#I eat this fic for breakfast

[matenrou-fan]

Some demon brothers in heat because I'm silly today

Mammon, Asmo, Belphegor

GNreader, humping, mention of crempie, oral (giving);; rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-A needy boy. That's it.

-It's just so terribly embarrassing to actually approach you and say how bad he wants to fuck you, so instead he would just cling to you as always, begging to spend some time in his room.

-And he really was trying to control himself, wishing for nothing more but for some peace that your presence always brings in his soul, yet poor demon didn't realize today your smell and the look of your body would be actually more triggering that soothing.

-So of course everything ended up with you being pinned to the floor as he just hump your leg like some kind of puppy, sobbing and whining about how sorry he is.

-Well, maybe this kind of humiliation was even more arousing for him, as Mammon cum surprisingly quick, groaning as his dick was still rock hard, throbbing even more now. So now it's time for something more than your knee.

-Really, really tries to be gentle, especially in the beginning, but when you start moaning like that, wrapping your legs around his waist, he loses the last pieces of sanity, almost pounding you into the carpet with such aggressive thrust.

-And if usually he tries to be more quiet in bed, today he's loud af, moaning and whimpering right in your ear about how sorry he is and how good you feel, that he just can't stop. + even more possessive, holding hands and hugging with you, and you already lost count how many times he kissed you.

-Cause even in such a state Mammon still can't stop thinking about your feelings too, as only your pleased moans can bring him to the edge.

-Ok but he just can use his connection to spend such a hard day with a few succubus and incubus..

-Yet he's here, kissing you deeply as his tongue plays with you, whining in your mouth every time your arms touch his dick. You're such a lovely doll, obey so easily when he asks you for some help..! ♡

-Of course he's waiting to be pampered, even when he's the one who's in need here. But isn't it logical? Such a beauty, and only for you today, of course you need to do anything as a thanks for this devilish blessing!

-But even when everything start like a small ask to jerk him off, then to suck his dick, quickly it's turn into some heated sex as Asmo can't stop thrusting in you just in just perfect pace, making you lose your mind absolutely, maybe even more than he's in his heat.

-Cause as avatar of Lust he knows perfectly how to delight anyone, and especially his most precious human too..! And mutual pleasure feels even more good, actually, as now he's pushing you for another round, and another, and another..

-Demon who's thinking about something sinful most of the time.. Of course he has one of the best stamina, hiding pretty wild energy in this fragile body that he would open just for you today.

-And even when you start sobbing, telling it's your limit, Asmo's whisper brings you back. Just a little bit more.. It's just a siren's call, yet you fall into this trap again, letting him use your body for the whole night.

-The lazy one.

-Just which one of you two are actually in heat - you or him?! Cause it's more like you're the one who wants everything, bouncing on his dick like that, while he's just laying here, watching lazily and making teasing comments about how tight you're already.

-But don't think that means you can be in charge here, as a few right words and looks from Belphie are enough to make you feel absolutely under his control, even if he's still just yawning in bed and not even trying to manhandle you or something.

-Cause he's surprisingly good at holding back his wild urge, wanting to bring you almost in the same state before something more interesting. Small tickles of his fingers on your body, some slow play with your nipples and dirty talking - the contact between his pretty cold touches and this heat between your thighs as you almost jump on his hips at a rapid pace is mind shattering..

-And only when you would start sobbing, asking him for something more as your legs get too sore to move in needed place, only after you beg him good, Belphegor would change position, surprisingly quickly get up and push you in the mattress for someone who was almost asleep all this time.

-Well, but you didn't think he would actually be so lazy the whole time? Now it's time to show you where he can put all this stored energy, so be prepared to be absolutely unable to walk for a few days.

