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hi guys . just got home from work. god today was CRAZY. right as i left for work there was suddenly this massive massive thunderstorm, loud as fuck thunder and lightning everywhere and it was really scary i hate driving through normal rain as it is . i was like already running late for work and then on my phone i saw a message from someone who i literally never thought id hear from again. just fully thought i was dead to this person, and so like . it was nice to hear. but also filled me with anxiety. then i got to work and expected a really quiet shift cause we only had one booking, but then we had like a million walk ins so i was so fucking busy, but i was genuinely on my a-game, i feel like i did everything perfect i did, i did my job and most of my coworkers job really well . had a really really nice table with someone who i wanted to be friends with on it, but they left before i asked her for her instagram, but also the whole time i was working i was also overthinking everything, i was thinking about this person and how things went down and how things happened and i realised that deep down i really dont think im a good person . which is incredibly hypocritical because i dont think theres such a thing as a fully bad person. so i think im going back to therapy. and then mum texted me and asked if i could take dad to work tomorrow, (his cars broken down right now) which means ill need to be home by 8, which means the climbing session i planned on having tomorrow morning has to be pushed even earlier . it was gonna be 7 to 8 before, now it has to be 6:30 to 7:30 so i can get home in time . but its already 10:30pm so with me wakjng up at 6 theres no way im gonna get a good sleep. and then ill have to take dad to work, come home, hopefully nap and get some sleep, then go to lunch with the person i was talking about earlier, come home, try to nap some more, go to work, and hopefully throughout all that find the time to tell my mum i want to go back to therapy . so !!! theres that. anyway im gonna eat dinner now and try to sleep. you don't have to read tbis post i just .. needed to write things down
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Dick Grayson x South Asian!Reader HCs
requested | reader is fem; like with Jason's hc post, I tried to keep it non-specific to any country, hope i achieved thatđŹ
also it's barely mentioned but as a special treat: reader is trained in Indian classical danceđđđ
He loves watching Bollywood movies, but gets especially into the musicâŠlike really into it
This man becomes OBSESSED with Shreya Goshal; you come early one night to find him singing along to both parts of the duet Manwa Laage from Happy New Year while doing the dishes (which, if you don't know, is a very high-pitched song). He's so off-key but so into it you don't have the heart to tell him that your neighbors texted you to ask if a feral cat got loose in your apartmentđ
Then it escalatesâ he tries to learn Hrithik Roshanâs dance from Dhoom Again (which has nothing to do with the fact that you told him Hrithik Roshan was your childhood crush)
(if ur not desi, it starts at timestamp 0:38 I highly recommend watching it for full context it's incredibleâ if you are then I know you already know what i'm talking about LMAOO)
And since you're a dancer you learn it with him but heâs genuinely upset that itâs so easy for you but so hard for him
"I should be getting this! Do you know how bendy my body is?!"
For some reason I feel like he would love the strong female lead-type movies (probably because heâs so eldest daughter coded) so movies like Queen, Dangal, Chak De India, thatâs his jam, but he loves Kal Ho Naa Ho when he needs a good cry
If youâve ever seen those tiktoks of families who dress up their dogs and cats in traditional wearâŠyouâre doing that with Haley 100%
I think Dick is familiar with hair oiling because of his Romani background, but doesnât start doing it until you guys are dating because you do it regularly so he just starts joining you
OR he does do it, butâŠbadly. with one of those over-priced chemical-filled Sephora brands, and he doesnât even apply it correctly. The first time you see him do it youâre legitimately offended. You spend the entire afternoon teaching him the right way, first taking him to the Indian market (theyâre in new jersey so you know thereâs plentyđ) and collecting all the ingredients and explaining the benefit of each one, then going back to his place and showing him how to properly toast the herbs and spices and then warm the oil with them, how to massage it all throughout his scalp and find all the pressure points.
Heâs sooo attentive and genuinely interested, plus he just loves how passionate you are about this
He loves pani puri (obviously, heâs dick and theyâre balls WHO SAID THAT)
But seriously, you make them and heâs just throwing them back non stop
He calls you rani (queen), meri jaan (my love), pyaari (cutie I think)
Dick learns how to drape your sari for youâ he knows where all the pins go, where to make the folds and where to tuck in the fabric. He loves how happy it makes you and how you twirl in the mirror when heâs done. Once your relationship gets more serious, he loves to buy you new ones until you have all different styles for every occasion
He loves when you wear payals. You wear them once for an event, and he encourages you to wear them around the house because the sound they make when you walk is just so pretty
Another reason why he LOVES watching you dance. The ghungroos you wear make it all the more mesmerizing
Given how flexible he is from his acrobat training, heâs great at yoga. Much better than you, and you often require his help to get the positions right. He doesnât mind, though, as long as it means he gets to have his hands on you as he guides your body into the correct stance
Of course heâs learning your language so he can communicate with your relatives. That doesnât mean itâs easy, though
Most teaching sessions end with tears and/or yelling
âWHY ARE THERE SO MANY POSSESSIVE PRONOUNS??? WHY IS THERE ONLY ONE SPECIFIC SCENARIO FOR EACH ONE????â
âI DONâT KNOW DICK THERE JUST AREâ
In the least foot fetish-y way possible, he thinks the tradition of wearing toe rings is so attractive. When you tell him that only married women wear them, he considers proposing just for that reason (I mean he already has the ring, so whatâs he waiting for?)
Speaking of marriage (đ), heâs so excited for you to get his name hidden somewhere in your mehendi/henna. When youâre getting it done, he keeps trying to peek into the room to see if he can spot it until the artist gets fed up and locks him outđ
On your wedding night the first thing he does when you get a moment alone is start searching for it
You told him about the tradition of stealing the groom's shoes beforehand. You did not, however, tell him about the bargaining portion of the tradition
So when he and his siblings are "looking" for them (come on now, they're world class detectives, but they don't want to ruin the fun) and ultimately "give up" like "okay! you got me! where are they!" and your family starts talking about a 5-figure ransom to see them again...
He's going insane trying to tell them that his father is the billionaire, not him, but your relatives could not care less. And the whole time he knows exactly where they are but he doesn't want to be that person and make all your relatives hate himđ
He manages to coax them down to 4-figures
He wanted 3, but after your youngest cousin read him to filth ("Oh the trust fund nepo-baby can't spare some change? Is this the kind of husband you are? Is this how you plan to support your wife?"), he had no choice
You KNOW heâs doing a dance number at the reception. Bonus points if it's the Dhoom Again dance
And of course he wants you two to do a number together. When he tells you as much, he thinks it'll be fun and silly and a way to spend time togetherâ he's wrong.
Like a true Indian classical dance teacher, you are a DRILL SERGEANT. He gets transported back to his old Robin-training days, except Bruce is 8 inches shorter and wears 5 pounds of bells around his ankles. It's worth it for the end result, though.
You obviously eat him UP but he does a very good job
Which number? I'm SO glad you asked........
It's Kala Chashma
ok this really got away from me but i loved writing it. as for kala chashma i just thought it was funnyđbut if you have any other songs you think would fit i would LOVE to hear
#nightwing#batman#red hood#jason todd#dick grayson#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#batfamily#dc universe#dc comics#dcu#damian wayne#dc robin#robin#bruce wayne#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x y/n#tim drake#red robin#batfam#batboys
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love when this is referred to as the gifted kid website. shockingly my mental disorders made me mentally disordered and school never really vibed with that so. couldnât be me
#ppl always talking about their whatever grade reading level and how many books theyâd read as kids and im just over here likeđ§đœ#Iâve never been actually bad at english or reading but I couldnât focus on reading books to save my fucking life#I hated those sheets where you had to read like a certain number of books or whatever over the course of a semester or the year or whatever#my GATE test scores for english were super high but my math was bad enough that I never qualified#and adhd made me not even perform well in English half the time because I couldnât pay attention I couldnât read long books I couldnât turn#in my assignments or if I did they were late and etc etc etc#donât get me started with math#I was the worst in my class in third grade at minute math and never made it to the levels of minute math my classmates did#(they posted results on the wall for everyone to see)#and in 6th grade I was put into an additional remedial math class#throughout middle-high school I was at the level of most classmates in terms of the classes I took but thatâs only because I was not allowe#to fail and was put through absolute fucking hell with a billion tutors and grueling hours of extra work from them and blah blah blah#like I remember how I felt in those tutoring sessions and half the time I actually wanted to cry.#I didnât start doing solidly genuinely Good in school until senior year of high school.#not coincidentally around the same time I started taking adderall I think#I had accommodations by 9th grade but they didnât do that much except for the function that let me turn in assignments up to 2 days late#without penalty. which i had teachers question sometimes and i had to pull the Yeah itâs Literally Against The Law to not allow me this car#anyway. point is. i was never in the gate program and most of my friends were and it was mostly adhd related#adhd is considered such a quirky nothing disorder nowadays that I donât even like mentioning I have it really. because what people think of#when I say the term is Not what i actually dealt with and made school torturous and made my parents lash out at me for things and etc etc#depression and dysphoria did not help either. but I digress#Iâm not sure why im making this post#kibumblabs
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#85-90% of my friendships throughout my entire life were fake.#because i'm perfectly pleasant and fine to be around so people like me okay.#until i'm just a little too weird. until i'm just a little too offputting. until i feel just a little too hard.#until i fail to connect with someone in a ânormalâ way.#but i'm so nice and so hopeful and so trusting and so naive you'd feel so bad saying to my face you don't want me around.#so you ignore me and give me the false promises of âoh i'll see you again sometime we'll make plans!â and we both know it's a fucking lie.#if you knew my insecurities about you tore me apart you'd feel so bad. because i'm so nice and so pleasant#but that's all i'm fucking good for. i'm just pleasant and nice. i'm so pleasant and nice. and you don't have to care about me too much.#because i'm all whimsical and smiley and i like to giggle and talk your ear off but i can't connect with you. i can't connect with you. i ca#n't connect with you.#and then i lose the people who genuinely care about me to time. i want to throw up.#i'm so likeable. but i'm not loveable. i'm so nice and so pleasant.#i say nice things and give you compliments but when my whimsy borders on Too Much it's not okay anymore.#i break the rules of social norms and then you realize oh i'm really weird and my brain is weird so then you just kinda put me away.#like a toy. i'm everyone's favorite plaything until they outgrow me.#i'm sick of being outgrown because i refuse to let my sense of whimsy and simplicity of happiness die again.#i'm so nice and pleasant.
