#I was trying to get this done as quickly as possible

[gay-dorito-dust]

I don't know if anyone has already asked this, but if someone has I apologize for not knowing! Dante and Virgil reacting to their partner getting hurt during a battle. (If you can, could you do the white rabbit too? I love him so much ^^)

Dante

His wise cracking quips and unserious act were quick to be dropped the moment you were hurt during battle. Suddenly nothing was funny anymore, nothing was worth holding back anymore and he had no reason to hold back when they brought you harm.

So Dante was quick to repay the favour by allowing himself to give in to the devil within him for a moment and allow himself to unleash pure carnage unto the demons that hurt you, inable to find the need to stop, not until they were all dead and smoking corpses at his feet.

His need to make others feel even a smidge of pain that he felt throughout his body was all that mattered to Dante, lost within the anger and violence that only seemed to continue to rage within him with not stop in sight, the pain of potentially carrying him through the battle until he managed to finish off the last of the demons coming his way. Funnily enough he wasn't even tired when he finished the massacre, and since there was nothing left to kill, his mind was forced to remeber that you were very much bleeding out a good few feet away.

That's when his anger becomes worry as his feet carried him to your body, pushing him to get to you as his legs burned with ache and exhaustion. The worst case scenario began to play within his head the closer he got to you, the fear spreading through his veins like ice until he was reasured that you were still with him by the sound of your heart against his ear as he holds your body close to his chest.

You were okay but that didn't mean he was going to be leaving your side any time soon, he was glued to your side until he could see for himself that you were going to be okay without him swaddeling you, his demon side wanting nothing more then to bundle you in blankets and protect you fiercely from unseen foes. He's just acting out because he was scared, frightened that he was going to be left alone once more.

Vergil

He's left feeling like all the power he's acumilated wasn't enough, that it will never be enough to keep you safe, knowing that no mater how powerful he becomes he's not excused from the possibility that you become the target to get to him.

He hates just how quickly he is to be made to feel like that little kid again, especially when you were lying in hurt before him. Vergil couldn't help but hate how the all too human feelings clog in his throat and his chest and causing an uncomfortable weight to settle on him that ended up becoming unfathomable anger.

Vergil had never moved faster then he did in his entire life, probably becuase he didn't have anyone like you to make him feel as though he was on a time limit, like if he were to waste a single second in getting to you then he's risk loosing you even more. So he doesn't hesitate with his slashes and consistant judgement cuts as though he was trying to show that the countless demons that he cuts down, those whom he casts away without having to try, could never understand just the amount of hell Vergil would go through for you.

He wouldn't let anything get in his way, not when you were within reach, not when he could prevent the feeling of loosing everything for a second time in his lifetime. Vergil was desperate and a desperate Vergil was a dangerous Vergil who would fight tooth and nail like he's done before in order to make sure you never suffer, not under his protection.

White Rabbit

Doesn't take kindly to you being hurt.

He's lost alot already, hanging on by whatver grudge and resentment he had towards humans with an iron clad grasp, yet the moment he foudn you he thought that life might've desided to grant him a break and gift him someone that wasn't going to going to slip from his grasp anytime soon.

Humans never stop to think how their actions affect others, they're a selfish bunch who live in such an indivdualistic mindset and an attitude that is self serving, yet selfish when it comes to the viewpoints of others that they harm with their pathetic need to have everything. greed is apart of human nature and they are the last to admit that they attribute to such greed by taking anything and everything from others until they get bored, like overgrown children who had yet to finish growing and develop their own morales.

So when you got hurt simply by helping some makians, having been mistaken for a demon yourself, only made Rabbit infuriated at human stupidity, they tend to pull the trigger before they know who they're shooting at, such a trigger happy bunch they were and Rabbit didn't take so kindly to such things as he enacts his own bloodbath. It's not something he takes to immeditely, not unless he's been pushed to do so and with you lying on the ground hurt, he makes an exception as he maths a path for himself to you while relieveing some stress.

Rabbit doesn't want to loose you like he lost everything else in his life, he wouldn't dare let fate take away another good thing, for what else would there be left of him if he lost you. He had been given a poor hand in life and most of his misfortune was given to him by humans, he had felt that he had nothing left of his heart until you, and now he was faced with the threat of having the last shred of his heart taken from him.

Naturally Rabbit was going to do whatever he could in his power to prevent the horror story that was his life to come into full effect, to prevent an seeimgly set in stone fate for those who got near to him in any capasity, his curse was that his cause would go nowhere and he'd be left with the piles of bodies of those he onced called family. He fights for your life that hangs in the balance, for it was something he would fight for is to see you smile and open your eyes for the rest of your shared lives together; so rabbit fights and he fights hard in order to protect you from becoming apart of the long list of people he's lost within his tragic life, fighting against fate to hold you one more day.

[skibasyndrome]

13!!

Thank you so much for sending me a prompt, yay!!! 💜💜💜 The sentence was “we can go for as long as you want” 🤭 Hope you enjoy! They ended up surprisingly dorky (but also lovey-dovey <3)

cw: nsfw

Simon doesn't know how Wille does it. There's something about the way he uses his mouth that always has Simon's toes curling after only a few seconds. It's good, so, so good, but so, so frustrating.

He's got a hand wrapped around him, firm and warm and, oh, when Simon looks down he's reminded of just how pretty Wille's hands are, and that is not helping, but what's even worse, even better, is the way he's holding him so he can press a line of kisses up the length, until he reaches the head. Simon gasps when Wille finishes by wrapping his lips around the tip at once. Hot and wet and like he knows - he does know - that that alone is going to make Simon's bones melt inside of his body. Every time he tries a new move, a new way of getting his mouth on Simon, it's like Simon has involuntarily leveled up and his gameplay is nowhere near developed enough to survive the new challenge. Today, Wille seems set on making Simon lose his mind entirely, whatever little of it is left after they have done this a few times already. Today, Wille has one hand curled around Simon's hip, the other slowly inching down Simon's cock, giving more and more space for Wille's mouth. He's only halfway down, when Simon has to capitulate. A hot surge, somewhere down between his legs is telling him he needs to stop this. He quickly lifts his head from where he's been digging it into his pillow and uses his hand to shove Wille off. Faintly, he hopes he wasn't too rough about it, but at least he can breathe again. Now that Wille's tongue and lips and mouth is gone. Eyes pressed shut, trying hard to stumble back from the dangerously near edge, Simon is trying to get in some much-needed air. It's only when he feels Wille's palm on his thigh, warm and comforting and, god, he's thinking about hands again, that he reopens his eyes. His heart gives a painful little squeeze when he's met with Wille's face, contorted in worry. His beautiful, beautiful big eyes are scanning Simon's face.

"Are you okay?" he's asking, and the words arrive in Simon's brain a little muddled. Before he has the chance to search for an adequate reply, Wille is talking again. "Did I do something wrong? I thought maybe if I tried to, like, make my tongue flat and-" "No!" Simon just about yells. This is ridiculous. Simon can't possibly let Wille think something so ridiculous, when Wille just rearranged Simon's brain from left to right and right to left so good, that Simon doesn't think he'll ever be able to string together a coherent sentence again. "I-" The sentence is having a lot of trouble coming together. Maybe part of it is the shame that's burning hot and bright on Simon's cheeks right now. Wille never has to pause when Simon goes down on him. Wille is perfectly composed and a beautiful moaning and groaning and blabbering mess when Simon sucks him off, but he never has to shove Simon off of him because he's a millisecond from coming, like, a minute in. Simon swallows, briefly presses his eyes shut again. Wille's hand is still rubbing comforting circles into the skin of his thigh. Simon takes a deep breath. "Was close," he rushes out, hoping to gods that he doesn't believe in, that his voice doesn't sound quite this pathetic to Wille's ears.

For a mortifying second, there's silence. When he looks at Wille, he just sees him staring back, unmoving. But then finally his face morphs into a smile, big and bright and beautiful. "Awesome!" Simon thinks the brain damage must've been more severe than anticipated. He furrows his brow.

"I know you can go more than once," he says, and there's a glint in his eyes, a mischievous curl to his lips, a redness burning on his cheeks that matches the one Simon is feeling on himself right now. "We can just..." Wille's eyes run down Simon's body, then back up once, surely deepening his blush. "We can just... take breaks if you need them." Wille shrugs and Simon watches with his stomach dropping how his hand slides down, over his tummy and towards his cock. Wille's fingers brush against him, almost timidly, play with the coarse hair there for a second. Simon feels and sees himself twitch in reaction. "We can go for as long as you want," he tells Simon, finally, finally gingerly wrapping his hand around his cock again, and Simon is right back in dangerous territory. "Yeah?" he asks, swallowing hard when Wille uses his thumb on him. Wille nods eagerly. Then, he pauses, biting his lip in a way that lets Simon know he's in trouble. With his hand still, again, stroking Simon, slow and deliberate and maddeningly perfect, he speaks again, his eyes glowing. "I could try to see how often I can make you come," he says, voice laced with so much joy that Simon can't help but let out a small giggle. "Wille," he whines, arm draped over his face like that will stop him from actively melting under Wille's silly and dorky and beautiful and way too confident gaze. But he knows Wille understands. Wille knows this means please and holy shit and I fucking love you all that once.