[steamclouds]

A good, proper, capital-S Sulk

aka, local demon struggling with the crashing realisation that he has "feelings"

[coconutcordiale]

hi! congratulations on 500!!🥳✨

could i request roommates with rooster for the bingo if it hasn’t been taken already? 🤍

you taste just like sundays (dripping off my tongue)

pairing- rooster x female!reader

warnings- 18+ minors DNI, dom bradley, oral (m receiving), degradation kink, probably not a good idea to fuck your roommate if i'm being honest but live ur life, the ‘miles teller is a mean dom so let’s pretend rooster is too’ club unites at dawn (or whenever I get around to posting this)

length- 3.3k

an- thank you so much!!! i'm sorry this took so long :( and of course apologies if this is not your thing i just run away in wild directions with these prompts

500 follower celly prompts are done yay! only took me over a month 🙃

title from u taste like sundays by łaszewo. i thought it was funny because i'm immature

You’re debating the merits of Kodiak Cakes versus Eggo frozen waffles on a late-night shopping run when you hear your name coming from a familiar voice.

You try not to tense up, but the smile on your face feels like plastic when you turn around to see the blonde. “Justin, hi.”

“I can see why you didn’t want me to come in last night.”

You pause. That’s one hell of a greeting.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you let the freezer door slam shut, a gush of cold air raising the hair on your arms. “What?”

He gives a pointed look towards Bradley, who wandered from you moments before Justin waltzed up, still in his uniform. “Didn’t take you for a tag chaser.”

You fight the sudden urge to roll your eyes obnoxiously.

“He’s my roommate,” you respond through gritted teeth.

At least you know for sure you made the right call to not sleep with Justin last night after your mediocre date, no matter how frustrated you’ve been lately, no matter how much he reminds you of a poor woman’s Austin Butler.

He may be pretty, but he's still a dick.

Given that you don’t actually know Austin Butler, you can only hope he’s less of a dick than this guy.

Justin scoffs, “Sure, he is.”

You didn’t mind Justin’s cocksureness when you first met him in line at your favorite coffee shop, liked it even. He paid for your iced oat milk latte, forward and confident in a way only men who always got what they wanted could be.  

When he brought up taking you to dinner, it hadn’t even been a question, not really. You were surprised at how much you didn’t hate the inevitability that existed in his suggestion, like he always knew you’d say yes.

But then, he spent the entire date talking about himself, hardly letting you get a word in edgewise, and had the audacity to get angry when you didn’t invite him into your bed. So, now, you kind of want to wring his neck, twisting until the last bit of his undeserved, obnoxious pride is depleted from his annoyingly muscled body.

“Is this the fruit you like for your smoothies?” Bradley asks, oblivious, as he ambles back up to you with a red bag boasting tropical fruit blend on the front.

When you don’t answer, too busy grinding your teeth together and imagining what it'd be like to knee this overgrown frat boy in the balls, Bradley looks up from the bag, spine straightening as he clocks the tension between you and Justin.

“Hey man,” your mustached roommate says slowly, carefully, extending a hand towards Justin. “I’m Bradley.”

Justin stares at the outstretched hand in disgust and it drops back to Bradley’s side. You finally give in to the urge to roll your eyes.

The thing is the last couple of guys you slept with were so courteous, so sweet, so nice. They were barely a cut above adequate, leaving you with an itch to scratch, discontent trembling beneath your skin.

By the time you ran into Justin, you were embarrassingly ready for someone bolder. Someone a little more confident, a little more willing to take charge.

Someone a little more like Bradley, your mind supplies.

Shut up, you shouldn’t even know that, you tell it.

Unfortunately for you and your imagination, you do, in fact, know that Bradley would likely check every box that you’re looking for. The thin walls of your shared apartment ensured that months ago.

Lies to yourself aside, two minutes into a bruschetta appetizer with Justin, you had realized he was likely only going to take charge in disappointing, selfish, and unsatisfying ways.

“Don’t waste your time with her,” Justin tells him, acid dripping from every syllable. “She’s a fucking cock tease.”

