#How to Get Rid of Baby Hiccups

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Nakakagulat na mga remedyo upang mabilis na mapupuksa ang mga hiccups

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Platonic!Yandere!BatFamily x Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Romantic!Yandere!Roy Harper - AU

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A/N: I had this in the works and have been hesitant to post it. I hope I wrote Roy and Lian right! After Conner won the poll I know some people wanted Roy stuff. Also, I'm very inexperienced in writing Romance, despite my love for it. So comments are appreciated.

Warnings: Slight NSFW, mild yandere themes, Fem!Reader, Pregnancy

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It's not uncommon to find yourself tossing and turning at all the odd hours of the night as your pregnancy progresses. Be it from the hormone driven nightmares or the restlessness your feel from your approaching due date. The bed filled with all sorts of maternity pillows to help you rest. Roy had been a surprising addition to your bed as well. At first, it was because he had snuck into your room after moving into the manor right under Bruce's nose. Or, maybe he moved in without care of what Bruce thought.

Either way, more often then not, you feel asleep to him rubbing your back and helping ease your aches. So, you weren't going to complain. The fact that he was the father of this child in your womb also helped his case with you. But, not so much as the rest of the family.

Still, it was something else entirely this night that kept your awake.

“Hey, you’re moving around a lot. Everything alright?" Roy whispers over your shoulder, moving one of the obnoxiously sized pillows that Stephanie bought you out of the way as he pressed himself against your back. The hour was late or early, judging by how long the sun had been gone.

“Yeah, baby just has the hiccups. Go back to bed." You sigh tiredly, feeling the odd sensation happening inside of you.

“Oh, okay…" He murmurs into your ear before burying himself into your hair. After taking a deep breath of you and closing his eyes, they fly back open and his hand moves to your bump. “Wait, the baby has what? How? He’s not even out yet?

As Roy's warm and calloused hand moves across your skin he can feel the faint rhythmic movement underneath his palm.

“He just does. I can feel them in my damn pelvis. I can’t even hold my breath to get rid of them cause it him that has them." Comes your grumbled complaint, feel a particularly sharp kick from your ribs before the steady hiccups continue. Normally, you'd laugh at the sensation, but it was difficult to relax at the moment.

“That is so cool and so freaky… I wonder if Lian did the same thing?" Roy ponders out loud, distracting you from his exhaustion and making concern fill you.

“You weren’t there when Lian was in utero?" You shift to roll over and face him as you whisper. It takes a bit of huffing, but he wraps his arms around you like you belong as soon as your chest faces his.

“No, I didn’t even know about Lian until she was a year old. I missed… everything." More than a hint of longing in his voice as he spoke.

“I don’t know how much she weighed. If she had had health problems. I didn’t see her first steps, her first word. Hell, I hardly had to change any diapers because she was half way out of them before she was two." Roy had never really thought of kids before Lian. Too many issues, but, now that he had her, he was upset to have even missed a single moment of it. Already he found his thoughts drifting to slightly darker places as his grip tightens around you.

“I wouldn’t complain about that, 'cause Imma be making you change the first couple diapers when he gets here." You playfully whisper back to him, wanting to draw him way from such dark places after he's brought so much light to your life. Not just with your shared child, but with just his and Lian's presence.

“You know what, I won’t complain about that. I’ll do it." He grins into your hair, fingers dancing across your skin.

“I bet Lian will be better at it then you." Your own fingers poking him softly in retaliation for the goosebumps peppering your skin from the gentle caress.

“Hey! Low blow." Roy says without any heat in his voice. There is, however, heat in his eyes as his voice goes from good-natured to one that has nothing less than nefarious intentions. "You know, if you're having a hard time sleeping, I'm all for tiring you out."

"Oh, really?" The idea not exactly making you balk. Not with how he's fondling you like somethings worth worshiping.

"Really really." His lips grazing your skin as he moves them from the top of your head and trails them along your jaw. His hands roaming across your skin with the intention of feeling you and not just the life you both created.

"Roy, what about Lian? She's been having an awful amount of nightmares since moving into the manor." Pausing as the thought occurs to you. The poor child seemed to be sleeping between you both every other night. You didn't complain to much. You knew how empty the halls of the manor felt and for Lian it was probably startling.

Besides, you appreciated how sweet the girl was. How she already accepted you and talked excitedly about her future younger brother.

(And, how each word she spoke of the matter around your own family made them physically cringe with the weight of the guilt they carried.)

Your words do nothing to deter Roy, though. The kisses across your skin growing bolder and with more teeth as hands slide underneath the fabric of your lose pajamas.

"It'll be okay, just let me-"

"Daddy?" Comes a soft voice from the small figure in your door way.

"Damn it…" Neither one of you heard the door open, and you had to fight the urge to whine and say 'I told you so' as Roy's hand left you and he sat up.

"Can I sleep with you guys? I had another nightmare." The explanation causing you to smile softly. As stated, you couldn’t blame her.

"Sure, sweetpea. Come on." You call to her while Roy seems to pout a bit. Neither one of you had been intimate with the other since he had moved into the manor. Mostly due to interruptions such as this.

Still, you weren't upset. In fact, you fell asleep quite quickly as Lian settled between you both. The hiccups inside you having subsided as your lay back down and let exhaustion take over with a faint smile on your lips.

Silence reigns over your room for a few minute before Roy's voice rings out in a low, almost annoyed whisper.

"How much did you get out of them this time, baby girl?"

"$200, and everyone has to take me to the toy store tomorrow." Lian whispers back to him with a mischief filled grin. She hasn't had a single nightmare since moving into the manor. Not with all the cash she's been getting. She may be five, but she knew money got you candy and toys, and she was getting a lot of it just from sleeping between her parents.

"Everyone, huh?" Roy mutters, an idea filling his head. He knew what Jason and the other's were up to. Every time he was about to have his way with you, Lian needed him or would want to spend time with you. He wasn't too mad. Lian was spoiled nicely, but his balls were starting to turn blue.

However, luck might finally be on his side.

"Think you'll be okay without me and your new Momma tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I wanna get my new brother stuff with all the money Uncle Tim and Uncle Jason keep giving me and surprise Momma with it." She whispers excited up to her daddy while curling up close to her new Momma.

"That's a great idea, sweetheart. A great idea." And, it was.

No one would be in the manor to stop him from fucking you on the living room couch in front of one of the security cameras. Plus, he'd really like to have that footage saved anyway. He had all sorts of plans for tiring you out tomorrow while everyone was gone.

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A/N: 🫣 I tried! Someone sent me an ask about a blurb like this for Conner, and I wanted to finish this first.

A/N: Also, I am very much debating on writing an entirely different Pregnant!Reader AU with just strictly the Bat Boys. Yes, I know it’s not everyone’s thing, but I want to embrace the drama of it. I’d do a whole different poll any everything with it because I have more planned for that than I do right for Pregnant!Reader right now. Kinda winging it there! I should finish what I got now though.

[dissolved-g1rl]

oh, darling!

Logan sniffs you from your collarbone to the underside of your jaw. You try worming away, he keeps you pressed firmly down. “You smell good.” he croons warmly, you make a noise of protest. “Cut it out! You whine, and he laughs. “Seriously? What’d you do? New lotion?” He asks sighing in between big whiffs of your skin. You’re probably ovulating, he always gets like this just before your period. You got rid of the app on your phone, Logan is way more reliable. Once he gets all touchy like this you know you should make sure you’re stocked with Advil and tampons. “‘S not anything Logan! You’re so weird…” He grumbles at your quip, he is not weird.

Logan steals another whiff, sighing with pleasure. He already chubbing up, and he’s sure you can feel it. “Logan…” You grumble, “Oh c’mon, you were all over me yesterday, don’t say you’re sore.” He’s already grabbing your hips, thumbing over the elastic of your panties, fingers dipping just under the lace just to feel your skin. “That was different.” You’re being coy, he rolls his eyes when he sees that innocent look on your face. Logan looked especially good yesterday, working on his bike, sweaty and sun kissed, it would’ve been wrong to not jump his bones. “Uh-huh, well you’re still wet, want me to take care of that?” His hand dips lower into your panties, collecting your arousal on the pads of his fingers, spreading it around. “Okay….” You shiver, feeling him rubbing your clit, your hips roll up to meet his palm and he laughs.

Logan kisses like he’s going off to war, he puts pressure on your entrance at the same time he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip. You sigh into his mouth when his middle finger breaches your body, the slight burn of your muscle stretching over his knuckle, he makes you take him to the hilt. Logan takes in all your noises, working your open with his middle finger. Prodding your gummy insides, “Lo… ‘nother please.” You hide your embarrassment behind your hand, he swats it away, he likes seeing your face. “Need another baby? Wanna feel full?” He hums, Logan will give you what you need, he just likes giving you a hard time. You nod frantically, he scoffs “Greedy, I spoil you too fuckin’ much, turnin’ you into a god damned brat.” He gives you another anyways, working his fingers in tandem to stretch you out.

Logan keep your mouth occupied as he angles his fingers upward, you buck your hips up and smiles into the kiss. He rubs that spot with consistent pressure, licking up all your drool and swallowing up all your whines. Logan thinks you’re greedy, but really he’s the greedy one, he spoils you so he can soak you up like this. “Close sugar?” He asks tauntingly, pulling away, he uses his free hand to push down on your lower stomach, keeping your hips down but also to make you feel that much better. “Please don’t stop Lo, seriously!” You think you’re close to tears, you lull your head back and it thuds against the pillow, Logans mouth easily chases your neck, slobbering all over your skin. His hot tongue leaves a trail of saliva as the knot in your stomach tightens. You hiccup, toes curling and hips jolting. Logan works you through it, not stilling his fingers till he feels your foot against his hip, trying to push him away. He holds your sole in one hand, removing his fingers from your leaky cunt, smiling at the way his fingers glimmer in the low light.

He shakes your foot lightly, using his cum soaked hand to pull the band of his boxers down, letting his hard cock flop against his hairy abs, “My turn right bub?” He smiles at the cute sound of your whine, Christ you really are too spoiled.

dividers by @diviniyae

a/n: idk how to write smut in a way that doesn’t feel so clinical hahaha

[pomegranatelifethis]

The first excitement

The day you found out you were pregnant, Bruce first hugged you tightly, then, with deep seriousness, said, "I will provide the best environment for you and our baby." At that moment, you didn’t fully understand what that meant—until a few days later, when you started noticing that everything you loved and found cute was piling up in the house.

At first, you liked it. Knowing Damian’s fondness for kittens, one day, you casually said, "Little cats are really adorable." The next day, at least five different plush cat toys arrived at the house. Then, you mentioned that you liked the tiny penguin design on Tim’s coffee mug. Bruce heard this, and within a few days, the kitchen was filled with penguin-themed utensils.

But things spiraled out of control when Dick showed you a baby elephant video to cheer you up, and you exclaimed, "That’s insanely cute!" A week later, a corner of the Batcave was overflowing with elephant-themed baby toys. Even Jason walked in, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Even I think this is too much."

At some point, the house became suffocating. In the peak of your hormonal fluctuations, you stood in the middle of the living room, looking around. Plush toys everywhere, tiny blankets, cute animal figures on the walls… And suddenly, your eyes welled up.

"ENOUGH!" you exploded.

Everyone froze. Dick stood still, holding a tiny teddy bear. Damian, petting the new kitten Alfred had just brought him, looked at you. Tim slowly set down his coffee mug. Jason leaned back on the couch, watching the scene unfold with great amusement.

But the biggest reaction came from Bruce. "But… I was trying to create the best environment for our baby," he said, his eyes wide with confusion.

Between hiccups, you cried, "Yes, but our house looks like a toy store! I’m hormonal, I’m exhausted, and everything is overwhelming me!"