"So it's good, yeah?" Wille's enthusiasm is unwavering. And so cute that Simon needs to kiss him so so badly. He nods slowly. "Very," he says. "Very, very good." Something isn't clicking. Wille is still looking at him like he doesn't get it. Like everything is perfectly peachy fine, when they specifically wanted to take some time today, make use of Linda and Sara being out. Try all kinds of different things. Things that they won't get to if Simon is done after one minute. So maybe Simon needs to clarify. "I mean," he starts, and Wille's hand strays, comes dangerously close to his barely flagged erection. He sucks in a sharp breath. "I mean, I was going to come. Too soon." Wille is looking at him like they're not speaking the same language. "Why would that be bad?" he has the audacity to ask.

Simon can't do this. He flops backwards with a groan, out of Wille's line of sight, and raises his hands to his face, heels digging into his eye sockets. He feels the mattress shift down at his feet, and suddenly Wille is squeezing in next to him. He runs a frustratingly calming hand up Simon's chest. "But I wanted you to," he says, and Simon can't deal with how sad he sounds about it. He loves Wille, he really does, with all his heart, but sometimes it feels like all Simon does is spell things out for him. "I know..." Simon lets out another groan. "But I wanted this to last, okay? I wanna- you know? Just for a little longer." Another deep breath before he goes on, a bit more quietly. "Don't want to have to stop." Wille grabs his elbows, gently pushes them away, forces Simon to face him again. With a soft smile, he leans further up and presses a kiss to Simon's lips. "But you can come and we can not stop afterwards," he says, like it's the easiest thing in the world. Simon is not so sure. But Wille won't let that stop him.

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[joyswonderland1108]

Gentle Reminder (aka i’m about to throw hands gently)

Gentle reminder — and by gentle i mean loud, blunt, and potentially a little unhinged — that this fandom isn’t all just purple hearts and OT7 quotes slapped on aesthetic backgrounds. It’s also filled to the brim with Y/N-core self-inserters, casual homophobes playing it cute behind “i just miss the old BTS,” antis wearing “OT7” like cosplay, and people who’ll scream “love yourself” all day while tearing members down for daring to exist authentically.

It’s giving ✨"We support BTS unless they make us uncomfortable"✨ energy.

(Changed the previous gif)

Now listen, if any of the boys—any of them—decide to share their vulnerabilities, talk about their mental health, opens up in a way that challenges the rigid, sanitized version of masculinity and heteronormativity some desperately cling to. What happens when it’s not just "Yoongi cried in a documentary" but "one of them actually comes out"? Or rumors drop about one of them possibly having a boyfriend, this fandom will combust like it’s allergic to reality, the masks will slip. Quickly. And when it happens (because let's not kid ourselves, some are hanging on by a thread already), I’m gonna need the rest of us—the ones who truly care—to hold the line.

Let me say this loud for the people in the back: if that day ever comes, it’s not just about clapping for them on Weverse and then going back to thirsting over edits. It’s about showing the hell up.

Remember yoongi? man literally came out. proudly. clearly. and people are still acting like it was a translation error. Like their brain stopped working because “that’s not what he meant!” no, babe. That is what he meant. You just didn’t like it. Not again. When the boys come back from military service, things will change. They're not going to be the same wide-eyed teens from 2013-2014 anymore. They’ve grown. So we either grow with them or get left behind.

And to the Jikookers: hi besties. Let’s have a chat. Some of y’all disappointed the entire community when that stupid Weibo rumor about Jungkook dropped and you folded like paper in the rain. You abandoned Jikook faster than a fake OT7 deleting their stan account after a solo debut. And then — like clockwork — you slithered back in once it was safe, as if nothing happened. Like we forgot. Honey, we did not forget. We saw it. We screenshot it. We saved it for later. Gomawo.

Meanwhile, the rest of us? We stayed. We defended. We weren’t shaken by the antis or their cowardly rumors because we actually believe in what jikook stand for — and no, i’m not talking about shipping aesthetics. I’m talking about love, protection, truth. Things that don’t break under pressure.

So here’s what i’m saying: when the boys come back from the military — older, wiser, and probably done with everyone’s bs — it’s not going to be only about streaming goals or “let’s get 10M views in 24 hours!!!" and “OT7 comeback when 😭” anymore. It’s about building a fandom where they can breathe. Where they can be themselves without fear that their own fans will betray them at the first sign of controversy. And again, if one of them comes out, if a relationship becomes public, if they express their love for another man? You better be on the right side of that moment. Because here’s the truth: the world outside that safe little fandom bubble we try to create? It’s not kind. So we have to be.

Because trust: there are fans right now who say they support BTS but their loyalty is conditional. They love the idea of BTS, the safe, sanitized version they built in their heads. But real support? That means being there even when it challenges your own comfort or biases.

Don’t just say “we purple you.” show it. Show it when they’re vulnerable. Show it when they’re honest. Show it when it’s not trending. You can’t claim to love someone and then only support them when it’s convenient for you.

If you say you love them, if you say you’re OT7, if you say you care — then prove it. Be there when it’s inconvenient. Be there when it’s messy. Be there when it’s uncomfortable. Because they have always been there for us.

방탄이 우리를 지켜줬잖아. 이제 우리가 그��을 지킬 차례야.

(Bangtan protected us. Now it’s our turn to protect them.)

So yes. this is a call-out. This is a warning. This is a gentle reminder because the line between fake support and real love will become crystal clear. It’s not about agreeing with everything. It’s about loving them enough to accept them as they are, even when it shakes your little delulu universe. I just hope you're not standing on the wrong side of it when it happens.

[thefallenangel2008]

Stan was a victim of domestic violence.

His parents were never really the role model for what a healthy relationship should look like. His father was distant and the soft touches and expressions his mother gave him were never reciprocated. He doesn't remember his parents saying "I love you" to eachother. But that came with the price of also not knowing what a toxic relationship looks like. He also grew up with the "men can't get abused" mindset (come on people, he grew up in the fucking 60's-70's).

So it was only a matter of time before he met Jimmy Snakes. He was young and stupid, somewhere in his early 20's. He hadn't even met Rico yet, when he met Jimmy who offered him money to sleep with him one night, then a place in his biker gang, which quickly led in them getting together and Stan staying in Jimmy's house. Stan thought he somehow found someone who actually loved him. I mean, why would he want him staying in his house? He thought he had a loving, older boyfriend, who cared about him.

Well, he was wrong.

He didn't notice. Or, actually, no, he did notice. He just tried to ignore it. He tried to ignore the way Jimmy talked about him with the other people in the gang, sometimes calling him a "boy toy" in a way that made Stan's stomach twist weirdly. He tried to ignore how Jimmy's touch made him uncomfortable, tried to ignore the twitch his eye gave and clenched jaw when he bent over to take the bread out of the oven and Jimmy would smack his ass. Tried to ignore the blackmailing Jimmy would give him when he didn't want to have sex. "Oh you don't love me anymore? After everything I've done for you, you ungrateful whore?!" He tried to ignore how when this would happen, there would be times where Jimmy would get physical with him, slap his face and/or grab him by the collar and insult him in the face. How Jimmy would do worse things if he opened his mouth. He tried to ignore how Jimmy didn't want him to go outside without his supervision and joking about how he would run away.

He had become a housewife in the worst way possible. And he had nowhere to go.

And when he finally found the courage to escape and Jimmy chased him down to try and drag his soul down to Hell, he didn't ignore that. He was done with ignoring that shit. After that, he tried to suppress those memories, to forget them. But they were always there. The voice in the back of his mind making fun of him for not knowing what all of that stuff meant.

Years passed. He finally had all three journals. He opened journal 3 to find the stuff about the portal. He did, but he also found stuff about this triangle demon. Crossed out praises for said demon, warnings about him, all the things he did to Ford. Some of these fell a little too close to home.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh...

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do yandere Ancients Hero reaction when they figure out reader marry them only because of their status, power and wealth not because reader love them ? I crave for some angst.

I usually don't do this many characters so the HCs will be short... However, I feel certain CRK characters are a package deal.

Yandere! Ancient Heroes with Darling betraying them

(Small HCs - Excludes White Lily due to plot)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Self depreciation (Pure Vanilla), Delusional behavior, Angst, Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Worship yandere (Pure Vanilla), Denial, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Golden Cheese is your sugar mommy, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla attempts to be understanding of your betrayal.

It does break his heart into just about a million crumbs... However, Pure Vanilla seems like he'd just blame himself for your betrayal.

After all, if you used him... Then he must have done something wrong.

Pure Vanilla is probably the easiest one to manipulate.

He's so caught up in what feels like 'true love' that he doesn't notice you aren't genuine at first.

Ever kiss, every hug... it all felt like you loved him.

He's convinced you love him.

He values your input and consent, he dedicates himself to you fully.

Even the wedding is rather traditional, him kissing you by the altar as you become united.

At first, Pure Vanilla is deep in his fantasies.

He's convinced you're perfect, practically worshipping the ground you walk on despite being a king.

Although... Soon you show your true colors.

You become distant and only act affectionate to fool those around you.

Pure Vanilla quickly becomes... delusional.

Maybe you're just in a mood?

Maybe he's done something wrong?

He's unable to think that you're uninterested in him.