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me: you can't save me... Night Crawling by Miley Cyrus featuring Billy Idol: yes I can. I'm Night Crawling by Miley Cyrus featuring Billy Idol.
#NIGHT CRAWLIN!!!! SKY FALLIN!!!!! GOTTA LISTEN WHEN THE DEVIL'S CALLIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#what's wrong with craving attention under the disco ball....... fuck you#text post#miley#plastic hearts#billy idol's feature on this is so good though too#it's not just a starpower thing (like miley needed that?)#all of her collabs with older legacy artists (ha... she already was a legacy artist before she turned 30)#always feel like they come out of genuine respect and mutual admiration. they feel so inspired and well-fit#which is not something you see every time a younger pop star trots out an old boomer idol#billy idol is THE boomer idol. well. not really THE but certainly one of them#His Name Is Idol you gotta admit#i fuckin love plastic hearts#miley is so. i love her i have loved her since i was in first grade i will love her for the rest of my life#she is The Artist to me and she always will be#and she always rewards me for stanning her consistently throughout my whole life w good eclectic music. god bless
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#one last thing and then iâll shut up#id love buddie to go canon thatâs the preface for this#yes it would be great to have more queer representation and to see a show depict discovering queerness later in life#BUT#buddie not going canon is not a big deal#besides the fact that 911 has an absolutely beautiful queer main couple and has had queer minor characters throughout#but there are shows and media and stories specifically written by queer people for queer people#not that this wouldnât be nice but if what youâre looking for is good queer rep there is good queer rep out there#if what youâre looking for is some beefy hot men to fetishize then yeah this might be a loss for you#911 is not a show that is trying to authentically depict queer stories as itâs main focus#itâs a beautiful show that depicts healing and the inherent goodness of people in a really wonderful way#but itâs a first responder show intended for the general public#thereâs a reason henren gets the least screen time and nowhere near as many spicy scenes as they could#thereâs a reason queerness exists in 911 but isnât really delved into in the way that queer intentional media explores it#911 is a straight show for straight people#i would have genuine worries that in the tiny realm of canon buddie possibility that it would be like ls where their entire main mlm couple#becomes just about making out and getting steamy spicy instead of exploring what it means and feels like to be a queer person#okay iâm done#again donât agree just keep scrolling#meg shut up
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im finding that often when i stay up later than usual (like, until 3am instead of 1) my brain goes 'hey wanna think about hornblower again' and like. yes. but also ?? you still havent read commodore, you havent read or watched anything since late feb/early march, and you havent even really read any fanfic in that time bc you ""exhausted"" the specific sort of thing you like to read. what is FUELLING this???
#like i genuinely sat down at 3am this morning and thought at length about Maria Mason#i have many many thoughts about the way that relationship is written#bc how it changes depending on what order you read it in is interesting to me#in chronological order horatios a dick. and in fact the contrast between Atropos and Happy Return is almost startling#since in my reading Atropos was when Horatio was at his best as a husband and showing off that he could care#and the book ENDS with him making this clear statement of intent to love and care for Maria no matter what#and then you go to Happy Return and she's mentioned like 5 times throughout. one of which is literally#as hes making out with Barbara. like my god#but if you read PUBLICATION ORDER. then all the shittiness with Maria is with the foreknowledge that it doesnt work#that they arent a good fit and that she's dead. ykwim? the framing shifts#i dont think it really absolves horatio because he's a fucking asshole for that but like. yknow.#it was a very fun 40 minutes of procrastinating going to bed
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#tlou 2 spoilers////#i absolutely get that this is the point but there's something genuinely so hollowing and just. hurtful about joel's death#like he died brutally and now he can't make amends with his daughter everything that he fought for for so long doesn't matter bc he's dead#he got two years (stfu neil drunkman. two years??? two whole years??? shut the fuck up) of the silent treatment from the person he loved#most in the world#the one person he would (and has) fight to death to keep safe. and the SECOND he got a chance of making things right he's fucking dead#i have to make a post about this but i genuinely believe that the cruelty present as a theme throughout the entirety of tlou is not always#effective and at times can almost make you lose the point of the story#it's not just that bad things happen. bad things happen at the worst possible time in the most hurtful way#it's cruelty towards however is invested in the story and it's on purpose. sometimes it serves the narrative (joel dying for example.#although cruel it was necessary to move the story of the game along)#and sometimes it just feels like twisting the knife for no damned good reason (they really didn't even get a day to try?? not one??)#and the result is something that i find so so overwhelming and punitive#that it makes it honestly hard for me to even begin to try to make up my mind about wether i like it or not#it hurts!!!! it makes me feel Bad. and empry anc confused and lonely and pointless ans stupid#which honestly resembles what real world loss and grief are ig. but also it clouds what your story is#but ALSO going that entire way just to say forgive don't seek revenge<333 feels uh. anticlimactic#i also keep coming back to taking ellie's fingers. twisting the knife making what's worse bad#like some of it is just low hanging fruit. the girl was alone already you got tour point across. was that last bit necessary#but then some of the cruelty really fucking works#but ALSO if i think about this too much i honestly feel Void inside me. which is why i'm typing this in the first place just#insane tragedy that makes me feel Bad in a way i can't express#i am both sicked and terrified for sunday.oh well#talking tag;#the last of us;
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To everyone in the comments begging for a fic about this: PLEASE go read Heart of Gold with Blood-Red Eyes!!! Itâs by this artist and features Shadow in a similar dynamic with Fleetway Super Sonic, and it is fantastic.
#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#sonadow#NOW THEN IT IS TIME FOR MY REGULARLY SCHEDULED âLOSING MY DAMN MIND OVER YOUR ARTâ SESSION#i want to start off by saying that youâve done such an amazing job with the background!!#the color scheme is just wonderfulâand those spiderwebs on the wall are INCREDIBLY GOOD#(said as someone who has tried and failed to draw spiderwebs before LOL)#itâs funny to see charmy (as a superhero) and vector (as a pirate) just absolutely raiding the snack tableâŠ#they WOULD do that wouldnât they XD#tails also looks so cute and small!! i donât know why just his genuine smile is very sweet#AND YO KNIGHT BLAZE!!!! SHE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS#amyâs witch dress looks lovely too youâve rendered her full skirt so nicely#and it just brings me joy to see both omega and silver seeming genuinely invested in their conversation#NOW THEN! the main duoâŠhow do you draw the backs of their quills so wellâŠiâve heard thatâs a difficult angle to do but this looks perfect#also i cannot believe that youâve managed to give sonic three unique expressions and yet also show that undercurrent of smugness#that he has throughout the conversation leading up to the twist#and i know i yelled about shadowâs outfit in the vampire art you did early in october#but aughhhhh i LOVE his bat wing eye markings they just suit him so so well#honestly the vampire look in general does look fantastic on him#which is exactly whatâs so helpful for sonic with those blood-red eyes in the last panelâŠ#AND THEN THE ENDING ART. GRHRHRHRHRH GRAAHAHHHHHH RAAHHHHH I LOVE IT!!!!!!#WAIT I JUST NOTICED. ARE HIS BACK QUILLS TURNING INTO WINGS????? THATâS SOOOO COOL#plus the fact that sonic still has his cape and shadow doesnât really turns the tablesâbecause as much as shadow may seem like a vampire#when sonicâs in motion like this cape and everything? he looks every bit the vampire he is#but i also very much enjoy the fact that he looks like a silhouette against shadow showing how everythingâs fading into the background#EXCEPT for the bite. which is of course in the same neon green as the shock markings#and in general the posing of this and the way everythingâs so off balance just looks absolutely fantastic#actually um. orion if youâre still hereâŠi know i have so many other things to write but would you be interested in a tiny fic of this?#it wouldnât be anything big and itâd just be stuff weâve chatted aboutâbut seeing all the eager people in the notes justâŠ#âŠmakes me want to do something. no worries if not though! anyhow this piece is fabulous and i am officially out of tags XD
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for whom good omens is being written
Hey maggots and the rest of the fandom, it's the Good Omens Mascot here. Today I read a post about this tweet:
The accompanying video genuinely made me cry. And I've been thinking about this for a long while, as far back as February, when I saw a lot of conflicting opinions on what people wanted from the third season. It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry.
And I was reminded of some paragraphs from the Good Omens TV Companion, which I'd read in Amazon's sample excerpt of the book. I know this is a long post, but I really truly do think you all need to read these, I've done my best to select only the most important parts. Here you go:
'His Alzheimer's started progressing harder and faster than either of us had expected,' says Neil, referring to a period in which Terry recognized that despite everything he could no longer write. 'We had been friends for over thirty years, and during that time he had never asked me for anything. Then, out of the blue, I received an email from him with a special request. It read: âListen, I know how busy you are. I know you don't have time to do this, but I want you to write the script for Good Omens. You are the only human being on this planet who has the passion, love and understanding for the old girl that I do. You have to do this for me so that I can see it." And I thought, âOK, if you put it like that then I'll do it."
'I had adapted my own work in the past, writing scripts for Death: The High Cost of Living and Sandman, but not a lot else was seen. I'd also written two episodes of Doctor Who, and so I felt like I knew what I was doing. Usually, having written something once I'd rather start something new, but having a very sick co-author saying I had to do this?' Neil spreads his hands as if the answer is clear to see. 'I had to step up to the plate.' A pause, then: 'All this took place in autumn 2014, around the time that the BBC radio adaptation of Good Omens was happening,' he continues, referring to the production scripted and co-directed by Dirk Maggs and starring Peter Serafinowicz and Mark Heap. âTerry had talked me into writing the TV adaptation, and I thought OK, I have a few years. Only I didn't have a few years,' he says. 'Terry was unconscious by December and dead by March.'
He pauses again. 'His passing took all of us by surprise,' Neil remembers. 'About a week later, I started writing, and it was very sad. The moments Terry felt closest to me were the moments I would get stuck during the writing process. In the old days, when we wrote the novel, I would send him what I'd done or phone him up. And he would say, "Aahh, the problem, Grasshopper, is in the way you phrase the question," and I would reply, "Just tell me what to do!" which somehow always started a conversation. 'In writing the script, there were times I'd really want to talk to Terry, and also places where I'd figure something out and do something really clever, and I would want to share it with him. So, instead, I would text Terry's former personal assistant, Rob Wilkins, now his representative on Earth. It was the nearest thing I had.'