Silence. Then Dick bit his lower lip to keep from laughing, but Jason let out a loud, mocking chuckle. "I wish I had recorded this. The mighty Batman, completely lost in the middle of an emotional crisis."

Bruce quickly composed himself and gently pulled you into his arms. "Alright, alright… I went overboard. I’m sorry. What do you want me to do?"

Taking a deep breath, you mumbled, "Just… let’s scale it down, okay?"

That’s when the Batfamily sprang into action.

Tim immediately started making a list. "Alright, we can return the unnecessary stuff."

Dick grinned. "And we can donate some toys. The kids at the orphanage will love them."

Damian, with a serious expression, declared, "The cats stay. They’re non-negotiable."

Jason shrugged. "I’d personally burn half of this, but donation works too."

Bruce sighed and nodded. "Alright, everyone, get organized. We’re sorting this mess out."

In the end, the house became livable again. And you realized that, no matter how chaotic they were, the Batfamily always came together in moments of crisis. And maybe, just maybe, a little extra cuteness wasn’t so bad—at least, in moderation.

The Batfamily’s attempt to systematically resolve the “excessive cuteness” crisis had turned into complete chaos. Tim was sorting out items to be returned, checking his list, while Jason, clearly bored, was tossing some plush toys into the air.

"Let’s donate this one."

"This is unnecessary—trash."

"Can we keep this one? It’s so cute!"

Then, Damian turned to Bruce, holding a tiny plush bat. "I’m keeping this one. Because it makes sense. We are bats."

Jason sighed. "Yes, of course. Because logic is what truly matters here."

Bruce, however, still didn’t seem ready to part with anything. As Batman, he had stopped countless criminals, fought in Gotham’s darkness for years… but now, the real challenge was getting rid of plush toys without upsetting his loved ones.

Noticing Bruce’s hesitation, Dick stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you’re getting used to being in dad mode, you know? Don’t panic. We got this."

Bruce took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. But… let’s keep a few things. For our baby."

Sitting on the couch, watching the scene unfold, you felt your emotions fluctuating—thanks to your hormones—but at the same time, a warmth filled your chest. Sure, Bruce was going a little overboard, but that was because he just wanted you and your baby to be as happy as possible. And now, the entire family was involved.

Eventually, most unnecessary items were sorted out. Tim and Dick organized the donations, Jason planned to dispose of some in his own way, but Alfred stepped in to ensure everything was properly sent off. Meanwhile, Damian had somehow succeeded in increasing the household’s cat population—there were now three instead of one.

That night, after everyone had left, Bruce sat beside you, resting a hand on your stomach. "I guess I got a little too excited," he admitted.

You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder. "A little?"

The two of you chuckled softly, settling into a comfortable silence. Bruce’s protective, loving nature could sometimes be overwhelming, but with this chaotic, affectionate family by your side, you knew everything was going to be just fine.

Late into the night, just as you thought you’d finally found some peace, you lay down in bed and closed your eyes. However, just as sleep was about to take you, the bedroom door creaked open. At first, you assumed it was Bruce coming in to say something, but instead, Tim stepped inside.

"I just wanted to make sure… Do you really want to donate the penguin-patterned blanket? Or maybe, you know… we could keep it, just in case you like it?" he whispered.

You sighed, keeping your eyes closed. "Tim, I’m trying to sleep."

Tim nodded but didn’t move from the doorway. "Okay, but… are you really sure?"

Before you could answer, another voice echoed from the hallway. "If you're going to keep bothering her, at least do it quietly, Drake."

Damian stood in the doorway, arms crossed. "Disturbing a pregnant person only proves how useless you truly are."

Tim rolled his eyes. "I just care about her preferences, okay? This is a delicate process."

"How ridiculous." Damian sighed and walked away.

Just as Tim was about to leave, another troublemaker appeared at the door—Dick. With a wide grin, he slid into the room and immediately crouched beside the bed.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" he asked, his eyes shining with concern.

Bruce stirred, cracking one eye open. "What’s going on?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Nothing! Just checking in!" Dick quickly raised his hands in surrender. "We’re here to help!"

Before Bruce could give him a stern look, Jason’s voice drifted in from the hallway.

"If everyone’s taking turns barging in, I might as well join. What am I missing?"

You buried your face into your pillow and groaned. "Why is everyone suddenly in full-on parent mode?"

Bruce rubbed his eyes and shot the others a sharp glare. "Everyone. Back to your rooms. Now."

Dick glanced at Bruce’s serious expression, then shrugged with a small smile. "Alright, alright, we’re going. But remember, I’m always here for you." He walked out the door.

Tim clutched the blanket to his chest and quietly slipped away. Jason, clearly amused by the whole thing, chuckled. "That was fun to watch," he said before disappearing down the hall.

Finally, the door closed, and silence returned.

Bruce, still half-asleep, pulled you close. "I know they can be a lot, but… they really care about you."

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "I know. But if they keep this up until the baby is born, the real crisis will happen then."

Bruce let out a quiet chuckle, pulling you even closer. "I’ll keep them under control."

But both of you knew that keeping the whole family in check was harder than cleaning up Gotham’s crime.

In the following days, the Batfamily’s overly attentive behavior showed no signs of slowing down. At this point, you had to take a deep breath before entering any room because, without fail, someone would be there—thinking about you (and sometimes overthinking for you).

One morning, when you went downstairs for breakfast, you found Damian standing next to Alfred. As usual, Alfred was calmly preparing a nutritious meal for you, while Damian, brows furrowed, was scribbling something in a notebook.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

Without looking up, Damian replied, "I’m researching the ideal age range to begin the baby’s combat training."

You paused mid-bite and stared at him. "Combat… what?"

"If they start young, they could master basic fighting techniques by the age of ten. Of course, we’d have to modernize Father’s traditional training methods. Also—"

Shaking your head, you held up a hand. "No. No, Damian. Our baby will not be training for combat anytime soon. They’ll play with toys, listen to bedtime stories, and—oh, I don’t know—just be a normal child?"

Damian frowned. "But—"

"No."

Alfred smiled softly and patted Damian’s shoulder. "Perhaps we should revisit this discussion in a few years, young master."

Just as you thought you could finally relax, Tim walked into the kitchen, balancing a laptop in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

"Hey, you’re up. I made a chart to monitor your vitamin D levels. We need to increase your daily intake because during pregnancy, your bone health—"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Tim, please. Just one morning without a health chart while I eat?"

Tim hesitated, then nodded. "Sure. But I’m still going to ask you to check it later. The data is really interesting."

Before you could respond, Dick entered the kitchen carrying a bag.

"Surprise!" he announced, pulling out tiny, brightly colored baby onesies. "I saw these and had to get them for the baby!"

You picked one up—it was bright blue and had “Future Acrobat” written on it.

"Dick…" you said, exhaustion in your voice.

"Wait, I haven’t shown you the best one yet!" He excitedly pulled out a yellow onesie from the bottom of the bag. Across the front, in big bold letters, it read: "Mini Nightwing."

As Dick beamed at you, Jason walked in and observed the situation. He rolled his eyes.

"Great. The kid’s already being pushed into circus life before they’re even born."

Dick shot him a glare. "Hey! Flexibility is important!"

Jason turned to you, smirking. "This is all a bit much. But if you ever want to see the baby in a tiny leather jacket, I’ve got ideas."

Laughing, you shook your head. "Jason, I am not putting a leather jacket on the baby."

Jason shrugged. "Alright. But let me know if you change your mind."

Just as you thought the chaos had peaked, Bruce walked into the kitchen. Everyone immediately turned to him. He raised an eyebrow at the sheer number of people gathered.

"What’s going on?"

Without hesitation, you rushed to his side and tugged on his sleeve. "Please. Get me out of here."

Bruce studied you for a moment, then turned to the others with a sharp look. "Alright. Everyone, clear out."

The group erupted in protests, but as soon as Bruce’s Batman glare came into play, they reluctantly started to disperse.

With the kitchen finally quiet, you took a deep breath. Bruce crossed his arms, watching you.

"Are you really that exhausted?"

You shot him a tired but affectionate look. "Your family is… a lot."

Bruce let out a small chuckle and nodded. "I know."

Smiling, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. No matter how chaotic they were, one thing was clear—this family cared about you and the baby more than anything. And that meant you were part of the safest—and most insane—family in the world.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

sparkling juice

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, dubcon, drugging/tricking reader into drinking, established relationship, innocent/shy!reader (at least at first wink wink), kinda dark!rafe but really he just wants to bang reader reaaaaal bad

“this is so sweet, rafey.” you coo, your hand held firmly in his.

“anything for you baby.” rafe pulls you along the path, further out into the meadow until you get to a shaded area under a tall tree.

“here is perfect.” rafe says, setting the picnic basket down and draping the large blanket he brought with him.

“thank you.” you tell rafe, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before sitting down.

“i brought all your favorites.” rafe says, taking a spot next to you and opening up the picnic basket.

you let out a little squeak in excitement and seeing all your favorite foods before your brows scrunch together as you point at a bottle. “what's that?”

“that's um… sparkling juice. that's all, baby.” of course, rafe knows that's not all it is, but you don't need to know that yet.

rafe pulls out some food for you to snack on, not hungry himself, happy to watch you nibble on crackers and bite into juicy strawberries.

“wanna try some juice with me baby?”

“mhm, of course rafey.” you watch his large hands as he fills two plastic cups, handing one to you. “drink slow.”

you nod in response before taking a sip, pulling away and sputtering. “ew!”

“oh, baby.” rafe pouts. “do you not like it? im so sorry i thought you would.”

“let me… let me try to drink it again. i think im just not used to the carbonation.” you take another sip, able to control your reaction better. “it's not bad!” rafe can tell you're lying, but he lets out a fake sigh of relief and smiles at you.

“so glad, baby. we can keep drinking while we talk, yeah? tell me about your day.”

rafe knows the easiest way to get you distracted is to have you talk, and so as you describe your day, which leads into your plans for next week, which leads into how much you love rafe, you keep taking sips as rafe refills just your cup.

“i… my head feels kinda fuzzy.” you frown, setting the drink down, realizing your fingers are also slightly numb.

“uh oh.” rafe pouts, drawing his thumb over your cheek. “maybe it's the heat. why don't you lay down?”

“yeah.” you nod, laying back onto the blanket, surprised how plush it is from the soft long grass underneath it. “im-” you let out a sudden giggle. “im like really in love with you, rafey.”

“im really in love with you too, kiddo.” rafe adjusts himself to lay next to you, propped up on his side to keep an eye on your reaction as the alcohol you didn't know you were drinking slowly takes effect. “that's why i planned out this whole picnic for you. and brought you special juice.”

“was there-” you hiccup, words slurring slightly. “anything special in the special juice?”

“hm.” rafe sits up, picking up the now half empty bottle. his eyes widen in fake shock as he reads the label. “oh no baby! i must have grabbed the wrong bottle! i meant to get us sparkling juice but i got us sparkling wine!”

“im… im drunk?” you put together what rafes words mean, mind working slowly.

“im so sorry.” rafe moves to hover over you, cupping your cheek. “will you forgive me?”

“course.” you nod quickly. “was an accident.”

“you're so sweet baby.” rafe brings his lips down on top of yours, kissing you wildly, mouths and tongues a passionate mess.

“should we go get some water to help… get rid of this feeling?” you ask rafe as he shifts to kissing your jaw.

“that's so smart, baby, but i can't drive us home drunk, and you don't have your license.” 

you knew how to drive well enough, but in your 20 years of life, never felt the need to actually get your license. your parents drove you around as a kid until you started dating rafe a year ago, and then he drove you around everywhere.

“oh, right.” you nod, letting out a small gasp as rafes kisses move lower, exploring your neck. this is where you usually stop him, pull his head back up to kiss your lips and remind him you want to wait. not necessarily until marriage, but a bit longer, until the time is right.