Bradley’s eyes flash in anger, the bag crinkling audibly as he takes out his ire on frozen fruit. “You sure that’s something you want to have said to me?”

You watch Justin size him up, probably noting the couple of inches your roommate has on him.

“She’s not worth this shit,” he spits before turning on his heel to stalk out of the aisle.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight for a moment when he leaves, ignoring Bradley’s eyes on you. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bradley nods tersely, silently following you to the checkout line, waffles forgotten.

+

“That’s the guy you had over last night?” Bradley asks finally when you two make it back home and are busy putting things away, disdain ringing clear through the apartment.

“No, I didn’t let him come up,” you snap, knowing it comes out a little harsher than your roommate deserves. “He called me a cock tease, remember? Because apparently letting him buy me dinner means I’m supposed to put out.”

He puts his hands up in defense. “Sorry.”

The silence stretches out awkwardly between you, the refrigerator humming as you try to focus all your attention on the absurd number of cereal boxes in the pantry.

“It just sounded like you were having a good time when I got home last night,” he mumbles.

You freeze, wondering if it’s possible to will a blush back down your body. How did you not hear him come in last night?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rooster,” you manage a flippant tone you don’t feel at all, continuing to move things around the cupboard haphazardly.

“Didn’t mean to overstep,” he says innocently, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter across from you in your tiny galley kitchen. “I’m not judging, more impressed, didn’t know you were such a player. Going out with one guy, calling another over after.”

“I didn’t,” you defend without thinking, and you immediately want to slap your hand over your mouth.

You can feel the heat of his body at your back now, and silently will your hands to stay steady as you organize cereal boxes.

The man is such a slut for Shredded Wheat. He’s probably the only person keeping them in business at this point.

You wish you didn’t find his penchant for shitty cereal as endearing as you do.

“Oh?” He says, but there’s a shift in his tone, voice at least a couple of octaves lower now. “So, you didn’t booty-call some guy named Bradley after you kicked blondie to the curb?”

Your mouth drops open in shock. What a little shit.

You exhale shakily, knowing there’s no way you can fight the pink rising to your cheeks now. “I don’t know what you thought you heard—”

“Don’t be like that, princess,” he rumbles in your ear, sending chills all the way down your spine. “Next you’re gonna tell me it was just a dream.”

You bite your lip. How could he possibly know that was the excuse you were going to try?

He chuckles, something wicked lighting up his coffee-colored eyes as he turns you around and backs you against the counter, pulling boxes out of your hands and tossing them in the pantry without looking. “Fine, I’ll bite. What did you dream about?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” you whisper, refusing to meet his eyes.

Unfortunately for your dwindling self-control, this puts your gaze right at his chest where his flight suit is partially unzipped, tan skin glowing against his black undershirt.

It’s clear he’s taunting you now. “That so? Have those dreams about me a lot?”

You furrow your brows. It’s hard to think with him this close, the spice of his aftershave muddling your senses. “That’s…not what I meant.”

“I have those ‘dreams’ about you too. Never knew you felt the same, or I might’ve said something before.”

You’re torn between elbowing him in the ribs for his obvious air quotes and dropping to your knees at the sheer dominance he’s exuding that threatens to choke you in this tiny kitchen.

Bradley must sense your hesitation because his fingers begin rubbing soothing circles at the pulse points on your wrists.

“I could tell you what I did after I heard your gorgeous voice moaning my name,” he offers, gently, softer than you expect, given he’s spent the last five minutes barely holding back his amusement.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

He trails a hand up your side, leaving goosebumps underneath the thin material of your t-shirt. “Was hard as a fucking rock, baby, you sounded so beautiful. Came in my fist thinking about how wet you must’ve been dreaming about me.”

“It wasn’t a dream,” you admit, still quiet.

He smirks at that. “I know.”

Glaring at him, there’s an accusation lacing your words. “You also knew I didn’t sleep with him last night.”