He's given you so much... yet he's so willing to give you everything just so you love him.

He's a submissive yandere, constantly buying you gifts and offering affection just for your attention.

He doesn't want to lose you.

In fact, he allows you to have anything you want as long as it means he won't be alone.

You want power and fame? Fine...

Just don't leave him... Please love him

He's not manipulative, you're the one manipulating you.

He'll be your submissive husband and toy if it means he doesn't feel alone.

While it hurts him that your love isn't exactly as he imagined...

Pure Vanilla will be compliant, willing to be your little pawn and be used in whatever way you wish...

All he asks for in return is for you to at least pretend to love him... or love him genuinely at some point.

Hollyberry

Hollyberry is delusional, just not believing you're using her.

Part of her probably knows better, telling her a sweet cookie like you was just using her.

However, she's always been a rather jolly soul.

She's a cookie who loves to party, who cherishes friendship and happiness above everything else.

She no doubt met you at one of her grand parties and fell for you.

You were such a sweet cookie for her... She couldn't help but want to smother you.

Hollyberry is an intense lover, alway dragging you for drinking and dancing.

You were simply putting up an act, knowing if you tolerate her behavior you can have access to her kingdom.

Hollyberry is overwhelming, giving you all sorts of courtship gifts.

She's affectionate and loud... Especially when she proposes.

She wants to wed you, to make you her sweet spouse!

You accept, after all, you're after power.

Afterwards you become apathetic to Hollyberry's many parties and affection.

She doesn't understand it, it probably doesn't occur to her that you're trying to use her.

She just assumes you're feeling insecure and tries to help you feel better through more parties and contests.

She's all sweet smiles, holding you close and claiming loudly that she adores you.

It isn't until you break her fantasy by snapping at her that you don't love her that she gets upset.

She doesn't want to believe that.

She tells you that you must just be... overwhelmed.

She'll try to give you your space... but she'll be back to love you!

Hollyberry is either oblivious or willingly ignoring the fact you're using her.

Who cares? She has you and she can love you all she wants now!

Sure, maybe you don't love her now...

Yet maybe she can change that with enough dedication to show you you're perfect together!

Dark Cacao

Dark Cacao is stern and no doubt forces you to be corrected.

He's a cookie focused on protecting his subjects and kingdom.

He has had his fair share of usurpers in his long life.

I imagine it takes a long time for him to get attached to you due to all of his experiences.

Unfortunately, you abuse such trust.

You whisper sweet words to him, giving him soft smiles that melt his cold heart.

The stoic ruler's facade cracks around you, making him go a bit soft as he speaks with you.

Dark Cacao thought he could trust you, he thought he could finally find someone to love after so many years.

You two would spend many long snows together, perhaps even sharing kisses in secret.

Soon enough Dark Cacao gives you what you want... He marries you to make you his.

All he really wants is to make you his, to protect you like he does his kingdom.

Things went well... the wedding was dark and small, yet it meant so much to him.

Yet... months later you snap his trust in half, like it doesn't matter.

As time goes on, you become colder to him, often trying to take over his duties.

It isn't long before you slip up and Dark Cacao realizes you're simply another usurper using his vulnerability against him.

While he'd normally have you executed... He can't.

Even after you betrayed him, he still married you because he loved you.

So... He takes a different approach.

He punishes you... forcing you to be isolated and only allows himself to see you.

He orders for you to be sealed in a private cell in the dungeons.

Guards often watch you unless Dark Cacao is there.

He didn't wish to imprison his love... He was hoping he could take a chance.

He was hoping he could find someone to love and support him.

However... If you're simply going to betray him...

He'll force you to crave him.

He'll isolate you, he'll be the only cookie you properly see.

If you don't love or need him like he does with you...

He'll just mold you into the way he wants you to be, just to have that happy ending he craves.

Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese may make things transactional between you if it means she still garners your attention.

After all, you both have a certain greed to you.

Sheesh... if you just wanted riches, you could've told her!

Golden Cheese is willing to smother her obsession in golden riches as long as you love her.

Essentially, with no other way to say it, Golden Cheese would just be a sugar mommy to you.

If you marry her, be a part of her kingdom, and pledge yourself to be hers as her most beloved treasure...

She'd practically give you anything in exchange for your worship.

At first when she's courting you she's already giving you all sorts of gold.

She pampers you in affection, sitting you in her lap as she peppers you in kisses.

It isn't surprising that she proposes to you, wanting your hand in marriage.

She does it out of greed, no doubt to keep you in her kingdom.

So, this is just two greedy people benefiting from each other.

When she notices you acting colder or prioritizing riches over her... She's both hurt and impressed.

Ah, no wonder she fell for you...

You're just as greedy as her.

She'll confront you, tell you she knows your whole plan... then give you a choice.

She could simply have you thrown into the dungeons until you learn to respect her and her kingdom... or...

She could make this so you both benefit.

You can have anything you want but her Soul Jam... in return, she just asks you to worship and love her.

You're both greedy cookies, yes?

Why not satiate both of your desires?

While she is originally hurt... Golden Cheese is quick to use your greed against you.

Sure... you can have fame and riches...

So long as you promise yourself to her and no one else, she'd practically give you the world.

[kermdoeswriting]

The worst jobs ever lead to 0 Student debt

Have you ever been so broke that you've resorted to gigs that normally would make you seem like a minor villains goon?

Danny has.

Being practically broke, drowning in constant student debt, college student has led to some of the weirdest side gigs Danny has ever done. He can at the very least confirm that as he continues his degree in Astrophysics at MIT.

But in all honesty, he's not very picky or upset about how weird they are. Danny would rather do something strange once, then continue drowning in debt the way he was currently.

Student debt was not a joke.

And even if it were, it wasn't a very funny one, considering he himself was just scraping by on his two front teeth due to them.

Either way, the point was Danny's done practically everything in Gotham possible just to make some small bits of cash here and there. Danny only ever goes to Gotham for the sake of an extra ectoplasm boost on top of the fact it has the most jobs out of any city possible due to the crime rate.

He's been a temporary goon and a guard to several different warehouses throughout Gotham & New York City (most times there isn't even anyone or anything in them but a jobs a job). He's been in charge of covering a front temporarily for what looks like fake companies (nothing to do with drug dealing or the mob for some reason, he usually tries to stay clear of those offers).

He also was a tester for some of Mr. Nygma's traps being hired for the sheer fact that he couldn't really die and therefore could test several of Mr.Nygma's traps at once.

He took a temp job to help feed Dr.Quinzel's pet hyenas when she was in Arkham for awhile as well as pet sit. That one was his favorite honestly, Lou and Bud were sweethearts despite the carnage thing.

He recently had even been a personal insta-cart driver for a certain Penguin mob-boss strangely enough (until the guy got sent back to Arkham that is).

Danny really isn't picky when it comes to jobs unless it was just something mostly immoral and just insane, like drug dealing and/or murder & world or several life ending situations or just involved with someone like the Joker.

It's gotten to a point that the average Gotham goon usually recognizes him when he passes by during a job visit. They tended to recommend him a new job when they saw him, knowing he was just as eager as they were in this economy.

Which is how he ended up here, sitting in an empty warehouse yet again for possibly another hour before he could leave and get paid. Danny was sat on the floor doing his advanced calc homework and trying not to scream about it as he sat there.

It was something he did when the nights were slower honestly. The night was ruined quickly after that though when the glass shattered above him and scattered all over his homework and the rest of the ground.

Danny only sighed and mourned the possible money he'd be losing to that mess before shaking the glass off of him and his papers. He didn't bother looking up at his possible attacker.

"You have got to be fuckin kidding me. Not again, Kid."

Only then does Danny look up to see who broke the window. Red Hood sounds exasperated despite the mask covering all of his real voice with a mechanical voice changer. Besides him was Nightwing who seemed just as disappointed as his partner was while putting his escrima sticks behind his back.

"Can I help you Red Pill, Blue Pill?"

That made Red Hood snort while Nightwing just sighed into his hands and dragged them down his face before responding.

"Kid, what are you doing in he- Is that homework???"

Nightwing walked closer almost sounding offended as he looked down at the mess of Danny's math that he was going to have to redo before turning in tomorrow. The thought of recopying everything made him feel angry all over again.

"The one you guys wrecked by getting glass all over it? Yes," Danny leaned back into his plastic chair provided by the Goonion. "Thanks for that by the way, I'm going to have to recopy everything before class tomorrow."

"That wouldn't be a problem if you just got a normal part-time job like a normal young adult." Red Hood snorted as Nightwings slight lecture and it made Danny roll his eyes at the both of them as he sat up.

As if he hadn't tried that route already. In between his space museum internship during the day and his thousands of classes every week, he didn't exactly fit a lot of younger adult jobs schedule.

"Do you know any nearby normal adult jobs that are hiring a current university student with millions in debt and a internship schedule that only allows them to work at night?" Danny snapped back which made Red Hood start to snort and laugh again at Nightwings expression.

"Well..." Nightwing at the very least had the decency to look sheepish as if he had thought about it genuinely and couldn't think of a thing.

"Thought so." Danny slumped against the chair again, before shutting his eyes. He waved them away as he sat back, already mentally preparing himself for another all nighter for the sake of recopying his papers.