“we should do something to pass the time, baby. until the alcohol is out of our system.”

“doesn't eating help?” you try to remember what you heard your friends talk about, since you're not a drinker yourself. “we could share the rest of the crackers.”

“i was thinking… we could finally make love.” rafe suggests, pulling back to look in your eyes, watching the way your brain is fighting against the alcohol in your system.

“well, you did take me on this nice picnic…”

“mhm.”

“and we have been dating for over a year now.”

“yes.”

“so… i suppose we could.” you shove down any doubting voices in your head, letting the looseness of your inhibitions guide your actions as you lean forward to kiss rafe again.

“thank you baby.” rafe repeats his words between kisses, his weight shifting to his elbow as his other hand holds your waist, before moving up until it's cupping your breast.

“oh!” you gasp, surprised by how good it feels. rafe smiles, tugging at your dress until the material is below your bra, pushing your breasts up.

“what if someone sees?!” you hiss out. it's not likely someone would come by, but rafe doesn't want to ruin his chance to finally have you.

“okay.” he pulls your dress back up, settling for touching you over the material as he distracts you with soft kisses once again. “ill just push your dress up. that way if anyone comes by you can easily cover yourself up.”

“mhm.” you nod, eyes sliding shut, head fuzzy from the alcohol and now from the pleasure building in your system.

rafe reaches down to pull his cock out of his pants, leaving himself mostly covered as well. he begins to slowly stroke himself, already halfway hard just from the excitement.

“oh!” rafe hadn't even realize your eyes had opened up until your outburst.

“it's okay, baby.” rafe says. he's well aware this is your first time seeing his cock as he waits for you to form a reaction.

“i… i want to feel.” you reach down, cautious hand, still numb at the fingertips as you stroke over rafes length, eyes widening when you realize how hard it truly feels..

“can you… can you not look?” you ask shyly, hand still slowly moving as you speak. “at me.”

“baby, you know i find you beautiful. all of you… but if that's what you want, okay.” 

“just… look away for a minute.” you wait for rafes gaze to turn to the meadow, watching the flowers sway in the breeze as he hears you shuffling around on the blanket to take your underwear off.

“okay.” you say.

rafe looks back to you, smile growing as he realizes you're laid back down once again, dress pushed up to your thighs, just enough to hide your privates.

“ill be nice and slow, okay? and you tell me if anything hurts.” rafe moves over you, waiting for you to nod before reaching down with one hand to grab his cock. he keeps your skirt as far down as he can while tucking his dick between your thighs. he moves until he bumps skin, letting out a breath when he realizes you are wet.

he rubs his cock through your folds, watching the way your face twists in pleasure, brows pulling together and mouth dropping open.

you let out a moan when rafe hits what he assumes is your clit. he focuses the head of his cock on it for a moment before sinking lower to your entrance.

rafe manages to keep his word, pushing in slowly. he may have been buttering you up for an entire year just to get in your pants, but now he wants more than just once, you're well and truly his, and he plans on exploring with you until you're transformed from innocent girlfriend into personal slut.

“oh! oh, rafe!” your hands move to grip his shoulders. “that… that feels really good!”

“doesn't hurt at all?” rafe can tell he's stretching you somewhat, but clearly by your rapid shaking of your head no, you're not feeling any pain.

“gonna f-make love to you now then.” he swings his hips back before pushing forward, and soon your moans are filling the meadow, being carried away by the wind as he thrusts into you.

“so, so good, rafey.” you cry out, back arching off the picnic blanket. rafe smiles. your first time, and you're already behaving like this. he's going to turn you into a whore sooner than he thought.

“fu-fudge!” you shout out, making rafe chuckle softly as you use your curse word substitute just like you prefer doing.

“you feel so good round me, baby.” rafe says, bending down to kiss your neck. “love the way you're squeezing me.”

“harder.” you whine out. rafes eyebrows raise, but he doesn't question your demand, pushing his hips faster, slamming into you more. your dress pushed up from all the motion to reveal rafes cock burying itself inside your pussy.

he lets out a moan as you grip onto the blanket, not caring about him being able to see you as you feel a high building inside of you.

“i think im close.” you say.

“cum for me baby. ill cum with you.” rafe says, bringing a hand down to your clit, your moans doubling as he rubs over it with his thumb.

your high hits you suddenly. it takes a perfect thrust from rafe a long with his thumb flicking over your clit and your wall breaks with a scream, hips rising off the checkered fabric as you cum, pussy clenching around rafe as he spills inside of you with a moan of his own.

you both collapse in a heap, faces flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.

rafe pulls out of you carefully before flopping onto his back.

“that was really good, rafey.” you cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest.

“thank you for trusting me enough to do that with me, baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“of course.” your eyes are on rafes cock, still halfway hard despite just cumming. you reach down, ghosting your fingers along his length before swirling your fingertip over the head then against his slit as rafes hips twitch from the overstimulation.

“do you think we can do that again? and then maybe when we get home? after you're good to drive, of course.” you look up at rafe with what he thought were big, innocent eyes, but he's quickly realizing you've got a different side just below the surface.

-- six months later --

“ugh, rafe!” you groan as he presses buttons on the controller, eyes firmly on the screen. 

“promise baby, will be done in five minutes.” he says, barely glancing to you.

you're tired of being ignored as you pull off the only clothing you are wearing, a big t-shirt of rafes to cover yourself. rafe glances over, realizing you're now completely nude as his fingers freeze.

“i want to fuck. if you're not gonna help me, im gonna go help myself.” you shrug.

rafe tosses the controller onto the floor, a proud smile on his face. you've become just who he's always wanted you to be. “of course im gonna help you baby, come get on this dick.”

[nxtaliaistyping]

Tim Drake worship kink? He deserves it<3<3<3

Tim Drake + worship kink <3

Author's note: you're so right anon, he does

gn reader, nsfw 18+, sub tim again because I have a problem

"Baby..."

His slightly whimpery tone causes heat to rise between your legs as you straddle him. You'd rid him of his shirt, leaving his toned muscles on show for your hungry gaze, but also your fingertips. The slight sensation of the barely there touch down his chest makes his back arch a little.

"You're so beautiful Tim."

He smiles, a shy smile that melts you as he looks at you, slightly dazed. Leaning down, you kiss him sensually, putting the passion you feel for him into the action. Tongues stroke eachother, your hands run up to tweak at his nipples, his hips grind up into yours; it's a swirl of emotion and desire.

He gasps for air as you start to kiss down to his neck, licking and sucking until blooming bruises form on the skin. He can't bring himself to care that he'll get looks from his family at breakfast tomorrow, too caught up in the dizzying sensation of you lavishing him in affection.

"Honestly, you're just so gorgeous and sweet." You say against his shoulder, planting a kiss before moving down to the middle of his chest. As the light from the bedside table illuminates you both, slight gleams of saliva can be seen as you drag your lips and tongue down to his navel.

"Thank you..."

"No need to thank me baby," you say with a grin, kissing before biting his hip gently to watch him flinch, "it's the truth."

He gasps as you start to shimmy him out of his pajama bottoms, reveling in the bulge straining against his boxers. A little bit of precum leaks from the tip, causing a small stain that he attempts to cover up with his fists, but you gently move them away, pinning them to his sides.

"Don't hide." you reprimand softly, and he bites his lip in response.

With another cheeky grin, you lean down and start to mouth at his clothed cock, feeling how twitchy he's getting beneath the fabric.

"O-Oh please..."

"Please what Timmy?" You coo at him teasingly, sucking through the fabric and causing his hips to buck up from the mattress.

"Please take them off." He whines, eyes fluttering closed.

Pretending to huff at his request, you tug them down until his dick springs up and nearly hits you around the face. You grab the base, gazing at it before licking a broad stripe from base to tip.

"Such a pretty cock Tim."

His cheeks burn with embarrassment, but his eyes snap back open to watch you. You tap his cock against your tongue a few times, before planting sloppy kisses along the sides. No inch isn't covered in your spit, and you hadn't even put him in your mouth yet.

But you're only human, so you part your lips and take him inside, slurping and setting a rhythm that had your lover's toes curling. He grabbed your hair, just wanting something to ground himself as you bob up and down, hollowing your cheeks.

"Oh fuck baby...thank you...oh thank you baby." he babbles as you suck the life out of him, pulling off just to spit on it and pump your hand up and down him.

"Look at you, you're so gorgeous like this. Pretty boy needs to be spoiled, doesn't he?"

"Y-Yes...need to be spoiled." he hiccups, as you suckle the head harshly, tasting more of his delicious precum. You hum around him, taking him deeper in your throat than before, hands stroking his thighs.

Slight gags emit from your throat, but you don't stop, can't stop. You need to make him feel good, feel loved, like it's his divine right. Catching your breath, you pull off and start to quickly jerk him, lowering your mouth to suck on his balls. You shake your head from side to side as your feel the skin with your tongue, before doing your best to pop one in your mouth.

Tim moans out loud, other hand firmly gripping the sheets as the one still tangled in your hair keeps you firmly sucking his balls. "Oh god...so close, please let me...please I need to."

You nod before going back to sucking him off, quick bobs of your head as well as your hand working the base makes him barrel towards his orgasm. With a soft cry, he spills buckets into your mouth, and you drink it all up like you always do.

His body goes slack as you pull away, running your hands up his thighs towards his chest once more.

"So pretty."

He smiles again, giddy and shy. "Thanks birdie..."

[nottswitch]

Hi beautiful! :) <3

I really love this prompt thing idea, I think I could send like 10 asks 😭

Can you do a fluff or angst (or both) one with 23 and 115 for Mattheo/Theo?

hey there babe, thanks for your request 💘 i def wouldn’t be against ten asks, i’m having so much fun with these!! decided to pick mattheo and fluff for this one.

23. "please, don’t cry." 115. "you’re drunk, honey."

warnings: fluff, drinking, crying

⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; mattheo m.list ; prompts (closed)

mattheo was pretty exhausted after his quidditch practice, which ran late today, and the only things he wanted at the moment were a good hot shower and cuddles with you, his girlfriend. he was on his way to your dorm, his duffel bag over the shoulder, looking rather worn out.

the sight of your girlfriends stumbling out of your dorm, a vivid trail of alcohol behind them, and giggling to themselves made mattheo roll his eyes, a short but amused chuckle escaping him. you didn’t tell him you were going to have a wine night with the girls, and the prospect of your tipsy self being his companion for the evening was equal parts adorable and annoying.

he entered right after the girls left, and the sight that met him was just as he expected – you on the bed, in a cute little nightgown, an empty glass in your hand, which you were still holding up to your lips, trying to get the last drop out. the view of your thighs in that nightgown was very tempting, but mattheo restrained himself – you were drunk, after all.

"hi, sweet girl," he said in the softest voice he could manage, even though he couldn’t completely get rid of the amusement. "and sweet jesus…" he added in a murmur, shaking his head when he saw three – three! – wine bottles scattered on the floor next to the bed.

"matty?"

you lifted your head up, meeting his gaze with your pretty, glossy eyes, and mattheo had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent a huge grin from spreading on his lips. the corners of his mouth were still curled up, though.

"yeah, matty," he answered, tossing his bag aside and sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a small tilt of his head. you mirrored his action, tilting your own head to the side, and sighed, reaching out to trace your finger along his cheek. it didn’t linger, though, since you barely had any strength to hold up your arm, and your hand fell onto the bed, eliciting a giggle from you.

"how was-" a hiccup. "how was practice, baby?" you finally managed to ask, placing your glass on the bedside table. too close to the edge, though, because mattheo had to use his reflexes to catch it halfway to the floor.

"just the usual," he answered while placing the glass safely out of your reach, unable to hold in a small laugh. "you’re drunk, honey," he noted, not putting it past you to deny this obvious fact.

you pouted, hearing a hint of judgement in his voice – it wasn’t actually there, but your wasted mind sensed it nevertheless. a crease settled between your eyebrows, because how was it fair of mattheo, of all people, to judge you for having just a little – a little! – with your girls?