You want to smack the smug look right off his rosy cheeks when he agrees, “He doesn’t look like a Bradley.”

You don’t, though, eyes drifting to where your hands are trapped against the counter, Bradley’s weight pinning you still.

“I know what you need,” he murmurs, voice like caramel in your ears.

“And what’s that?” You fire back with a strength you don’t feel, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control over this situation that’s rapidly spiraling.

Bradley is unphased by your attitude. “I think you know, otherwise you’d have invited him up here.”

You remain defiantly silent, hoping your expression remains blank. His mouth twitches upwards as he sees right through you.

“Why didn’t you let him come up, baby?”

You avert your eyes, uncomfortable under his intense gaze because directed at you, you’ve never seen his eyes quite like this.

Bradley isn’t exactly known for being even-keeled, his temper often flaring as he lets people get under his skin. But he’s never been like that with you, never stared at you with anything but puppy dog brown eyes.

Until now.

Now, there’s a fire lighting them up. A fire you always assumed was reserved for flying multi-million-dollar airplanes or arguing with Jake Seresin.

Despite that, his voice is eerily calm when he hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your attention upwards. “Answer me, princess.”

“Knew he couldn’t give me what you can.”

Pink lips quirk up fully at that. “And how would you know that? Heard me before?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks in answer, and you find yourself fighting the urge to duck your head again.

“Did that make you jealous, baby?”

You let out a small breath and gather the last of your courage. “A little. Mostly just made me wet.”

Bradley unleashes a dry chuckle that has you running hot and cold with embarrassment before he speaks again, low and gravelly.

“Better than me. Makes me fucking angry,” he grumbles in your ear. “The thought of that idiot’s hands on you.”

It’s finally your turn to smirk, although it feels a little weak in the face of his intensity. “It’s a good thing I’ve always kept my dates away when you were home then, huh?”

Bradley’s mouth presses together in a hard line, expression turning to stone. You know you shouldn’t be proud of the way his grip tightens on your wrists, the way his nostrils flare in irritation. You take advantage of his momentary lapse to switch your positions, pressing him back against the counter.

You want nothing more than to get your mouth on him and drive every memory of other girls from his mind. You weren’t lying when you said you weren’t jealous at the time, but you can’t help the competitive part of you that wants him to know he won’t find anyone else like you.

Before you can, he grabs you by the elbows, pulling you to him for a filthy kiss. Your first kiss.

Huh.

You want to laugh, suddenly, that you were ready to have your mouth well acquainted with his cock before you even got to kiss him.

Bradley sucks in a sharp breath once you break away from his lips, eyes pools of black as he notices you trying to move to the floor. “Gonna get on your knees and take care of me?”

“Well, I have to make sure you forget those girls somehow,” you tease, sliding your hands across his abs as you shift downwards.

“If I had thought for a second I could have you instead they never would’ve made it past the front door.”

You roll your eyes at him for patronizing you but busy yourself tugging down the zipper of his flight suit instead of saying something that’ll get you in trouble.

Mouthing at his hardening cock over his boxer briefs, your fingers toy with his waistband but don’t pull them down. You’re fighting back a giggle, giddy and feeling pretty proud of yourself as you listen to his breath catch, as you see his hands grip the counter behind him.

When he opens his mouth there might as well be ice in his breath, a warning in his tone that sends shivers straight to your core. “Don’t tease me, baby, you’ll regret it.”

You acquiesce, pressing your lips together to hold in a smile, thinking it’ll go unnoticed but Bradley’s eyes flare anyways.

“Was gonna be sweet to you,” he drawls. “But I don’t think that’s what you want. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be trying to rile me up.”

Your eyes are stuck on where he strains against his black briefs, words becoming harder and harder to form the longer you perch on the tile floor.

He runs a strong finger across your jaw and you swallow hard in anticipation. “Harder to tell me than it is to push and try my patience, isn’t it?”

