed he was going for a comically creepy Halloween look instead of spine-chillingly creepy, for today at least. Chase let out a sigh at the noise, only registering it as noise at first before realising it was a person. He looked at Anti briefly, and once his brain caught up with everything he mumbled.

'Mm, spooky.'

Chase wasn't smiling, in fact it rather looked like he didn't have the physical capability anymore with how slack his face and jaw had become. Anti tried to make sure he kept enthusiasm projected, because he knew that if Chase even saw an ounce of pity on his face then he'd just shut down and close him off. Chase hated being pitied. Seeing those sickening simpering looks on people's faces with head tilts and clasped hands in heir laps; the very image of someone doing that made him feel ill. So Anti made sure to keep as far away from that image as possible.

'Thanks bud, hey, mind if I perch?'

Anti gestured to Chase's bed, and Chase shrugged gently.

'Go ahead.'

Anti sat on the edge of Chase's bed and looked Chase up and down, and he did purse his lips for a moment, but then he regained his vigour. He gave Chase a grin as he rambled on vividly.

'So, right, listen, like, carving pumpkins is fun as hell right? I mean, heh, I should know...'

Anti waggled his eyebrows with a smirk before continuing.

'Well, turns out that if ya whack a naïve lil zombie in the mix then things just get WAY better! He just....won't stop eating the pumpkin innards! And he actually LIKES it?! We're filming it for later, but it's TOTALLY worth seeing him just stuff his face!'

Chase let out a little sigh through his nose as he looked up at Anti, watching him through his entire speech. He saw his eyes glint and sparkle as he related his memories to Chase, and it made Chase think of only one thing. His own eyes would never look like that anymore. Any time that Chase went to look back on any old, happy memories, the nasty ones just took precedence. The good was pushed away to make way for the bad.

'Mmm, I'll prob'ly see it on insta later.'

Chase's voice was soft, and weak, and sad, and it made Anti want to manifest Chase's bad feelings into a physical substance so he could beat them into a destroyed pulp of nothing. Yes, it would be plastered all over the internet later but that wasn't the point. They needed him, and he needed them. Anti tried to implore light-heartedly.

'But with Schneep manning the camera there's no one responsible to make sure Robbie doesn't start snorting the pumpkin seeds next! We need a dad for common sense and expertise-'

Ah.....perhaps not the best wording. At the mention of his fatherly role, Chase felt himself welling up. He tried to hold the tears back, but it's evil how one word can trigger so much nastiness. Chase was sobbing into his hands, which made Anti's corrupted heart break with guilt...but Chase accepted it when Anti hugged him tight to his chest. It wasn't a regular loving hug. It was a gripping hug, a grasping hug, a hug that reflected that this whole thing was a bunch of shit that needed to be suffocated away. Chase needed that hug. He hiccupped and wept into Anti's chest, but Anti's harsh grip on his shirt and shoulders kept him rooted to reality.

'Let it out, it's fine okay to let it all out, purge it the hell out.'

Chase had never cried harder or for longer than in this moment. That is because when we're alone, we have no one to tell us that it's okay to cry. We only have ourselves saying that it's weak, wrong, pathetic, gross, disgusting, look at you choking on air with mucus on your blotchy face you piece of broken nothing. I think we all need an Anti. Without an Anti, everything gets repressed and stuck, but with an Anti everything is thrust into the open, every gory inch in full view. Only then can any form of healing begin. Anti shakily exhaled as he felt Chase shake in his arms.

'A-Anti.....I....I-....s-s-sorry....'

'Don't you dare Brody, don't you even dare....'

Anti whispered before Chase could breathlessly stammer any more. Anti was patient as Chase continued to let out what he needed to let out, and it took quite a while, but that's more than okay. In fact it's GOOD. When Chase did regain his breath, when he did stop crying, when he did look back up at Anti, yes his face was blotchy and wet and his nose was streaming and he was clinging to Anti for dear life....but he felt so much less shitty.

'Look....we miss ya, a lot. And if ya come with me I promise that I'll throw pumpkin innards at ya instead of pity.'

Chase blinked a few times amidst his sniffles, he couldn't help but smile a bit. That unorthodox stuff always got him.

'Y-You n-needn't go to the trouble....'

Anti raised an eyebrow, he could sense that this was good, really good. He gave Chase a grin as he softly poked his chest.

'Oh I'm not, I WANT to throw pumpkin at'cha and make a mess of yer t-shirt, c'mon lemme be a dick here!'

Chase softly pushed at Anti's hand, and smiled just a fraction more. He looked up at Anti, and Anti's heart leapt when Chase subtly narrowed his eyes at him. There was that first glimmer, that glimmer of attitude that everyone adored.

'No way, this is m'favourite t-shirt....'

Anti narrowed his eyes now, and Chase knew that feral gaze very well, It was the sign that Anti was going to pounce. Yes, Chase was rather vulnerable and DEFINATELY feeling worse for wear....but seeing that look gave him chills down his spine that he had really, really missed.

'All the more reason to stain it to hell!'

Chase started to squirm to try and get away from Anti, but the glitch was a tenacious little shit as he started reaching under the duvet, trying to burrow under so he could grasp at Chase's t-shirt. It was a weak little half-wrestle, gentle playfulness, the kind that made Chase splutter and stutter as he felt Anti's fingers graze his ribcage.

'N-No b-bad Anti badbadbad! Anti noho!'

Anti let out a soft giggle, but then paused when he heard that soft, similar sound come from Chase. His fingertips were resting at Chase's ribs as Anti peeked out from under the duvet to look at him, he had to make sure that this was the indeed the right thing. Anti saw Chase's eyes, sparking with nervousness, lips trembling in anticipation....and limbs frozen, with no movement of resistance. This was definitely the right thing.

'Ohhh I think you mean Anti YES!'

Anti dove back under the covers like an otter slipping into water and clawed and rubbed at Chase's ribcage, which brought forth a magnificent cackle before laughter consumed Chase. Yeah, that's right, he was laughing. But that wasn't just it....Chase was LETTING this happen. Chase decided there was no point waiting around for laughter, he was going to let it come by playful force, Anti's playful force.

'NOHO AHAHAHA NONONO NAHAHAT THIHIS!'

Anti smirked like the devil as he found every gap in between Chase's ribs and rubbed the hell out of them, thus making Chase thrash wildly as Anti teased.

'Ohoho yeees this! I'd almost forgotten how ticklish you are, and we can't have that can we?'

Luckily Chase wasn't expected to answer that question, especially since his mind was too overcome with the tickle torture to be able to process much other than the fact that Anti was being teasy and evil and there was nothing Chase to do to derive mercy from him.

'PLEHEHEHEASE AHAHAHA IHIHI CAHAHAN'T!!'

Chase was already desperate and weak, which was just what Anti wanted. Start off with an energy-draining attack, then dim down to techniques that just slowly chip away at your victim's resolve until they're too flustered and blubbery to resist....and Chase's lack of proper resistance now was what assured Anti that this was something right and appropriate to do. Anti growled evilly.

'It's not like you can stop me, I could keep you here for hour after hour....'

Chase's eyes widened and he shook his head fearfully, whimpering and wailing when Anti's drilling fingers reached his topmost ribs.

'NOHOHOHOHO NONONONO!!!'