(...) As Neil himself recognizes, this is an adaptation built upon the confidence that comes from three decades of writing for page and screen. But for all the wisdom of experience, he found that above all one factor guided him throughout the process. 'Terry isn't here, which leaves me as the guardian of the soul of the story,' he explains. 'It's funny because sometimes I found myself defending Terry's bits harder or more passionately than I would defend my own bits. Take Agnes Nutter,' he says, referring to what has become a key scene in the adaptation in which the seventeenth-century author of the book of prophecies foretelling the coming of the Antichrist is burned at the stake. âIt was a huge, complicated and incredibly expensive shoot, with bonfires built and primed to explode as well as huge crowds in costume. It had to feel just like an English village in the 1640s, and of course everyone asked if there was a cheap way of doing it. 'One suggestion was that we could tell the story using old-fashioned woodcuts and have the narrator take us through what happened, but I just thought, âNoâ. Because I had brought aspects of the story like Crowley and the baby swap along to the mix, and Terry created Agnes Nutter. So, if I had cut out Agnes then I wouldn't be doing right by the person who gave me this job. Terry would've rolled over in his grave.'
And, finally, this paragraph:
"Once again, Neil cites the absence of his co-writer as his drive to ensure that Good Omens translated to the screen and remained true to the original vision. 'Terry's last request to me was to make this something he would be proud of. And so that has been my job.'"
I think that's so heartwrenchingly beautiful, and so I wanted you all to read this, too, just in case you (like me) don't have the Good Omens TV Companion. It adds another layer of depth and emotion to this already complex and amazing story that we all know and love.
Share this post, if you can, please, so that more people can read these excerpts :")
Tagging @neil-gaiman, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @orpiknight, even if you've definitely read these before :)
#good omens#neil gaiman#sir terry pratchett#good omens show#good omens fandom#good omens mascot#weirdly specific but ok#asmi
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#i'm gonna jot my thoughts here#i use this blog as an archive more or less of things i like. i browse through older shit a lot. i'm thinking this as a memento or a marker#cause ive spent a lot of time and thought with this subject. so. i think its only fitting since im forcibly and suddenly removing it#that i put my thoughts here and now down#no ones gonna see this and care much anyway. this is for me. past and present and future.#ahem. anyway.#fuck dude. four years for this?#i liked this guy because of how genuine he seemed. he told us not to rely on a cc for anything and set good reasonable boundaries#hes open with mental health struggles im familiar with and can resonate with the rest#he realized his audience was lgbt and decided to not only embrace that but also donate to charities for it#bro supports fuckin furries#and now im wondering if all of that was just to make him look good. if he really believed what he was saying#bc apparently all he cares about is his image? like damn#i dont think he was dishonest with all of it- in particular the mental health and like political standings. but.#the fact im even calling it into question is bad#he (throughout several years) and others (now) have proven just how manipulative and power hungry he is#this guy needs fucking therapy AT LEAST. which he says hes getting and has been at for a while now. with seemingly no progress thus far#but i believe in the improvement of individuals. people can change. they just have to want it. it doesn't seem like he does.#i hope therapy ends up good for him and/or he comes to his fucking senses. i cant move forward with him and i hate to lose this#if he shows Good and i mean Good improvement i might come back. idk. i might still be in denial or whatever#ill keep listening to some of his stuff too until it disgusts me eventually. ive deleted a lot of his shit from my playlists already#if sorry ends up posting ill watch the rest of that as well. cant imagine theyll make anything more after this season though#ill listen to the album once its out too i think. i cant let go of his art just yet#he can't stream can't imagine youtube so anything else is kaput#so outside of that. idk. only time will tell.#sigh. this sucks.
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So This Is Love
jason todd x fem!reader
aka you show each other what love is supposed to be like
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warnings: section 1: close-call panic attack for j, mentions of ptsd for j // section 2: implied sexual activity // section 3: mild angst w comfort // section 4: implied ptsd for j
He feels like his heart might burst through his chest.
The nightmare wasnât anything unusual for him, but it did feel particularly vivid tonight. It was more of a memory than anything, though. That same one that plays on a loop in his head throughout the night the more he tries to push it away during the day. It was the last thwack of the crowbar that had him jolt awake in bed.
You shift in your spot next to him, opening your eyes to see his rattled state. If heâd been in a clearer frame of mind he wouldâve lied to you. He wouldâve expertly leveled his breathing and told you everything was fine and to go back to sleep.
But instead, he looks over at you with wide eyes, chest heaving and shaking like he might start hyperventilating at any moment.
You shoot up from the bed, instantly on alert. This isnât the first time heâs had one of these nightmares around you, so itâs not hard for you to guess where this is coming from.
âJay? Whatâsâwhat do you need?â You know better than to try and touch him unprompted right now, youâve panicked enough yourself to know that sudden contact only makes it worse.
âIâI canât, Iââ Now he really looks like heâs about to lose all control of his breathing.
You sit up further, moving onto your knees. âHere, let meâcan I see your hand?â you ask gently, holding your own out.
He extends it to you without question, a tiny act of vulnerability that he couldnât have dreamed of doing in this state before he met you.
You flip his hand over, palm-up and start tracing lines over it in the moonlight. Youâre looking at his hand quite intently like thereâs something very important on it. Itâs enough to make him question what the hell youâre doing.Â
âI can read palms.â You tell him, simply.Â
âWhat?â His voice almost breaks, like heâs right at the edge of tears.Â
âYeah, my friend taught me. I can tell the future and everything.â You look up at him, fingers not stopping their trailing. âDo you wanna hear yours?â
All he can do is nod.
You smile and start to inspect his hand carefully, tracing over calluses and a few tiny scars. You draw your finger across the short, deep line parallel to his fingers.
âThis oneâŠsee the way it curves upwards right there?â He nods. âThat means youâre very resourceful and ambitious. Like a leader.â His breathing starts to slow as he watches you, trying to focus on what youâre showing him in the dim light from the window.
âAnd this one,â you trace the line that curves downwards in the middle, âThis one says that youâre strong and stubborn, which I can confirm,â he huffs out a laugh. Itâs little but itâs genuine. âBut it also means that youâre resilient. Youâre built to overcome things and bounce back even stronger because of them. Which I can also confirm.â
He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. He takes in a deep breath, watching you draw patterns across the base of his palm.
The sensation soothes him in a way that he frankly didnât know he could be soothed. He figures he usually canât, except when itâs you. He tries to match your breathing, syncing up with you. If anyone else tried to get this close to him when he was on the verge of a panic attack theyâd get punched, at best.
But youâŠyou always know how to help him. Heâs considered in the past that he did something really right somewhere down the line and you were sent to him as reward. Heâd racked his mind for hours of every good thing heâd ever done, trying to find one that could explain your presence in his life. For anything that could explain why he deserved you. He poured and poured over every memory he could dig up but couldnât find any good heâd ever done that surmounted to a single piece of the good in your heart.
There was a time when he wouldâve thoughtâwhen he did think that you were only in his life to be taken away as soon as he felt safe. That would certainly be in line with previous experiences. But you showed him quickly that you have this way about youâŠit makes those loud thoughts in the back of his head shut up and just listen. Listen to your words, your breathing, your footsteps, your laughâŠanything he could. Because it turns out, when he listens, he feels safe.Â
Heâs quiet for a long time, contentedly watching you work. He notices that at some point youâd stopped tracing the lines and began drawing designs instead.Â
He breaks the silence after several minutes, softly commenting, âYou donât know how to read palms.â
âNo, I do not.âÂ
But you continued to leave your invisible art on the palm of his hand just the same, both of you taking comfort in the sound of the other's breathing and the soothing feeling of each otherâs skin.
The radio plays lightly in the background, surrounding your night with soft ambience. Youâre working at the cutting board with tomatoes as Jason leans against the counter next to you, having just finished getting the pasta set up on the stove.
His hands find your hips, resting them there as he watches you work over your shoulder.
âWatch your thumb.â He comments when the knife gets a little too close for his liking.
You shrug him off, âI know how to do it.â
He eyes the way the knife stutters as you cut through the tomato, slicing through not very cleanly at all. âDoesnât look like it.â
You ignore him, elbowing him gently in the abdomen. Heâs joking, but heâs not. The skill level youâre displaying is only above Bruce and slightly below Tim, which is not great.
âWill you let me do it?â he asks you when he realizes thereâs going to be no improvement.Â
âFine.â You relent with faux annoyance.Â
You switch over to the stovetop, keeping a careful eye on the pasta as it cooks. Itâs quiet for a moment as he works, chopping with much more efficiency than you had. Â
âYou didnât have to stay here tonight, you know.â You say quietly, still intently watching the stove.
In spite of the music, your low volume does nothing to faze him as he continues his actions, âWhy wouldnât I?â
You stir the contents of the saucepan around. âWell, I know Roy wanted you to go outâŠâ
âNot missing much.â He mumbles, opening up the above cabinet to get out plates.
You lull your head to the side, âCome on, heâs your best friend.â
Jason frowns. âHeâs not my best friend.â
You turn your head towards him, âNo?â
He meets your gaze, frown consistent. âNo. You are.â He says it like heâs confused that you donât know that.Â
âOh.â You smile, âYouâre my best friend too.â
His eyes soften at that, a light smile gracing his lips. He knew that, and he knew youâd say it, but hearing it out loud justâŠdoes something to him.
You flick the stove top off, prompting him to on instinct reach for the Marinara jar and crack it open for you. He hands it to you and you accept with a smile, twisting it open the rest of the way as you turn back to the stove. The jar sputters as you open, spitting out sauce.   Â
âOh, shit.â You hiss, when the splatter hits your shirt.
He takes one glance at the mess on your shirt and pulls his own shirt off his back. Heâs tugging yours off just as fast, replacing it with his. Youâve barely processed what happened as he scans your body, eyes lingering on where his shirt stops at your thighs. âCan you wear this to bed tonight?â He asks, hands running over your waist.
You laugh, âReally?â
He meets your eyes, face serious. âYes.â He squeezes your hip, âYou look good.â
âIn your shirt.â You say with a knowing smile.
âIn my shirt.â He confirms.