All you can manage is a tiny nod.

“Answer me,” Bradley says again, but this time the words are harsh, steel bracing his tone. "Use your words, princess."

You bite your lip, trying not to moan at the hand he’s busy tangling in your hair. He notices, because of course he does, and tugs, pulling the words from you.

“No, sweet is not what I want,” you whisper, blinking up at him slowly.

He grins at that, and you shudder at how mean, how mischievous that expression looks.

Bradley grabs your hands, placing them on his thighs. “Pinch here if it’s too much. If any of it’s too much.”

You raise your eyebrows at him but nod again, more confident this time, licking your lips eagerly.

The bastard laughs. You’re a little sheepish at the way the sound makes you clench around nothing.

“Should’ve known you’d be desperate for a cock in your throat.”

You try not to shift too obviously at his words, unable to stay still as you ignore your own need.

He pulls himself out and your eyes widen at the sight. Your first thought is how sore your jaw is going to be tomorrow.

Your second is that you do not care one bit as long as you get your mouth on him immediately.

Unmoved by the impatience playing itself out across your forehead, Bradley’s other hand goes back to your chin, thumb roughly pushing in to pry your lips apart. You hollow your cheeks around his finger, fluttering your lashes and making a show of it, pride swelling in your chest when he groans.

Your mind has all but turned off as his thumb retreats so he can replace it with his cock, and your tongue darts out to lick his slit, following down to drag across the vein on the underside.

The hitch in his breath almost makes you regret your hands frozen in place on his muscular thighs, lamenting letting him take the lead completely, fire burning deep within you to take him apart with your mouth.

There’s always next time.

Next time, you think wildly, hoping to whatever higher power there’s an unlimited number of next times that’ll make permanently altering your friendship worth it.

Meeting his eyes, they’re darker than you’ve ever seen them, and you can’t help the muffled whimper that leaves you as you feel him sliding deeper, relaxing your jaw as best as you can as he builds a steady rhythm.

It’s probably better like this anyways; lips stretched around his thick length, spit pooling messily at the corners of your mouth, tears forming as he presses himself in, in, in, choking you.

It’s got to be better like this; on your knees, Bradley’s fingers tangled in your hair, your panties ruined where slick pools between your thighs, each thrust driving every remaining thought from your head.

It’s definitely better like this; Bradley fucking your mouth with abandon and making you take it, watching the sinful curl of his lips through blurry, glassy eyes, the struggle to breathe settling something that’s been aching in the back of your brain for months now.

“Not gonna last very long,” he warns, hand drifting down to the front of your neck, hips stuttering ever so slightly when he feels the bulge of his cock there.

That’s hot as fuck, you think hazily amidst the fuzz inside your head. Whether it’s the fact that he can see himself in your throat, the lack of oxygen going to your head, or him being on the edge so quickly - you don’t know.

You don’t care. Nothing exists beyond the weight of his cock on your tongue, his rough thrusts in and out making your clit beg for attention.

“The way you look right now—fuck, you were made to be on your knees with my cock in that pretty mouth, weren’t you, baby?”

It should be demeaning, but all it does is make you press your thighs together to quell the heat lighting itself through you, searching for some sort of relief.

Bradley shifts back until the tip is left in, only the distressed whine you let out keeping him from pulling out completely. You push back down, as much as you can with him still holding on tight.

His jaw slackens in surprise, a groan rumbling from his chest. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you? Gonna take all of me, want my cum down your throat?”

All you can manage is a pathetic mewl in response, eyes desperate and pleading.

Rhythm faltering, he pumps into your mouth just a few more times before cumming with a shudder. Your hands flex against the green material beneath them as you swallow around him, salt on your tongue.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, a fucking wet dream,” Bradley pants after he’s ridden out his high, pulling you up from the floor and against his chest.

In a show of brute strength, he hooks his arms under your legs and carries you swiftly across the short distance to your room, laying you down on your soft baby blue comforter. You’re so taken aback that you don’t even think to complain about him wearing his gross flight suit in your bed.