"If thats all, I'll see you next time I get a fake listing or bad job that you guys have a tendency to break into. Go away."

Nightwing only sighed again before Danny heard his grappling hook sound off back through the broken window into the night. Red Hood only chuckled one last time before ruffling his hair.

"See you, Kid. Make sure you try to sleep before class"

Danny just huffed at him and waved him off again as Red Hood shot his grappling hook off into the night and joined Nightwing. With a sigh, Danny sat up again and grabbed his nearby backpack filled with scrap paper.

Time to restart the equation all over again.

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Basically Danny needs money to keep going to MIT so he continuously decides to take up jobs for hire in Gotham (and other places but mostly Gotham), which lead to him breaking a lot of laws for another cash grab.

Meanwhile, the Batfam is very concerned that they keep meeting this meta young adult (who doesn't even live in Gotham!!) who seems to continuously be running through villain placed ad offers like water to get cash.

How desperate for cash is this guy????

[bunni-v1]

Wriothesley SFW & NSFW Headcannons

🍓The offical Bunni Wrio headcannons. Long time coming for me and my husband. I really wish I had the money (that also doesn't need to go into me feeding myself for the next four months) to commission an artist to draw him and my OC together. I'm so regular and normal about him. Anyway, please enjoy my thoughts. I'm a humble loser.

TW: NSFW; Rough Sex; Choking mentioned

Info: Wriothesley x Reader; NSFW below the cut; gn!reader (no explicit body parts or pronouns used); use of "walls" to refer to sexual organs

Word Count: 5.5k

-Wriothesley is both incredibly complex and very simple at the same time, and he doesn’t care if anyone but him understands that fact. He doesn’t need to be understood by anyone else, though he does appreciate it when his friends go out of their way to accommodate him.

-Quite honestly, there are only two people in Teyvat who understand the way he ticks, and he only regularly interacts with one of them. Part of this is honestly because he can’t be bothered to deepen most relationships when he’s so isolated from other people, and a more… honest and vulnerable part of him knows that he doesn’t really enjoy being known.

-His childhood being stripped from him did a number on his ability to trust, as it would any other person. He’s built up a nice, tall, icy wall between himself and most others. He’s not unreachable, of course, but most people don’t even try to get to know him when they see how guarded he is. 

-Again, he doesn’t mind it. He likes the freedom it gives him, and it means he doesn’t have to worry about complicated relationships. He has enough difficulties on his plate from running the fortress in the first place, there’s no need to have any extra stressors.

-Needless to say, romance isn’t something on his mind. At all. In fact, he’s likely never had any kind of romantic relationship. He never had the chance to have one, and he naturally assumes that it’s not his thing. 

-Not to say that he’s never felt anything toward anyone, he’s human, he just never acts on it. He can also easily clock when someone is attracted to him, and makes a mental note to shut them down as quickly and efficiently as possible. If he can’t, he just avoids them. 

-It’s not a fear of romance, nor a disinterest in it, Wriothesley just cannot be bothered. While yes, he has plenty of free time around the fortress, he also lives there. It would be cruel to any potential partner on the surface for him to accept their advances, and anyone in the fortress was either his employee or a prisoner, and excuse him for not wanting that kind of power dynamic in his life.

-Wriothesley was content being single for the rest of his life, down under the sea in his quiet office with no one to bother him. Then you come into his life.

-Sent down to the fortress from Neuivilette after Sigewinne expressed worry about him overworking himself. She tended to mother him a little too much, and Neuivillette listened to her faithfully every time she worried about him. 

-It wouldn’t be much of an issue… If Wriothesley didn’t find himself so stumped on what to give you to work on. He had a good routine that he was used to, and it got things done efficiently, so there wasn’t really anything for you to do. But when you look at him with those pretty eyes, he can’t help but find some excuse to keep you in the office with him just a little longer.

-He doesn’t immediately fall for you, of course. It’s more like a slow flutter down a thousand-foot cavern, unsure of what was at the bottom, but certain that he was falling.

-It just starts as a business, of course. You were technically his superior, as a direct aide of Neuivillette, he had to answer to you more than you did to him. You never really treated it like that, though. You were witty and playful, matching his quick tongue with your own smart jabs. It was nice to have someone on the same wavelength, and this naturally led to more friendly conversations about things outside of work.

-You start spending time with him far longer than you need to, way after either of you has finished your duties for the day, and it doesn’t take a genius to tell what's going on. There’s just one problem… Wriothesley can be a bit… dense when it comes to actual romantic tension.

-He isn’t stupid, of course, he can tell that there’s something there… but he second-guesses himself. He just doesn’t believe that you could possibly be genuinely interested in him; he brushes off the flirting, acts like he doesn’t notice the tension, and eventually, you’re called back to the surface without anything happening.

-It’s easy to shrug off everything for him, chalking it up to circumstances and nothing more. He can’t deny how it stings a little that you could easily act like it never happened, not receiving any letters sucks, but he can’t blame you. Again, he doesn’t believe he’s built for romance.

-He thinks he’s handling the whole thing fine, but Sigewinne clocks him faster than he can say his own name. She points out that within a week that he seems mopey, and that if he misses you so much, he should just visit or send a letter. Of course, he doesn’t, because that requires a level of vulnerability he admits he just doesn’t have in him yet.

-Luckily, he doesn’t need to take that first step. Pleasantly surprised when you make an unannounced visit to his office, only about a month after you initially left. He thinks that maybe Neuivilette had sent you back, but you’re not dressed like you normally would be for a shift with him. (You look very good in your casual clothes, which fluster him quite a bit more than he’s willing to admit aloud.)

-No, you hadn’t come for work or anything like that, you had – with flushed cheeks and eyes dodging his – come just to see him. You admit you had missed your chats, and thought that maybe he might’ve as well. Hoped that he had. And oh, you have no idea what it does to his heart.

-He’s not a musician, but his heart broke out into a symphony that thrummed through his whole body. 

-From there, you become a regular part of his week, coming down to his office at the same time once, then twice, then nearly every day in a week. He finds himself sulking when you can’t make your regular meetings, and feels as if he is on cloud nine when he sees you. He never expected himself to be such a hopeless sap, but he supposes those romance novels weren’t exactly wrong about how much love can change someone.

-Talks over tea turn into gentle, flirty touches. Not so subtle hints at something more, but neither of you is really pushing any further. It’s a very slow build of confidence for Wriothesley, and every interaction reassures him of your shared feelings. It gives him confidence to take the next step, to go a little further, to finally put a label on things instead of pretending nothing's there.

-It’s cute how he goes about it, too. Normally, you’re the one to come down to him after you’re done with work, but instead, he greets you in the lobby of the Palais de Mermonia. He’s got a bouquet of your favorite flowers and the biggest grin on his face – he even cleaned up a bit! 

-It makes you feel silly seeing him all dolled up when you’re still in your work clothes, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he hands you the flowers. Officially asking you on your first date, which is an even cuter picnic watching the sun set together.

-He’s quite a hopeless sap when it comes down to it, he’s very enamored by you, and he does get a little caught up in the newness of it all. It’s still completely genuine on his part, though. While he might have rose-tinted glasses on, he really does feel that deeply for you, and he makes good on showing you that affection.

-Now, before I get into the meat of the cutesy shit with him, we need to acknowledge some of the problems he might have as your partner.

-Firstly, Wriothesley is a very emotionally stunted person. He wasn’t shown affection for a good part of his childhood, and the affection he did receive was coated in deceit, so he struggles to express himself when it counts. He’s great at setting and respecting boundaries, but genuine emotions? Well… count him out. 

-He really struggles to open up to you, despite how much he knows he should – how much he wants to. It’s just not something that comes easily from him. He needs patience, understanding, and maybe a bit of handholding through it all. 

-It is a slow crawl through a lot of cold shoulders and gentle deflection, but he tries his best, and he gets there eventually. He still doesn’t really like to bog you down with his own issues, but if you reach out to him and ask him what's bothering him, he’ll tell you. He’ll allow you to take care of him and worry over his well-being and collude with Sigewinne to get him to take breaks.

-Even when he isn’t willing to let you inside, he’s still appreciative of your efforts, and he shows you through subtle acts of service. Quiet thanks for worrying, even though he’s just not ready to let you see the more broken sides of him.

-Another issue that runs right along this one is his problems with trusting, not just you, but pretty much anyone who isn’t Neuvilette or Sigewinne. (He thinks he also trusts Chlorinde, at least professionally, and Navia is nice enough, but he won’t be spilling his life secrets to either of them.)

-Naturally, you’ve already won him over a bit, so you have more of an advantage than most other people, but he’s not really transparent to start. He’s kind of mysterious, giving you little hints, but never quite letting you past the surface of the sea.

-You’re curious about his past, most people are – what with the giant fucking scars all over his body. Anyone would want to know where their partner got them, and it’s not like he’s ashamed of them… he just doesn’t want you to think of him like that.

-He doesn’t want you to know how helpless he felt all those years ago, the terrible things he did to stay alive, and how hard he fought to get to the point he was at now. Most people would call it a triumphant story, but Wriothesley wants his past to stay in his past. You were his future, and he didn’t want to see the pity in your eyes when he told you about that part of him.