Anti fought an affectionate laugh at Chase's reply as he furrowed his brows in a mock expression of contemplation, whilst also slowing down his touch so Chase could breath. Chase nervously looked up at Anti as the glitch carefully mused.

'No? Hmmm, if only there was an alternate activity you could join....'

Chase's breath hitched in his throat when Anti's fingertips drifted up to his armpits, fluttering oh so softly as Anti smiled mischievously down at him. Chase tried to purse his lips in an attempt to tough it out, but by this point even the slightest swipe at his nerves would break him instantly.

'Ahahantihihiiii duhude c'mohohooon!'

Chase whined amidst jittery giggles, giving Anti a truly imploring expression, but Anti's resolve was as hard as granite. Anti leant down and nuzzled Chase's ear which a cheeky smile, his tone ever playful.

'You know you wanna play with us Chaseeeyyy.'

Despite his crimson cheeks and bouncing giggles, Chase did exhibit a little grimace. Of course he wanted to play with them and have fun, they were his family too after all....but he couldn't get it out of his head that he'd ruin it all. Destroy the mood, implicitly make things about him and his situation leading to an awkward silence as soon as he stepped in the room. Yeah. Anxiety is a piece of shit.

'Buhuhut Ihi kn-knohow Ihi'll b-be a buhurden!'

Anti halted.

'....take that back.'

Oh dear. Chase felt an ice cold chill down his spine. Anti was so sudden in his stopping, and now so still in form, no glitching or even a single flinch. Chase gulped when Anti looked at him....and Chase could feel emotions stirring in his chest when he saw the utter sincerity on Anti's face. All he could hear was their breathing, until Chase managed to find a glimmer of his voice again.

'But it's true, I'll destroy the good mood and-'

'I said....take it back.....or else.'

Anti cut him off in that same sudden manner. Chase was taken aback because of how Anti managed to look seriously emotional and yet be encased by mischief, Anti wasn't going to let this slide and he was doing it for profound reasons. Chase bowed his head and shook it....he couldn't take back a genuine opinion he had, not without good reason. Now, you may think that good reason was something that the ever radical Antisepticeye was not acquainted with, allow me to disabuse you of that delusion. Anti lived for reason. He was a man of purpose. He was a man with a list of reasons to counteract Chase's opinion, and he was going to get through that list even with Chase's hysterical laughter in the mix.

'Fine....you want reasons why you're wrong? Allow me.'

Anti shifted off his torso to sit on his thighs, where he swiftly placed his hands on Chase's hips and used his thumbs to rub circles deep into the bowels of his hips. Chase was squealing immediately.

'Reason one. You're so fucking kind that it's a sickeningly beautiful inspiration to everybody.'

Chase was giggling and yelping hysterically as he bucked and wriggled, hoping in vain to dislodge or dissuade his attacker. But he knew this was Anti's way of drilling his message in without causing more upset for Chase, so he couldn't stop it; Anti would make sure that there wouldn't be any tears of sadness....though, potentially a few streams of mirthful madness.

'AhahahANTIHI FUHUCK PLEASEPLEASE!'

Anti let himself smile affectionately as he watched Chase giggle so wildly and blush with such deeply rooted embarrassment. Compliments always got to Chase. Anti however, didn't see these words of his as compliments; after all, how can something be a compliment if it's undeniably true?

'Reason two: There are people who care about ya and would do anythin' for ya....'

Chase looked up at Anti through his fingers when he heard him trail off, still laughing his head off, but smiling bashfully at Anti's whisper.

'...me included.'

Chase almost felt like he could cry from joy....and he did, but Anti's words were not the cause. I think however, that Anti's digging into and scribbling at his inner thighs might have had something to do with Chase's new weeping and giddy shrieking.

'AHAHAHAHAAAHHH YOHOHOU CAHAHAN STAHAHAP NOHOHOW!!!'

Anti giggled as Chase tugged at his legs and tried whacking him, all of it useless since Anti quite literally had the upper hand. He smirked happily down at Chase, beyond satisfied that his tears weren't derived from unpleasantness for once. As he continued tickling he purred.

'But I haven't even got to the last reason yet, and it's a loooong one.'

Chase let out a wail as he used his forearms to cover his face, because of two reasons; one, to hide how flustered and bashful he was at the fact that Anti had lengthy reasoning for him, and two, to try and somehow block off the ticking sensations. As you can imagine, covering your face doesn't actually do anything to help. It doesn't stop us all from trying though.

'PLEHEHEASE NOHO MOHOHORE!! IHIHI'M GOHONNA DIHIHIIIIE!!!'

Anti let out a laugh, then replied indignantly.

'Not before I have my inspiring speech ya won't!'

Chase let out a gasp when he felt Anti finally relent on his thighs, but he was just a giggly mess. I don't think they even counted as residual giggles, it was just a legitimate embarrassed giggle fit that Chase was caught in as he tried to get his breath back. Anti watched him for a few moments, then folded his arms with a teasing, raised eyebrow.

'Are ya finished down there?'

Chase's eyes widened as he hurriedly covered his mouth, reigning in his giggles as he stuttered.

'S-Sohohorry sorrysorrehehee....'

Anti let out an exaggerated sigh and shook his head, which made Chase snort, before he managed to actually contain himself. Now Chase's heart was pounding....what was Anti going to say next? Chase was in two minds, he wanted to hear what Anti had to say, but his mind was convincing him that that made him terrible and vain....but no. No. Wanting to hear nice things about yourself is NOT vain, or selfish, or egotistical. Wanting kindness does not make you a bad person, wanting to be cared for does not make you a bad person, needing reassurance does not make you a bad person. Chase looked up at Anti with bated breath, and the glitch cleared his throat....he had to get this right.

'Well uh....reason three. If you're such a burden....there how are you the only one whose singing can soothe Robbie? How are you the best at signing for Jamie? How can you predict exactly what strength of coffee the doc needs every individual morning to rid him of headaches? How can you remind Angus to take hot food out on hunting trips? How can you persuade Shawn to take breaks from his work with the right soft spoken words? How can you motivate Marvin when a spell doesn't work? How can you support Jackie when a mission goes wrong? And I'm sorry but how the FUCK are you a burden when you're able to make me actually wanna hang out with you because you're fun and safe to be around?'

Chase was welling up and used his hands to cover his mouth as Anti hugged him close hurriedly, desperately; it was what they both needed right there and then. Anti hadn't even finished speaking before he'd enveloped his friend. It's strange isn't it? When one person deems you unimportant it can make you convince yourself that that's how everybody else feels too. Well, to use the technical term, that's bullshit. I'm pleased to say that Chase was starting to see that now, and any start is a good start. They kept hugging, Anti wanting to give Chase as much time to recover and process what he'd said.....it was a lot. Anti had intended to keep his composure, but he couldn't stop himself from getting passionate; it's what happens when you really mean something. Chase was undeniably shaken, because Chase had never thought that any of those things he did were significant, he just thought they were decent and normal; it just goes to show how oblivious good people are in terms of how important they are to us. Chase wept, but didn't sob and wheeze, he just sniffled and smiled....really smiled. After a few moments of that meaningful healing, Anti's familiar, and frankly wonderful and strangely homely, chuckle reached Chase's ears.