"hey, hey," mattheo quickly corrected himself, seeing that his commentary wasn’t necessary at the moment. his hand rested on your flushed cheek, wiping away a stray tear that escaped your eye – a sign of your emotional vulnerability, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in your drunken state. "please, don’t cry," he murmured, giving you a small, reassuring smile to let you know that he wasn’t judgemental, just a little amused.

the pout didn’t go away. mattheo did his best to stifle a chuckle, shifting on the bed to move closer and pull you into a gentle hug. he knew he’d have to deal with his drunk girlfriend for the rest of the evening, which wasn’t what he was expecting after the tiring practice, but he couldn’t complain, not really. it was you, after all, and you were, for the lack of a better word, perfect.

[arlerts-angel]

warnings: DARK CONTENT. power play, piss. humiliation. dubcon (implied but not explicit consent). unprotected sex. creampie. not proofread.

don't like it? don't read it!

fuck okay listen this might only appeal to me but god damn it.

sitting in the fleet's interrogation room being broken down and berated by colonel caleb to the point of pissing yourself and suddenly you see his eyes darken and the corner of his lips tilt into the most shit-eating grin of your life.

his cock is fucking HARD. not only is he enjoying his power at play, but now his sweet little captive darling just opened a door she can't close.

"did you just piss yourself?" he asks, tilting his head to one side.

"'m sorry ca-" you hiccup.

"that's colonel, to you." he quickly corrects.

tears stream down your eyes and your cheeks burn from embarrassment. caleb is reeling, relishing in this moment.

"i always knew you were a crybaby pipsqueak," his voice low in your ear, "but a pissy one? tch."

he knows there are cameras littered around the fleet, and he can't have someone seeing his darling like this. he escorts you to the private bathroom in his office.

after you rid yourself of wet clothes, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses your neck. "since you can't seem to hold it in, i guess i'll just have to let you relieve yourself."

he takes his cock out of the confines of his uniform, his tip warm and leaking precum. he strokes himself just a little.

caleb pulls you in by your waist, groaning together as he pushes himself into your gummy entrance. "ngh, 's like you were made for me."

his grip on your waist tightens as he bounces you up and down on his cock. the room is filled by your wanton moans and wet slapping of skin.

"show me how much of a piss baby you really are, pipsqueak," he growls, "piss on my cock."

you start to object, but are quickly interrupted.

"did i stutter?" he asks, pressing down on your tummy. "piss on my fucking cock. colonel's orders."

"caleb," you sniffle, "m so close. i can't hold it anymore 'm sorry."

he's so fucking turned on.

your bladder tingles each time he fucks into you and your clit grinds against him. a mix of piss and arousal pools at his groin, and the lust bubbles in the pit of your stomach begin to pop.

"there you go, pipsqueak. just like that," he coos, "cum for me. right on my fucking cock like a good girl."

"m gonna cum, y'gonna make me cum caleb fuck," you blubber as your orgasm washes over you.

"take my fucking cum, take it all," caleb groans and fucks himself into you one last time before filling your messy cunt.

you press your head against his heaving chest. "you did so good for me, pipsqueak," he says softly. caleb rests his hand on the crown of your head before pressing a kiss onto it.

"i'll take you back to my place and get you cleaned up, yeah?"

[ghostgirl-22]

18+ !NSFW! Explicit

Day 24: Mirrors

Pair: Artrick

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Patrick’s lying on his bed, feet up against the wall, tossing a tennis ball up and down while Art sips his beer.

“So why didn’t you go with her to the concert?” Art asks.

“I told you, she wanted it to be girls night or something,” Patrick says.

“But you’re going over there when she gets back?”

“Yeah… I mean maybe,” Patrick says. “I love that you guys have co-ed dorms here. Not like in high school,” he rolls over and leans over Art’s shoulder. “I bet that makes it easier for you.”

Art shrugs.

“What? Come on man. We talk about Tashi all the time. What are you up to?” He reaches for the beer and Art hands it to him. It’s his third one and he’s starting to feel it.

“I’m not up to anything… just school and tennis.”

”Okay but how about you pretend I’m not your mom and give me a real answer. Are you still sleeping with… what’s her name?”

“Jessica,” Art straightens his legs.

“Yeah Jessica.”

“No, she’s too blonde… I woke up one morning and had the weirdest feeling she’d roll over and look like my sister.”

“I’d fuck your sister,” Patrick snorts. “Specifically Leigh.”

“I’m sure Tashi would love that,” Art takes the beer can back from him.

“She’d know I’m joking. Besides I could never get in her pants before. I’m sure it wouldn’t be any different now that she’s married.”

Art sighs. “What about you?” He says, getting on his knees and leaning his elbows on the bed as he looks at Patrick. Patrick looks up at him. “Are you really not fucking anyone else on tour? How does it even work waiting for weeks before you can see her? Don’t you get horny?”

”Yeah of course I do.” Patrick grins. “That’s why we talk every night. Sometimes we Skype.”

“And do what?” Art asks.

Patrick smiles. “You know what, Donaldson.” He reaches up and touches Art’s cheek. “Jealous?”

Art forces himself to smile and then he turns and sits back down on the floor before relaxing his face. “No, of course not. But I guess now I know why you don’t call me.”

”I call you,” Patrick says.

“Not that much.”

“Fuck you’re so jealous. I’m getting hard.” Patrick says messing up Art’s hair. “You know I still love you, baby.”

“Oh shut up,” Art says, pushing him off. “I gotta pee.” He says and he pushes himself to his feet and then stumbles a bit to the bathroom. Maybe he’s a little more tipsy than he thought. He turns on the bathroom light and goes to the toilet. Patrick pushes the door open a few moments later as Art’s finishing up.

”What?” Art hiccups.

“I gotta pee too,” Patrick says, “move over.”

“This isn’t high school, you can wait your turn…” Art sighs but he leans against the wall to give him room anyway.

“But I don’t want to wait my turn.” Patrick smirks looking down at Art as he unzips then grinning at him.

Art rolls his eyes and tries not to stare at Patrick or his cock. He finishes before Patrick and goes to wash his hands. A minute later Patrick’s joining him at the sink.

“Come on… you can’t tell me you got rid of Jessica and now you’re not with anybody. You’re really wasting that pretty face day dreaming about my girlfriend?” Patrick says, smirking at him in the mirror.

“I’m not,” Art says.

”You are, you wanna know what she feels like?” Patrick asks, standing behind him, he leans in, trapping Art while rinsing his hands from behind him.

“Tashi?”

”Yeah.”

“What—what does she feel like?” Art asks.

Patrick grins at him in the mirror and shakes his hands so water gets everywhere. “So fucking good, you’d lose it before you’re fully inside,” Patrick whispers in his ear.

Art licks his bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before taking a breath. His balls are suddenly tight, he feels himself getting hard. Patrick starts kissing on his neck and Art closes his eyes leaning into it. “Do you eat her out?”

“Mmhm,” Patrick hums. He’s sucking on Arts throat now and it tickles in a way that makes Art smile.

”What does she taste like?”

“Delicious,” Patrick whispers against his throat.

Art bites his lip again, he can feel Patrick getting hard behind him. He’s felt it before. It makes him a little crazy, especially when he’s half drunk. There’s so much of him. Patrick messes his fingers through Art’s hair. His other hand, still damp gripping Art’s waist.

“Does she go down on you?” Art asks, quietly.

“Why?” Patrick asks. “You want her to go down on you?”

“Yeah,” Art sighs, breathing heavier. He’s really hard now. His whole body feels like a live wire. “I was gonna ask if she can fit it all in her mouth.”

“Fuck,” Patrick whispers and he laughs, but it’s breathless. “God I still want to fuck the shit out of you. Can you open your eyes?”

Art opens his eyes and is mildly stunned because he barely recognizes himself, his hair’s all over the place and his lips are red and swollen from the way he’s been worrying them, his eyes are dilated, pupils so big the rings of color are barely visible. His cheeks are flushed pink and it’s spreading to his neck and probably further beneath his t-shirt. All while Patrick’s sucking on him, licking at him like a vampire. He looks up and meets Art’s eyes. He’s flushed too and so soft.

He moves his hand lower into the waistband of Art’s sweatpants where he’s tenting. “You want to see what I see when I make you come?” Patrick asks, softly.

Art takes a breath and shivers. Patrick kisses his cheek. “Don’t close your eyes.”

It’s an impossible ask because the moment Patrick grips him, Art is breathing heavier, he watches his chest rise and fall. He bites his tongue and licks the inside of his cheek trying not to moan. His mouth feels so wet. Patrick kisses his throat again, Art feels him pressing, grinding his cock against him. “Can I fuck her?” Art groans while he’s fucking into Patrick’s fist.

“Mm… you wouldn’t be able to handle her. You’d have to beg so pretty.”

“Please.” Art moans.

Patrick smiles. “Not me.”

Art gasps as Patrick’s grip tightens. He’s gonna lose it.

”Open,” Patrick whispers, when Art hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes again. “God you’re fucking gorgeous.” Patrick rests against Art’s cheek, gazing at Art in the mirror while Art looks at him . He can barely look at himself. He looks entirely different, needy and debauched. Desperate for release. But watching Patrick work his cock makes it that much hotter. Art feels his whole body beginning to seize. His hands and legs are shaky and Patrick is relentless. Art is gripping Patrick’s arm with one hand and reaches back into Patrick’s hair with the other.

“Fuck…Patrick,” Art moans. “Patrick can I— can I—“

“What?” Patrick breathes. He’s breathing heavy too. And before Art knows it he’s shooting ribbons and ribbons of pearly white all over the mirror and bathroom sink. While he gasps out a litany of swear words. He leans forward breathless, gripping the counter top and pushing back as Patrick rubs up against him with his swollen cock. He’s so shocked, he didn’t think he had that much in him. He likes it even more watching Patrick lose all semblance of control, chasing his own orgasm all the while not taking his eyes off of Art. Jewel colored eyes and a mop of messy black hair. Literally using him to get off.

“Holy shit,” Patrick breathes when he finishes just from grinding up against him. “I want to fucking do that in you.” He whispers.

“I know you do,” Art’s still catching his breath but he bites his lip grinning at Patrick. He’s been begging for it for years. Art would be lying if he said it didn’t make him happy (or relieved?) that Patrick was still obsessed with it. But the idea that maybe he’s not just jealous of Patrick isn’t one he needs to examine too closely.

Patrick tastes the strings of jizz on his fingers and then leans in, Art’s still trapped between his arms as he washes it off. He grips Art’s waist when he’s done.

“You’re getting me wet,” Art says.

“Shut up, come here,” Patrick says, turning him around and pulling his face close. Kissing him. Art settles into it. He can hear himself breathing and he eases his tongue into Patrick’s mouth, gripping his hands over Patrick’s to hold him there. His heart’s pounding in his ears, it feels so good, and he steps closer while teasing his own tongue along Patrick’s. Patrick nibbles at his bottom lip and pulls back. They stare at each other. Art still has his mouth open, Patrick’s eyes are heavy lidded.

“I can stay here tonight,” Patrick tells him.

Art nods his head biting his lip.

“We can… keep…doing this.”

Art swallows. “Because you want to fuck me?”

“You know I fucking do.”

Art shrugs. “Okay, stay here.” And it’s not just because he wants to keep them apart though that factors into it.

Patrick grins.

“I don’t know about the other thing though… I have to think about it.” Art adds.

“Uh huh,” Patrick says, pulling him close again for another kiss. “Lets go think.”

[fanningfics]

DC Prompt: Kon Gaslights, Gatekeeps, Girlbosses Tim into a nuclear family.