-Yet, no matter how hard he tried, it was a part of him that he couldn’t get rid of. If he wanted a life with you, he was going to have to tell you at some point. He would rather he be the one to get the story to you, rather than someone else (like Neuvilette, who would tell you if you played your cards right.)

-It’s hard for him to tell you, and even harder to see how gentle you are to him as he talks. There’s a sadness in your eyes that makes his heart ache, but you don’t treat him like he’s helpless. You just let him talk, and you listen, and when he’s done, you tell him that it doesn’t change the way you think about him at all.

-You don’t make it a big deal, you just… accept it. It’s nice, and while he doesn’t know how to express that appreciation properly, he knows you know how much it means to him. You always seem to know him better than he realizes, and he thinks you can say the same about him.

-I also mentioned earlier that there’s the issue of him living in the fortress. I know most people headcannon he has a place above the surface, but that just doesn’t really feel in character for him. He has no real reason (before you) to have a home on the mainland of Fontaine, so why would he waste his time and money picking out and decorating a home when he lives in his office most days?

-After getting with you, though, he has to find a way to bridge that physical gap between the two of you more efficiently. Sure, he gets to see you nearly every day when you’re finished with work, but you always return to the surface, and he doesn’t get to wake up to you ever. 

-His solution? Sleep shifts. One night he’ll come up to your place on the surface, the next you’ll stay down with him. It’s not the most efficient method, but he isn’t going to make you stay in the fortress with him, and he can’t reasonably live above ground all the time in case something happens that needs his attention.

-He loves the domesticity of seeing you when he first wakes up. You look so good with your hair all messy and drool pooling on your pillow. It’s not something he’d ever been afforded in his life, so he savors the little moments that he gets to have with you. Frequently, you wake up to him stroking your hair tenderly, watching you with all the love in the world.

-Something else he really loves is making breakfast with you. Whether he’s cooking or you are, it doesn’t matter; dancing around the kitchen while pancakes cook on the stove is a fantasy he’d never imagined he’d be allowed to live out.

-Oh, he also loves it when you help him shave his facial hair. If you like it, he’ll let it grow out a little longer than he normally would, but Sigewinne always complains past a certain point. To keep both of you happy, he lets you shave him when you both have free time.

-Seated on the edge of the sink in the bathroom, he stands between your legs with his hands on your thighs, purring out sweet nothings as you carefully run the razor over the sensitive skin beneath his jaw. It’s a surprisingly intimate moment you get to share with him, somehow made romantic with the way he holds you so close and gazes at you with unspeakable affection.

-It takes a lot of trust to let someone hold a sharp blade to your neck, and while this isn’t the same thing, it’s got the same feel.

-Something to note about Wriothesley is just how gentle he is with you. Regardless of if you’re bigger than him or not, he handles you the same way. He’s never rough with you. He never grabs you, he never pushes you, and he doesn’t ever yell at you either.

-It’s important to him that you feel safe around him. He doesn’t want you to know the sheer terror he had to face as a young child, learning that he was going to be sold off and likely slaughtered by the people who were supposed to love him.

-He does love you, with no secret motive, and he spends every second with you, displaying that with every fiber of his being. Every touch is soft, every word is chosen carefully, and every act of service is made with complete consideration of what you want. It’s like he knows what you need far before you can even think of it, and he makes it seem so effortless. It’s not, though, it’s very intentional and just a silent gesture he uses to show you how much he cares.

-Even when you argue, Wriothesley does not raise his voice. You will never hear him speak to you the way he speaks to the prisoners of the Fortress. He respects you, even when he is angry or when you are screaming at him. His cold demeanor can come off as uncaring, but you come to realize that he is acting that way because he cares. He would never raise his voice to you, ever. He loves you too much to see you cower under the weight of that.

-This bleeds into his fierce need to protect you. You are an adult, you can take care of yourself, but boy, does he want to do it all for you.

-It’s not an ego thing, nor is it a power thing; he just really likes taking care of you. It isn’t even something that’s really obvious, mostly subtle little shows of care. Like him checking in and seeing if you’ve eaten, or massaging your knots out of your back, or letting you nap on his couch after a long day. It’s usually sweet manifestations like that.

-Usually.

-As the warden of the biggest prison system in Fontaine (the only prison system in Fontaine), Wriothesley has his fair share of people who wish him ill. Comes with the job description, and it isn’t like he didn’t have that even before taking his place as Duke of the Fortress. He can take the heat, it’s not an issue for him.

-What is an issue, however, is when that ire for him is turned toward you.

-Most times it’s just stupid prisoners making a passing comment, (which he doesn’t tolerate either, but doesn’t make a big show out of. A few sharp words shuts them up quickly enough.) You brush them off fine on your own, and you can pack a punch thanks to him, so he doesn’t worry much about them.

-The issue lies with those who mean to harm him. As the Duke of the Fortress and a Pankration champion, most prisoners know he’s pretty untouchable. They don’t have the influence to undo him, and they can’t beat him in a fight. There wasn’t much to hold against him… until there was you.

-It’s no secret to those living in the fortress just how much Wriothesley adores you, you’re quite the soft spot for him. It’s obvious that those who want to get to him would try to use you to achieve that. It’s just… they never really get far enough to do anything in most cases.

-Wriothesley is so attentive to you that he can just get in the way of any plans they might have. If he can’t stop them from trying, usually a show that he knows what they’re doing is enough to get them off you. But there are the brave, stupid few.

-If anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to cause you harm intentionally, they’re a dead man walking. The second they lay a hand on you, their life is essentially over. He’s not above beating the point into their skull if he needs to. Poor Sigewinne has quite a troublesome case on her hands after that.

-Forbid if they actually lay their hands on you. It takes all of his self-restraint not to kill them, which he does not do, because he has a lot of self-control. It doesn’t stop the thought from running through his mind over and over as he escorts them to a high-security cell, though.

-While he cannot legally kill anyone, he works very hard to keep them locked up and stuck with him for as long as possible. They also become a social recluse in the Fortress, as most prisoners and employees are rather fond of you.

-It’s not a side of himself he’s proud of, which is why he tries his best not to let you see it, but it’s part of him nonetheless. He just cannot afford to lose you for any reason. You are the most important thing in his life, and losing you would devastate him to a point he’s never seen before. 

-Other than that, he is usually a very gentle and loving man, wholly devoted to your relationship.

-He values any time that he gets to spend with you, be that sitting quietly in his office doing things separately but together, or having you settled in his lap as he works. It doesn’t matter much so long as he has you there. 

-Speaking of, he is very physically affectionate. You wouldn’t imagine him to be, but with a partner, he just has a need to touch. He’ll settle a hand on your waist, an arm around your shoulder, press a kiss to your temple, pull you into his lap as he works, and pretty much anything that he can get from you, he’ll take.

-Something particularly charming is that when he passes you, he’ll pull you to the side so that he can kiss you. Then he moves on with his day like nothing happened. It leaves you flustered, but it’s so sweet that you can’t find yourself getting mad about it.

-He’s also a tease, through and through. He’s always poking fun at you and making silly comments to get you to smile. It’s just the way he expresses comfort around people, but he really knows how to get under your skin.

-Don’t worry, though, for as much as he can annoy you, he’s doubly sweet and caring. He always knows what you need far before you need it, and if he doesn’t, he makes sure that he can get what you need done as soon as possible.

-He’s reliable, a sturdy rock for you to lean on when you need someone there for you. While you have some issues, what couple doesn’t? Wriothesley is more than willing to go through whatever highs and lows with you, so long as it means both of you can stay happy in love for as long as possible.

NSFW :3c

-Wriothesley’s relationship with sex isn’t something that he likes to talk about for a multitude of reasons.

-He’s not some touch-starved helpless virgin, but he also isn’t the most experienced. Most of his experience in bed comes from a mutual need to get off when he was still a prisoner, a sort of agreement between him and a select few partners that kept them satisfied.

-It was rough and aggressive and honestly a little shameful looking back on it now, not something he really wanted to think about too hard. Certainly not how he wanted to have sex with you, it felt too… disconnected from his feelings.

-He also didn’t want to force things; your first time should be natural, but also intimate. He wanted to lay you out on his (or your, whichever was closest) bed and take his time with it, not bend you over his desk and make you take it. (He could do that, if you wanted him to, but not for your first time together. He was really trying not to live up to the hardened prison warden stereotype, after all.)

-Even with his own expectations in mind, he mostly wanted it to feel good. He wanted things to flow together without needing to push or pull, and he didn’t want you to feel like you had to do anything for him. 

-Yeah… the level-headed Wriothesley was 100% overthinking things. You can’t blame him, though! He’s never really had sex for anything more than a feeling, and he wanted you to feel loved, not like you were an object for his own pleasure.

-This leads to him subconsciously rebuffing your advances like an idiot. You weren’t in the right place, he didn’t have any protection, it was getting too late, blah blah blah. He kept making excuses in his head as to why you wouldn’t want to have sex, when it was really him complicating things needlessly.

-Luckily for you, you had an ace up your sleeve! Sigewinne, your little gossip buddy in the fortress, heard all your woes of Wriothesley potentially not finding you attractive enough to have sex with. He seemingly never wanted to be with you, no matter what you tried or how eager you seemed.

-She shows up to his office one day with a box of condoms and some lube and tells him to get it over with or she’ll have to mix up a special little remedy to deal with it herself.