His chest is still rising and falling rapidly as he arranges you next to him and frustratingly does not touch anywhere that Jesus wouldn’t approve of, instead massaging your sore knees with affectionate, gentle sweeps of his fingers.

You’re trying not to rub your thighs together too obviously, trying to give him time to recover without letting the need thrumming through you take over.

Bradley drops a kiss on your forehead and rolls over to the other side of the bed. “Alright, baby, goodnight.”

Your jaw, even sore as it is already, drops in surprise, outrage plain as day on your face as you grab his shoulder in protest. When you roll him back over to you, he’s shaking with silent laughter, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Bradley coos, condescension filling the air between you as he presses you back onto the pillows, thumbs moving to smooth out the angry lines on your face. “Hope you slept in this morning, it’s gonna be a long night.”

[thy-valhallen]

can we talk about how, in damn near every Batfam fic, we have to banish Alfred for a while for a good chunk of plots to happen? Like, damn, I really want Dick to have to take care of sick Jason and Tim alone, but damn it, Alfred's there and responsible! gramps has to go. or hiding an injury, or nearly any character interaction based angst has to happen out of Alfred's line of sight, or he has to go visit the fuckin Queen's grave or something, because he's just too smart and emotionally available for angst to happen, and we want angst, damn it!

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: AddictedApple - The Right Substitution is Key

URL: https://ift.tt/vwMiBge by @addictedapple “The Red Hood has been good for Gotham,” Robin continued. “Crime in Park Row decreased by sixty one percent almost as soon as you showed up, and that’s even taking into account all the crime you commit. Drug overdoses have decreased by twenty two percent in adults and seventy nine percent in minors. Homeless minors are ninety two percent less likely to—” “Kid,” Jason interrupted. “Enough statistics. What the hell is this about?” Robin slowly lowered the tablet with his powerpoint presentation and looked up at Red Hood.“You care about Gotham,” Robin summarised. “Gotham needs Batman. Batman is missing and so is Nightwing. We need you to fill in for Batman.” “You want me to cover Batman’s patrols?” Jason clarified. “No,” Robin said. “I want you to be Batman.” Jason bluescreened.  (Or: Batman and Nightwing mysteriously disappear before Red Hood has even started antagonising them, Robin is desperate, Gotham needs Batman, and Red Hood is Batman-Shaped.)

(Words: 21,616) | Part 1 of The Right Substitution is Key !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:batman.-.all.media.types, ::rating:teen.and.up.audiences, ~author:addictedapple, character:jason.todd, character:tim.drake, character:barbara.gordon, character:stephanie.brown, character:cassandra.cain, character:alfred.pennyworth, character:bruce.wayne, character:dick.grayson, character:justice.league.(dcu), relationship:tim.drake.&.jason.todd, relationship:barbara.gordon.&.jason.todd, relationship:stephanie.brown.&.jason.todd, relationship:batfamily.members.&.jason.todd, relationship:jason.todd.&.everyone, ::category:gen, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~ao3:jason.todd.is.batman, ~ao3:jason.todd.is.red.hood, ~ao3:he.is.both, ~ao3:good.sibling.jason.todd, ~ao3:jason.todd.takes.care.of.crime.alley.|.park.row, ~ao3:caretaker.jason.todd, ~ao3:jason.todd.gaslights.the.justice.league, ~ao3:i.wanna.make.prev.tag.a.thing, ~ao3:identity.shenanigans, ~ao3:jason.todd.returns.home, ~ao3:bamf.jason.todd, ~ao3:crack, ~ao3:crack.treated.seriously, ~ao3:fluff.and.crack, ~ao3:humor, ~ao3:jason.todd.kills.joker.(dcu), ~ao3:dead.j

[digitalcarcrash]

im cooking (wip)

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!! HAPPY FRIDAY!! We made it to the end of the week I am very proud of you all!! 🫶🫶🫶

[knifeforkspooncup]

I'm working on something

[maudiemoods]

Oh so many things to do! I shall sit here and not do any of them because I am overwhelmed!