You turn back to the stove to dish out the salsa, his hands skimming around your thighs as you do. He watches you as you work, though rather than watching your hands heâs fixated on the size of his shirt over you and how fucking good you look right now.Â
âOrâŠâ He sweeps his eyes over your legs before looking back up at you again. âDidâya turn the stove off?â
You tilt your head at him, âI didâŠ?â
He grins at you, lifting you up by your thighs til youâre a head above him. âGood.â He maneuvers you over to the counter, setting you on top. He brings your wrist up to his mouth to press a delicate kiss before dropping to his knees.
Youâve been laying in bed for at least three hours, bordering on sleep but never quite falling in. You and Jason had a little spat, though nothing insurmountable, it was still the biggest fight youâve had to date. Youâd tried going out (at night) to see your friend that was having a hard time, and yeah, you shouldâve told Jason you were going. It was only five blocks, give or take, but in Gotham at eleven oâclock at night, itâs a risk to say the least.
You shouldâve told Jason, you know. But he wouldnât have let you go or wouldâve insisted on putting hold on patrolling to accompany you. You always feel bad when he does thatâpeople could be getting hurt somewhere because you needed your boyfriend to walk you down the street. Unfortunately, it didnât matter in the end because he caught you red handed before youâd even made it a full block away. Of all the nights for him to come home early, it had to be this one.
He dropped down from the rooftop behind you and scared the absolute hell out of you, and you didnât even have time to be relieved that it was just him because he was on you in a flash.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing out here?â His voice was hard through the modulator, a rare tone for him to use with you.
âI justâmy friendââ he sounded tired and angry, sure signs that heâd really not had a good night so far which was probably all the more reason that you shouldnât have been out by yourself in the middle of the night.
âWhat are youâno! Go home. Now.â You wouldâve, you really wouldâve, but your friend called you crying about her boyfriend cheating on her again and she needed the in person support.Â
âJaââ Youâd cut yourself off, âItâs down the street, itâs fineââ He dropped his shoulders in a huff and faced you dead-on. You didnât need him to take his helmet off to know exactly how he was looking at you.
He dropped down and hooked his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you off the ground with no discernible effort. âWhaââ
He started walking before you were even fully planted on his shoulder, arm wrapping around your legs to hold you in place.Â
âHood! I am so fucking serious, put me down!â You swatted at his back and struggled in his grip, though in the back of your mind you knew it was a pointless effort. Even if you were a match in size, whatever mood heâd been pushed in was enough to guarantee that you had no chance.Â
He ignored you, not even pretending that you were giving him any difficulty with your squirming. He marched you back down the block to your apartment, not stopping until youâre outside your door. He set you down in between him and the entrance, digging into his pocket for his key.
He kicked the door shut behind him, finally letting you go. He wordlessly grabbed one of his spare guns and two cartridges of ammo from inside the closet by the door and turned back to you with a firm stance. âStay here.â
You immediately tried to push past him again, at that point more angry about him dragging you back here than about having to duck out on your friend. He stopped you, holding you by the arms, which led you to respond by raising your voice at him, âJason!âÂ
But he didnât waste any time letting you know how it is, âI will lock you in this fucking apartment. Stay. Here.â Him cursing at you like that was very rare and not a particularly good sign, so through your anger youâd made the decision that it was better to relent, for now. Your posture dropped and you frowned at him resentfully, a visible cue that you were giving in without you having to say it.Â
He stayed true to his word and locked the door on his way out, though knowing you could easily unlock it from the inside. Youâd trudged into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.  Â
Now you lay on Jasonâs usual side of the bed, partially because you do miss him, partially because the bed feels a little less empty when you canât see all the empty space. You know he was just trying to keep you safe after what was probably a rough start to the night, so you feel less than great that youâd yelled at him.
Your dwelling over the memory is interrupted by a quiet creak of the bedroom door. You blink up at him blearily, âJay?â You sit up, furrowing your brow. You didnât even hear him come home. âWhatâs wrong?â You figure he must be hurt to come in hereâitâs not unknown for him to sleep on the couch if he feels like he did something wrong or upset you.  Â
Your eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness, scanning over him for any injuries. Heâs out of his armor and in his regular clothes which means he must have showered already. And you know from dozens of nights patching him up that he always tends to his injuries before showering.
This leaves you confused, as you look up at him, waiting for an answer. âI canâtâŠI donât want to sleep without you.â He whispers, eyes on the floor.Â
You shuffle back into your usual spot near the wall and hold your hand out to him expectantly. Youâre still a bit cross with him, but you miss him too much to care right now.
It takes him a second to move, but he eventually lingers away from the door and makes his way to the bed. He takes your hand as he climbs onto the bed, letting go only when you lay down after him, staring up at the ceiling next to him.Â
You werenât entirely expecting him to wrap his arms around you and tug you into his chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind youâd assumed he would lay on his side and you on yours and that would be enough for him to fall asleep with. Instead, he tightens his arms and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You lay there in silence for a couple minutes, both thinking.
âYouâre mad.â He mumbles into your shoulder after a while. You know he feels badly about the dispute, you knew it while it was still happening. As hard as he tries, heâs not very good at hiding his emotions. Not with you, anyways.
You shrug slightly. âBarely. Iâll get over it. This is more important.â
He picks his head up to look at you, âI love you. You know that?â
You wiggle out of his grip a bit, making him frown. You use the new space to flip over to face him, before placing his arm back around your waist. You peek up at him, looking him in the eyes, âI do. You know I love you. Even when we fight.â
He looks at you like heâs a bit thrown off by your words. âIâm sorry. It was justâŠit was a rough nightâŠIâIâm sorry.â He tells you dolefully. Â
You shake your head, frowning. âDonât be. I shouldâve texted you.â
âItâyeah. Please. I just worry about you.â He looks so sad and it makes you feel somehow worse.
âI know,â you whisper, âIâm sorry.â Â
âDonât be.â He kisses your forehead, not moving away after.
You feel like you can finally relax and your tense body doesnât take long to slacken in his hold. Soon after, he does the same, both of you closing your eyes. You feel your heart slow and your mind starts to find a space of peace.   Â
Jason didnât get it at first.
Honestly, he didnât really realize that you noticed things about him that even he didnât see.
Your neighbor was having their place remodeled and you knew there would be construction going on near your apartment all day.
Jason didnât really care, planning to bury his head under the pillow and trying to sleep through it. You however, seemed very adamant about getting out of the apartment that day. Youâd left hours before the construction crew had even gotten there, telling him it was a nice day out.
It was an alright day, but he let you have your way.
You held his hand as you walked down the street, looking into shop windows and commenting on things you think heâd like.
You led him into a book store excitedly, telling him about how the author heâd been binging had just published something new. He didnât even know that.
You were browsing the sections, flipping through books as you went. You peered across the shop at a kid holding an absolutely massive pile of books, who was clearly struggling to keep them in his arms.
His mother tried to help him but he shook his head and strided away independently, albeit very slowly. The weight of the books though, did get the best of him, and you could tell by the quivering in his arms that he was going to drop them.
âLoud noise.â You said quickly, seemingly out of the blue. Jason turned to you, confused, before seeing the stack the books splat flat onto the ground. It was indeed a loud noise.
He tilts his head at you, though youâre still busy watching the little boy as he throws his head back in frustration.
âWhat was that?â
You look at him, âHe dropped his books.â
âYeah, I saw. But whyââ
His question gets cut off by the kid bursting into tears, wailing. You turn back to look at him, your gaze getting caught by the new book youâd been telling him about. âOoh!â
You grab his hand and pull him over with you, smiling widely when you have the book in your hands. The sight of you makes him feel so warm so fast that he forgets about the odd interaction all together.
A couple hours later, you sit outside a cafe and eat lunch together, his back to the road, you sitting diagnal to him.
Heâs telling you about the shit Damian got in trouble for at school last week, holding your hand with his right hand and eating with his left.
âHe thinks heâs not going to get expelled for pulling shit like that every other week, itâs ridiculous.â He says, tossing his napkin down on the table.
Your smile is wavers as your eyes move past his shoulder looking down the block before widening, âCarââ
The sudden noise startles him enough to make him visibly jump, hand flying to where his holster would be. He looks over at the fender bender, shoulders relaxing.
He turns back to you to find your eyes looking far more worried than they should. You seem to be scanning his face, looking for something and heâs about to ask you whatâs wrong when it sinks in.
He does get scared by unexpected loud sounds, doesnât he? He never really thinks of it until it happens, but his mind is trained to expect gunshots or crowbars making impact.
It doesnât happen often, but it noticeably takes a little piece out of him when it does.
âYouâŠâ he tries, but falters. Heâs not even sure heâs processing this right.
Heâs never seriously tried to fathom that you love him half as much as he loves you, though love doesnât feel like a strong enough word. He lives and breathes for you, youâve become a lifeline heâd been stranded without for most of his life. But now you're here and youâre everything, youâre in his head all the time, in every emotion he feels.
He thinks heâs here for you, that he was brought back from the dead because of you. You canât possibly understand how much his heart is full of you, he doesnât understand it himself.
He knows you love him, heâs gotten that through his head. But he canât get a grasp on the idea that heâs equally matched in the who loves who the most battle.
Do you really care that much about him to go out of your way to keep track of things that might startle him? He knows thereâs a million things about you that are in the back of his mind at any given time, but surely you donât operate that same way with him?
Do you?
Thereâs this burning in his heart that aches and it only gets stronger when he sees you looking at him like that. So genuine. With care, with love.
He squeezes your hand, âI love you. More than anything.â
The look on your face sinks back into that sweet, adorable look that heâs so used to and it makes him want to scream.
You smile that bright smile and it sends his heart rocketing into oblivion. âI love you.â You squeeze his hand back, âMore than everything.â
He feels like his heart might burst through his chest.
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Synopsis: How the JJK men treat you while pregnant (spoiler warning- they dote on you.)
An: This is my formal apology for writing Nanami angst on the âBabyâs first wordsâ post đ it will never happen again (can we stop with the death threats now?)
SATORU âą SUGURU âą TOJI âą SUKUNA âą NANAMI
SATORU
Oh, your loving husband is all over you while youâre pregnant. He genuinely has such a cute fascination with all the changes your body is going through. He seriously thinks youâre so strong for carrying his heir.