'Ready to have pumpkin chucked at yer butt?'

Chase smiled into Anti's chest, and cheekily retorted in a little mumble....but his words had their own deep, implicit volume.

'Only if you are.'

Anti smirked as they retreated from the hug, and grinned ferally at Chase. There was that fire that he so loved. Yes it was a mere spark now, but Anti was going to work damn hard to coax it and fuel it until it was powerful enough to level a city.

'We'll see.'

Chase got out of bed then....and I'd just like to say that that in itself can be a huge achievement. I should make it clear that even if you're in such a slumped mind-set, the smallest thing is a victory. Getting out of bed, having a shower, managing small snacks at regular intervals, reading news; you don't have to have a grand social awakening in order to have a win. This is just how it has transpired on this one occasion. I'm happy to say that not one but TWO enthusiastic men left that room, both ready to take terror and pumpkins and kick this season's spoopy butt.

DONE WOOOO HOPE YOUS LIKE THIS AAAAAA LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS DO LIKE IT OKEY WOOP LUV YOUS XX

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fatestemptress · 6 years ago

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Paramount Remembrances - Chapter 8

Summary: Dean Winchester has reached a point in his life where he doesn’t have many firsts left to fulfill. Except maybe falling in love. This is the story of how he got there......and desperately tried to keep it.

Warnings: Bad words. Some Angst here. Mutual masturbation. 18 Plus ONLY!

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count On this Chapter: 4,408

A/N: Soooo, I couldn’t keep my filthy little paws off of this fic and decided to write another chapter. Thanks for all the awesome feedback! You guys are awesome!

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Dean was thirty-one when he fell in love. One month later, he realized he may be ill-equipped to keep it.

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It had been bliss.

For the first month.

Frankly, Dean was surprised it had taken that long.

They had been at a bar at a boutique hotel in a large city and his beautiful Y/N was doing that thing she does with her nose when she wanted to get something out of someone.

Namely men.

When she wanted to get something out of men.

She was smiling up at the potential suspect, her body encased in a flouncy flowered sun dress with a ridiculously low-cut top as she wrinkled that cute little nose up at something the soon to be dead man said.

Dean growled low in his throat when he saw the guy place a hand in the small of Y/N’s back as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Yeah, that’s enough of that.” Dean snarled, “He just officially became Captain Hook.”

His chair made a screeching sound as he abruptly sat up and made to move his way over to his girlfriend and chop off the hand of the guy brave enough to touch her when Sam’s hand shot out and grabbed at his forearm.

“No, Dean. Sit. Don’t you dare mess this up ‘cause you’re jealous.” He said with a firm shake of his head, his long hair swaying with the movement.

Dean pursed his lips in indignation at his brother, watching as Y/N gave him a quick frown, “Pfft. I’m not jealous. Aint got nothing to be jealous of. So what if he’s a doctor with blindingly white teeth and a mansion. Y/N’s not into that.”

Sam rolled his eyes and gestured for his brother to sit, “Yeah, she likes pain in the ass Hunters who don’t know how to let her do her job.” Sam sat back as he sipped his beer, “You gotta trust her to do her thing. All signs are pointing to this guy being the lure for the vampire nest.”

Dean sat down with a huff but not before he sent a dark look Y/N’s way, “I trust her. I don’t trust him. Especially since he keeps putting his hands all over my woman.”

Sam sighed, “Y/N would cut you if she heard you talking about her like that.”

Dean couldn’t stop his grin, “Nah. She thinks she doesn’t like it. But she loves when I get all growly on her.”

Sam snorted, “No. She doesn’t. Now sit back and observe or leave and I’ll be her back up since you can’t seem to control your caveman instincts.”

Dean felt his mouth settle into a pout, “Not being a caveman,” He mumbled, “Just don’t want the guy to touch her is all.”

As he saw Sam roll his eyes again and watch the bar, he really sat back and thought about his reaction to what was going on.

Dean watched as Y/N sent him warning glances over the guys shoulder before smiling up at the possible suspect and raising a bare shoulder as she flirted shamelessly.

And as his gut twisted again, his breath was caught in his throat as he realized that he was jealous. All those feelings of inadequacy bubbled up from his stomach into his throat to effectively choke him off. His eyes took in the custom-tailored suit, expensive shoes, coiffed blonde hair and smooth unscarred face and it made him bit the inside of his lip in the unfamiliar feelings.

Not the inadequacy part. That he was more familiar with than he liked to say. But he had never been jealous before. Not of another man. Not of the what if’s that the other man’s presence brought to him.

Cause while he didn’t always love the Hunter life and the misery it could bring to his existence, he had accepted a long time ago that this was who he was meant to be. And when he had been lucky enough to find Y/N and the peace she brought to his life, he felt himself doing more than just accepting.

He felt himself actually living again.

And now, watching Mr. White Teeth fawning over Y/N and charming her with what Dean was sure was promises of yachts and trips to the Mediterranean, Dean felt not only jealously but regret.

He wanted to give her all of that and more. But all he had to offer her was an old Chevy, (granted it was the best car in existence. But still.), and himself.

And he knew he wasn’t enough.

And that made the jealousy quickly turn into stupidity and then anger.

Stupid, unnecessary, un-called for anger.

And he knew that.

But he foolishly allowed it to control his next actions anyway.

Cause as he watched, the suspect took his mouth and brought it to Y/N’s ear and whispered into it before briefly scraping those stupid white teeth over the lobe, then tilted his head so that he could take a deep breath at her neck.

Inhaling a small bit of the essence of Y/N.

And as Dean felt the red overwhelm his senses, the only thing that kept reverberating through his skull was one thing:

Every bit of everything that was Y/N was Dean’s.

And this dick just made a mistake in thinking he could lay claim to any part of it.

This time the scraping of Dean’s chair was overshadowed by the bang it made as it tilted backward and hit the floor.

And Sam wasn’t quick enough to stop Dean from marching up to the bar, seemingly oblivious to Y/N gently pushing the perp away, before grabbing onto the back of White Teeths stupid suit jacket, forcefully pulling him back with one arm until his body stumbled away from Y/N and into the empty bar stool behind him.

“Hey! What the fuck?” White Teeth shouted.

“Please. Have a seat.” Dean growled, his eyes boring into the asshole, making the man instinctively flinch at the unwavering stare.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I’m the guy that’s gonna make those veneers into chewing gum.”

“Dean!” Y/N admonished, “What the hell are you doing?”

White Teeth shot Y/N a surprised glance before bringing his eyes back to the imminent threat, “You know this guy, Katie?”

Y/N’s teeth were clenched as she glared at Dean, “Yes. He’s my-.”

“Boyfriend.” Dean growled.

“Ex-boyfriend.” Y/N ground out.

Dean felt his heart plummet into his stomach and he quickly broke off the staring contest with White Teeth as he set devastated eyes on Y/N, “Wh-what?”

Y/N took in a deep breath and gritted her teeth, pointedly avoiding Dean’s stare, “I’m sorry, Patrick. Dean has had a hard time letting go. Seems he can‘t take the word no for an answer.”

Dean blinked slowly at her, “Y/N, I think you’re-.”

