#Jack writes

[int3rtwiningh3artstrings]

Asia!

David - they're getting along like a house on fire. And I mean that in both a bad way and a great way. because for one thing they're both control freaks but for another thing they're both control freaks.

Huxley - tried to steal him from the damn crew. she wants to take him to 17 amusement parks. thinks he's silly. they eat dirt together (both by falling over and by doing it for fun) (as friends)

Vega - hates him hates him hates him thinks he's a slimy fuck

Porter - Lowkey did not think he was a real person. Then they became friends and she's tryna convince him to have self esteem

Geordi - they're smoking so much weed tg you have no clue. Smoke buddies who can cook and talk about bad ex's

Blake - pretended like he was chill, tried to run him over, never spoke to him again

Hush - they LOVEEEEE hush (platonically) they think he's like a lil bug guy and js chill & be silly

bonus - adopts Caelum on sight. buys him cotton candy and goes to a fair.

ok cmere listen

take an oc you have from literally any universe that you have (other than redacted)

tell me what’s happening if they were to run into

- david

- huxley

- vega

- porter

- geordi

- blake

- hush

you can doooo as many of them as you want to

(this is just an excuse to hear about peoples OCs btw)

[jackactuallywrites]

Hidden Paradise

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit (detailed shagging)

Warnings: Unprotected sex and also shower sex which we all know is unsafe

Summary: You walk in on a man in the shower, it takes you seeing him in the skull mask a week later to realise it was Ghost, and he is very intrigued by your reaction

Notes: This absolutely wouldn’t be possible without @xxven my muse and pookie and beta reader who gave me the plot 🤍❤️ (also raven on TikTok for making a hot thirst trap that inspired a whole scene)

Word Count: 4,195 (I am very horny for ghost)

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There was very little luxury to be found on a military base; your military fatigues were never soft, your boots were the cheapest given by the contractors, your bed squeaked every time you so much as moved an inch, and there wasn’t so much as a tealight allowed in the barracks.

However, you’d found a quiet sanctuary. Far from the rest of the buildings on the base, there was a small shower block, disused and forgotten about in favour of the newer, more convenient showers. The water pressure wasn’t all that great, and the tiles would probably never return to whatever shade of white they’d started out as, but all that mattered was that it was so wonderfully, blissfully quiet.

Silence was one of the hardest commodities to come across on a military base; there was always something going on, whether it be a training exercise with a hard-edged sergeant screaming at recruits or the grunts trying out whatever shiny new piece of equipment the government had seen fit to waste money on, but out there in the shower block, muffled by a copse of trees, there was nothing. Beautiful, precious, nothing.

Today had been yet another long lesson in tedium, worsened by the fact that your most beloved friends were out in the field, busy repairing the vehicles with whatever they could scavenge from the base. You already felt exhausted at the idea of how much paperwork you’d have to do after they’d torn through the place, and the day proved you right, with you having to go to every single place in the garages to check what stock had been taken as mechanics had an annoying habit of forgetting to write down what they’d used. It was long into the evening by the time you’d finally finished putting in the orders to replace every strange bit of junk the mechanics had used, and all you could think about was the long shower you were going to take.

The route through the forest was one of the only places you could get away with wearing your headphones and listening to music without getting scolded by the sergeant on patrol, and you took advantage of this privilege every time, blasting some classic disco music in your ears as you approached the shower block, blissfully unaware of the world outside. If not, you might have noticed the sound of the shower running.

As such, you walked into the block thinking of nothing but how your new eucalyptus shower steamer would smell, having got fairly good reviews online. You already had a favourite shower at this point, the one on the very end, with the best water pressure that the rusted old pipes could provide, though it had no door to speak of. You walked along the yellowed tile floor, passing by the empty showers until you finally reached your favourite one, only to find that it was very much not empty.

Standing under the sputtering stream of water was a tall, well-built man, his tan back glistening under the hundreds of droplets of water, highlighting the various white scars on his back, some of them small, some of them intimidatingly large. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down, admiring the muscles in his back and perfectly toned legs, as well as a surprisingly sculpted ass. Whoever he was, he was statuesque in his beauty, as though he had been carved out of marble, and as he turned around to face you, showcasing the golden hair that trailed down from his abs, you caught a glimpse of his shaft, thick and long, yet quickly covered by a large hand.