He loves rubbing your bump. In fact, he will always be touching it in some form or fashion while you two are together. When heâs away on missions, he has you send him pictures and updates on your pregnancy as if anything major has changed in a couple of days.
You best believe he is ready to indulge you on your every craving, no matter how strange. Itâs three a.m and youâre crying because you need that specific brand of chicken wings and a can of whip cream? Heâs heading to the store immediately to fetch whatever you tell him to.
He genuinely worries about being a good dad. Many nights he lays his head on your bump and talks to you about how teaching didnât come naturally to him. He wasnât born knowing how to meet people where theyâre at. He use to expect people to be able to meet him on his level. He worries that he may inadvertently put a lot of pressure on his kid, and thatâs the last thing he wants due to how he was raised. He just wants his kid to be a kid.
Heâs the best, most loving and compassionate dad to your baby, more than you could ever hope for. Even if teaching didnât come to him naturally, being a father did.
SUGURU
Heâs such a âsit down and let me do it for youâ while youâre pregnant. He cooks, cleans, works, and tends to you completely throughout your pregnancy.
Suguru gets hyper fixated on your health during pregnancy. He only feeds you the yummiest and healthiest foods while youâre pregnant. He encourages for you to sit on the yoga ball and do (very) light exercises. He just wants the best for you and his baby.
Whenever I said he tends to you, I genuinely mean he tends to you. Heâll gently brush your hair at night time, rub your back when your belly is becoming heavy to carry around, serve your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, carries around emesis bags and breath mints for if you get morning sickness while you two are out.
This man is the king of enforcing your boundaries to people when they donât listen. That really annoying family member that insists on being there for the birth even though youâve already explained to them that you want this to be an experience for just you and Geto? Yeah, heâs made it very clear to them that they will not be at the birth if they want to be in your kidâs life.
He is absolutely not afraid to hurt feelings if it means his wife and future child are safe and cared for. He really donât give a fuck who anyone else is. You and his child are first priority.
TOJI
Toji is definitely the type to express his love and devotion for you in other ways than the most conventional methods.
He is so incredibly gentle while youâre pregnant. He doesnât rile you up as much or play fight with you anymore. He constantly reminds himself that youâre carrying another life inside you and that you have enough on your plate.
This man⊠whew does he love seeing you pregnant. Tojiâs the type of man to feel so feral when he looks at you heavily pregnant with his kid.
He adores your body. Heâll rub lotion all over you and oils to help your skin accommodate to the stretch of carrying a kid. He massages your body and absolutely worships it while heâs rubbing the lotion and oil on you.
Your breasts are sore? Heâll gently massage them until they feel better. Your back hurts? Heâd be the type to lift your bump up and take the weight off you for as long as you ask him to so you can feel relaxed for a few minutes.
And look this is probably TMI but like, if you got a clogged milk duct due to breastfeeding, Toji would unfortunately be the type of man to fix that issue with his mouth. iâm sorry but he would.
Final thing is, you better believe that he doesnât allow anyone to get too close to you. He is so unbelievably protective over you while youâre pregnant. If he could, heâd lock you up at home to prevent anyone from getting close to you.
SUKUNA
On the outside, he acts very nonchalant and unbothered by your pregnancy. On the inside, he is constantly plagued by the thought that your body may not be able to carry his heir. The thought of losing you or his child haunts him.
He will secretly observe and take notes on your body and how it is changing. If he catches you expressing any sort of short windedness, he will immediately send you off to bed rest. Though, youâre usually able to convince him to take you off of it by the next day.
The only servant he trusts to tend to you is Uraume. No one else in his court is allowed to be anywhere near you unless he gives specific instructions. Still, he hates leaving you in the care of Uraume. He trusts them, but he wants to be the one to take care of you.
He loves holding your body close to him at night. All four arms are wrapped around you and holding you closely. Since he doesnât need much sleep, he will stay awake rubbing on your tummy all night long. One time, he felt the baby moving in your stomach while you were asleep. He was so intrigued that he woke you up and told you to âmake them do it againâ.
Now, he will randomly approach you at any given time while youâre heavily pregnant and hold his hand out so he can feel his baby moving around inside of you. It soothes his worry.
During birth, Sukuna was a complete mess. The amount of blood lost during birth fucking terrified him. He was panicking and yelling at anyone to do something to save you, even while everyone was assuring him that youâre okay and this was natural.
After 9 long excruciating months of extreme worry and constant fear, he finally feels peace when heâs cradling a newborn in his arm and a sleeping wife in the other arm. All of his hard work to protect you paid off he thinks.
NANAMI
Oh, to be pregnant by the king of domestic love himself.
Nanami is the type of man to immediately start working on a nursery for you as soon as you reveal to him that youâre pregnant. He immediately changes the guest bedroom into a nursery that you design for your little baby.
He reads up on all the parenting books and articles. Heâs constantly compiling things to either do or to not do during pregnancy and even while raising a kid.
Like Geto, he tends to your every need. He is a total house husband all while working 40 hours a week. When heâs at work, he is constantly calling and texting you to make sure that youâre okay and taking care of yourself, but letâs be fr he literally did everything for you before he even left for work (meal prepped for you, set out your clothes for you, put out all your self care items in case you want to bathe).
When you express concerns of your body getting bigger to him, he does everything in his power to show you that he loves and respects your body for creating life. He literally cherishes and worships your body for hours if you let him.
Like Toji, Nanami is protective over you. He constantly has an arm around you if you two are in public, and he watches everyone who dares to get close to you like a hawk. If he gets a bad vibe about anyone, heâs immediately stepping in front of you and taking over the conversation.
Nanami is the best partner to have during birth. His reading of articles during your pregnancy really paid off. He is supportive without being overbearing. He listens to your needs and tends to you without question. Constant praise and encouragement while youâre giving birth. The moment he gets to snuggle with you and the baby is the moment he realizes that he cultivated the life of his dreams. He has the family he always wanted.
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daddyâs little devils.
when dealing with not only one, but two mini versions of your husband is a type of chaos you never saw coming. but with him by your side, thereâs nothing else in life you couldâve ever wished for.
pairings. ryĆmen sukuna, fem!reader genre. domestic fluff, slice of life, explicit smut cw. dilf!sukuna, profanity, explicit smut, mommy/daddy kink, breeding kink, fellatio, spitting, unprotected, creampie, 18+ notes. 4.5k. just bcos i had to write dilf!sukuna version of this fic. enjoy >:D i was smiling throughout writing this! reblogs are highly appreciated!
Sukuna as a husband was unexpectedly romantic. Despite his cold and indifferent demeanor towards others, sometimes bordering on snarky and arrogant, he displayed a surprisingly soft side when it came to you. A really, really soft and incredibly clingy side, one where he always wants you by his side and becomes grumpy the moment you leave him alone for even a few minutes, claiming and whining about how you no longer love him. That was a hidden facet of his personality that no one else knew, a side that made him appear submissive to his wife rather than the other way around.Â
But to be honest, you loved that about him. You absolutely, with all your heart and soul, adored that about him.Â
However, Sukuna as a father was quite the mischief-maker. And having to deal with three versions of him in your life certainly didnât make things any easier.Â
âRyomen Sukuna⊠your sons,â you exclaimed, your voice tinged with exhaustion as you burst through the front door, âare a menace.â
Your husband was lounging on the sofa when you came home, an iPad in hand, watching as you kicked off your shoes and juggled with your bag and the twinsâ belongings.
âHey, baby,â he regarded you with a bemused expression. âWhat did they do this time?â
You didnât even know where to begin. In all honesty, the question should have been: what did they not do?
âUgh! My head hurts.â As soon as you released the bags onto the floor, you sank onto the couch, frustration evident in your visage as you ran a hand through your hair. âRaiden stabbed a classmate in the back with a crayon,â you recounted in disbelief, âAnd Ryuji drew your âtattoosâ all over himself with the teacherâs marker.â
Right on cue, the two little devilsâhis twin boys, his exact carbon copiesâbarreled into the house like the troublemakers they were. Â
âPapaaa!â the twins chorused, leaping into their fatherâs lap the moment they saw him.Â
Sukunaâs smirk blossomed into a grin, clearly amused and somewhat proud of his mini-meâs. âAww, look at my little tattoo artist!â He applauded with amusement as he carried one twin on his lap. âThatâs awesome, Ryuji!â Then, he turned to Raiden, who awaited his praise as well. âAnd Raiden, Mama said you stabbed someone? I bet your classmate was being a jerk, huh? Good job!â
The twins and their father bonded over the mischief, with Sukuna ridiculously acting as an instigator rather than reprimanding them. Just when you thought things couldnât get worse. Was he actually entertained with this whole ordeal? Jesus. You shot Sukuna a glare, finding the situation far from amusing. And as soon as he caught sight of your serious expression, his face softened into an apologetic stance, silently mouthing the word, âsorryâ.
âRyo, stop monkeying around,â you stated firmly, crossing your arms. âTheyâre causing trouble, and you do realize I had to endure a lecture about their unacceptable behavior, right?â
Only when he noticed the genuine concern in your voice did he shift his tone slightly, though you could see a hint of playfulness remaining. With your husband clearing his throat and adjusting in his seat, it seemed like he was merely putting on a show of being a âstrict dadâ in front of you, while secretly shooting winks at his sons as if to say he was just playing around.
âAlright, alright,â he began putting on an act, addressing his twins, âYou two are grounded. Go to your rooms. Now.â
Instead of showing any fear, the twins giggled as they dashed out of the living room without a care in the worldâtheir tiny footsteps echoing all over the house as they ran recklessly. They didnât even listen when you shouted at them to be careful. And now you couldnât help but cross your arms, clearly dissatisfied with how your husband handled the situation in jest.
âBaby, come on,â he coaxed, drawing you closer and enveloping you in his strong embrace. You could feel his chin resting on your shoulder as he placed a kiss on your cheek. âI understand your frustration. Theyâre naughty when they want to be. But you have to admit, theyâre showing some⊠initiative.â
Raising an eyebrow, you watched as he struggled to suppress a laugh at his own words. âInitiative? Theyâre supposed to be learning how to share and play nice, not how to terrorize their classmates!â
âRight, right. Of course,â he murmured, attempting to ease the tension with a gentle massage on your shoulders. âI understand. Iâll have a talk with them, mommy. Letâs not get angry now.â
The dilemma here was your desire to maintain the facade of a strict mom, to avoid the embarrassment of picking up your kids from daycare for causing yet another trouble. You loathed the judgmental stares from other parents, the silent accusation that you and your husband werenât disciplining your children properly. It was as if they viewed you as terrible parents. Like you didnât raise your kids right.Â
At first, their opinions didnât bother you; after all, they knew nothing about your family beyond the PTA meetings youâve had to attend. But time and time again, after having to offer countless apologies to the parents of your sonsâ classmates and the teachers who had to deal with them, their scrutiny was starting to get into your headâthat perhaps you werenât as strict as you thought. Perhaps you were too lenient. Perhaps you needed to assert your authority over your children so theyâd learn to listen to you.
