#I need to get put down

[rottedleechboy]

Miguel o'hara x Reader : Beg for me

Warnings: noncon, angry man, he's being a meanie and you broke his heart. Possessive borderline abusive?? 💀 The belt! whipping, blood. Cum eating Idk man yeah. Lol porn without a plot? Degrading, Gender neutral but leaning more fem (not edited)

You and miguel broke up, it was a messy. After all the fighting and screaming you were left voiceless as he stormed out of your appartment. Just like that it was silent. You didn't reach out and he didn't reach out. You didn't turn up to work anymore, opting to to find a new job away from the massive building crawling with spider people.

Although the breakup was tough you were getting through it day by day.

A new job definitely took your mind off it as well as some well deserved self care.

It was maybe two months later, you had just finished taking a shower, all cleaned up and feeling better.

All the skincare and self are treatments made you feel alot better after your less than ideal day of work. Lavender room diffuser on, favourite songs playing softly in your room. Comfortable fresh pyjamas? Check. Ambient soft lighting? Absolutely.

Heading towards the kitchen to make yourself a nice up of tea before settling in with a book for the night. As you make your way to the kitchen, the light flicks on only enough to illuminate the bench top. Sitting on a barstool was a silhouette all to familiar. You jump a bit not extecting to see him before composing yourself again. There he sat arms crossed, sitting in the shadows facing you.

"What the fuck do you want?" asking tiredly with a hint of frustration in your voice. The distain still as clear as day with emphasis on every word.

He just sits there silently "A hello would be nice", he's voice deep and threatening.

"what hello? You practically broke in my appartment" throwing your hands up in frustration. "what do you want?" glaring expectantly.

He doesn't speak as he stands up walking closer to you, backing you into the cold edge of the dining table. Not letting up, he presses his body up against you, his heavy body effectively pinning you against the table. Hands planted firmly against his chest pushing back doing almost nothing. Suddenly a rough grip lands on your chin, clamping harshly onto you jawline. "look at me", he demands coldly as he forces you to look up at him. He was always a bit of a arrogant dick. Reluctantly, your eyes trail up his chest untill you meet his eyes. "what do you want?" asking through gritted teeth.

Leaning in closer he whisper into your ear "I am going to make you beg for me back" his words sharp as you feel your heart thump a little but harder. Despite all his rudeness and stubbornness, it was hard denying the effects this absolute jackass had on you.

"fuck you o'hara ", the poison In your words dripping. The grip he has on your jaw tightens as he glares at you silently. The air is still and tense as a short glaring contest begins. After a few seconds of silence "alright, the hard way it is" he says with a threatening grin. Letting go he backs off ever so slightly. Confused you straighten yourself back up looking at him. Then in a split second he flips you around slamming you into the wooden dining table, pinning you down agressively. Almost feeling the bruises form as your pelvic region gets roughly shoved against the corner of the table. Struggling to no avail, he forcefully holds both of your hands behind your back as you lay on the table bent over. "miguel stop it" "stop" "what the hell let go" your protest falling on deaf ears. The rope like webs pinch your skin as they tighten. His knees forcing your legs to spread open unwillingly. "miguel what are you doing?" trying again to get an answer, only resulting in a harsher shove into the table. Moments later the unmistakable sound of the undoing of the belt reaches your ears and you look back as much as you can with your face against the table. "miguel please no, not like this, I don't want it" a tinge of fear taints your pleas as you try to get him to stop.

He responds with a slight chuckle "that's not going to work" he sings out tauntingly. His eyes dark with anger as he slides he's belt out griping it his other hand. Moving the hand on your neck down your torso holding you down on the table as he stands slightly off to the side, the belt up in the air ready to strike down. "I want to see your pretty little face cry, okay honey?" he says almost soothingly.