(Just a little something my brain cooked up)

Conner Kent had learned to treasure what life had given him, and be rid of the things that impeded him. That's why Conner loved Martha and John Kent and held absolute disrespect for Clark Kent aka Superman. He grew to be possessive of the things he considered his, obsessive almost - something he suspected had to do with Lex Luthor's DNA. And despite what some may say, Tim Drake is his. The first to ever look at him and see a person, the first to teach him about the beauty and reality of living, the first to ever prioritise him. So of course Kon had to return the favour. Kon loved Tim Drake, and he won't stand for his love to be exploited by the Bats any longer. He'd long since learned the art of manipulation at the hand of a master manipulator like Tim Drake. And he will use it without remorse to get Tim out of that toxic fucking family no matter what.

It starts with Kon hinting about eventually wanting children. It continues with Kon pretending to be sad about the fact they can't have kids with both his and Tim's DNA. When Tim tentatively Brings up the idea of using the same cloning tech as Luthor, Kon tells him that would be a great idea someday.

There was a bit of a hiccup when Kon briefly died. But apparently It turned everything in his favour because when he was alive again, Tim had been burned almost catastrophically by the Bats and had turned to him in tears feeling guilty about creating their test tube children during his death. Their kids were only a month old by the time Kon returned and Tim had fixed the Bat family's problems. Kon didn't turn Tim away like he had feared. No, for Kon this was the best news he had ever heard - he was elated. He was prepared for his plan to need 10 years to come into fruition but it turned out amazingly well during his death - of course Tim being incredibly worn out was bad, but this just meant Kon could wheedle him to his side more for comfort. So now, Kon has biological twins with Tim and he's ecstatic, because phase 2 of the plan could start right away.

Phase 2 meaning gaslighting Tim about the safety of their children around the Bats - what with Jason being so volatile, the demon brat being so aggressive, and now he can add Dick to it too being unreliable. Kon doesn't know why his beautiful boyfriend can't see how terrible the Bats are but their beautiful babies will make him see it. Because while Tim may not have any self-preservation Instincts, Kon knows he’ll wreck hell on earth for his loved ones, and their children have just now taken top priority.

Kon knows that logically, the Bats wouldn't ever harm babies but that's the point of gaslighting, to go against logic, to believe the unfactual. And it was working. Tim had been back from the time stream for three months and had yet to contact any of the Bats, too busy living their blissful life in San Francisco.

One day, Tim suggested to the team about staying in San Francisco permanently and taking on a new Hero identity. Kon is so glad their teammates are on the same page and encouraged it heavily. Kon is right beside Tim as he sends his resignation to Wayne Enterprises, returns his Red Robin uniform through the Zeta tube and remotely removes Red Robin from the Gotham roster. Kon is vibrating with delirious joy and rewards Tim with vigorously enjoyable love-making.

There is outcry of course, from the Bats, but Kon is there to tell Tim he made the right choice, that he had to think about their children, that he wouldn't want to subject their kids to the Bat treatment. He's not entirely sure which of his words hit, but one of them does, and suddenly Tim is gung ho about his separation from the Batfamily. Kon is more than relieved.

Dick, Damian and Jason try to come to the tower, but they have long since been banned. Damian and Jason for their previous attacks, Dick was turned away by Kon himself, never once catching a glimpse of Tim.

Bruce enters the tower and Kon is right beside Tim grinning smugly as the man spots the babies between him and his adoptive son.

“Tim what did you do?” He had forgotten about everything he wanted to ask as he saw the babies each boy held.

“These are mine and Kon's children.” Tim told him, cradling one of them close.

“How?”

“A little help from clone technology.”

“Tim thats unethical-”

“He had my permission” Kon interrupted “I wanted the kids, Timmy just made it happen”

Bruce is surprised by Kon's even stare, shoulders bared protectively. And then he spots the smirk on his lips, that proud tilt of his lips, something about it was mocking.

“What are you doing here Bruce?” Tim asked.

“Tim- I -you left. Permanently. You resigned from everything. You didn't even talk to us, you kept refusing to talk to us.”

“I'm not hearing a question” Tim said distractedly, cooing at his child.

“Tim, why did you leave?” Tim looked up, this is the first time Bruce has seen his eyes in months - and he doesn't recognise the coldness in them.

“I left for them” Tim brushed the cheek of his baby.

“I don't understand” Bruce stammered.

“We would never turn you or your kids away.”

“I don't feel safe in that manor.” He was direct, unfeelingly straightforward, and unregarding of the flinch his statement caused.

“W-what?”

“I don't feel safe in your family where two of your sons have tried to kill me without reparations, where your oldest tried to convince me I was insane for knowing you were alive, where the most sensible man there has ignored every abuse thrown my way, where you have repeatedly insisted on making me just as paranoid and mentally unwell as you. I don't feel safe in your home mentally or physically, and I don't want my kids to be anywhere where they might get hurt.” Tim takes a deep breath, and stares at him with that distant unfamiliar stare “Bruce, I love you,” he said quietly, loudly in the silence “but I don't feel safe with you.”

Bruce can feel his heart break, “Tim” he croaked out weakly, and from the corner of his eyes, he spotted Kon's wide grin, wider than it had been when Bruce had first entered, full of satisfaction, glee and vindication. Bruce has the eerie feeling that this was his fault somehow, his Ducky would never do this without being pushed and this boy had something to do with it.

Kon, having noticed Bruce's realisation only smiled harder “I think it's time for you to go Batman” Kon said mockingly “if any of you want to get in touch with Tim, you'll have to talk to me first.” Bruce glared at the upstart, and then looked to Tim to try and have him deny it, but Tim only nodded his assent and averted his gaze. Bruce fumed, somehow he knew that Kon had obviously manipulated Tim's compliance.

[pocketsinfo]

Remedios sorprendentes para eliminar el hipo rápidamente

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer dotes on a pregnant!reader [Sneak Peek]

you can find the original prompt here! fem!reader with no use of y/n.

EDIT: Full fic here!

take this little (unedited) blurb from my upcoming longfic! it’s another big one folks, maybe as long as my soul deal fic when it’s finished. character building underneath all that fluff y’know. i’m 13k words in and still going strong, so stay tuned!

“So…. I was a little bored last night,” Lucifer started, adjusting his long collar nervously as you regarded him with a quirked brow, “and, well, seeing as you didn’t have much for the baby, I thought I could give you a hand, soooo I made you this!”

His arm quickly lifted towards you, and you leaned forward to get a look at the small object in his hand.

Nestled in Lucifer’s palm, was a small, yellow rubber ducky. Your eyes widened, breath hitched, as your gaze flicked from the toy to Lucifer, then back to the ducky adorned with a small, white hat. He watched your reaction intensely, and at your silence he cracked an awkward grin.

“For the little one, in case you didn’t have anything for them. It’s even got a little baker's hat, since I know that’s kind of your thing.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you took the duck gingerly from his hand, turning it over as you traced the outline of the beak, the cute little hat, and finally the adorable tail feathers curled at its back. It stirred something in you, your stomach swimming with emotions that were threatening to bubble up and consume you while staring at the toy.

He made this… for your baby? As a gift to you? 

That was so sweet of him, and not even Charlie had given you something so thoughtful. Sure, she paid for a majority of your baby necessities—which you owed her your life for, no matter how much the girl disagreed—but she never presented you with something made from the heart like this.

Lucifer did, though. Even if he made a million matching yellow duckies beforehand, he still made this one specifically for you. Had your ex ever cared enough to do something like this for you? You couldn’t recall. And yet, a man who was practically a stranger before you was the one to care enough.

Fuck, you were about to cry. You tried to steel yourself, holding back tears. 

You met Lucifer’s gaze after a few moments, as you softly stroked the little toy with your thumb. The fallen angel only grimaced at your reaction, his smile faltering slightly as he watched your eyes well with tears and your lip start to quiver.

“Do you hate it?” He asked slowly, and you began sniffling softly hiccups building in your chest as you blinked in confusion.  

“Hate—hic—It? Why would you think…?” You started, before you felt tears welling up underneath your chin, and dripping softly onto the ducky close to your chest. 

You mentally slapped yourself, of course Lucifer would think you disliked it with how emotional you were being. Shame ate at you after that. Here the King of Hell was, thinking about you and your baby and making something in his own free time, only for you to reward him with tears.

Curse these hormones!

Now, the quiet sniffles that escaped you were from both sadness and delight, as you clutched the rubber ducky closer to your chest. The tears spilled faster from your cheeks, wetting the ground beneath you. A few droplets landed on your exposed arm, and its cool touch was a welcome sensation from the heat boiling underneath your skin. 

“I-I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” you finally breathed, rubbing a hand across your face to get rid of the tears, before you inhaled a sharp breath to calm yourself, “I’m sorry for being such a… such a—”

You clamped your mouth shut, trying to rope in the last bit of control you had over your emotions that were threatening to come undone. You sucked in a large, sputtering breath and Lucifer leaned back, just as your lips quivered violently.

“—a wreck!” you wailed after that, placing your free hand to your mouth to try and hold in your sobs.

Lucifer jumped slightly, closing in the small distance between the two of you as he rushed to your side. He bit his lip, his hand reaching towards you to give comfort, before he hastily pulled it back.

“Wait, no! You’re not a wreck, you’re completely fine. Perfect, even! Oh, please don’t cry…” 

The man was starting to pace as you held a hand to your mouth, slowly but surely clamping down on your outburst of emotion.

“Here, have another one!” A second rubber ducky appeared with a red burst of smoke, landing softly into his palm as he lifted it towards your face, “Don’t worry I have a lot more at home!”

The duckies cute little apron, displaying a cookie and two tiny wooden spoons in the shape of an X, only made your lip quiver more violently. Lucifer slowly pulled the third ducky behind his back and out of view, staring at you with concern as you tried to catch your breath.

“It’s so cute!” you gasped through the tears, before rubbing your eyes once more.

“You think so?” He replied in disbelief.

You nodded your head vigorously, smiling through the tears as you clutched both ducks to your chest. Lucifer slowly caught on, before breathing a large sigh of relief like he just avoided doomsday.

“Are… you two okay?” Came a familiar voice from the edge of the room. You turned your head to see … 🫣

ah, the wonders of hormonal pregnancy changes! sorry for the wait 😔 health issues have arisen and the motivation to write plummets when you’re in pain, but don’t worry, i’m still writing everyday and it should be out soon <3

thanks for the patience 🤍

[littlecrowwithacrown]

Spoilers ahead:

I want Jeremy to break.

I want a moment when he is tired, stressed, and just so done. He is so strong for everyone on his team, always there for whatever they need. Going home to rooms and hallways that are probably still haunted by Noah even if all the pictures were taken down, you can’t get rid of memories that easily. I just want Jermey to have a week and for him to seek comfort.

Going to the apartment, and finding Jean there with Jab, fondly smiling and speaking French to the dog he didn’t want. Seeing this beautiful man who only months ago was battered, broken, abused and SCARED, seeing how he’s grown and healed for himself. Jermey trying to make a quip but voice cracking, and Jean just knows. Jean pulling Jermey into a hug and Jermey just breaks. Like ugly sobbing, hiccuping, all the mess.

Cat and Laila have probably seen this side of Jermey before, but Jean hadn’t. After being the rock for Jean during his lows, being someone who he could trust and rely on, then showing his own vulnerability and therefore acknowledging he trusts Jean with this…

Just ugh!!! I have so many feelings about Jermey. I want my baby boy to fully have a sob fest. He deserves to feel emotions, even the negative ones.

[bluey0petal]

Notes: Chapter rewrite || 3rd Person POV || Not proof read ||

CW: baby dragon dilemma

Tags; Canon Divergence, Hiccup x Reader, how to train your dragon, httyd, hiccup fanfic, hiccup haddock, httyd fanfic, httyd hiccup, Norse mythology, dragons

Word count: 5837

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Part 9

“DISPARATE” — Chapter 8

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(Name) wouldn't exactly refer to herself as something close to a 'dragon despiser', or 'dragon killer', per se. But, that didn't mean she had to like the scaled creatures.