Yet, despite your resolve, you couldnât resist the charm of your twins. They were just too adorable for their own good. And, well, their dad wasnât exactly lacking in the charm department either.
With a sigh, you leaned against his chest. âI just want them to grow up to be good, not little terrors.â
Sukuna tenderly lifted your chin, planting a soft, affectionate kiss on your lips. âI promise, theyâll turn out great. Letâs not be too hard on them.â
~~
You had to acknowledge Sukunaâs efforts and give credit where itâs due. After he had promised to âtalkâ to the kids, you did notice a marked improvement in their behavior since then. You and your husband used to take turns picking up the twins from daycare, but recently, he had insisted on doing it more frequently than you, saying that as his latest project had been completed, he now had more available time to pick up the twins after work.
You suspected the real reason behind his request was to alleviate your stress from constantly dealing with your sonsâ antics. Knowing him, Sukuna also wanted to gauge the current atmosphere at the school by having conversations with the teachers and other parents to ensure there were no issues like bullying or other serious matters.Â
With that solution in place, Raiden and Ryuji became much less of a handful, and the main reason being the reward system that Sukuna had implemented for the kids, where he promised to buy them expensive toys if they earned stars for good behavior each week.
So that was how it went for the next two weeks. No calls from distressed teachers, no calls from concerned parents. In fact, the twins eagerly showed you their progress and proudly displayed the stars on their hands each time they received them. You couldnât help but swell with pride at their accomplishments, because as small as they were to some people, they were huge achievements for you and your husband as their supportive parents.Â
At least, you could relax for now. With the twins having toned down their mischievous shenanigans, your mind was more at ease. To be fair, they might seem like little devils wherever they went, but when they were peacefully sleeping like they were now on the couch, they appeared as absolute angels in your eyes.Â
The living room was bathed in a dim light, with the glow of the TV screen illuminating their cute, little faces as they snuggled up together on the couch, in their peaceful slumber sandwiched between you and your husband. They had dozed off before the movie ended, and now, with the credits rolling, your family movie night concluded earlier than expected.
âMy precious babies,â you cooed in a hushed voice, gently stroking Ryujiâs cheek and planting a kiss on Raidenâs nose. Their eyes, their brows, their nose, their lipsâevery detail was taken from their father, and nothing from you. But you didnât mind, because you knew just how strikingly handsome they would be when they grow up. âLooks like our little troublemakers couldnât make it to the end of the movie.âÂ
Sukuna chuckled softly and glanced down at his sleeping sons with a fond smile. In holding his family close, he could feel that blissful warmth flooding his heart at the sigh of his wife and his kids snuggled together. âTheyâre tired today. Didnât even last an hour into watching Megamind.âÂ
You smiled, carefully rising from the couch so as not to disturb the sleeping twins. The moment you caught your husbandâs eye, you gestured for him to lift Raiden into his arms. âLetâs get them to bed.â
âYes, maâam.â He nodded, scooping up Raiden, while you lifted Ryuji, and together you carried your kids to their room.Â
After tucking each twin into bed and giving them a final kiss on the forehead, you motioned for your husband to quietly exit the room with you. He was still adjusting the AC for their comfort before following you out close behind. The lights in their room now completely switched off.Â
âTheyâre out like a light,â Sukuna whispered as both of you made your way towards the master bedroom.Â
You stifled a yawn, stretching your arms. âFinally, some peace and quiet.âÂ
âNuh-uh,â countered your husband, who was now grinning mischievously as he stopped in his tracks and grabbed you by the waist. âNot so soon, wife.âÂ
Before you knew it, you were pressed against the wall, a mere few inches outside your bedroomâs door, caged between your husbandâs toned arms as he looked down at you like a lion looking at its prey. His animalistic gaze never failed to send you into an orbit of weakness, like always. âH-Hey.âÂ
A teasing smirk then appeared on his handsome face. âYou know, babe, now that the boys are asleep, we could really make good use of this time.âÂ
âReally, now?â You held back a chuckle, cheeks heating up from the wanton desire on your husbandâs eyes. As you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, you didnât realize that such action only caused him to go even crazier than he already was.Â
âDammit.â His eyes danced in lust as he stared at your cleavage when you crossed your arms. He had good self-control, too. That was⊠until he couldnât resist it anymore. He had to have his hand squeeze one breast gently, fondling the rounded mass like they were his personal stress balls. âAre you ovulating, honey? They look huge.âÂ
You werenât sure as it had been while since you tracked it, but your breasts did feel heavier lately. And sore, too, because he was kneading them. âHmm. I might be expecting my period soon.âÂ
Very playfully, Sukuna leaned forward to trail kisses along your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke, âWhat do you say we add another one to the bunch?â was his whispered suggestion, âA little girl, maybe? I know a few positions.âÂ
âAre you serious?â You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh. âWith these two little devils wreaking havoc, you still want to add more chaos to the mix?âÂ
His finger was already looping around the strap of your nightgown, pulling it down with a salacious upward curve of his lips. âYou know you love the chaos, babe.â You could feel his hands moving to grab a handful of your buttocks, squeezing your bum eagerly. âPlus, imagine all the mischief our little girl could get up to.âÂ
You couldnât help it eitherâthe desire, the tension. Not to mention, your husband was looking undeniably hot right now, with the muscles on his chest pressing against yours, making you want nothing but to see him shirtless again. Those toned abs, those muscular arms. God. His lips were also soft and sweet when he pulled you into an open-mouthed kissÂ
âYou are,â you mumbled in between kisses, breathing heavily against his mouth, âvery naughty, mister.âÂ
You felt him smirking through your kiss before he grabbed your thighs, and lifted you up so you could wrap them around his waist. The kissing, the very intense kissing, with his tongue rolling against yours and you moaning against his mouth, was already as erotic as it could get. When was the last time you two had sex? Last week? You couldnât remember which specific day it was, but you did recall it being only a quick one in the shower. This time, it definitely wouldnât be a quickie as he seemed to have plans in giving you a sleepless night.Â
Sukuna carefully placed you down in your king-sized bed, pulling his shirt off and once again crawling above you to hungrily meet your lips with his. And did you mention he was a good multitasker? As he nibbled on your lower lip, breathing you in like you were an addicting drug he couldnât get enough off, his fingers were also rubbing your clothed entrance, pulling your underwear to the side to touch your moist cunt.Â
âMhmmâ!â
Two fingers entered you without warning, and he pulled away from the kiss to look at the face you were making as he used his digits to find your sweet spot. âYouâre so fuckinâ hot, Y/N.âÂ
You arched your back, spreading your legs wide open to give him full access to your core. The moment he was able to reach your g-spot, you could feel your lower abdomen coiling from the intense wave of pleasure that was coursing through your body. âNghhâyes, daddy. Thatâs it!âÂ
A few more pumps, hard and fast, had you gasping for air like a fish out of the ocean. He seemed to have loved the sight too, as he kept his dark, sultry eyes fixed on you while he fingered you like there was no tomorrow. âYouâre one hot mama, arenât you?â he asked, withdrawing his fingers and sucking on them to taste your slick. âCan I fuck your mouth, baby?â
ââMmkay,â you answered, pulling yourself up to help him rid himself of his pajamas. The sight of his bulgeâhis big, angry bulgeâmade you all the more excited. You had seen him many times before and knew just how huge his member could grow when aroused, but it still didnât change the fact that seeing his fully erect cock surprised you every single time. Because it was thick, it was long, it was meaty, it was veiny. âGosh, lovey. Youâre huge.âÂ
He obviously liked hearing that. Not only did you inflate his ego, it also made him desire you even more as he positioned his shaft on your face, pulling your hair into a ponytail. âOpen your mouth.âÂ
Like a good girl, you did as told. And your eyes went wide as he forced his cock inside, thrusting balls deep in and out of your mouth. He was doing it roughly to the point where your eyes pooled with tears because your gag reflex kept on fighting back. You couldnât even taste him properly because your saliva was coating his entire length, but you couldnât stop yourself from smiling in satisfaction as you watched your husband throw his head back from the utmost pleasure of being inside your mouth.Â
âAh, fuck. Fuck.â He cussed multiple times, jostling his hips before pulling his member out. âYour mouthâs so warm.âÂ
For a moment, you replaced your mouth with your hand, an elbow propped on the other as you stroked his girthy length. You jacked him off at the pace you knew he preferred, and placed your tongue flat on the swollen pink head like it was a lollipop. You were kissing the tip with your eyes staring back at him, ultimately driving him into insanity. âLike that, daddy?âÂ
âFuck yes,â he grunted, his vulgar thoughts now consuming his actions as he grabbed your chin up, only to then spit in your mouth. âIâm gonna get you pregnant tonight,â he declared in a deep, raspy voice, âGonna fill up that pretty little pussy with my cum.âÂ
Damn, heâs serious about it?Â
As embarrassing as it may sound, you could feel your pussy clenching from his lewd words. âYou want a baby girl for real?âÂ
Your husband lowered himself down to meet your level, undressing you impatiently like a rabid dog who was ready to bite its victim. And in your naked glory, he then spread your legs apart and rubbed his shaft in between your labia. âI do,â he said, puppy eyes hoping for you to say yes, âI want a baby girl, please. Please. Please.âÂ
Could you even resist this man?Â
You gave him an answer by nodding, holding your smile by biting your lower lip as you watched your silly husband reach through the nightstand in search of the lube. Because he was too crazed with excitement, a couple packs of unused condoms fell out of the drawer as he grabbed the strawberry-colored tube.Â
âTake it easy. Jeez,â you teased.Â
âYouâre driving me nuts here.âÂ
You decided to tease him even more by touching yourself, your fingers doing circular motions on your clit as your husband coated his entire length with the water-based lube. The smell of artificial strawberry permeated through the air, and with it being your favorite scent, you felt more stimulated than ever. âMmm. I want you inside me now, lovey.âÂ
âWhat mommy wants, mommy gets,â he joked, manhandling both your legs into placing it above his shoulders and putting you into his favorite position. The classic missionary. âAh, shit.â He buried his member agonizingly slow. âWhy⊠are⊠you so damn tight tonight?âÂ
Maybe because you were clenching around his cock, squeezing his angry member with your velvet walls and giving him that extra good grip he always went absolutely wild for. âA-Aah! Y-You love it.âÂ