Y/N’s eyes turned cold, “No, Dean. That’s the point. You didn’t think.” She coolly dismissed him with her gaze and turned her attention to somebody behind Dean, “Sam, do you mind taking your brother outta here? Somewhere he can cool off and get back into the right frame of mind.”

Sam’s worried eyes were darting between the three people in front of him and he gently pulled on his older brother’s arm. Dean’s eyes were still set on Y/N’s face, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he blinked at her, hurt bleeding out as she continued to avoid his stare.

“Come on, Dean.” Sam said firmly, “We got other places to be.”

Too stunned to stop his brother from being pulled out of the hotel lobby, Dean’s legs moved numbly towards the door as he heard Y/N apologize to ‘Patrick.’

“I’m so sorry about that. Now, you were saying about the beautiful property you own outside of town….

Dean didn’t hear his response as the glass doors shut behind him and his brother.

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Sam dragged Dean over to the Impala waiting in an alley around the corner from the hotel, “Dude! What the hell??! You could have cost us this case!”

Dean stayed silent as he mechanically entered the driver’s side of the car.

“Dean! What is your problem? You’ve never stopped Y/N from working a potential suspect before. Like ever.”

Dean finally turned his gaze back to his brother, “Yeah, well she wasn’t mine before!” Dean slammed the door shut forcefully, “And apparently, she’s not mine now.”

Sam shot him a frustrated look from his perch outside of the car as he leaned on the passenger side window, “She didn’t mean it, Dean. She’s just trying to get the possible location of their nest in hopes that some of those girls are still alive!”

With firm lips, Dean tapped on the steering wheel, “Go back inside and keep an eye on her. I’m gonna go back to the motel room. Call me if you need me.”

“But Dean-.”

“NOW SAM.”

With a frustrated sigh, Sam lifted his hands up in exasperation, “Fine. Whatever. I’ll call you.”

It was two hours later, and he was sitting at the table in their motel room, four glasses of whiskey in, when Y/N returned from the bar, or wherever the hell she had been.

Dean had wallowed in his anger tinged despair and had probably picked up his cell phone over a hundred times, his finger hovering over her name, typing and then deleting various forms of texts consisting of accusations, apologies and begging.

Frankly, he was disgusted with himself and his inability to take control of the situation and straighten it out properly. In his heart of hearts, he knew Y/N didn’t mean it when she called him her ex-boyfriend and he was being a total douchebag about the whole thing, but nothing could erase that feeling of anguish that had hit his senses when she had said it and had so causally dismissed him.

In their brief time together, Dean had already ingrained her so deeply into his soul that he felt like she had ripped something out of him.

It had hurt.

Dean didn’t do hurt well. When he hurt, he shut down. And when he shut down, well, Dicky Dean came out to play.

And he had a hell of a time stopping him.

Dean barely looked up from the laptop in front of him as Y/N slammed the motel door behind her. Her wedge sandals taking long strides to him as she threw her purse onto the chair nearest the door.

“What the fuck, Dean?! What was that all about?”

Dean took a casual sip of his whiskey as he lifted one shoulder into a feigned, nonchalant shrug, “Guess it doesn’t matter now does it?”

Y/N ripped her jacket off and threw it at his head, “Are you on crack? ‘Cause you’re seriously acting like a crazy person!”

He coolly reached up and plucked the denim jacket off his head and placed it on the chair beside him with nary a flinch, “Not acting like anything.”

Y/N glared at him as she placed her fists on her hips, “I’ve been trying to get the location of their playpen for days and I was so fucking close! And you just swoop in and try to save a day that didn’t need saving.”

Dean’s upper lip twitched before promptly falling back into his cold unaffected look, “You’re right. You had it handled. Don’t worry about me getting involved anymore. Won’t happen again,” He stood up before he made his way past her and into the kitchenette and poured himself a refill. He raised the glass in Y/N’s direction and pointed at her, “Once this case is over, we’ll just go our separate ways and that’ll be that.”

For the briefest of seconds, Y/N’s eyes clouded over in panic and Dean’s stomach did that twisty thing that only she could get out of him and he felt his guard lower slightly and he could almost feel the misery leaking out of his eyes.

But instead of getting an apologetic Y/N, he got an even angrier one.

Shit.

“You stupid ASS! Did you really think I was breaking up with you?” She reached up and pulled at her hair letting out a frustrated growl, “God, I didn’t think jealousy would make you this dumb!”

Dean slammed the glass down onto the counter, “This isn’t about jealousy, Y/N…okay maybe it was at first. That douche couldn’t keep his paws off you but then it became more than that when you treated me like garbage!”

Throwing her hands out to her sides, Y/N gave him a look of exasperation, “What did you expect? A fucking parade when you turned into a caveman and threw our lead to the side like a sack of potatoes? There’s lives at stake here, Dean.”

He came around the counter and into her personal space, “Don’t you think I know that?! I know that, Y/N,” Dean’s hands hovered in the air by her face before running them through his hair instead, “But at that moment I didn’t care! He….he was touching what’s mine.”

Her light brown eyes narrowed, and she glared up at him, her finger poking into his chest as her voice lowered to that dangerous level, “I’m not a possession, Dean! You don’t own me!”

“Yeah, well you own every fucking part of me!” He yelled into her face as she blinked up at him dubiously, shuddering at his words, before he brought shaking hands to her face and cradled them in between his palms, whispering, “Every piece of me. And I happily give it over to you every second.” He lay his forehead against hers, “God, the thought of losing you…..”

Y/N sighed shakily against his lips, “Dean, it was a fake fight. I didn’t mean it. I would never mean that. I love you. When are you gonna start believing that?”

He swallowed deeply at her words, briefly closing his eyes, “I do. I do believe that. It’s just……I’ve had so much bad in my life that the thought of losing the good…..it breaks something in me. And then it gets me angry as hell that I can’t control myself.” He raised his forehead from hers, “I’m…I’m sorry.” He whispered as he looked into her eyes.

Y/N sighed deeply as she looked away from his penetrating stare, “Jesus, Winchester. I swear I have never been a sucker for a pretty face before, but you……” Her eyes flicked back to his and she pursed her lips, “Being my boyfriend does not mean you get to control me, Dean. It only means that you love me and stand by my side. Not in front of me. I don’t need protection. I can take care of myself.”

“I know that. I do. I just….” Dean sighed and bit his bottom lip, “I love you…so much….and sometimes……I don’t feel like I deserve you and….it makes me a little crazy.”

Tilting her head, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the pulse point at his neck, making him shudder at the touch of her soft lips. She slid her hands up into his hair and pulled firmly at the strands, holding him to her, “You are everything I need. Just you. Nothing more. Nothing less.” She bit at the skin in front of her, causing him to let out a low moan before sliding her mouth to his ear, “Now, let me show you.”

Dean stood still as Y/N’s fingers slid to the front of his jeans and palmed his semi-hard cock. (It was always at attention in her presence. It was a wonder they ever got anything done.) She leaned her head back and stared into his eyes before moving towards his lips, her eyes never closing as her mouth met his, penetrating his gaze, making sure they conveyed what words couldn’t.

“Y/N….” He whispered against her lips.