They tore through the village multiple times a week,  wreaking their havoc on those below and not sparing anyone who stood in their way. They were mindless creatures, and she believed that.

She did believe that they only sought to kill, to spread the disease of death and let blood splatter on the ground below.

So why is it that she found herself hesitating to get rid of the small baby that had brought itself into the world in her very hands?

She thought it was a rock. A valuable gemstone that would look nice hanging on her shelf, not— this. This wide eyed, blue scaled baby terrible terror that stared up at her with a gaze that made her heart clench with conflicting emotions.

She wasn't sure how to feel about the sight before her. Was she meant to throw the thing into the fire in front of her? Squash it beneath her boot? Bring it to the others and kill it before them? Or nurse it...?

It was just a baby after all— and despite everything, she knew that this little thing had nothing to do with the raids that depleted her tribes resources consistently.

This feeble, teetering and squawking baby had nothing to do with the constant wreckage. It wasn't a monster like the others, not with the way it looked at her. This was just an animal like any other.

How could she possibly get rid of such a thing? How could she end its life when it stared up at her as if she were its mother?

She couldn't do such a thing. She couldn't take its life away from it when it had just happened to come into this world. She just couldn't do that.

She was conflicted, so much so that she stood in the same frozen place for a good few minutes, only moving when the baby in her hands began to squirm its way free from the eggshell, still covered in yolk and whatever else lurked inside its egg.

She grimaced, doing her best not to freak out as she slowly placed the baby down onto her table in front of her, turning her nose up at the residue that had crawled onto her fingers.

"Eugh— ew.. Uhm. Oh Þór. What am I meant to do?" Her words were a rushed wheeze, her hands wiping themselves clean on the leather of her skirt before turning her full attention back to the dark scaled baby, white spots dotting down its back in a straight line.

Would letting this thing live be betraying her tribe? Surely not. She hadn't heard any rules against raising a baby dragon... though, had anyone ever attempted to do such a thing?

What was she meant to feed it? Did it poop? What about when her parents came home? What would she do with it then?

Did it even need to eat? Did dragons produce milk? Maybe she should have reviewed more about babies in the book of dragons.

A warble drew her attention, the slithering form of the baby scuttling out of its eggshell being what her eyes locked onto. It was crawling its way towards her, its limbs weak, but its eyes curious and delighted.

Did it think she was its mother? She'd heard of wolf cubs sometimes imprinting on humans somewhere further north— so could that very well be true for dragons too?

"You're a real shocker aren't you..." she smiled nervously, reaching a shaking hands towards the baby, its gummy mouth opening— lacking any teeth seeing as it had just managed to breathe fresh air for the first time.

It sniffed her hands, before latching its mouth around the bounds of one of her knuckles.

She stared at it, her heart faltering a step— expecting some kind of pain, but nothing came. Then she remembered it was a baby. It couldn't hurt her— it didn't even have any teeth yet.

Its soft gums continued to gnaw on her hand, and despite the supposedly threatening nature of the action; she couldn't help but find such display cute.

Okay— now... how did she take care of it? She had zero idea. Like— nada. The only place that she could go to find out would be the great hall, specifically because it held the book of dragons.

It was past curfew, so she'd have to dodge the guards... but that also meant the hall should be unoccupied. Surely a quick trip to flip through the book wouldn't have anything go wrong, right?

...

Right??

.

Oh how wrong she was.

She'd easily snuck by the guards, most of them yawning to themselves and not even paying attention to the streets around them as they wandered with a torch in hand.

She kind of felt bad for them, having a fourteen year old sneak by then probably wouldn't be the biggest ego booster in the world, but it's not like they'd ever know!

Upon arriving at the great hall, it was silent, just as she expected. The torches were barely holding up, and the insides were cold.

The doors had shut behind her with a loud bang, and she had winced at it, waiting a moment to see if anyone had heard it. Luckily, it seemed nobody had paid mind to the loud shutting of the doors, and she was free to trail off into the dimly lit insides of the stone cavern.

Where the book was stored when it wasn't being used— that was something she didn't think about, and she'd spent a good long while scouring the area of the hall for some sign.

Eventually, she found a small library in one of the back corners, and it grew her closer to the location of the book. It only took her a few more moments to find the book, but once she had, she'd wasted no time in curling up behind the meeting table, her form hidden and the book resting on the ground before her.

"Terrible terror... terrible terror, where are you?" She had whispered to herself, eyes narrowing as pages shuffled between her fingers, drawings flitting by her eyes and names being scanned thoroughly under her scrutinising gaze.

The amount of dragons written in the book amazed her, and the detail obtained did so even more— but she wasn't here to gawk at the different species, she was here to search for the one specific— there!

Page 247, Terrible Terror.

The Terrible Terror, while at first looks close to a small rodent, especially in size, this small beastie packs a viscous bite. With its teeth able to shoot venom right into the skin of its prey, it's best to stay away from such a dragon, especially since they're known to work in packs.

The Terrible Terror is dangerous, while not extremely so— but still deadly. They're quick and small, able to sneak up on those they target without making so much as a peep.

To sneak up on a Terrible Terror, you have to remain quiet, for these vigilant dragons will not wait to attack once they know you're there. Kill on sight.

...

Well— none of that was really helpful right now.

Sure, maybe if she wanted to kill Shocker, these words would've had some use, but really— they weren't helping her at all. She wanted to know eating habits, how they grow, what they need to be healthy.

This just— contained information on how to fight them off. Oh.. oh wait, she was in a village that fights dragons for a living. Of course they're not going to have information on how to raise a baby dragon!

She sighed, her shoulders slouching down in defeat.

"Welp, looks like it's just you and—"

"(Name)?"

Could this night get any worse?

The room stilled with an uncomfortable silence, and she ever so slowly craned her neck to the side, spotting the figure of Hiccup who'd somehow managed to sneak up on her.

Hiccup managed to sneak up on her? How did he— why was he even here!?

On a normal occasion, she would've remained calm and easily come up with an excuse, but she didn't really have a good reason as to why there was a baby dragon sitting in her arms.

Right on cue, his eyes darted down to the baby hugged close to her chest, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of the small baby.

"Is that—? A baby Terrible Terror?" He gaped, and even more panic filled you.

What if he told the village? Would they believe him? Sure he lied a lot— but he was also the chiefs son, his words had to be taken into some sort of consideration, especially from his father.

"No. It's my cat."

Yeah... she might need to work on her lying skills. Not only did cats not even inhabit the village of Berk, this scaled blue baby looked nothing like those fuzzy fur balls that ate rodents.

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not— I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about," he quickly added the last part onto the sentence, seeing her distrust and panic oozing in almost visible waves from her sitting figure.

"How do I know you won't?" She narrowed her eyes, snapping the thick book in her hands closed with a loud boom, slowly standing with her free hand still clutching the baby close to the bounds of her chest.

"Uh— because... it's not like anyone will believe me?" He didn't actually seem to have a good answer as to why he wouldn't tell, and she obviously wasn't going to accept anything other than a fully convincing paragraph detailing the reasons why he wouldn't tell, make sure to add his signature at the bottom.

"You're the chiefs son— no matter how much you lie, they have to believe you a little," she pointed out, and he pressed his lips down thinly as the very obvious flaw in his reasoning was pointed out.

"Okay. Uhm... you'll just have to trust me— I guess?" He winced.

Her eyes narrowed, suspicious, but accepting that she supposed that is all she'd have to do for now. She didn't even know what he could to do prove himself to her anyway, she was just looking for some reassurance she wouldn't be ratted out and exiled for harbouring a baby dragon.

They both stared at each other, one gaze calculating, flickering with different emotions and slowly going through a subtle change, while the other gaze stood apprehensively, avoiding the fierce grip of the other, and doing their best not to the let the awkward show.

"Do you know anything on how to raise baby dragons?" She blurted, and his eyes snapped to her, wide and it was his time to begin thinking.

.

The forest was a dark puzzle, with tangled arms reaching out for them and haunting howls blowing from somewhere in the distance.

She was on edge, they both were.

More so for her, because Hiccup had offered up a solution, but he didn't state what it was nor where they were going, and instead again asked her to blindly trust him.

She's starting to regret actually agreeing to do so.

For him, he just seemed nervous for whatever lay ahead on their path. He knew what it was, but with the way he was walking, his hands fiddling discreetly with the hem of his sleeves, even in the dark she could see he was nervous.

When she found out they'd be going in the forest alone, like any sane person— her first task had been to ask if he was insane, and then after denying such, she grabbed them a light source as quickly as she could, as to avoid being seen.

For now, the orange light was the only source of luminescence they had, and the only person who wasn't complaining in their mind was the small dragon who was curled up in her other arm, enjoying the warmth provided to it by its 'mother'.

The egg yolk covering its scales had long dried, and its hide had turned slightly moist instead, a natural moisture being produced from the blue scales.

She had absolutely zero idea what she was doing, stepping around brush and balancing a baby in her arms— her only thoughts were questioning if both she and Hiccup were some genre of insane.

More so, how had she come to this? She knew she couldn't kill the little baby— but why didn't she just leave it out on the street then? Or maybe dump it in the forest they were currently in?

The answer was probably because her consciousness wouldn't let her. Ever since she was little, she'd been obsessed with saving the lives of animals, her empathy being directed more towards the quadrupeds of the village rather than those fighting off the flying beasts.

Whenever she saw a sheep get carried away alive, it made her heart sting with sorrow for the poor thing. It probably didn't know it was going to die, but it no doubt felt fear as it was pulled from the safety of its flocks and into the air by already blood stained claws.

So when the baby gurgled at her with a tiny chirp, she felt that same pang, and she knew she couldn't just dump this poor thing out— she wouldn't let herself do such a cruel thing.

"Down here," Hiccup whispered, waving her over.

She snapped her gaze to him, watching as he slowly clambered down into a thin crevice located in the ground. In the ground? What on earth?

Reluctantly, she stepped after him, only peering down into the slit in the earth to make sure it was safe— but when she heard him land safely on the other side, his voice beckoning her down, she took a deep breath and followed.

Why was she trusting Hiccup in here? Sure, they'd grown to be somewhat friends rather quickly— but... that didn't mean she should put enough trust in the scrawny boy to not lead her to a death trap— but... then again; Hiccup didn't seem like that kind of person.

He didn't even seem like he could kill someone. He'd probably die with them from his own plan.

Shocker chirped softly as she squeezed herself between the two stone walls, popping out the other side roughly. Her feet met the floor, and when she looked around to survey her surroundings, it was a cove.

A cove? What could possibly—

...

Oh gods.

Onyx scales made the beating in her chest stop— only for a second, before it suddenly sped right back up, so thunderous and loud that she was sure the organ within would thud so hard it would burst right from the wraps her of chest.

Was she hallucinating right now? Was this some sick trick her mind was playing on her?

Maybe she'd fallen over from shock after the baby dragon had hatched in her hands, and this was all a dream.

There was no way— absolutely no way in Hel, that Hiccup— Hiccup the runt. Hiccup the useless. Was standing next to a dragon.

Its eyes bore into her, sharp and cat-like balls of green practically glowing under the light of the moon. She wouldn't have even noticed it sitting next to the exceedingly shorter boy if it hadn't of been for those eyes.

They were so bright, carrying a piercingly terrifying gauge on her figure. The detail was both bewildering and disturbing at the same time. Had Hiccup brought her here just to be slayed by this thing? Surely not— how did he even stand so calmly next to it?

What even was it? She'd never seen such a dragon before— not on Berk, not even raiding the village.

The white glimmer shimmering against its scales stood out against the black colouration of the armoured plating, and it was only when the large dragon snorted did she gain the sense to move past gasping in shock.