-Not wanting his first time with you to be under the influence of an aphrodisiac, he takes the hint and mentally prepares to make a move. He’s still nervous as hell because there are a million what-ifs running through his head, but the second you walk through his office doors, it’s like all of that melts away.

-Having the thought of “I’m going to do this” rather than “Should I do this” really helped him out. His usual confident and assured demeanor is back, and when you seem to imply you’d like to spend some alone time in his bedroom together, he tosses you over his shoulder (playfully, of course) and does just that.

-He allows you to take the lead the first time, mostly because he needs to figure out what you like before he can confidently guide you. So, lucky you, one of your first sexual encounters with him is sucking his dick! (The little “Oh wow” you let out seeing his size was an ego booster for sure. The following: “You think it’ll fit?” made his head as big as his dick.)

-He’s someone who learns over time, so it takes him a few times with you before he starts actively pursuing sex. He takes note of things he does that seem to get you hot and bothered. Like the way he tugs at his tie when he’s feeling overworked, or how you stare shamelessly as his arms while he’s moving things around, oh and his ass of course. That’s a fan favorite, it seems.

-It’s a slow thing, but over time, he starts using those little ticks against you. When he’s feeling needy, he makes you feel needy too. There’s a nice sense of pride he gets when you pursue him, especially when he knows you weren’t the one in the mood first.

-It’s also nice to know that he isn’t pushing any boundaries when you come to him for sex first, so he really only engages you like that if he’s sure it’s something you want. He would rather live through a hundred life sentences than ever make a move that you don’t want.

-It’s really sweet, but it can result in him getting… pent up rather frequently. The two of you already rarely have time for sex, and his suppressing his desire doesn’t exactly help either of your positions at all.

-It makes sessions after longer periods without sex come off as more… rough than he would like. He really does want to be gentle and loving with you, but he also really likes the feel of bending you in half. Quite the conundrum he’s got himself in.

-He’ll bring this fact up to you, and if you give him the okay to be rough? Well, have fun! 

-Wriothesley likes it rough, as much as he wishes he could be the sweet, loving, gentle partner all the time, he can’t help that his brain lights up like a switchboard when he sees you struggling so hard against him. It stems from all that time he spends being in control of the prison; it’s very hard for him to let that go, even for you.

-Still, communication is much more important to him. You have very long conversations with him about what is and is not okay, establish a safeword that both of you can easily remember in the heat of the moment, and always make sure that both of you understand that one of you can say no at any time and it’s done.

-So, what does he like?

-Well, he likes it when you fight him. Be that verbally or physically, the fastest way to get him hot and bothered is to act like a brat. You can show that you’re smart and witty, which is already attractive enough to him, but having you intentionally get under his skin? You'd better hope no one will be needing him anytime soon.

-He has fun putting you in your place and reminding you who exactly tops who in the relationship. He even entertains you sometimes, letting you think you’re getting away with your smart ass mouth, only to suddenly bend you over his desk and remind you of your position with him.

-He doesn’t talk much, though, so don’t expect him to verbally degrade you. He thinks the position and the rough treatment should be enough to get the message across. Sometimes he might growl out a little comment about how desperate you are for him, but otherwise he’s mostly grunts and groans. 

-If you physically fight back against his hold, it excites him more. It’s very unlikely you could overpower him, so all of your efforts are futile, and yet you still seem to try every single time. You push and punch and squirm, but it always ends the same way with your legs over his shoulders and hands pinned above your head.

-It’s also a given he’s into restraining you. With his need for control and easy access to legitimate prison-grade restraints, there’s just no way he doesn’t use that to his advantage. Usually, he’ll just cuff your hands to the headboard or behind your back, but occasionally he’ll bring out more heavy-duty stuff at your begging.

-Oh, that’s another thing. He won’t ever ask you to do it, because it’s an odd request in his eyes, but he loves it when you beg. He’ll get you teary-eyed and whining, and the only way to get him to snap out of his teasing is to beg him to let you cum. It works like a charm every single time.

-He also loves to overstimulate you to the point of tears. He can spend hours between your legs pushing you over the edge and watching you cum over and over for him. He thinks you’re so cute when you whine at him like that, and if you don’t tell him to stop, he probably won’t.

-He doesn’t even care about his own pleasure; he’s just so obsessed with watching you fall apart under his touch. His cold blue eyes will stare you down through the whole ordeal, watching every little twitch of your expression with rapt attention. It’s wholly overwhelming to have his intense eyes watching your every little move, but so damn hot at the same time.

-If he isn’t looking at your face, he’s likely watching the way you take him. He just can’t stop himself from staring, it’s an addicting sight to see how he sinks into you over and over – be that his fingers or his cock, it doesn’t matter. It’s mesmerizing all the same.

-And if you pleasure yourself for him? All the better. It’s nice to see you struggle to get off when he knows he can do it so much faster than you can. Almost cute the way you pout up at him when you were the one who asked him to keep his hands to himself.

-He likes to feel you, too, most of the time putting you in positions where as much skin as humanly possible is touching. The way your body reacts beneath his touch is dizzying, he can feel the pleasure twitching through your muscles as he holds you close. Oh, and feeling the air force its way out of your lungs as his hand wraps around your throat is another kind of addiction he didn’t know existed.

-The last, rather odd kink he has, one that he’s very ashamed of, is that he’s huge on smelling you. He’d lean down between your legs and just get a whiff if he could, but since that would be a bit too obvious, he settles for burying his nose into your shoulder and smelling your sweat-slick skin that way.

-Doesn’t stop him from sneaking your used underwear and pocketing it for later use – usually when he’s having a particularly rough day, he’ll bring it out and get a nice long sniff of you. Always gets his ass going until he can see you again and really let his stress out.

-Now, I mentioned earlier that he’s pretty impressive in size, and I wasn’t joking. He’s big for a regular human man. About six and a half inches long, his dick curves upward and slightly to the right, perfect for abusing your gummy little walls. He has several veins, the most prominent being one along the left side of it stopping about halfway up. 

-He’s slightly darker than his actual complexion, and his tip is a pretty light red color, flatter than most other men's. The stretch he gives you is instant, as he only flares out a little from the tip. He’s about 5 inches around, too, meaning he’s not just long. Also, he’s uncircumcised, so do with that what you will.

-He knows how to keep a good balance between rough and soft, and he’s usually more intuitive about what you’re looking for in a given session than what he’s looking for from you. He doesn’t want you to think he only wants you for your body, and as such, he tries to make at least one session in a week soft and gentle if he has the time.

-Sex is a stress reliever for him, yes, but it’s also an expression of trust and love from both of you. He trusts you enough to let you see him in such a vulnerable state, and you trust him enough to treat you the way he does, because you know he would never go out of his way to hurt you ever.

[fall0utmind]

Dovquez 20

on ao3 here - enjoy

November 2027.

Marc knows that he should be happy. He has everything he could ever want in life: a successful career, friends and family who love him, ten world championships in the sport he loves, and, supposedly, a loving partner.

But said loving partner is acting weird, and it’s setting Marc on edge.

He can’t pinpoint when it started. Just that at some point he began to notice that Dovi was acting differently - more skittish and sometimes even distant. It was so unlike anything Marc had seen from Andrea.  At first, he thought maybe he had done something to upset him, missed a birthday or said something stupid which fucked things up. It wouldn’t be the first time. But usually, it was brought up and set right fairly quickly. This time, Marc tried to get Dovi to talk about it to no avail. The other man constantly reassured he was ‘okay’, and then continued acting strangely.

Marc still can’t understand why.

They've been together three years. Three unbelievably happy years which saw Marc reach unprecedented levels of success. Since the whole situation in 2024, things have been easier in the sport. Marc now has more support on the grid, having cultivated actual friendships with the likes of the academy boys and some of the youngsters who are advancing through the ranks. Moving to Ducati had relit Marc’s ambitions; the team provided him with a bike capable of winning championships, so Marc did just that. Dovi followed him across the world, at his side throughout it all. His support was warm and loving - he never once complained. He wasn’t jealous or bitter. Dovi was the perfect partner, who held him high after success and sat with him in sadness or anger when things went wrong.

It doesn’t make any sense. Marc counts his lucky stars every morning and says I love you every night before bed, even when they’re arguing. They have the ideal relationship. They always communicate well and try their best to be understanding. it’s one thing Marc loves about them. Even when they’re having a spat.

 (“Why can’t we paint the walls blue?” “It doesn’t match the rest of the house.” “Not everything can be greyscale, Marc”)

They always eventually work it out. They set aside time to discuss things for god’s sake.

(“Fine, we can do it blue, but I’m picking out the shade. And we’ll have to put blue in other places. Maybe some new furniture or art”. “Thank you, I love you”)

So, Marc is confused. There isn’t a second that passes when he isn’t overwhelmingly worried about Dovi’s sudden change. It’s like the older man is keeping secrets, hiding something from Marc. He tries not to think about it too much. He still has a season to finish, and although the championship is wrapped up, he would rather not fuck up the last races.

Yet Marc flinches every time Dovi’s face shutters, every time he mutters a half assed excuse for where he’s been. And, it hurts. More than anything. Marc was so sure that they had something good. He thought they were forever. But now he isn’t so convinced.  