It was that movement that broke the lustful spell you were under, and your eyes finally stopped ogling his body and flicked up to his face. You didn’t recognise him, not his pale green eyes or his crooked nose, but you could absolutely recognise the outrage on his face, and you yanked down your headphones, keeping your eyes firmly above his waist, “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was in here.” His voice was little more than a snarl, “Get out.” You had absolutely no desire to argue with a man built like that, so you gave a quick nod and hurried back out of the shower block, not willing to spend a single second more in his presence.

~

Since your encounter in the showers, not a single night had gone past where you hadn’t dreamed about the man, his body, his hands, the dark blond hair that led down his navel, and the thick veins on his forearms. It lurked in the back of your mind, eternally present as a lustful little memory to entertain you during the more boring moments of your day.

Yet again, you were in another meeting writing down what items had been used over the week and what needed to be ordered for the next month's exercise. It was made slightly more interesting by the fact that this time, you were working with the SAS, and not just that, but with some of the most feared soldiers there were, including the worst of the worst, Ghost .

You swore you could almost feel the insidious aura coming from the man in the skull mask, as though it was radiating off him in dark waves. When he spoke, his words were sharp and to the point, never expending more energy than was strictly necessary, and rarely directing his attention to you, sitting in silence and taking notes, not that you were complaining. Every time the man spoke, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as though your body was trying to warn you that he was dangerous. It was only toward the end of the meeting that you finally spoke up, standing and reciting everything that you’d written down in your notebook.

It was times like that where you’d have to put on a brave face as if you feared the room of men no more than a pack of kittens, making sure your voice was loud and firm, forcing them to listen to you. None of them seemed particularly interested; after all, you were a perfect, albeit boring professional, yet you remained undeterred, making eye contact with each of them. Even Ghost was looking at you; you could see those pale green eyes watching you from underneath his skull mask with a strange intensity. You remained undeterred, staring back at the man as you read out the various things that were in stock and what would have to be ordered, yet there was something niggling at the back of your head. Those eyes were strangely familiar.

It took you a second to remember, and then the barely buried memory came back: the beautiful man in the shower, his body glistening, his toned muscles, and the dark blond hair that covered his navel. The words in your mouth died on your tongue, and you saw Ghost’s eyebrow raise underneath his mask as if he was intrigued by your reaction to him. You cleared your throat, hoping that the heat you felt in your cheeks wouldn’t show up on your skin as you dropped your eyes back down to your notebook, pointedly ignoring him as you focused back on your task, ensuring that you hadn’t missed anything.

Inexplicably, Ghost spoke up, interrupting your admittedly dull recital of your list, “How soon can we get a restock of the M16 mags?” His question forced you to look over at him, and his pale green eyes seemed as though they were trying to drill right through your head. You refused to back down this time, meeting his gaze no matter how prevalent the image of his naked body was in your mind, even if you did stumble over your words as you flipped through the pages, “Those mags, uh, the ammo for the M16 that is, we ordered those last Tues-Wednesday , so they’ll be in by the end of this week.”

You couldn’t see his expression under his mask, but you could have sworn that it tugged in a way that suggested he was smirking underneath the black fabric, a touch of smugness in his eyes. Was he flirting with you? There was no possible way for you to find out in the middle of a full room, so you decided to put that tantalising idea to the side, wrapping up the last few items on your list and then glancing around the room, “If there’s anything else, please send me an itemised list by the end of the day.”

With that, the meeting was over, every soldier packing up their files, undoubtedly each one as bored as you, and you had little desire to spend any more time with them, especially with the suspiciously intense look Ghost was giving you, so you gave your farewells and left the room as quickly as you could, doing your best to rid your mind of the confusing thoughts whirling around in your mind. Ghost, the supposed ‘psycho’ killer, was flirting with you. Or perhaps threatening you. You weren’t entirely sure which. And yet, you had a strange desire to find out, that small part of you that longed to step into dangerous territory. But how could you? That meeting had been the only time you’d ever interacted with the man; other than your brief encounter in the shower, it didn’t seem like there would ever be another opportunity to be alone with him.

Unless.

Regardless of how outraged he’d been previously, he’d seemed entirely intrigued by you in the meeting, almost amused. You’d seen the direction he was headed; if your mind wasn’t already overtaken with delusional optimism, you could have sworn that he was striding in the direction of the old shower block with what seemed like great determination.

This was one of those deciding moments, a fork in the path where you got to choose what the outcome would be: adherence to your usual routine or something far more thrilling. You could almost feel the clock ticking in your head, your time running short, and for once, you decided to be brave and at least a little bit stupid, heading to your barracks to pick up your things before heading out toward the shower block, adrenaline pounding in your veins as you made your way through the small woods to the brick building.