"Hiccup— you're either insane— or stupid. That— that is a fully, grown, dragon, next to you."

"Yes, I am actually acutely aware of that," he hummed, nodding to the large creature next to him nonchalantly, as if this situation could be brushed aside with the shrug of his shoulders.

She was convinced he'd lost his mind. Or maybe he hadn't? Who knows at this point— only the gods could see inside his mind.

To be fair, she didn't know how to feel. On one hand, she too had a dragon in her arms— but this was a baby, a tiny harmless creature with only the ability to hurt nothing more than a fly. But that thing standing next to Hiccup?

Who knows how many people it's killed, how many lives have been ended under the claws or teeth of that thing.

"You're crazy."

"You've said that already," he deadpanned.

"Wh— are you gonna kill me?" She looked between him and the dragon, slowly taking a step back, ignoring how his face morphed into a scrunch of confusion.

"No— wh— why would I do that?" He spluttered, his hands doing that thing they did whenever he spoke.

"Because you have a dragon right next to you, and it looks like it wants to smite me."

"..."

"Okay uhm— this, is Toothless," he gestured to the dragon, his hand nearing extremely close to it, and she had to stop herself from lunging in the way so that his hand didn't get snapped off.

"Toothless? You named a dragon Toothless?" Was the silly name meant to bring her some semblance of peace? Meant to make her not fear the obviously threatening beast still observing over her form and the baby in her arms.

As she was still reeling over the name, 'Toothless', as he called it— began to move, its movements were like a snakes, a slithering flow of limbs, but its appearance was deceiving, almost cute if she looked past the draconic nature of it.

"Uh— what's it doing?" She stuttered, looking to Hiccup for answers as Toothless began to grow closer to her, its head extending towards her with flared nostrils.

Warm puffs of air met the skin of her arms, and she couldn't peel her eyes away, no matter how hard she tried to. This thing was sniffing the baby in her arms, and she couldn't help the natural urge to pull away from it.

What if it was a cannibal? Did dragons go as far as eating others children? She'd heard above the grotesque stories of dragons actions, the horrors they commit nightly, but she didn't know if that extended to their own kind.

The pupils of the beast were shaking, constantly changing size from small slits to dilated circles, then back to slits again. It seemed curious, but she really didn't want to be the subject of curiosity.

"Can you uh— tell— Toothpaste— or whatever his name was to uh... back up?" She leaned away from the dragon, the back of her throat clenching with unexpressed anxiety.

"Toothless," he corrected her, while at the same time calling the dragon back over to him.

It snorted, looking back to the boy behind him, before completely ignoring him and continuing its sniffing party.

It twirled around her, and she clutched Shocker tighter to her chest in fear, feeling the subtle brush of its scales against the fabric of her clothes.

It was so close— and that terrified her. She was in reach of its jaws, in reach of it instantly gutting her. So why didn't it?

"It's not listening—" she meant to point out the fact to Hiccup normally, but instead it came out more as a desperate whinge, urging the boy to recall the dragon.

"He's just curious. He's not going to hurt you—" Hiccup came up to the dragon, shoving him away by the snout easily.

"How do you know that?" She hadn't meant for the question to be snappy, but surely, if he had this much trust in the strange dragon, he'd known it for a while, would he not have?

"How long have you even uh— known... Toothless?" She asked, her face still scrunched in fear.

"Uhm... four days," he shrugged.

"FOUR DAYS!? THAT— WH— THATS BARELY HALF A WEEK!" She shrieked, the pitch of her voice rising exponentially.

Hiccup winced at her loud tone, his own freckled features scrunching in distaste.

"I—" he was about to speak again, maybe ask her to calm down or to just be quiet, but the dragon beat him to it.

She didn't know if the thing already had an attachment to him or if it had its own dislike for her loud voice (she was leaning towards the latter), but for some reason— it growled. At her. She felt her heart almost stop.

That guttural noise drew her eyes back to the beast, its ears pinned and eyes narrowed further as it stayed watch behind her.

Those eyes— it felt like a knife was pinning her, and the fear she held was as if she expected to be gutted the next moment.

She'd never actually stared into the eyes of a dragon before, the closest she got was in the recent dragon training. In her mind, it shouldn't have been that bad, it was just another pair of eyes. But now, staring down whatever species this was— pure unfiltered fear bridled through her.

Its eyes might have been the same colours as Hiccup's, a mocking remake of the eyes that seemed so innocent and pure. Hiccup's eyes— no matter how hard he tried, could never reach a level of such ferocity.

Sure, she'd been surprised when the boy had snapped at her all those days ago in the forest, staring at the anger that flashed back at her through his eyes, but that was nothing compared to this.

"You said he was just curious," by now, she only managed a meek whisper, not even looking back at Hiccup to ask the question, not even looking away from the dragon.

"He is— you just scared him," he grumbled, walking around her frozen form to where the dragon had sat. To her surprise, he easily slid his hands onto the scales of the dragons head. Its head.

His hands smoothed over the black scales, completely invulnerable to the sharks of the dragon and making way to its neck, where he began to scratch.

She expected him to loose a limb, expected the frustrated beast to snap his hands right off— but it leaned into his hands. It leaned into the touch of his hands and purred. Purred.

She wasn't the crazy one, right? She was sure she wasn't. She just couldn't believe that Hiccup was scratching the dragon, her only way to see the light being the torch she was holding— and then the next moment, it was flopped over, purring loudly on the floor.

"See? Harmless," Hiccup gestured to the dragon on the floor, the dragon that was now rolling happily as Hiccup moved down to rub its belly. The very same dragon that had once snarled at the with such intensity her heart skipped a beat and nearly stopped then and there.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

She's been doing that a lot lately, actually. Been so in shock and in denial, that she wonders what's actually true.

She'd been told her whole life, by everyone in the village, her tribe, that dragons were mindless killing machines, created for the sole purpose of destruction. But was this really the same thing?

She could believe the reasoning that the baby in her arms was innocent, and that perhaps it could be forcefully plunged onto a better path— but an already fully grown dragon? At least, she thought it was fully grown, considering she'd never actually seen the species before.

Could an already grown dragon truly be docile? Could it truly bring more good than harm? In that split second of a moment, she found thousands of questions going through her head, thousands of answers being left out.

If this dragon Hiccup was petting like a house cat, really wasn't bad— just like the baby she'd come to quickly trust in her arms, then why were these two so different? Surely, if these two were different, then hundreds of dragons had to be different, right?

Was it only certain species? Or was it individual to the dragon?

After all the thoughts had finished rushing through her head, she made that split second decision that would either ruin her life, or save it.

"You're— sure it's not bad..?"

Putting trust in the dragon.

.

"So, uh... why did you even bring me here?"

She didn't quite remember how she found herself in this situation.

After she had decided to put a sliver of trust in the dragon, ahem— Toothless, Hiccup had waved her over to the rolling beast.

She'd been hesitant, rightfully so, and it took her a few seconds to make the first step, that of which was followed by multiple other steps towards the two.

Her mind had been so confused by all that was going on, that she didn't even register when Hiccup took the torch from her, allowing her a free hand that soon met warm scales.

Warm.

She didn't expect a dragons skin to be so warm. Other reptilian beasts she'd seen— like snakes or lizards always had cold and slimy skin, but this was warm and moist, like the baby in her arms.

Did dragons have a natural moisture produced from their skin? It was fascinating, and she found her terror being drowned out by pure fascination.

Toothless seemed to enjoy the extra attention, and the dragon revelled when he was scratched under the ears.

She'd smiled at the sight.

She— smiled.

She hadn't believed she'd ever smile at a dragon. Not an adult at least. She hadn't even smiled at Shocker like this. She'd been so caught up in the shock of it all (haha, get it?) that she didn't even have time to register the joy that might come with such a moment.

But this— she was now fully processing this, her hands running over the scales of Toothless' belly as his purrs grew louder, and how when the dragon breathed, its chest heaved heavily.

That was what made her lips twitch upwards. The fact that this dragon was behaving like a cat— behaving like a house animal.

After that moment of happiness, everything else that happened had been a blur, which was what led to this very moment.

Hiccup still had hold on the torch, and Toothless was curled around him, the dragon appearing sound asleep. She may have actually thought so too, if his ears hadn't twitched every time one of them talked.

"I dunno... thought Toothless could help," he shrugged, nodding to the baby in your arms.

At first glance, it wasn't that bad of an idea. Get a dragons help to raise a baby dragon. But then again— revealing that he ow— was 'friends', with this dragon, wasn't the brightest idea either.

She could rat him out to win her own favour in the village, solidify her spot as a trusted guardian; or she could do as he hoped and work with him, the both of them having a mutual agreement to keep this a secret.

So, it was a risky move overall, and it probably wasn't thought out fully.

"Speaking of Toothless.." she was still hesitant to say the dragons name, seeing as it appeared to know its own name— and looked in the direction of anyone who said it.

Her eyes flicked to the dragon whose ears twitched and shifted to face her direction.

"What dragon is he? Cause— I've never seen his kind before," she pointed out, gesturing to the one-of-a-kind build of the dragon.

Hiccup paused, his own eyes flitting to the form of Toothless before looking back to the girl across from him, a pause of consideration being held on his part.

Should he tell her? What if she were to freak out— flip the switch and start running back to the village to eat him out once she knew? (Even though that wouldn't be possible because he may or may not have took the torch because it meant she wouldn't be able to navigate back to the village).

His hands once more began to fiddle with the twine on his sleeves, and he shifted restlessly where he sat, obvious reluctance to say whatever species Toothless was— that of which was noticed by her.

"Uh— you good?" Her eyes flicked up and down, an eyebrow raising in question.

"Yup! I'm good— sorry, sorry. He's— actually a Night Fury!" He announced, and the world paused.

A... Night Fury?

...

Her jaw dropped.

A Night Fury? Toothless was— a Night Fury? 'The Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself', was fake sleeping barely a metre away from her, curled protectively around Hiccup.

Oh she was going to faint.

"A Night Fury?"

"Yes."

"That's a Night Fury?"

"Yup. He's a Night Fury."

"Okay—" she breathed.

"Just— confirming," she finished with a nod, exasperated eyes never once straying from the onyx beast behind Hiccup.

"You're not... scared?" He asked nervously, and she was forced to look at the boy with the most deadpan stared in the world— the most apathetic expression she could possibly muster.

"Do you want me to be serious, or lie?"

"Serious— please."

"I'm actually terrified right now. I don't even know why I decided to trust you in the first place— you— you made friends with a Dragon! And don't even say 'so did you', because this is a baby! You— made friends with a Night Fury. A NIGHT FURY. I am trying really hard to not jump up and run back home, where I can just curl up in bed and hope this is all some sick twisted dream I'll wake up from, but unfortunately I know it's not because I can feel the weight of a baby dragon in my arms."

Once her rant had ended, she was heaving heavily, and Hiccup stared at her with wide eyes, his lips pressed together in the awkward thing they did when he didn't know what to say.

"Uh... yikes?"

"You are terrible at comforting people."

.

By about midnight, they were both tired— with it being well past their bedtime, and having stayed up trying to find a solution to their (her) baby dilemma. Okay that sounded wrong now that I say it aloud.

Anywho. With eye bags hanging under their eyes, they continued conversing, forms swaying and yawns constantly being poured from the bounds of their mouth.

"And—" she yawned. "You really think Toothless will know how to raise a baby of another species? He's not even a girl," she finalised.

"It's the best bet we've got. Plus— what's wrong with" he also yawned. "A boy raising a baby? Shocker will be fine," he shrugged.

"I dunno... dragons are different. What if Shocker needs milk or something?"

"Then— we... steal some?"

"Dibs out."

"Hey! Why would I have to steal it—!?"