It comes to a head in Portugal. Marc has late meetings at the track on Friday night, discussing some last-minute tuning on the bike, mainly for Pecco’s sake, before qualifying tomorrow. His teammate is still fighting for p2 in the championship, desperately trying to get the bike under his control so that he can collect as many points as possible before Valencia.

(Marc will win the race, so Pecco can only hope for P2)

When they are eventually dismissed, he and Pecco quietly walk back to the motorhomes together. It is a strange routine they have found as teammates, but Marc relishes it every time. They wish each other goodnight and part ways once they reach the red Ducati section; Marc knows that Pecco will most likely disappear to the Honda section, to Luca, soon after. They have a sweet relationship, the quiet and steady kind that seems unbreakable.

Marc frowns at Pecco’s receding figure before shaking himself out of it and unlocking his door. He creeps back into his motorhome soundlessly, worried that Dovi might be in bed already.

Instead, he hears his boyfriend's distinctive voice from the bedroom, muttering in rapid-fire Italian. Marc assumes that he is on the phone, he doesn’t know who to – can’t work out who it would be at this time in the evening.

Marc is about to call out, but something stops him. The motorhome is small, and Dovi is loud enough to fill the space, meaning that Marc can hear every word.

“No, no, Saturday next week. Yes. Please. Don’t tell Marc, okay? I don’t want him to be suspicious”

Marc freezes.

“Okay, yes, yes-”

Marc stops listening. He turns on the spot and escapes the suddenly suffocating room. It is a miracle that he gets out without running into something or sending an object clattering to the floor, but he manages to. Marc holds his breath until the door shuts softly behind him and he can inhale a lungful of the cold night air. Then he flees, leaving the motorhome and Dovi far behind him.

Blood rushes in his ears. He feels sick.

He can’t help the way his brain leaps to the worst. What else is he meant to do?

Marc knew something was wrong. He had asked and asked. It got to the point where he thought he was going crazy.

He isn’t sure what to do next, so he does the only suitable thing.

He googles it.

“What do you do if you think your partner is cheating?” he types, blinking rapidly against the burning in his eyes.

The internet does not help him.

The most popular answer is to confront your partner, which isn’t really his prerogative. Marc isn’t a shy guy, but the thought of talking to Dovi terrifies him. What if he’s wrong and Dovi breaks up with him for the insinuation? What if he’s right and he has to listen to Dovi say that he’s found someone new, someone better?

Marc feels distraught.

Maybe he could just ignore it?

But every day that passes makes him feel more stressed, his fingers itching to reach out and pull Dovi back from wherever he’s gone. To have his attention again.

Marc puts his phone away and walks further from the motorhomes, even though it’s late. Numbness spreads through his bones, drowning out his sense of the world. He automatically meanders to the track and finds comfort in the asphalt under his trainers.

It is only once he’s out there that the pounding in his ears diminishes and his thoughts slow. His face is wet. He furiously scrubs his cheeks, rubbing away the tears.

Is he not good enough for Dovi? He thinks. Has it finally caught up to him that Marc isn’t worth his time, his effort?

Marc knows he isn’t always the best partner. He gets it. He’s stubborn and reckless and, frankly, an absolute idiot sometimes. He’s childish and silly, whilst Dovi seems so adult.

Dovi always lectures him about safety. He always says that he loves Marc to bits, but thinks he will give him a heart attack one day. Marc wonders if he’s had enough of lecturing, enough fear.

Marc has always pushed and pushed, until it falls apart. He has learnt how to put things back together and try again – his bike, his body, his heart, his life. He can’t do that with a relationship.

He wonders if he is too broken for Dovi, too bruised and battered. His heart sinks.

There are footsteps not far away, he shrinks into himself. It is too dark to make out a figure, but Marc knows he is not alone.

“Marc?”

Valentino's voice, recognisable anywhere. Marc squints into the darkness, picking out his lanky frame.

He sighs. Vale moves closer - Marc can decipher his face now, pinched in concern.

They are cordial these days, friends perhaps. Not close, but enough that they talk, much to the delight of most fans. Marc is happy that there is no animosity between them; secretly, he feels too old to cope with that. It was awkward to begin with, but now they seem to get on fine.  Forgiveness was not easy. But Marc thinks he’s got there.

“Vale, I was just going back.”

Valentino looks unconvinced; he frowns at Marc but doesn’t comment.

“What are you doing? Are you ok?” Valentino queries.

Marc shrugs, plays it off, “I could ask you the same” 

Valentino’s answering look is shrewd; he sighs, his shoulders slumping in acceptance.

“Too antsy. It’s Luca's highest start in years, and there are rumours about where you’ll be going next year. I don’t blame you, of course, but I do not want him to lose his seat. We both know the importance of these races for him,” Valentino admits.

Marc blinks, shocked by such a candidate admission. Of course, he knows all about Luca’s seat. He also knows it's safe, because although Marc will be going back to Honda eventually, it will not be Luca’s seat he's taking. He can’t say that to Vale.

He just nods.

For a fleeting moment, he worries that he made the wrong decision years ago. He pushes the thought away.

“Your turn”, Valentino urges.

Marc shakes his head.

“It’s nothing. Just paranoid. Some things are difficult right now.”

“Dovi?” Valentino asks, not even trying to be mild about it.

Marc grimaces and nods.

“You want to talk about it?” the older man asks. Marc’s jaw almost hits the ground. Valentino has never tried to engage with Marc much beyond civility. This feels huge.

Sometimes, he wonders what life would be like if he and Vale had never fallen out, or if he hadn’t picked Dovi. Different, he thinks. Not necessarily good.

Marc doesn’t want to talk to anyone about this. He shakes his head slowly.

Valentino nods, seemingly unsurprised.

“That man would move mountains for you. Don’t worry too much, he would do anything not to lose you, and he isn’t stupid enough to do anything else.”

Marc clears his throat, awkward now. Suddenly, he feels exhausted and just wants to sleep. He nods at Vale's words, thanks him and begins his slow shuffle back to the motorhome.

Marc tries not to think too much about Valentino as he leaves the lone shadowy figure in the dark of the racetrack.

Dovi is in bed when he gets back.

“You're late,” he calls,

Marc tries to smile. It falls flat.

“Data for quali, they don’t want Pecco to lose to Bezzecchi.” He replies, his brain elsewhere.

Dovi kisses his cheek, draws him in.

“What’s wrong, you’re somewhere else tonight”, he asks.

Marc opens his mouth, then clicks his jaw shut. He looks away and then pulls Dovi into a heated kiss. He hopes the other man doesn’t notice the way his hands grip his shoulders like a lifeline, begging him to stay. Marc tries to push everything into the kiss, all his love and devotion. As if he could kiss Dovi hard enough to make this all go away or to make him want to stay.

He pulls away softly and hides his face.

“Let’s go to bed”

They don’t say much else, but Marc stares at the ceiling until the early hours, contemplating how his life has got to this point.

*

Two days after the championship finishes, they fly to the Caribbean. Dovi was insistent this year, said he wanted to go back. Marc didn’t complain.

Things haven’t gotten much better. If anything, Dovi seems to have become more nervous, weirder. He jumps when Marc enters a room, and is definitely hiding something on his phone. Marc has been too miserable to even consider confronting Dovi or calling it quits. Just one more break, he tells himself – one more slice of paradise and then he’ll end it, or work it out. Something. Anything.

Things are almost normal as they arrive in the Dominican Republic.

They have booked an incredibly pleasant resort, right on the edge of one of the most exclusive parts of the island. Their villa is spacious and bright, complete with its own pool. They have a cart to get down to the beach, which borders the most beautiful turquoise sea, straight out of a postcard. The sun is hot, and for moments at a time, Marc can convince himself that they are happy: as they stroll hand in hand down the beach front or when Dovi snaps candid pictures of him beaming at the camera, about to go for a swim in the midday sun. They eat gorgeous food, laugh, soak up the sun, and make love to each other.

Marc feels like he’s pretending.

It gets worse at the end of the third day.

Marc calls Alex in a fit of panic, almost in tears. Dovi has become even more distant, constantly checking his phone and running off at random times. He swears that something is up; he feels like he’s going crazy. They’re having fun, sure. But it isn’t right, there is something that Marc is missing.

Alex picks up after three rings.

“Marc?” he asks, curious and concerned.

“Alex. God”, Marc breaths. His voice breaks.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think he’s cheating on me, and I don’t know what to do. At first, I thought I was imagining it or going crazy but there’s just too many things now and I feel like it’s breaking me apart trying to pretend that everything is okay when he is so clearly hiding something from me – but- but – I love him so much and I don’t want him to leave me and I just wish I had the answers and instead I am so confused and it hurts. So much”

It comes out in a tumble of words, like a dam has been broken. His breath catches in his throat as he chokes on the syllables. Afterwards, he listens to his brother’s even breaths, waiting for a response.

Alex sighs, “Have you spoken to him?”

“No…”

“Marc, do you trust me?” “Of course”, Marc answers, before the worst word falls from Alex’s lips.

“Okay, I need you to have confidence in me here. It is all going to be okay. I trust Andrea, he is a good man. I am sure whatever is going on is just a misunderstanding, yes? He loves you so much, Marc. I know it. Maybe he is feeling the same way? Hm? Just try to enjoy your time there and we can talk more when you are back, yes?”