Even from the outside, you could hear the shuddering of the pipes as they desperately pumped water, your heart beginning to pick up the pace as you pushed open the heavy wooden door, closing it softly behind you, now able to hear the pattering of water on the tile floor and see the black clothing draped over the bench that ran the length of the wall. You walked down the centre of the block, approaching the last stall on the end, and yet, you couldn’t take that final step. Everything below the waist was screaming at you to leap into the shower with the man, yet your brain conjured images of the humiliating HR meeting you’d be in if you had, in fact, entirely misinterpreted what were admittedly very subtle hints. You didn’t dare push over that line with a man so far above you in rank, but you weren’t prepared to entirely give up, so you merely slunk into the stall next to his, stripping off your uniform and hanging it on the backside of the door, pulling it to and surrendering yourself to an unsatisfying shower.

The shower head shuddered as you twisted the knob for water, a few spats of water dripping out, yet nothing more. There was a good reason you stuck to that end stall; almost every other shower there had been neglected to the point of failure. You took this as a sign to give up, turning around to get your things, only to find Ghost standing in the now open doorway.

There was nothing but a towel lazily wrapped around his hips to cover him up, his blond hair already soaked, water leaving little trails down his body, pulling your eyes down. You quickly snapped your attention back to his face, your hands already going to cover your chest and between your legs instinctually. Ghost’s eyes lingered on your body before finally flicking to the broken shower head, then back to your face. You could see that intrigued twinkle in his eyes as he gave you a slightly smug smirk, gesturing toward the other shower stall with his head, “Mine works. We should share.”

You almost couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. The exact situation had been playing out in your mind ever since you’d seen him naked, yet never once had you made the connection between your shower Adonis and Lieutenant Ghost. The two couldn’t be reconciled in your head, but you quickly decided that this was a problem to be solved later, if at all. You turned your non-functioning shower off, though slightly reluctant to use the hand covering your chest to do so, and then walked out of the stall, ducking under Ghost’s arm holding the door open for you, and rounding the corner into the warm stream of the only functional shower, allowing the water to wash away all the important questions that should have been asked, only focusing on the present moment.

Though you’d chosen to face away from him, you could still hear the noise of his towel hitting the wall as he tossed it aside, your entire body tensing up as you felt his presence behind you, the nerves nipping at the back of your mind. You didn’t dare turn to look at him, trying to find something else to focus on to quiet your frenzied brain, your eyes flicking to the one bottle of his on the floor in the shower, trying to figure out what scent ‘original’ was supposed to be, and whether one liquid really could be shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Your thoughts on his toiletries were brought to an instant halt at the first touch of his hand on your hip, a questioning touch as though he was gauging your interest before moving any further. He might have been feared special forces, yet here, you retained a level of control, of security. You relaxed into his touch, leaning back until you bumped up against his chest, and his arm snaked around your stomach, wrapping tightly around your waist as he stepped forward into the stream from the shower, his head dipping down to rest in the crook of your neck. You could feel his other hand trail a path up your thigh before it, too, wrapped around you, pulling you snug against him in a tight embrace, like a man starved for any sort of touch.

For a moment, the two of you remained in that simple intimacy, your arms resting on top of his, enjoying the sheer pleasure of his embrace. Your hands were the first to move, your fingertips gently trailing over the muscles in his forearms, admiring the strength in them, unable to hold back a smile as you saw the not-so-subtle way he flexed them for you. His hand moved then, and you followed them with your own, one trailing down over your hipbone to the top of your thigh, gently stroking the skin there, the other one shifting up until it was just underneath your breast, pausing right before he touched anywhere interesting.

Clearly, he wasn’t about to touch anywhere without your explicit permission, and you decided to test him, pulling his left hand up until it was settled over your breast. His fingers paused, and you felt the tenseness in his arms, yet after a beat, he stretched out his fingers, tracing a little pattern over the swell of your breast, circling your nipple before his hand covered your boob entirely, gently squeezing it in his hand. You could feel his breathing growing heavier, every exhale blowing air over the skin of your neck, but you had no intention of stopping, relaxing into his touch, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, your eyes closed. The hand on your thigh had grown tight, fingers digging into your flesh, and you began to move his hand further in to where you could feel a growing need for his touch.