"Because you're the chiefs son! You can be excused for just wanting a free glass of milk or something! If I try to steal it— I'll probably be on house arrest!"

"But you're better at stealth than me! And— mmph—" (Name) blinked as Hiccup was pulled under the darkened cover of Toothless' wing, the dragon seemingly having grown tired of the constant back and forth bickering between the two teens.

One of the dragons eyes had been peeled open, looking at the girl— and she suddenly realised just how dark it had suddenly become with the torch being stolen with Hiccup.

She blinked, barely able to see her surroundings.

"Uh— Hiccup?"

"I'm okay!" He poked his hand out from beneath the expanse of Toothless' wing, a thumbs up that was barely visible without the orange light from beneath catching her gaze.

"Ow! Less okay—" he hissed, drawing his hand back in, to instead reveal the torch in its place.

She flinched from the sudden light adjustment, and held back her own hiss as she was forced to squint, tightening the hold on the small baby asleep in her arms.

"Toothless— let me go," Hiccup's struggle against the dragon was drowned out by (Name), the girl drawing her eyes up to the moon, that of which was on half way through its phase.

Only when she landed her eyes on the large white circle glowing in the sky did she realise just how late it was— and that they had been gone for wayyy longer than they should be.

They should probably get back... that's if they wanted to not be any more suspicious than they likely were.

Despite her thought process being about getting back to the village, she couldn't bring herself to stand with the tiredness of her body.

It was all of a sudden really comfortable on the ground, especially with the baby in her arms.

"Ugh— Toothless, I have to go now!" Hiccup managed to squeeze himself out of the dragons grip, finally, but not without a grumble of protest from Toothless' side.

"I'll be back tomorrow buddy— and I even have a—" Hiccup paused, his eyes switching to the form of (Name), forgetting the girl may be listening to his plans, but what he found was instead the girl sound asleep on the floor, passed out cold.

"Oh."

"Is that really comfortable?" Hiccup furrowed his brows, looking back to Toothless. The dragon seemed to be raising his eyebrows at the boy— or— where his eyebrows would be if he had any.

Such a proud look from Toothless, and Hiccup was gagged at the way the dragon was staring at him like 'I told you so'.

"Don't look at me like that—" Hiccup huffed, turning to walk away, only to be once again pulled under a certain black wing by a certain dragon who refused to let the boy go this time.

"Toothless— I actually need to go," Hiccup grunted, struggling against the dragons grasp, but it was no use in the end, as with (Name) asleep, and the dragon pretending to be so as well, Hiccup may or may not have also fallen asleep in the realms of the cove, protected from the cold outskirts of snow as he was safely tucked beneath a dragons wing.

"Fine... but you get found, I'm not helping you," Hiccup hissed one final time, before succumbing to the grip of sleep.

In the silence of the night, yet another figure was pulled under the dragons wing, safely tucked away from the cold to stop the shivering they exuded.

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Dude I have to know... what are your thoughts about what's come out sofar about the live action HTTYD remake 😭 since I know you're passionate about the franchise

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Ever since I heard that they were planning to make a live action remake of this movie I have been very disappointed, as I'm sure most were. I intentionally didn't look at anything about it - I didn't wanna know, I didn't wanna see. Over time though I became at least curious to see how they would design the dragons, but that's about it.

Now come the actual teaser- yeah maybe I took a gander at it.

And yeah I hate everything about it.

Now let me preface this with the fact that I don't think live action remakes or remakes in general are inherently bad. Its the intention behind these things that make them awful.

Money. I'm talking about money.

Every movie is going to be motivated by that in some sense because capitalism... but every so often we get real passion making it through. Giving us films like Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, for instance. So sure there's some very slim chance it could be at least semi decent, but, we all know why this film is being made, so I do not care.

Httyd did not need a 'live action remake' as much as any other PERFECTLY GOOD animated movie did. Its just another instance of film company's squeezing every last drop of money they can get from their original movies.

I would have been -okay- with it if they at least made something new out of it. Like as in a new twist on the story, for instance giving it a darker tone ...like if there was actual creative passion behind it and reason to tell a different story. But no, it looks like all the other live action slop where its legit a shot for shot remake with probably some unneeded additional dialogue that misses the point and maybe an added scene so they can pad the run time. And ofc I'm sure they'll remove certain things for no reason as well.

Likeee for instance, the small flinch that toothless does before letting hiccup touch his nose. From the teaser it looks like they just removed that entirely and it feels SO FORCED.

Also not to mention how all the colours are so dulled in this live action version. Look at that gorgeous pink lighting in the og!

The guy who plays hiccup also just looks away like he knows he's meant to and not like he's fucking nervous about it and like oo okay what if I do this.

It's so... devoid of character.

It may sound like I'm nitpicking, and that's because I am, but these small details amount to a lot. Especially in stories that are so... I dunno, character focused??

I also do not like how toothless looks. It coulda been worse but. Ah... they got rid of his markings (as expected) and he kinda just looks like the og version but with 'extra detail'

his head also looks oddly bulbous from the front.

Now look at this babi in all his glorious pink lighting:

SO. In conclusion, yeah. I don't like it.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

hii I JUST LOVE YOUR WORK i stay and read them every day tbh, it's my first time requesting so I'm a lil nervous (also english isn't my first language so if i write too tangled things don't mind please) yandere disease has been corrupting my mind lately like this disease has taken over the world and now people are divided in two types: yanderes and darlings. Every darling is forced to stay with their yanderes by their parents and government when they turn 20 , like goverment has been taking care of yanderes too much, there's territories and special occasions where yanderes can meet darlings, if darling tries to escape people are just gonna drag them to their "soulmate" otherwise they think darling are too weak and fragile to protect themselves.

If you're too busy, just ignore this. I also know how hard it is to write. Hope you're doing good💗💗

Your English is perfect ❤️ better than some native speakers' ❤️ I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!!

Yandere!Fiance x GN!Reader

There were conspiracy theories as to how it happened.

Populations around the globe had declined dramatically, worrying nearly every country in every continent. The most popular theory online was that to combat the rapidly declining birth rate, one (or more) of the suffering countries conspired to create a new kind of biological warfare; an illness directed at their own people to foster relations. Unfortunately, while half of people were naturally immune to the attack, the other half were affected too much.

It was just a theory. Nothing could be proved. No government wanted to get to the bottom of the "attack" because their economies were booming; who would want to rid people of an illness that drove the rate of divorce to an all time low? It didn't matter if there were a few hiccups along the way.. As long as people were pushing out more babies, governments across the planet were more than happy to just create new laws to keep the death rates minimal ensure happiness amongst couples.

(Reader) prayed on their knees like fanatic, begging any God that may be listening, for years that they could be one of the Lovers instead of a Darling. They were terrified of the idea of becoming someone's Darling; becoming a prisoner to a loving murderer. No matter how perfect each family unit seemed to be, the young adult could see it in their father's eyes, the longing for the outside world, away from their mother. The suffocating love their mother drowned him in; the almost unnoticeable quiver to his smile.. (Reader) wished upon every single star in the sky that they could fall madly in love with someone, just so they didn't have to live through the rose tinted hell their father did.

But every crush they had was normal, none of the guys they thought were cute in highschool awakened some kind instinct in them. Eventually (Reader) turned 19 years old, and found out that they were engaged.

"To who??" (Reader) nearly barfed onto the dinner table. Their parents sat across from them, smiling happily from the good news they had just delivered to their child.

"He went to the same elementary school as you! Isn't that romantic?" Their mother cooed, poking her husband while doing so. "Apparently he's known since forever that you two are soul mates, but he's been too shy until recently to approach the Family Planning Bureau about his feelings~"

(Reader) gripped their thighs under the table while their eyes stung from the blossoming tears. ".. Do I have to meet him?" They asked quietly.

Although the building was painted bright blue and was surrounded by a beautiful, flowery landscape, it felt like a prison with it's tall chain link fencing.

The sorrowful expression on their father's sympathetic face burned into their retina so painfully, that every time they blinked while on the bus to their first meeting with their "fiance" they could still see it. He knew just as well as (Reader) did that there was no escape.

Even the walk towards a private meeting room past other Darlings felt like a death march. (Reader) could only hope that the "electric chair" wouldn't be too painful.

The kind guard opened a door, and a young man they did not recognize sitting inside immediately stood up, his face bright red.

His freckled and bespectacled face was almost hidden by his wavy, unbrushed hair. A smile stretched sweetly across his round cheeks, and (Reader) noticed that his blush went down his neck. "Ah- (Reader)! It's nice to- it's nice to meet you!"

It didn't matter that he was incredibly adorable: (Reader) was determined not to let their guard down.

"You said we went to elementary school together?"

"Yes-"

"-I'm sorry, but I don't remember you." They interrupted him, curt and to the point.

Instead of looking offended, his eyes softened and his smile became (somehow) warmer. "I'm sorry." He motioned to a seat near the table he was just sitting at. "I can explain everything.. if you give me a chance."

Reluctantly, (Reader) sat across from him. It was hard to deny that he was attractive, really being their ideal man, but they continuously bit the inside of their cheek to prevent themselves from feeling any sort of positive emotion. They knew better than to fall into this trap.

"My name is Anthony." His freckles almost disappeared entirely under his blush. "I'm sorry I never had the confidence to approach you.."

"Huh?" The confused teen forgot to hold their tongue. "Isn't it, like, frowned upon to talk to your Darling before registering with the bureau?"

Anthony rubbed his hands together nervously. "I - I really didn't want you to meet me this way.." He sucked in air between his teeth, looking faint. "I.. Do you believe in true love?"

A pang shot through (Reader's) heart. They remembered every time they would chase a crush, yearning for something true and genuine. Reading love stories from the days before the bureau, and wondering if that was what love was really like once upon a time. "No."

He sighed sadly. "I believe.. or at least, I want to believe in true love." Anthony sat straighter, staring into (Reader's) eyes with a shaky confidence. "I should have asked you out when I first met you in the fifth grade. I'm sorry I was too nervous to talk to you back then."

Vibrating adrenaline shook their system as they tried to make sense of what this stranger was saying.

"I wanted to ask you out, and take you on dates, and get to know you like in the old days."

"Why didn't you?"

His head fell slightly, obscuring his face entirely. "I thought that my feelings for you weren't strong enough.."

(Reader) suddenly felt as though they were connected with Anthony on a spiritual level; as though he was the only person in the whole world to understand them. The need for love, conflicting with the fear of not being a Lover, being destined to be labeled as a Darling. "Are you.." (Reader) dropped their voice to a whisper, "are you a lover?"

Sorrow filled Anthony's figure. Shoulders slumped, and back shuddering under his uneven, heavy breaths. "Would you report me if I wasn't?"

It was as if God had finally answered (Reader's) prayers. Their heart was racing; their head felt lighter than a cloud. Stuttering over their words, the young adult had to avert their gaze. "I don't remember you.. but I wouldn't mind getting to know you." Even though they didn't love him, Anthony felt like their one and only chance to fall in love naturally. To not be trapped like their father.

"Then.. I can see you again?"

(Reader) smiled. "Yeah.."

....

The second (Reader) left the room, Anthony's head hit the table with a loud bang.

It felt like he was going to vomit with how excited he was, and he couldn't contain his giggles any longer. Being in the same room as his childhood love was almost too much for him, and he almost ruined everything.

Anthony had worked so hard to make (Reader) love him.

He knew they liked shy, nerdy types, so he morphed into that. Destroying his eye sight so he could wear glasses, growing out his hair so he could always look slightly dishevelled, biting his tongue until it bled to force himself to stay in character.

Tears pooled around his nose on the table. He was smarter than the Lovers that made his precious (Reader) scared to be a Darling.

"I'm so happy..~" Anthony sobbed loudly in the empty room. "Please fall in love with me quickly~ Although, I don't mind waiting on you forever.. I want you to love me now..!"