Roughly ripping your pajama bottoms off along with your underwear with his claws. A cool breeze hits your lower region. Before a sharp pain shoots through your body along with a harsh smack. Letting out a muffled yelp as tears already trying to force their way out of your eyes. "nothing?" he questions as he lands another sharp sting on your ass. Your breathing becomes heavier as you hold your tears back, thighs closing up out of instinct. "no no no, legs. Open" he cooes as he uses the belt to softly tap the inside of your thighs. When you keep them closed he lands another harsh whip which makes you immediately snap your legs back open as you bite down on your lip. "that's what I though" miguel spat out as he landed a few more harsh slaps. "do u want me to stop?" he asks softly. "fuck you miguel" you grit out as your voice cracks, the tears silently dripping onto the table. "suit your self" he says dismissively as he lands slaps harder and faster, not letting time for you to brace yourself again. Each sting shoot through you leaving heat eminating from your bum.

It's angry and harsh as each stroke illicits a small grunt as he exerts energy. All you can do is hold in your muffled whimpers as you take it refusing to beg. "oh what soft skin you have" he purred out as he sees your skin break from the impact. His hot tounge glides along the split skin sending shivers up your spine as he lick up the blood. At this point your legs are shaking in pain, body trembling. It's getting harder to breath as you choke on your own tears.

His whips are sudden and cruel, the speed leaves whooshing sounds in the air. Finally caving in "baby stop please" you cry out, "hmm? What's that?" he teases darkly as he lands more on your ass. "baby please no more it hurts", "honey stop it", "babe, babe I can't I don't want this" you cry out. All the endearments in your arsenal getting desperately thrown out. Your please only met with "beg like you mean it whore". The blood is dripping down your legs as more skin breaks from the blows, you hate to admit this but you are also dripping from excitement, a part of you liked this despite the other half of you protesting. He let's go from pressing your torso to the table opting to swap hands with the whipping using his full force. It's a bloody mess and he's enjoying seeing you writhe in pain. Screaming and pleading for mercy.

He roughly yanks the back of your t-shirt letting you fall on the floor with a thump, unable to balance yourself with trembling legs. Roughly gripping the back of your head with a fit full of hair, he lifts you up onto your knees, back arched, bloody and bruised ass up as he shoves your tear stained face to the floor. Staying there in that position as he let's go, being too tired and exhausted from screaming, crying and begging. "lick and beg for me back" he spits out. As he told you beg and plead "please I'm a stupid slut, I'm nothing without you" you beg as you kiss and lick his boots inbetween pleas. Desperately like a dog eager to please their master.

The sharp and distinct sound which indicates the camera is recoding rings through the air as miguel stands there with he's phone recording, a smug smirk on his face "keep begging" he demands like he's oblivious as to why you stopped.

The blood, drool, wetness and tears mix on the wooden floors. "come on you can do better than that" he taunts as he taps the belt against your cheek, finally landing a harsh strike across your face. More tears spill from the shock as he lands another on the other side of your stunned face. You are angry, tired, throbbing unfortunately despite wanting to hate him. Wiggling up on your knees pressing your face into his thigh you grind on his wet boot mouth open as if you were sucking invisible cock. Begging for his as you drool and cry, making incorehent strings of pleas mixed with almost porn like moans and whimpers. Your previously innocent look in your eyes replaced with submission and needyness. He just stands there filming, ocassionaly rubbing his boot against you making you whimper a bit more. "you don't deserve my cock, you know? Your not worth it" The sloppier you are the more he knows you are close. Untill finally your eyes roll back in extacy as you choke on your own pleasure. Your fluids mixing with the mess that's already on the floor.

He just wordlessly shoves you off his legs as you lay slumped on the floor. He just films you and your mess, your tear stained face.

He picks you up roughly by the shirt like a animal getting carried by their parent as you dangle. Moving you to the couch, bent over, he aggressively opens your legs, filming your holes, spreading you open for the camera to see. He tears your t-shirt off leaving a burn mark around where your collar sat as he snatches it off quickly. Chucking it to the side. "look at this worthless slut" reaching around roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth covering them in spit before going back, shoving his fingers in you, opening you up, pumping his digits in and out as you let out soft tired moans.