âFuck, yeah.â He began thrusting now. Using his thumb to spread your slit apart, he delighted in seeing his cock go in and out of your entrance, watching the full length be swallowed by your cavern entirely. And he was going from slow and sensual, to rough and fast in less than a minute.Â
He was just far too deep inside. Now, you were losing hold on your sanity as with every jostle of your body, your insides were also reacting more and more violently with your knees and thighs shaking. The skin slapping sounds were bouncing across the room, and you were hoping, praying, that your soundproof walls worked well enough not to wake your innocent twins. Because at this rate, you were going to squirt all over their father. It had been sometime since you felt the need to pee during intercourse, but that also speaks of just how intense Sukuna was plowing his hardened cock inside of you.Â
âD-Daddy, I⊠IâmâŠâÂ
He attached his mouth on your right tit, playing his tongue around the nipple. âMhm⊠Youâre so sexy, mommy.âÂ
Two little boys. And your husband still wonât stop until he gets his little girl.Â
Your mind was a whirlwind that night. The events that followed became such a blur because your pleasure overpowered your ability to think straight. All you could remember was Sukuna releasing his warm load into your womb after chasing his climax, and immediately after, he had your body twisted around and positioned into what he refers âthe undefeatedâ doggy style.Â
Gosh, he was telling the truth when he said he was going to fuck you all night with no breaks in between.Â
Because now, you were on all fours, being pounded from behind as you had your hands gripping the sheets each time he propelled his body forward. He was shoving his cock from behind like it was his day job, already familiar with the perfect angle and depth in which he had to rut you in. With his hands holding your hips in place, he raised one leg on the mattress, and the other knee still intact, to fuck you senseless.Â
âMmmâAah! Haah!âÂ
The deeper he penetrated you, the lower your upper body went. You were now in a position with your chest down low, and your ass up high so that he could see your hole in a much, much better view. âYou think you can take ânother round after this, babe?â he asked, breathless as he reached forward to squeeze your tit. âI donât wanna push your limits.ïżœïżœïżœÂ
âI-I donât t-think I c-canâŠâ
You could hear his deep chuckle despite your frenzied state, and soon enough, he was increasing the speed of his thrusts once more, cursing and moaning while doing so, before shooting thick ropes of seed inside your cunt.Â
He collapsed next to you right after that, while you were completely limp in labored breaths as you lay beside him. The feeling of his semen dripping out of your pussy had you reaching for your husbandâs arm, pointing towards the box of tissue with your half-lidded eyes. You were too sore to move.Â
Sukuna immediately got the cue. âI got it,â he said, pecking your lips before doing the task of wiping the mess on your body. And as soon as he was able to clean you off, he quickly went back beside you, pulling you into a sweet, husbandly embrace. âGood night, beautiful.âÂ
You hummed in your drowsy state, his chest becoming the perfect pillow for your head to sleep on. âNight, night, handsome.âÂ
~~
Good lord was his body sore.Â
But was that the greatest fucking sex he has ever had? Hell yes. It was so good that he even dreamed of it.Â
As the morning sun streamed through the curtains, the aftermath of your passionate night was evident in the tousled sheets and sleepy smiles that you both had that morning. He still had you in his arms, your body secured around his as he pressed his lips into your temple.Â
âGood morning, my love.âÂ
You stirred awake, blinking sleepily as you stretched beneath the warmth of the covers. He could tell you were still groggy from last nightâs events, and he was a hundred percent certain that you were also too sore to walk. âMorning, lovey.âÂ
But before he could savor the domestic moment with you, the bedroom door burst open, and a fully awakened Raiden and Ryuji came in with their energy back at 100%. Oh, boy. Sukuna just had to forget locking the door last night.Â
Raiden, in his polka pjs, was jumping up and down excitedly. âMama! Papa! Wake up!âÂ
He was joined by his twin brother, Ryuji, who was in his striped pajamas, skipping around the room. âWe want pancakes, pwease!âÂ
Sukuna could feel you stiffening next to him, and he saw the look of panic in your eyes upon realizing that you were very much naked under the sheets. So, hastily and frantically, your beloved husband pulled the duvet, covering your chest from being exposed and hoping to conceal any tell-tale marks.Â
âShh! Keep it down, boys,â he reprimanded the twins, âMama and Papa are still sleeping.â
The stubborn Ryuji placed his hands on his hips. âBut youâre awake, Papa!âÂ
On the other hand, Raiden, who climbed the king-sized bed, was pointing towards his mother. âMama, whatâs on your shoulder?âÂ
At the sight of the marks, Sukunaâs eyes widened in alarm and his cheeks were limned with a crimson hue. His mind raced for a plausible explanation because those exact bruises on your shoulder were, in fact, hickeys. So before you could speak, he took it upon himself to handle the matter. âThat... Itâs, uh, a battle wound.â He mentally kicked himself for such a ridiculous lie. âMamaâs very brave, you see. She fought off a giant mosquito last night.â
You stifled a laugh, burying your face into the pillow for a moment, and later deciding to play along. âThatâs right,â you agreed, nodding seriously. âMamaâs a warrior.â
Raiden and Ryuji, however, were too smart for this as the twins exchanged skeptical glances, clearly not buying their parents' explanation. And with Raiden being the more vocal one, he pointed it out first. âBut why does it look like a bunch of tiny kisses?â
Sukuna struggled now, and while he was still thinking of another excuse, you finally stepped in to try and save the day.Â
And thank the heavens, you handled it a lot more casually than he did. âItâs a secret,â you said, smiling at your kids, âMama and Papa have a secret game they play sometimes. Right, Papa?â
Your husband quickly joined in on your little antic. âThatâs right, itâs a secret game! But itâs only for grown-ups,â he clarified to the curious twins, who were clearly intrigued by this mysterious âgameâ. âYou two arenât old enough to play yet.â
The twins exchanged curious glances, their skepticism giving way to fascination. âOkay,â Raiden said slowly, still pondering the explanation. Ryuji just shrugged, accepting it more readily.Â
Only then did Sukuna breathe a silent sigh of relief as he was grateful for your quick thinking. But with children like these two, the interrogation was clearly far from over because Ryuji decided to make things even more complicated when he picked up an unused packet of condom on the floor, its bright red color attracting his interest. âMama, is this candy?â asked your son, pointing to the strawberry logo, âCan I have it?âÂ
âNo, sweetheart, thatâs not candy,â you softly spoke. The composure in your voice was outstanding. Sukuna should definitely learn a thing or two from you. âGive it to Mama.âÂ
And while you dealt with the other twin, Raiden jumped out of bed and tugged at his fatherâs arm persistently. âPapa, pancakes!â he demanded, throwing a tantrum as he chanted. âPancakes! Pancakes! We want pancakes!âÂ
âOkay, okay!â The father sighed inwardly, shooting you a look for help as if he was their slave for the day. All you could do was chuckle and mouth âyou got thisâ back to him. Well, he didnât have much of a choice, did he? âComing right up, you little monsters.âÂ
âYayy!âÂ
âWoohoo!âÂ
You, barely handling the noise at six in the morning, groaned playfully next to your husband. âSee? Having another kid isnât as easy as you think,â you told him, âWe can barely handle these two.âÂ
Sukuna displayed a grin, running a hand through his hair as he looked at his wife and your little ones. âBoys, do you want a baby sister? Yes or yes?âÂ
Raiden and Ryuji, in unison, answered giddily. âYes! We want a baby sister!âÂ
A look of defeat clouded your eyes, while your husband laughed and kissed your forehead. âYou heard them, love,â he reminded, softly, âI want my baby girl soon.âÂ
He knew that, despite your playful protest, having a daughter was a shared desire. âFine.âÂ
So in swift movements, your husband slipped into his pants beneath the covers, then got out of bed to scoop up the twins in his arms. âAlright, breakfast time you two!â he announced, heading towards the door with his sons cheering together. And just before leaving, he cast one last tender smile in your direction.Â
âI love you, Y/N. Chaos and all.âÂ
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NNN Hcs with the Dc Batboys
đ„A/n: exactly what is sounds likeâŒïž i love writing no nut november hcs sm-
đ„Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader,
đ„Cw: smut, teasing, switch!reader, use of the term(s) prince/ss in Bruce's pt, dirty talk
đ„divider: @chachachannah <3
đ„minors dni
Dick Grayson:
bringing up NNN to Dick definitely raises a brow- at first he's a little confused, you don't want to have sex for an entire month? who would ever want that?
once you explain it though, i think he'd be really into it. he's definitely a little pouty that he can't even masturbate, and would probably complain if you were abstaining from sex without telling him why. once you convince him to join you though, he starts taking it very seriously
Dick has a bit of a competitive streak, so i definitely think he's in it to "beat you". he's teasing you endlessly, trying to get you to give in before the month ends (and theres definitely a high chance of him outlasting you)
actually suuuuuch an unfair tease, like genuinely he's soo annoying throughout the month. you walk by him wearing shorts? he's kneading your ass and giving it an appreciative slap. you don't have a shirt on for any reason whatsoever? he's coming up behind you and groping your chest, whether you have boobs or not, and whispering filthy things in your ear.
he's also big on teasing you in your sleep- you can't tell me Dick wouldn't have the biggest somnophilia kink ever so he's absolutely trying to get you worked up while your asleep, in hopes of you waking up and giving in
i honestly see two outcomes: he either makes it to the end of the month, or he gives up about 3/4 through. i feel like Dick has a pretty high libido, but i also think he has really good self control and can resist temptation so there's definitely some internal conflict on his end.
it gets to a point where, at the end of the month, because his libido is so high and he's been untouched for so long, he's like tweaking out over every touch and is becoming veeerrryyy needy and sensitive. this is probably the time period where he's most likely to give in as he's just soooo sensitive and can't even touch himself to get off! you have a much higher chance of getting Dick to give in once he reaches this threshold, and if you play your cards right he'll be squirming.
if he does make it through the month, expect to be woken up at 12:01 on the first of december with Dick humping your thigh and whining in your ear. he's NOT in control right now, he's way too needy and sensitive, and he's definitely okay with letting you use him to get off- he needs to cum just as bad as you do
gives you the most AMAZING orgasms after waiting a month, he's mounting you like an incubus and rutting into you like his life depends on it until your both whimpering and overstimulated â„ïž
he's probably gonna be a little mean too, considering you made him wait soooo long <\\3
"hnhah- ffuck." Dick's soft breath tickles your ear as he nips at the lobe, his hips rocking heavily against yours. "c'mon, baby, you can give me another, please.." his cock twitches against your tummy, tip sticky and wet from previous orgasms.