Letting out a trembling breath, Y/N opened her mouth under his and ran her tongue slowly against his bottom lip before gently biting down and tugging it with her teeth. She ran her hands under his gray t-shirt and scraped her fingernails over his nipples before pinching them both between her fingertips,

With a growl, Dean abruptly picked Y/N up under her ass and wrapped her legs around his hips, before bringing her to the closest wall and leaning her up against it. He swallowed down her cry with his mouth and roughly kissed her, his tongue rolling against hers in earnest. His mouth left hers and slid its way down to her throat murmuring nonsense against her skin as she roughly ran her hands through his hair and threw her head against the wall. Her hips undulated against his jeans and he could feel her searching for just the right angle as her breaths started to leave her mouth in deep gasps.

His hands shook as the adrenaline brought on by the thoughts of losing her because of his stupidity suddenly left him and was replaced by a need so deep he let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob.

He would be embarrassed, angry at himself even, if anything else mattered but her.

Gently, Y/N brought her hands to his face and raised his gaze to hers. Her eyes searched his for the briefest of seconds, before she leaned forward and brought her lips to his temple, pressing a chaste kiss there before tightly wrapping her limbs around his body.

Dean closed his eyes at the feel of her form against his, his heart pounding wildly in his chest reverberating against the steady thump of hers.

They stood there for the briefest of minutes before Y/N slowly released her limbs from around his body and slid to the floor. Gently, she pushed him back with a smile and made her way around him to the bed, her dress fluttering behind her, before she sat down on the edge of the mattress.

Dean’s eyes took in her soft, tanned skin and dark straight hair, watching with bated breath as she slowly lifted the skirt of her dress up her thighs. Her eyes intensely stared at him as he started breathing heavily across from her, his hands twitching with the effort of not touching her. The outline of his cock practically pulsed in time with her movements and Y/N hummed and bit her lip at the sight.

When the dress reached the juncture of her thighs, she stopped moving it up and opened her legs wide. The gray cotton thong she had on underneath was already soaked through, the wet spot dark against the lighter color.

“Fuck.” Dean groaned out and reached down and briefly palmed himself, deliberately holding himself back from approaching her on the bed. Waiting with anticipation to see what she would do next.

With a slow smile, Y/N leisurely ran a hand over a cloth covered breast, squeezing a nipple before sliding it the rest of the way down to the wet spot between her legs. She brought two fingers to the top of her heat and rubbed slowly watching Dean’s slightly open mouth let out a woosh of air when she pushed the underwear to the side revealing her glistening pussy briefly before covering it again with the wet material.

Something animalistic in him reared up and Dean immediately started to make his way over to her.

“Stop.” She said in a low commanding voice. She pointed to a chair directly across from her with her free hand, “Sit.”

Unwilling to refuse her anything, Dean sat down on the plastic motel chair and leaned back in the seat. He raised an eyebrow at her and made a gesture with his hands as if asking her ‘What now?’

“Now, you stay until I tell you different. Got it? Do. Not. Move.”

Letting out a low growl at her commanding tone, Dean felt his cock twitch eagerly in response, “Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”

Satisfied with his answer, Y/N leaned back on one elbow as she stared into his intense gaze and slid her fingers into the top of her thong, finding her hardened clit and letting out a low mewl as she rubbed against it.

Dean bit his bottom lip, holding in the groan he wanted to let out and reached down to squeeze his cock through his jeans, “That feel good baby? You like playing with your clit while I watch?”

At his words, Y/N started to rub harder, “Feels so fucking good.”

“Take off your panties. Lemme see.”

Y/N gave him a slow sinful smile as a knuckle popped the material up before it slid down to her entrance, “I don’t know, Dean. You were very naughty today.” She let out a trembling breath as she buried her middle finger inside of herself, “Perhaps I should just make you watch as I make myself come. Make you go to bed with a hardon.”

Dean couldn’t stop the low moan that slipped past his lips as he watched his girlfriend masturbate in front of him for the first time. The thought of being punished for his bad behavior making his stomach twist in knots of anticipation, instead of sorrow.

He was such a sick puppy.

And she indulged him in all the ways he needed.

“But then I’d be punishing myself too,” She said as her finger started to move faster, “I’d be depriving myself of that fat cock of yours. Don’t know if I’d be able to go to sleep without having it in me.”

At her words, Dean’s hand squeezed harder between his legs and rolled his head back at the delicious feeling.

“Maybe seeing it would be enough,” Y/N gasped out, “Take it out for me.”

Not having to be told twice, Dean quickly undid his belt, button and zipper and dragged his jeans and underwear down mid-thigh, letting his throbbing dick out into the air, pre-come already glistening at the top.

Y/N hummed at the sight, “Mmmmm, rub that in for me. Right there at the tip. Yes, that’s it.” She hissed when he complied with a low grunt as his hips canted into the air involuntarily.

Dean’s eyes met hers with a plea as he slowly kept rubbing at his tip, “Please, Baby. Take them off. Let me see. Wanna see that beautiful wet pussy.”

Y/N bit the inside of one cheek as if contemplating his request, “Well, it is getting a little hard to touch myself with only one finger. Gonna need more room ‘cause I need at least three to even make me remotely satisfied.” With that, she stood up in her wedges, her calf muscles standing out in stark relief as she turned away from him. She reached under her dress and grabbed at the edges of her thong with her two thumbs before deliberately bending over as she slid them down her legs, the back of her dress short enough that he caught a glimpse of her shaven pussy glistening at him.

“Fuck, Baby,” Dean gasped out as he squeezed at the base of his dick, “You’re really trying to kill me here.”

She sent him a smile over her shoulder before quickly removing her sandals and sitting in the middle of the bed against the headboard. Her dress was hitched up once again, with her knees bent and her legs opened wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her core. She quickly ran two fingers up and down her slit, before shoving them inside herself roughly, her head automatically falling back against the cheap wood of the headboard at the sensation, “Fuck. So good.”

Dean’s hand started to move in time with her thrusts, caressing himself with long strokes from root to tip, twisting at the top. He started to pick up speed as he watched her fingers curl just so, hitting the spot that always made her scream the loudest.

“Rub your clit for me, Baby,” He grunted out, “Do it the way I do. The way that makes your thighs shake.”

Letting out a low moan, Y/N complied, bringing her other hand down and rubbing her engorged clit roughly, her breath coming out in loud hitching gasps.

He could tell she was almost there, red highlighting her cheekbones, a small patch of sweat gleaming from in between the exposed top of her breasts.

Groaning, he reached down with his other hand and lightly pulled at his balls as he continued to stroke his cock, “You’re so close. I can almost taste it. But you know what you need. Give yourself that third finger, Sweetheart. Push it deep.”

A loud whine slipped out of her lips as she complied with his instructions. One, two, three strokes and her eyes started to cross, her thighs began to shake, “Gonna…oh my God….gonna come! Dean!” She yelled out as the wet sounds her core intensified and she came with a loud shout of completion.

Dean’s hand had a mind of its own as his strokes sped up in earnest and all the blood in his body seemed to rush down to his cock, releasing his orgasm with a snap and he came with a curse, his hips canting up into his strokes, ropes of it shooting into the air and running down his hand.

“Fuuuuuuck.” He said gasping, “That was…..just….”

“So. Fucking. Good.” Y/N said with a grin as she brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked on the juices still glistening there.

Dean’s cock twitched in interest at the sight.