The exhaustion is overwhelming as you lay bent over the couch body limp. "I'm going to use you like the fucking fleshlight you are" he growls as the shuts off the camera chucking his phone on the opposite side of the couch.

Before you register anything he's already roughly shoved his fat cock inside you, not giving you time to adjust as he slams against you. The pain making you scream out for him to stop as his hips smash into your tender ass. He ignores you, lifting you up choking you in his biceps as he gropes your chest. It's fast, as he pounds into you mercilessly, his breathing heavy.

All you can manage to do is to cry out for him, it feels like you are getting ripped in half as the pain shoots through your torso.

He keeps going even though he's shot his thick warm cum into you multiple times, feeling it slug down your thighs over the now crusted up blood.

It becomes sloppier as you feel him become tired, his choke hold still firmly around your neck.

You feel him slip out after his final load and a few more pumps. The throbbing is warm as cum leaks out of you as it drips onto the floor with muted impact. Miguel gets up his breathing heavy as he smacks your ass on more time. He sticks two fingers in your cum filled holes, curling them a bit like a scoop till there was a decent puddle of cum sitting on his digits. Then holding them to your face. "eat it" he says sternly with a twinkle of amusement as he watches. Opening our mouth up obediently you lick and suck the cum on his fingers up swallowing every last drop like you were starving. Wiping on his drool covered fingers in the fabric of the couch.

Freely walking into your bathroom to clean himself up as he leaves you naked and tied up over the arms of the couch. The pulsating heat downstairs slows down agonisingly gradual, before the emptyness of not having him sets in.

He walks back out a few mins later it's silent as he makes his way over to the couch in a leasurly stroll picking up his phone and playing back the recording of you for a bit before shutting it off with a satisfactory nod. The sounds of yourself make you want to cry more, the tightness in your chest welling up as you try to recollect the events of the past hour or four.

He just sits down on the couch, you are too tired to move, arms till tied up behind your back. Placing a warm hand on your cheek before softly stroking your hair softly. A stark contrast from before. It feels nice but the circumstances stop you from letting yourself melt into his affection completely. "If you try to leave again, you know the concequences. Okay honey?" his voice chillingly normal as he uses a thumb to wipe the hushed tears away.

A/N: uhhh yeah lol idk but hope some of y'all enjoyed. I need him so fuck NG bad 😵‍💫

[airaza]

I want romance and all the cute stuff but I also wanna get absolutely wrecked and marked up and bruised and- 😞

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

summer of junior year 06/11

[machinerot]

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[egophiliac]

NEW BIRTHDAY THEME IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

BIRTHDAY SLUMBER PARTY, HERE WE COME

I think the theme is more loungewear than straight-up pajamas, but hey, I'm not complaining! (and -- look, we still have the groovies, I'm not giving up hope for animal kigurumi until I gotta)

[hinamie]

can't believe im saying this but long time no megumi

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 43 (Masterlist)

(Part 44)

Me, to myself: I just think the series was better when I posted several times a week because the pacing felt more natural, and it translates better when people binge it.

Also Me, holding two jobs and a bat: If you try to post once a day again, I will disconnect your head from your shoulders—

@bruciemilf guess who’s back

Anyways, folks! :D So I'm thinking of a new upload schedule where I spend a bit preparing the next ten or so parts then post it all in two weeks? I think that would be fun (and much better for my creative process.)

I’ll be posting the next part very soon :) But it's going to be drastically different from what I've done before. Let’s see if anyone can guess why.

Yada yada don’t die LOVE Y’ALL

[starry-bi-sky]

danyal al ghul memes because i don't think i've done those yet for this au.

(the jason one is in reference to the fanon headcanon/au that Jason and Damian potentially knew each other and interacted while jason was in the league. I've thought about it before in context of this au, but haven't thought about it enough to feel inspired or motivated to make a post exploring the idea)

(diablito means, as you can guess, 'little devil'. while i'm neutral to latino jason, i think the nickname is cute as fuck and was danny's main nickname from Jason. i don't wanna touch that timeline so im not gonna decide how old they were when Jason was there.)