Marc breathes. It isn’t the answer he wanted, but he trusts his brother with his life. He reluctantly agrees and sets his sights on acting normal once he returns to Dovi on the balcony.

*

24 hours later, Dovi is leading Marc down the beach front, his eyes screwed shut as the sun sets on the horizon.

Marc’s skin is aglow, golden against the white sand and aquamarine sea as Dovi nudges him into position.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Marc asks, ever inpatient.

Dovi laughs, “Yes, mi amor”

Marc opens his eyes and gasps.

They’re standing on the beachfront in a heart drawn on the sand, facing the horizon shoulder to shoulder. It has been a beautiful day, and the sky is clear as the evening light paints the sky hues of crimson and vivid oranges, with brush strokes of rose. The few clouds which litter the skyline are ablaze in a golden glow, giving the whole place an ethereal feeling. The crystal ocean mirrors the heavens, with radiant colours that flare across the serene surface, broken only by the peaks of gilded waves.

Marc is mesmerised.

He reaches for Dovi’s hand and squeezes.

For the first time in weeks, his mind is quiet.

Marc doesn’t notice Dovi loosening his grip and letting go of his hand. He doesn’t consider how they are the only people on the beach, or how conveniently picky Dovi had been over Marc’s outfit this evening.

He blinks at the rich scene, finally noticing the absence of a warm grasp.

Marc turns.

His jaw drops.

There, in the sand, on a beach in the Caribbean, is Dovi, on one knee, a ring box clutched in his hands as he stares at Marc in wonder.

“Marc. I have loved you for enough of my life to know that there will never be anyone else like you. Every day is the happiest day of my life as long as you’re by my side. Every breath you take fills me with life, every tear you shed rips me apart, and every success raises me. I want to walk by your side for the rest of eternity. I want you to piss me off and scare the crap out of me and make me laugh every single day until we are both old.”

He chokes off on a watery laugh.

Marc can feel the tears in his eyes, his hand has come up involuntarily to cover his mouth in shock. Suddenly, a lot of things are falling into place – the secrets, the phone calls, the nervousness. Dovi wasn’t cheating on Marc; he was too busy stressing about planning a proposal.

“Marc. It is the greatest pleasure in the world to wake up beside you. You are the most beautiful, funny, charming, ridiculous, brave, and strong person I know. I wish there were a way that I could repay you for all you have done for me. I love you endlessly, no matter what. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

It starts to sink in then, for Marc. He realises that this is truly happening. The tears spill down his cheeks, and he sinks to his knees beside Dovi, drawing his partner into a deep kiss, full of love and promise. Marc pulls away, smiling so widely that his cheeks ache. He looks at Dovi – takes in the face of the man that he loves – his kind eyes and crow's feet. His heart sings in joy. It is the easiest yes of Marc’s life

*Cut scene *

“Alex, you BASTARD, you knew?”

[steelheart-redux]

how often do you draw/how do you manage to do. that much work (uploading a comic every tuesday and thursday(?)…) is there any tips you use to save time and also sanity. also hi your comic is really good both art and story wise…

hello!

well. how do i update 2-3 times a week. i will be honest one part of it is just that i am kind of nuts. do not try to match my update schedule unless you also have the Evil Need To Output Pages As Fast As Possible. it is perfectly okay (and frankly more normal) to update at a slower pace. i just naturally draw very very quickly, and am going a little bonkers from having these guys stuck in only my head for 2 years.

but in terms of actual advice. most of my advice is aimed at people who live at the whims of their dysfunctional brains, so it boils down to making the creation of comic pages Not An Arduous Task.

for me, that comes in the form of doing as much work as possible upfront.

i keep comic planning (writing the story, researching things, scripting if i do that, thumbnails, etc.) a fairly separate thing from actually making the comic panels. i make Big Decisions and set up everything i need page-wise on days that i have more motivation, to make it easier to do work on days i have less.

for example, say i'm feeling pretty foggy today, but i know I wanted to get page 54 done. So I go, and instead of seeing a completely blank document (scary!), i see this:

the composition is already there, the dialogue is decided (though admittedly i do change that a lot), and i already have a zarian render ready to go. the thinking is done! i just have to do the legwork, which at that point is pretty mindless. i watch a lot of youtube while i do these.

i also organize my pages in a weird way that i find rewarding, but this answer is pretty long already lol. i'll elaborate if asked.

so that's sanity. as for time, i've talked about using 3d models for characters and props. you don't have to make them if you don't know how, i know csp(?) has built-in asset libraries, and there's plenty of stuff online. make color palettes, if you can! i didn't know procreate had a color palette feature for way too long!!!! also, reuse backgrounds! please reuse backgrounds. if you're like me and get kind of squinchy about doing it, just blur it (comic style allowing) or use props and characters to cover up more noticeable things, and/or draw over things to make it slightly different. i've used the same background panel six times in the past few pages. did you notice?

lastly, don't beat yourself up for not following your planned page creation schedule to a T. things happen. life happens. it's okay. but also, if you're like me, know there might be some days where you do have to give yourself a bit of a kick in the pants to get things going. all the stuff i talked about above is designed to make that easier.

i hope this makes sense, and thank you for reading!

[luigilore]

Hello Ms. Lore,

I’m not gymrat anon but everytime I go to the gym this following scenario pops into my brain bc the way he scans the courtroom in each of his appearances makes me think he plays the gym-eye-tag game like nobody’s business:

You and him have seemingly similar gym schedules bc you see him there frequently. You lift weights in a gym that’s primarily male so it’s normal for you to get some looks like you’re out of place. But He stares more than usual. Not in a domineering, intimidating way, but in a curious, soft, shy way. It’s like he’s in awe and can’t help himself. You can see in the mirror that he glances at you often but whenever you turn to look at him, he quickly looks away, head turned to the floor.

On one machine, you need a 5lb weight plate, so you look over to the squat racks to try to find a stray one but you find that he’s already looking at you. He looks away but you maintain your attention on him as you walk over to him. He becomes visibly nervous as you walk toward him, looking behind him to see what you could possibly be coming over there for lol. You point to the weight plate and ask to borrow one. He stammers and finally chokes out “yeah.” As you do your sets, he tries as hard as possible not to look (think the side-eye thing he was doing dec 23 in the hallway when he was trying not to look at the cameras). When you finish up, he’s still at the rack so you return the plate.

Because you’re feeling bold (and bc this is in my imagination hello), you say something like “is my form really so bad that you need to be watching me that intently” OR SOMETHING (pls give your thoughts). And he’s just stammering and then you’re finally like “my names _______ btw do you mind if I work in with you here”

Instantly, you kinda play up the chatty, confident thing, acting oblivious to how nervous he is. Usually when ppl work in with you, it’s like you’re still in your own world but you make it a point to kinda make slight comments or observations since he’s not wearing headphones. After you’re done, you thank him and then walk away and he’s just like ???? and so flustered the whole time. But the next time you go to the gym, you ask him to spot you and over time, you guys start adapting to each other’s schedules and end up doing full workouts together. Idk I like the idea of him being sorta shy and you being very confident and outgoing bc you do have to develop some amount of confidence to weight lift as a girl (it’s so intimidating sometimes).

Idk if anyyyy of this makes sense but it’s so detailed in my mind I needed to get it out <3 good luck with the rest of ur semester 🤗🤗🤗

omg hiiii <33 YES ofc this makes sm sense and im obsessed w it

i so agree w u like he so would be the type to make gym eye contact tag!!! his stares don't feel like other creepy men who have no problem undressing you with their eyes... it's more just curious and cute

and i love it bc he seems intimidating at first he's sooo buff and hot and he certainly gets his own stares when he's there lol but the reality of him actually being soft spoken and shy asf when u m approach him 😭😭

like he was NOT prepared for anything to come from him looking over at u through the mirror like 🥺 (although he very much welcomes this). but do not expect any eye contact now lol...

would soo be panicking when u come up to him and nooo stop i love asking him that and he would be like 😲 but that doesn’t phase u u just introduce yourself and ask what his name is

and omg yes i totally agree (i don't weightlift but its sooooo fucking awesome to me) but anytime im even in the gym w a bunch of men and im using my little 5 lb weight … im just trying to project some level of confidence <3 i just really like the dynamic of lu being shy and you're more confident esp when u first meet… and whenever u flirt with him even until like a couple months into dating he’d get flustered/red so easily

[waywardstation]

APOLOGIES FOR DISAPPEARING RIGHT AFTER THE SEXYMAN POLLS POSTS I got very sick once again ^^;

BUT I have stuff to post!! I have a project participation announcement, and I have asks/messages to get to, and art and fics to post too. Thank you for your patience as I start things up again ^^

[spookythesillyfella]

not quite . buddy

[fuimus-troes]

probably another unpopular opinion of mine: spain and portugal are cousins, not brothers. they had different mothers (if they even had mothers to begin with)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

come get your levitous sidekick / vicious bastard / funny little guys

[thorntopieces]

i think i pissed my coworker off

[buttercup-illustrations]

I'M TERRIBLY SORRY, but I don't have time to release chapter zero on time because of real life. Most likely, a more official announcement will be released when 80% of the work is ready. As an apology, I will try to release something interesting in the interim