“Really?” Y/N said on a breathless laugh, “Even after all that?”

Dean shrugged, an unrepentant grin on his face, “With you? Always.”

Y/N’s smile softened, “Come here. Need to feel you.”

Dean quickly undressed and slid his naked body next to hers on the bed as he helped her out of her dress and strapless bra. His mouth nuzzled at her neck, before laying back bringing her to lay across his chest.

He let out a contented sigh before grinning to himself, “I got a couple of candy bars on the way back to the motel, if you’re in the mood for chocolate.”

Y/N lifted her head and looked at him, “First of all, there is never a time that I’m not in the mood for chocolate. Second, I thought you thought we were broken up?”

Dean glanced away briefly before looking down at her, “Guess I thought I could bribe you with chocolate if worse came to worse.”

“Smart man.”

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castiel-savvy18 · 6 years ago

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Right? Chapter Three

A/N: Is it going too fast? Should I slow it down a bit? Please be honest and I’d actually appreciate if someone actually said something. Thanks! Enjoy!

Warning: fluff, kissing, once again; horrible writing skills.

Word Count: 1.9K

Chapter Two

Masterlist

Ethan: Grayson, come home. Please. We need to talk. Please, Gray.

Grayson: There’s nothing to talk about. I’m just out for a drive.

Ethan: Grayson, you NEVER go for drives. Come home now.

Grayson: Make me.

Ethan: You’re such a butt. If you don’t come home I’ll.... ummm... I’ll break your blue electric guitar.

Grayson: Don’t you fucking dare.

Ethan: Then come home. Read.

20 minutes later

I’m sitting down on the couch contemplating of what and how I’m going to say I love Grayson back when he walks into the room with his head down. “I’m home...” he says with so much shyness in his voice. I stand up and grab his hand, leading him to my bedroom. “I love you too,” I say letting out a deep breathe. “You’re just saying that so I feel less embarrassed,” he says giving me a glare. I walk closer to him and put my hands on his waist, rubbing my thumbs into his hip bones, pulling him closer to the point his chest makes contact with mine. “W-wh-What are you doing,” Grayson stuttered, shocked at how intimately close we are. “I do love you. More than I should. I have for 12 years now. I finally realized last week. So no, I’m not just saying this to make you feel better. I do love you more than I should Gray,” I say to him sentimentally and rubbing his cheeks, pulling him even closer to my face. I make the biggest bold move I have ever made in my entire life and lean in to kiss him softly on the lips. I pull my face back, my eyes still fluttered closed; enjoying the intimate moment we just had. “Did you just kiss me?” Grayson asks shocked. “Yeah... is that okay??” I open my eyes looking at him with fear of rejection in my eyes, worried I just fucked up and went too fast. But the thing is, Grayson pulls me back in, crashing his plump lips onto mine, cocking his head to the right to deepen the kiss; trying to avoid our noses getting in the way. He gently shoves my mouth open with his tongue, but pulling it back out; just to tease me. I groan into the kiss, showing him that I wanted that. Grayson pulls back, his eyes still glued shut, breathing heavily. “What are we, E?” “Well, what do you want to be Grayson? I’ll do anything you want,” I say putting my hands on his chest, looking down at his peck muscles showing through his tight white shirt. “I want to be more than brothers.... even though it’s wrong, I still want to be more. I’m sure many fans would accept us, considering a lot ship us,” he replies chuckling. “I want that too, but what about our parents Gray? Grandma? Cameron? They watch our videos... what would THEY think?” I ask frowning. “If they don’t accept it, then who cares. Love is love, Ethan. They can screw off if they don’t support,” he says kissing my cheek. “Okay... I’m trusting you, Gray.” “When we gonna do the dirty truth and dare video? It’s Friday. We do it tomorrow?” Gray asks me. “Do you wanna start filming now?? Maybe we can drop hints. And then Next Tuesday we can post a video of us coming out??” “Yeah, E, that sounds great,” He says smiling, grabbing my hand and leading us to the filming room.

“What’s up, guys! Today we are filming a dirty truth and dare! Don’t target me, it was Ethan’s idea. He’s the one with the dirty mind!” Grayson says waving and then pointing at me. “Yeah, true dat, daddy,” I say smirking. I see him looking down clenching his jaw blushing. Hehe. Got him now. Maybe that would be a good hint to them. “Graysonnnnn, you’re blushing!!! You like being called daddy?!” I say laughing and whispering in his ear daddy. He looks over at me with a glare and says stop with gritted teeth.

“Alright, Grayson, you ready to get this started!” I said clapping my hands and casually put my hand on his upper thigh. Another hint to the fans. Grayson looks down at my hand but looks back up smiling, “Yeah, let’s do it. Do you wanna ask first?” “Damn right!” I say excitingly. I’m really looking forward to doing some of the dares I came up with. I grab the white piece of paper out of my black skinny jeans with all the truths and dares written. “Okay, Truth? Or Dare?” I ask him with a smirk. Please be dare. Please be dare. “Truth.” Damnit. “Ugh. Okay. Uhhhh, just saying you NEED to answer or you’ll gain a strike, which will make you a loser if you get the most strikes in the end and you’ll have to do something embarrassing.... in public...” I say smirking, just coming up with the rules. “Omg. Okay... bring it on...” “Okay, how many times a day do you masturbate?” I ask smirking. Grayson isn’t the type to put stuff out there so personal, but today he’s gonna have to. “Uh. I don’t do it every day. But... um..” he coughs uncomfortably. “Maybe... like um... 6-10 times a week???” He replies blushing. “Ha. Okay,” I say raising my signature eyebrow. “Truth? Or Dare?” Grayson asks me. “Dare.” “I dare you to uh, strip down naked and start dancing....” he says laughing. “You’ll blur it out, right?” I ask nervously. I mean yeah, he’s seen me many times, but since now we are more, it’s a bit more... intimate... “Of course, Ethan. We would get flagged and banned if we didn’t,” he says chuckling. “Okay. Any specific dance moves??” I ask. “Maybe like, a lot of hip movements...” I get up and start taking off my shirt, my palms starting to sweat. This... this is going to be weird... Next, I pull down my black skinny jeans, then my black compression boxers. I look over to see Grayson still staring at the camera smiling. Why the fuck isn’t he looking at me. “Okay, um. I’m undressed... are you gonna play any music or am I literally just going to dance to nothing?” I ask chuckling nervously. “Oh right, hold on, let me pull up a song.” I start hearing Deepthroat by CupcakKe playing. “Wow, Gray. Classic.”