Skulker: i am the ghost zone's greatest hunter! i capture and hunt creatures both rare and dangerous. Danyal: a poacher?? you're a poacher?? you poach animals??Skulker:...i sense i've made a mistake of some kind.

anyways that was the day that Skulker cemented himself as Danny's no.1 opp, and still remains there to this day even if he and Vlad are both viciously fighting for second. Out of everyone in the the AP rogues gallery, Skulker will be the first to be thrown under the bus in terms of 'o shit here comes phantom fucking RUN'.

[shadowed-yet-vibrant]

It’s fascinating how little the US at large knew about Walz before this week, but at the same time… it makes sense. He wasn’t their governor. They haven’t seen the incredible work he’s done first-hand, and they haven’t had years to appreciate his authentic charm.

He’s never been a politician who sought out the limelight - everything Minnesota has done in this historic year of progressive legislation and policy has been relatively quiet. He’s not on the road jockeying for the latest sound byte on CNN or some podcast - he’s working to implement the policies people want. He’s tweeting about Mountain Dew. He’s at the state fair eating fried food and talking to his constituents. This is the governor we know. A man who cares deeply about the work he does and the people he represents, not the fame, not the clicks.

He’s genuine. Minnesotans know that. Now it’s time to sell that to the rest of the country.

[pearl-kite]

I made a pillow!

It took four months of non-stop cross-stitching, but I finally finished a pattern I bought from @8pxl a little bit ago, and tonight in a bizarre burst of productivity I finally sewed a back to it and stuffed it into a cute little pillow! It ended up being pretty much perfectly sized for a neck pillow, but I'm a bit worried about it getting dirty that way.

I highly recommend the patterns from 8xpl's shop, there are SO many gorgeous ones to choose from. I might end up getting another one soon o3o

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[bet-on-me-13]

Bruce Wayne was never Batman.

So! The night that Bruce Wayne's parents got shot, he developed an Unbreakable Resolve. He needed to get rid of the Crime that had taken his Parents away from him, no matter what.

But that night, he also developed a deep-seated fear of Death. He was face to face with his own Demise and instead of dying himself he saw his Parents die instead. He was Terrified of ending up like them.

But he still needed to stop Crime. He couldn't just let criminals go unpunished, and while he was still using his wealth to try and prevent it before it began, he knew there needed to be something to stop crime After it had been committed. And the Cops were useless on that Front.

He eventually found a solution while looking through his Parents Family Heirlooms.

Ancient Books dating back to the founding of Gotham and even before then, telling of a Creature from another world who his Ancestors had helped in the Past. A Being of Fear and Shadow, who owed a debt to the Wayne Family. He needed that Being. A Monster of Shadows and Fear was exactly the answer to scaring criminals away from committing crimes and punishing those who did.

But he needed to find the Being from another world first.

So he left home, traveling across the Globe training with the best Magicians and Demonologists in the world in search of the Monster who owed his Family a Debt. His travels took him far, from the streets of LA where he met a man named Zatara, to the Snowy Mountains of Nanda Parbat where he learned of the Lazarus Pits and the Demon's that came out of them.

While studying the Lazarus Pits, he was trained by the organization who guarded them. They despised Weakness, and while their leader was in awe of his Intelect he was less impressed by his body's conditioning. If he was to study the Lazarus Pits, he would first have to earn the Right in Combat.

He eventually managed to pass their Tests and eventually left them, having handed over a Copy of his research as the price for being allowed to Study the Pits.

Years later, he finally returned to Gotham, fully equipped to Summon the Being that owed him a Debt.

Bruce drew up the Summoning Circle as perfectly as he possibly could, he had one shot at it.

A drop of his blood and a splash of Lazarus Water later, and the Circle began to glow an ominous Green. Slowing, a shifting shadow began to emerge from the Circle, at first only a mass of writhing darkness before their form Solidified.