[visceravalentines]

alright alright i know that fic ain't up yet but it's just bc it keeps getting longer so here's a lil bedtime snack

You undid his fly and slid your hand into his pants, feeling him up through his boxers.  He was thick.  He writhed as you stroked him purposefully, caught between working his jeans off and melting into your touch. 

“What’s the matter?” you teased. 

“Driving me fucking crazy.  Hold on.  Fuck.”  He swatted your hand away and stripped off everything at once and you must’ve been on your game at least a little bit tonight because he did indeed have a gorgeous cock.  You wrapped your hand around it before he could even settle back beside you and he groaned, collapsing onto his back. 

“Jesus Christ, Murph.”  Your fingers only just met around his girth.  “You’re huge.” 

“I know,” he grumbled.  “We can take it slow, it’s – fuck – it’s okay.” 

You didn’t expect him to be so considerate.  “That’s awfully sweet of you.” 

“It’s nothing, c’mere.  Let me touch you.”

[h3ad-quarters]

A group of three people step out of the submarine, all in their gear for their mission. They were convicted of mass murders, apparently they worked together, whether the fact this is true or not is irrelevant here. 

“This shouldn’t take long, just get that crystal, right?” The shortest of the group, Grace stated. 

“I dunno, this place already gives me the creeps,” Mary comments.

Aspen walks over to the door, playing with the handle. “Did they give us a key card?” He asks. “No, there’s probably one here somewhere though.” Grace responds. “Great…” Aspen strolls around looking through lockers and drawers, picking up files and hard drives as instructed.

“Found it!” Mary calls out behind fallen boxes. “Okay then, cmon.” Grace says. Mary crawls out under, and opens the door. 

//ooc

(Umm yeah I might make a fanfic with they’d guys, but uhh I wanna interact with this acc)

As the group steps off the submarine the PA system above them crackles to life, the same two toned chime playing as it had in the loading bays above, HQ's voice speaking over their conversation slightly.

"As you're aware, the primary goal is to reach and Secure the Crystal. Your secondary objective is to secure and loose assets as possible.

You may open the marked doors and proceed when ready. I will be here if you have any questions or concerns"

The chime played once more as HQ's voice cut away

[bangaveragewhitewine]

last night of my holiday (been in Ibiza (the quiet part) for a week) and I’m drinking sangria on my balcony to combat the 👿back to real life scaries👿 but I have a tan and freckles again and a note of summery fic ideas to keep me going

[jostenian]

cyanica on ao3 is like a mother to me

[deadflowrrs]

Twisted Apatite

Tw: dead dove do not eat

Cw: mentions of abuse/ infidelity/ alcoholism/ eds/ gore/ and slight sh (!!)

I'm open for any and all feedback and criticism<3

[softichill]

I <3 rewatching things for nostlagia reasons. Makes me wanna curl up and die

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: AKelaNakamura - Lock The Last Open Door - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]

URL: https://ift.tt/xF3q2ak by @akela-nakamura

Amity Park doesn't exist. That's the official line.

On the surface, it would appear that Amity Park truly didn't. But the more Batman digs, the less true that seems. You add the fact that there's an unconscious teenager in the Batcave's Medbay that begged for his help and Batman smells a coverup. Amity Park may not exist on paper, but Batman won't let that stop him from saving it.

Tucker's on his last legs. The escape out of Amity took everything he had and of all the places to land in, he finds himself in Gotham. Through a bit of creative hacking and desperation, he manages to find the reclusive Batman, only to babble about needing help and passing out at the man's feet. He just has to convince Batman that ghosts exist and that his entire town is in danger. Easy, right? (Words: 55,723)

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