Grayson starts laughing his ass off looking at me pump my hips and putting my hands behind my head. I make movements with my hands pretending to suck a dick. To make him laugh even more I jokingly swing my hips from side to side, making him stop laughing... He’s clenching his jaw and blushing but forcing a laugh so the fans don’t notice. Once the beat ends I pull back on my boxers and jeans but leave my shirt off. I look over and he’s still smiling awkwardly, shifting his weight side to side. I look down to see his light washed skinny jeans slightly tightening. This fucker got a boner watching me. I start laughing at him which makes him blush even more slapping my shoulder. “Stop! It’s not funny,” he yells at me. I’m keeping this in the video. The fans will definitely notice. “Can we just move on now?” Grayson asks through gritted teeth. “Truth? Or Dare?” I ask still smirking. “Dare.” “I dare you to start groping yourself, all over your body. At least from your face to your ‘downtown’” I say chuckling, putting downtown in quotation marks. “Ughhh,” he grunts but puts his hand on his face moving them down more and moves to his chest, pinching his nipples, fake moaning, but is it really fake? He then slides his hands down to his crotch and gropes it as a typical white rapper would. Classic. When he does that, he looks straight at me giving me a smirk. “Okay, wow,” I say with a little bit of shock and lust in my voice. Neither of us have points yet. We get through most of all the truth and dares and Grayson got one point from not agreeing to kiss me. “Well, looks like Grayson is the loser!! Damn Gray, you should’ve just kissed me. Now you’re gonna embarrass yourself in public,” I say smirking. “What do I have to do?” “You have to go streaking,” I say laughing. “Ethan! That’s illegal!” He yells. “Then run fast, big boy,” I say smirking.

I made him get off at one part of the sidewalk and then I drove the car down a little way so he could run there and get in there. I meet back up with him and take his clothes while he undresses, still filming. Grayson grunts and gives me a look of “your getting payback”, he looks ahead holding his junk trying to cover it up. He gets looks of disgust from many older people and a couple whistles from older men who are clearly perverts. Grayson starts sprinting down, me following behind a bit and stopping to steady the camera so people can actually see. I see him get into the car, I jog down laughing my ass off looking at him panting for breath, his face beet red. “I hate you, Ethan,” he says wheezing for air. I hand him back his clothes along with his inhaler so he doesn’t pass out. “Nah, you love me,” I say smirking. “Yeah, I do,” he says, then pecking me on the cheek. He gives me a look of saying to me to act disgusted but I don’t listen, this is a good hint to the fans. He groans and looks away, pissed at the fact I didn’t do what he wanted me to do. “Can we go home?” He asks grumpily. We start driving, not filming anymore. I notice that he hadn’t put his clothes on, still covering himself up. “You know you can put your clothes on...” I say laughing. “Oh, right.”

We get home and film the outro, “PEACE!” “Can you edit out that kiss on the cheek I gave you in the car?” He asks. “No, it’s a good hint to the fans.” “E, it’s too much of a hint. Please?” “Fine...”

Tuesday:

“Hey, guys!! The video is gonna be up in 20 minutes!!!” They both say on each other’s snaps.

“Wow, Gray, look at these comments. I think some fans are suspicious now. Which is good!” I say happily.

Are you guys like a thing???

You guys seem extra close today.

Wow, Grayson is blushing too much.

I bet Grayson was blushing because Ethan’s dick is big.

I can slightly see a bulge in Grayson's pants!! He’s totally got a boner!

Omg, your right!!!

Grethan is soooo real!!! 😁😃

I ship is hardcore. I really hope Grethan is canon!

Both Grayson and Ethan scan the comments. “Wow, this is great. Can’t wait to tell them next week. We already got lots of them being super happy we are ‘extra close’” Grayson says smirking.

“Yeah, Next Tuesday is going to be interesting... let’s just hope mom, dad, Cam, and grandma support...”

“I’m sure they will, E. I hope they do.”

With that, they both post on their twitter that the next video is going to be a serious one.

@ethandolan: Hey guys, next video is gonna be pretty serious. I hope you all support Gray and me....

“Next Tuesday...” I say sighing. “Next Tuesday,” Gray replies kissing my cheek.

#grethan #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins fanfiction

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cybrfang · 6 years ago

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Bar Herping And Derping

Chapter 1 – the correct place to start. So you were at the bar, listening to Summertime Sadness in October, like what the fuck it’s not even summer? Anyways, Ron Swanson leaned into you and asked, “Want another dry martini?” and you looked at him in disgust. “Yes,” you roared. In a jiffy, he made the dry martini and pushed it across the countertop in a jiffy. You sat there, bobbing your head to the dulcet tones of Lana Del Rey’s summertime sadness. Then, all of a suddenly, Anakin Skywalker came up to you. “Hey, would you mind scooting over so that me and my girlfriend can sit at the bar together? She’s is bregant. I would appreciate it,” he asked. You rolled your eyes. “Stop fucking hitting on me, you sick pervert. I knew you donnot have a gf.” You turned around and walked away, muttering under your breath, “God, I wish I wasn’t so hot. This happens all the time.” The music started pumping through my veins. Even though it wasn’t summer I loved this song. I started sing along with the lyrics. I didn’t even realize the spotlight was on me until I finished and everyone was staring at me. I thought they were all going to laugh, but I was surprised when they all started applauding. “Oh my gawd stowp it!!!” she whimpered, turning red and hiding behind her hands. (Y/N) was wearing purple trip pants, silver metallic doc martins, elbow fishnets, and a black cami with um with uh oh PEIRCE THE VIEL on it. I found the palest shade of foundation at claires. Purple glittery eyeshadow, I did my eyebrows so dark and pointy that like it would hurt if you pointed at them lol. My lips were lined with dark azz red, aand inside was like a black that matched my soul/, everyone loved it. I did my hair hair long neon yellow for the night and it reached my butt. My eyes were wearing their own contacts. They looked like a sharingan. Cool right?! I had the best figure. Kinda like Rush Limbauge. Cuz I’m out here lookin like a ten (That was a little thing for all my Brendiun stanz lollll ;3) (A/N) You look so god oh my gawd I wish I looked like that.

I sat down at the back. That’s when he walked in. “Oh my good I love this song.” I continued dancing. I felt a hand on my waist. “Oh… forward are we?” I didn’t yell at this person because I had a headache and they felt so right. All the suddenly I turned around and it was fucking Daniel RAD\cliff . But I played it cool because I was cool. When all the sudden he leaned and kissed me. “Want to go to the bar and get a drink?” She asked, with his lips against hers. “Okay.” He yelled. We walked to the bar and got two whiskies from Ron Burgandy. He gave me a thumbs up as he saw who I was walking with, because he’s secretly gay. I wrapped my hand around draco’s puurtectively. Because no barman was going to steal ma boyfriend, or I would slity ma wristys. Daniel laughed, “It’s okay, I won’t leave you. Because I love you.” “How?” she asked. “I’m ugly and nobody thinks I’m attractive. They all yell at me and think my singing Is bad.” Daniel shook his head. “It’s not bad because I own this bar… and I’ve been listening to you sing here every night. I’ve been waiting to get the courage to talk to you, because I’m actually really scared.” Daniel leaned in, I thought he was going to kiss me but actually he looked down at my boobs. “You know what I just noticed? You've got big old biddys like Grandma Tsunade.” He smiled and touched one. I blushed and smiled. “You’re such a pervert Daniel-san. Stop it lol.” Daniel leaned into the barman and asked for a drink. “What do you want?” Ron Weasley asked. “A whisky please.” Daniel winked. (Y/N) wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like alcohol, but for him she would let it go. They sat at a table together, Daniel with his whiskey and me with my orange juice. “So how many times do you come her?” He asked me. “Oh this is my first time really.” I replied. I hated bars and people. “Oh well do you know that I was Harry Potter? And this dude in this movie called a man in black, and also this guy with horns, as well as a dude who infiltrated Nazis, and this dude holding a gun?” I nodded, “Also you were in a play and showed your dick while you fucked a horse. I’m part horse, and all levels except physical I’m on crack. Haha just kidding.” Daniel laughed and pulled out a bag. “I actually am on crack.” (A/N) Me: O MG don’t you think guys on hardcore drugs are soooooo hawt! Daniel: I’m not actually on anything you know.. Me: owo shert up I know lol, but didn’t you drink a lot in filming and screw your fans? Daniel: Can we not talk about this please? Me: SHERT UP!!! XD