"Dickie, i just came-" you whine, yet your body betrays you as your hips roll up to meet his. he chuckles breathlessly against the soft column of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses into your sweat-soaked skin. "please, baby? jus' one more, f'me?" his tone is teasing, but you can tell he's desperate as you feel his cockhead twitch again. with a soft giggle, you nod, and Dick wastes no time in aligning himself with your hole. "you ready, hun?"
"mhm," you hum, and he slides in. your hole is already wet from previous orgasms, it had felt too good for Dick to not cum inside, and that only aided his sloppy thrusts as he rutted against you. your eyes flutter closed as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and Dick ducks back down to whisper in your ear as your orgasm draws closer. "so pretty, s'good for me, made me wait so long for this... ffucck- y'gonna cum for me, honey? gonna take it all?"
Jason Todd:
Jason is honestly a wild card, i think it could go a multitude of ways honestly depending on how you feel
when you suggest the idea to him, i either see him being a tiny bit petty and lowkey deciding to fuck you every day of november OR take it as a challenge and being determined to make it through the month with no screw ups.
if it ends up being the latter, than i feel as though Jason has a higher chance of succeeding then losing. i don't think his sex drive is super high, and he's also pretty stubborn, HOWEVER, you are his weak point, and if you end up teasing him or begging him, i can picture him snapping and fucking you
either way, he's at least making it through half the month if not longer.
the only way you'll get him to give in is if your REALLY desperate, because he could never see you needy- so teasing him or pleading with him to fuck you is probably how you can get him to break
i also see him teasing you, but only subtly. he'll wear those low rise sweatpants he knows you like around the house, he's shirtless more often than not, and somehow his hands always seem to find place on your thighs... what lovely coincidences!
Jason struggles more with not fucking you than not being able to masturbate. i honestly don't think he does so very often, so it wouldn't be much of an issue, but not being able to fuck you? not even being able to give you head? drives him insane.
all in all, Jason cares more about your satisfaction than his own. could probably go the whole month without your interference, but is probably pent up by the end of the month
speaking of pent up, he's going to be insane at the end of the month because you made him wait. probably going to be more dominant than usual, BUT he's still really gentle and sweet because he knows your sensitive,,, so its a win!
the first time he cums after no nut november he swears he sees stars, probably praises you to the moon and back over how perfect you are
i think he'd wait until the next day to ravish you, he'd let you both get your sleep, but encourages you both to take the day off and spend the day in bed catching up on lost time. december first is going to be a LOVELY day for you,,,,
"s'that feel good, baby?"
"ffuck- yes Jay, fucking me so good-" you whine into the pillows, drool soaking the fabric as Jason pounds into you from behind. strong arms frame your form as he fucks you, his dick just perfectly touching your g spot/prostate with each thrust.
"aren't you- hnghh- glad you took the day off? relaxed a bit?" Jason huffed, his breath tickling your ear as he tightened his one handed grip on your ass. "y'should let me take care of you more often, especially after waiting so long..." he coos, and you let out a strangled moan as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten faster and faster.
"y'gonna cum for me, pretty?"
"y-es, please, Jay-"
"shh, s'ok, me too, we'll cum together, okay honey?" he soothes, rocking against you as the bed frame quakes.
"gonna fill you up so nice," he murmurs under his breath, white curls plastered to his sweat-slick forehead. "gonna make you cum for every day i couldnt..."
Bruce Wayne:
Bruce is making it through the month, no questions asked. it does not matter how deeply and truly he loves you, this man is IN IT TO WIN IT. he is absolutely making it through the month and will not budge i fear
theres a few nights where he's pent up and irritated after batman-ing and considers giving in, but he never does
when you first suggested NNN to him, he's probably a bit lukewarm to the idea, but whatever makes you happy đ€· ngl he probably thought you were mad at him and this was a punishment or something at firstđ
he honestly didn't think you'd end up actually going through with it, and if you end up giving in at some point in the month he'll definitely feign disappointment
"such a shame, i thought you were challenging me to this...game."
he's absolutely evil when it comes to teasing. he'll come up behind you and press gentle kisses on your neck, his large hands holding a firm grip on your waist, only to pull away with a practiced, professional smile as you begin to curl into his touch <\\3 he also plays up the Brucie Wayne persona, and is a lot more subtly seductive in an attempt to get you to break
keeping a firm hand on your lower back in public, giving you gifts (specifically lingerie, with a note attached that states, "for the end of the month"), and overall being a bit more possessive
when the month is over??? PREPARE. it's late, almost 2AM on december first, and the second he returns from patrolling he's finding you. doesn't even take the batsuit off, hell, he probably fucks you right there in the batcave, bent over the batcomputer. he's a little harsher than usual, and definitely more needy. he also tells you to take the day off, so he can.. spoil you for the entire day <3
let me just say, after so long of abstaining, he FUCKS, and he fucks you hard. you swear your seeing stars with each thrust, and he's genuinely insatiable. probably wants to breed you too... doesn't matter if you can get pregnant or not, he's fucking you full of his cum
the desk beneath you rattles with each thrust, and your thighs tremble as large, gloved hands find purchase on your soft skin. the rough, cold temperature of the leather provides delicious contrast to your lust-warmed skin, and you let out a wanton moan as Bruce thrusts heavy and deep inside.
"you like that, doll? like making me wait?" he practically growls in your ear, and you let out a stuttering moan.
"n-no, please, s'too much-"
"aw, poor thing. can't even take my cock... guess it has been a month after all, you'll need some time to get used to it i suppose." you roll your eyes at his cockiness, but just as you go to spit back a retort, he rolls his hips against your again. you shudder, clenching around him as his pace speeds up.
"so good f'me," he coos, almost cruel in his ministrations as he rubs harsh circles into the soft flesh of your thighs. Bruce's thrusts increase in pace, his tip rearranging your guts as the coil in your stomach begins to tighten.
"o-oh! 'm gonna-"
"fuuck, i know, prince/ss. cum for me," he whispers, moving one hand to the small of your back, pushing you down more firmly against the desk. "you can take it."
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Nerdgasmic Rhapsody
pairings: loser!dom!ellie x popular!sub!reader
cw: flufff!! ellie's an absolute cutie pie. cursing (obv), oral! (r receiving), tribbing (maybe?), nipple play, after caree!!, pet names: sweetheart, baby, princess, that's all i think!
wc: 511
a/n: (intentional lowercase!!!) first ever ficcc omgđ„č i have never ever in my life written a fanfic before so pleaseee don't judge and also feel free to point out some mistakes and stuff!! I take criticisms as i'm sure it'll help me a lot throughout my writing journey :))) can't promise I'll post consistently considering I'm insanely dumped with school works but I'll definitely find time to do so. anyways i hope u guys enjoy this one!! Feel free to hit me w some ideaaasss :3
after you had made it official with the biggest dork on campusâellieïżœïżœpeople would randomly come up to you in the hallways and tease you, not believing how sweet she actually is. after all of your previous relationships, ellie is the only one who genuinely cared for you. despite her shy and nerdy demeanor, she's really fun to hang out with. she'd continuously yap about space, the comic books she's readâsavage starlightâand drop all of its lore to you. the whole fucking lore. although you hardly cared. she was too adorable. most of the time, you would find yourself just looking at her sparkling green eyes, topped by her matte, black glasses, her hand gestures, and the soft smile plastered on her lips while she speaks. she's even more beautiful up close. how could others not see that? whilst ellie can be a total cutie pie, you cant deny how fucking insane she can be in bed.
when eating you out, she'd flick her tongue out relentlessly on your leaking hole. firmly gripping on to your thighs, she already knows your next motive. "nuh-uh, sweetheart. keep them open for me." she shoots you a knowing glare before diving back into your drenched core, keeping eye contact all the while. her gaze roamed over your appearance, hair disheveled, eyes rolled back, and completely fucked out. "s-sorry, babyâfuck." you moaned as you clutched onto her dino-printed sheets. so fucking cute. after you'd climaxed for the 3rd time, she'd climb on top of you and slip her tongue down your throat, allowing you to taste yourself as she grinded her own throbbing cunt against yours. your soaking wet pussies rubbing, and creating the most delicious rhythm together. she absolutely loved your boobs. she adored how it just bounces up and down as she rolled her hips above you. she took your nipple in between her thumb and her index finger and pinched them, making you flinch at the feeling. her glasses were all fogged up and crooked, but she couldn't care less. she was too engrossed on drawing out more of those angelic sounds that slips past your lips as she pleases you. "doing sâso good f'me, princess... fuckâso hot." when you had both finally reached your peak, she'd lean down and gently clean up all your juices from between your thighs with her tongue.
she gives absolutely the best aftercare imaginable. the routine would start with cleaning you up with a wet towel, swiping it's soft material across your face, your breasts, your legs, your inner thighsâshe had always taken care of you in the most tender and loving way. she loved hearing your soft, exhausted sighs of relief, as you watch her with a smile on your face all while savoring the chocolate she so graciously offered you. after ellie finishes cleaning you up, she would settle beside you, enveloping you in her arms as she wrapped them around your waist. her lips showering your neck with gentle kisses as she whispered heartfelt words of affection. "i'm going to marry you one day."
YAAALLLL OMG I HOPE THIS DIDN'T SUCK TOO HARDđŁđŁđŁđđ»đđ»đđ» i hope u guys enjoyed this one, i really enjoyed writing thisss!!
tags: @ellstronaut
dividers: @khaer @plutism
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