The Books he had found on the Spirit said that it would take the form of the Summoners Greatest Fear, which just so happened to be Bats for Bruce. The Form that the Spirit chose reflected that, with large Dark Wings falling over their form as if they were a Cape, and horns looking like the Ears of a Bat. From the Darkness, two glowing eyes appeared.

"Spirit, hear me. My name if Bruce Wayne, and I am calling in the Debt owed to my Family centuries ago. My City is plagued with crime and malice, rotting from its Core. My efforts to prevent Crime from the side of the Light have been in vain, Crime persists despite my efforts. In order for my vision to be fulfilled, the Criminals of this City must have their hearts pierced by Fear. Fear of Retribution. Fear of Consequences. Fear of Vengeance."

Thoughout bis Speech, the Shadowed Figure stayed silent.

"That is why I have called you here. I want you to stalk these streets, punish the criminals of this City and strike fear into their hearts from the shadows, so that they know to stay in the light. I don't want you to Kill them, never kill them. Let them live with that fear in their Hearts until their final days."

After he finished his speech, the Figure finally spoke.

"Your Quest is an Honorable one. You seek the betterment of your people's, and are unafraid to resort to drastic measures to achieve that goal. It reminds me of my Liege's resolve." It Spoke, it's voice low and rumbling. "Very Well. From this day forth, I shall protect your City from the Darkness in its own Heart. I shall be your Dark Knight."

...

Had this idea out of nowhere and needed to write it down. In this AU, Bruce still wants to protect his City from crime, but is understandably traumatized from seeing the Deaths of his Parents. He has a deep-seated fear of Dying, so he chooses to forgo fighting crime himself.

Instead, he finds out about a Spirit that his Ancestors helped long ago, and decides that the most logical next step out be to Summon a Demon to protect his City. Instead of training his Body for a decade to become Batman, he trains his Mind and Studies as much about Magic and Demon's as Possible.

He still knows how to fight because he trained with the League. He approached them with an offer to study the Lazarus Pits and give them his findings, and they accepted. But Ra's didn't want a weakling on his Base so he also required Bruce to train his body. He saw his potential for combat, and was so disappointed that Bruce had chosen a different path. He could have been Great!

Bruce still has a thing with Talia that produces Damian, he is still a point of interest from Ra's since he is insanely smart and has huge potential, and he knows how to fight pretty well. Albeit not as well as in Canon.

Bruce becomes the Benefactor/Guy in the Chair for Fright Knight (who is the one he summoned if you couldn't tell), who looks like a "Bat Man" because of Bruce's fear of Bats. Fright Knight agreed to this because 1.) He had a debt to pay, 2.) Bruce reminded him of Danny, and 3.) He respected Bruce's ballsyness to Summon a demon and command it to protect people.

Bruce still adopts his Kids, but there are some changes.

Dick is adamant about fighting Crime, and eventually Bruce is forced to let him go on patrol with Fright Knight, who has started going by Batman. Thankfully Frighty managed to give him some blessings so he had minor powers and would be safer.

Jason is mostly the same, and he is so excited that Robin actually IS Magical. When he dies, Fright Knight, who had gotten attached to their Family, goes into the Zone to search for him. He is unsuccessful unfortunately.

Tim is kind of funny. He figured out that Dick was Robin, and Jason was the 2nd Robi , but assumed that Bruce was Batman. When he approached Bruce about becoming Robin so he would stop going down his violent Cycle, Bruce Redirected him to talk to Fright Knight, who was not taking his failure to find Jason well.

Damien grew up knowing that his Father was a Genius, and the Master of the Batman, which gave him a bit of an Ego. At first he thought of Fright Knight as a Servant, and tried to command him like he did with Alfred. Frighty corrected him quickly enough.

Any more ideas for this AU? I have so many, but I think I need to stop for now.

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN for CARTIER & ESQUIRE KOREA

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!