Daniel looked back at me after snorting his coke and I finished smoking pot because I really like it. “DO you want to fuck?” I asked… “Wait lemme call my friend real quick.” He dialed his friend. “Hey Jensen Ackles who voiced Madara Uchiha I’m about to make looove to Mercury Bob The Muppet. BYE HOE!” I tilted my head, apparently Jensen also loved me But I don’t love him. Daniel nodded and pulled me close to him and took off his shirt he didn’t care that we were in a bar. I liked that about him. I was nacked and on top of him, ignoring all the guys watching because having sex in public is so hawt. He put his thingy inside my thingy and we did it. “Daniel you just took my virginity I love you!” I was orgazaming. It felt amazing. Daniel started crying, “(Y/N)… my love… my sweet… baby. As I’m fucking your pretty pink pussy ((A/N) see I’m not afraid of that word!! X3)) and take your virginity I finally realized that… I love you.” She grabbed her boobies and moaned, “OH YES HARRY YES! FUCK I LOVE YOU TOO!” She whispered. “Will you marry me?!” Daniel had tears going down his face sexily as he cummed in me with his hard pulsing member. “Oh my fcking god my scar hurts.” I put on my clothes and cried. He also put on his clothes. Everyone was clapping. “Yes Daniel I do!” “SO is that how you met mommy Daddy?” “Yes son and daughter… that’s how we met.” THE END! //////OH MY GAWD DID YOU LIKE IT?!! Aghhh that lemon in the end kept making me blushing and it was so hot. I love Daniel Radcliffff he is soooo hot. MMM Okay bye guys!! I will not post until I get 5 good reviows.

Okay please don’t actually hurt me this is a crack!fic

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thatawesomenerdygirl · 7 years ago

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our little family || Dick Grayson

Not requested.

Warning(s): N/A

Tagging: @itsrebeca

At first, you never thought that you'd have a family of your own. A little family of your own, you honestly thought that you would die alone. Marrying Dick had blessed you with a little bundle of joy, she is such a cute, innocent little child. You love her as much as you love Dick. She is a little angel in both yours and Dick's heart, there is no one second where you didn't smile.

Little giggles echoed throughout your house, tiny yet rapid footsteps drawing nearer and nearer before finally, a small figure appears. You paused your cutting for a moment and take a look at your daughter, she has a smile that resembled Dick's, both of them have such lovely smile that always affects you.

"Mama!" The little girl chirped, a bluebird plushy caged tightly in her small yet strong arms. Her dark hair was a total mess, her pajama shirt was buttoned in wrong ways. She approached you after grabbing a stool, climbing up and watched you with focused (E/C) eyes.

"Hey, princess." You smiled down at her, bending down slightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you continued your cooking. "How was your nap?"

"I dreamt about you and papa." She stated proudly, getting down the stool to place her plushy on the dining table then back, her small hands reaching up to get her favorite bowl from you.

"Oh, really?"

"Mhm," she hummed, sitting herself down on the table. You hadn't realized how big she has become, she rarely needed yours or Dick's help with eating anymore because she preferred to do it on her own. "Papa kicked bad guys' asses that wanted to hurt you and me!"

You almost dropped the spoon from your hand, you glanced at her who was smiling innocently. Clearing your throat, you turned off the stove, making your way over with foods in your hands before taking a seat by her side.

"Honey? Who taught you that word?" You asked softly as you placed some strawberries in her bowl along with her favorite food on a different plate.

She scooped one spoonful of her favorite food, practically shoving it into her mouth messily which made her look like a starving chipmunk. "Uncle Jay says it a lot." She answered with her mouth half full.

Her answer caused you to sigh deeply, of course, Jason sometimes had no filter when he talks. You told Jason to be careful with his words when your daughter was nearby but he always forgot and you couldn't do anything about it.

You soon began to eat as you watched your daughter sloppily feeds herself, the way she eats was the total opposite of you and Dick, she probably picked it up from one of the boys. Another pair of footsteps pulled you out of your thoughts, Dick walked towards the both of you. His hair was sticking out in every direction, his exhausted blue eyes lit up at the sight of you.

"Hey babe." He greeted, placing a lazy kiss on your lips as he took a seat beside you.

"Ew!" Your daughter squeaked, she was in the middle of shoving another strawberry into her mouth. Her brows furrowed as she made a disgusted face, slowly pushing the entire strawberry that was as big as her fist into her mouth.

Dick chuckled while you smiled, your husband moved to sit by your daughter's side. She was struggling on chewing the huge strawberry in her mouth, you could see her little teeth trying to crush the strawberry.

"You can't eat all of that!" Dick playfully scolded, he managed to get his fingers on the strawberry. Attempting to get it out of your daughter's mouth which was hard because she kept on giggling and turning her head away. "Spit it out."

She muffled out a no, still trying on chewing the fruit in her mouth as she slapped Dick's hand away. After a couple of minutes, she finally finished the strawberry, giving you and Dick a toothy grin that showed her reddened teeth.

"I finished it!"

"Drink your water." Dick handed her sippy cup which she gladly took and loudly sipped her drink. He sighed but smiled anyways before standing up, he stretched his sore muscles, rubbing the rest of the tiredness off his eyes. "What time is it?"

You glanced at the clock, "almost nine, why?"

"Oops, I almost forgot I have a patrol with Bruce tonight!" Dick gave you another kiss before getting ready for his patrol, you heard him took a quick shower while you do the dishes with your daughter's help.

Dick still went on patrol, getting the bad guys behind bars even though Bruce suggested him to spend more time with you and your daughter instead of putting his life in danger. He agreed at first but then a thought of his daughter living in a place full of dangerous people made him went on patrol more often, he had talked it out with you. You agreed with a few exceptions with one of the main ones being not getting hurt too badly.

"Mama, Papa's going to kick some asses!" Your daughter dragged you out of the kitchen towards your small living room where Dick was putting on his domino mask.

"Who taught you that word, sweetie?" Dick asked, kneeling in front of the little girl with a serious look on his face.

She raised her eyebrow, now confused why did her parents ask her that. Twice. Yet she still responded with the exact same answer nonetheless. "Uncle Jay says it a lot."

Just like you had expected, Dick sighed, he would definitely have a talk with Jason tonight. He pampered the little girl's face with small kisses as she squealed out a laugh, doing the exact same thing to her father's face before Dick stood up, giving you a hug and another short kiss for the night.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too."

He then let go of you, placing his gloved hand on your daughter's head, ruffling her dark hair causing her to pout and reached her hands up to fix her hair. "I'll see you two later."

"Papa be careful!"

Dick gave her a thumbs up before jumped out of the window.

"Papa is soooo cool." She said dreamily, "I wanna have a boyfriend like Papa."

You only laughed in response. Dick wouldn't let that happen, not yet.

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