The further you moved his hand, the tighter his grip on your chest got, pulling you closer against him until you could finally feel his hardness pressed against the small of your back. His clear excitement emboldened you further, and you pushed his hand firmly between your legs, letting his fingers slightly part your labia to rest on your clit. That action earned you a low growl from him, and he buried his face into your shoulder as he pushed his fingers further down, touching the slick wetness beginning to leak out of your needy pussy. The second he felt your wetness, he drew his fingers back from you, digging them into your hip and pulling you firmly against him, rubbing the bridge of his nose against your neck as though he was trying to ground himself in the moment.

You had no problem allowing him to take his time, focusing on the simple pleasure of the warm water on your skin and the heat emanating from his chest to your back. His hand moved back to your pussy, more determined than before, as he slid his fingers down your slit, gently probing your slick hole with his fingers. As he slowly slid one in, he let out a strangled groan, shifting his face so he could bite down on the flesh of your neck, his other hand massaging your breast as his finger began to easily slip inside you. He stretched his thumb up to rest on your clit as he gently began to pump his finger in and out of you, rubbing in little circles, and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan.

The slightest of noises from you seemed to spur him on, and he pushed another finger inside you, beginning to kiss and suck at your neck as he did so, your body easily accepting his two fingers, and so he followed it with a third, his dick twitching with excitement against your back as all three of his fingers sank inside you without resistance.

Whatever good sense you had left was beginning to dissipate in the haze of your lust, and you reached your hand behind you to wrap around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke him as he gently fucked you with his fingers. He rewarded you with a soft groan in your ear, and so you quickened your pace, beginning to pump his dick in earnest, wanting him to receive the same pleasure as you. Your body was eagerly opening up around him, and the last bit of your intelligence vanished as your desperation for him overpowered you, and you begged for stupidity in two words.

“Fuck me.”

There was no hesitance in Ghost’s touch now as he pulled his fingers out of you, turning you to face him and then bending down to grab your thighs and lift you up, pinning you to the cool, damp wall of the shower stall. You could see the lust in his eyes as he shifted to hold you with only one hand, the other quickly moving to his dick, positioning it at your slick entrance and then slowly beginning to lower you down onto him. There was no comparison to the pleasure you felt, not only from feeling him slide into you, but to watch his face as he did so, his open lips, the desperate look in his eyes, his gaze entirely focused on you as though you were Aphrodite herself. You sunk your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud as you felt him stretch out your insides, yet you let your hands dig into his shoulders, your nails raking his skin as you felt every inch of him.

When you finally sunk down to the base of his cock, he leant forwards to rest his head on the wall beside you, clearly struggling to contain his composure, his hand digging into the flesh of your thigh, the other splayed out on the cool tile wall. He took a second to breathe before he began to slowly thrust up into you, his hand shifting from your thigh to your hip to pin you in place. Even in your wetness, you could feel how big he was, filling you up so perfectly, and you arched your back against him, desperate to feel every inch of him inside you. His eyes were on you now, and he moved his hands from the wall to your lips, tugging your bottom lip out from between your teeth and issuing you a singular command, his gaze intense.

“I want to hear you.”

Even in your pleasure, you couldn’t stop yourself from obeying a command from your superior officer, and you let out the moans you’d been holding back, tightening your legs around his waist to pull him into you as much as possible, your fingers raking against his back as he fucked you, his hips beginning to move more forcefully against you. His fingers now moved to your hair, brushing the errant strands out of your face and then shifting down to cup your cheek, lifting your face, his voice soft, “Look at me.”

There was no mistaking the utter lust in his gaze when you looked up at him, yet you could also see quite a great deal of tenderness, of genuine care, which only served to heighten your pleasure, your hands moving from his shoulders to the back of his neck as you clung to him, desperately grinding your hips against him. He picked up his pace further yet still restrained himself from fully slamming into you, his grip like a vice on your thigh. His voice grew hoarser as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, clearly strained, “Touch yourself.”

In another situation, you might have felt insecure, yet you were entirely awash in lustful pleasure, and so you obeyed, reaching down with one hand to begin rubbing circles around your increasingly sensitive clit, feeling that same build of pleasure in your core as Ghost fucked you faster still, his expression growing more desperate by the second. He leant forward to whisper his final command against your lips.

“Come for me.”

Your body seemed honour-bound to obey him as your pussy clenched around his dick, your pleasure building until it finally crescendoed, with Ghost’s lips crashing onto yours as you finished, his hips moving frantically as he desperately fucked you, his thrusts stuttering as he finally shot his load deep inside you, his body crushing yours into the wall in a tight embrace. Your kisses became softer as the both of you came down from your frenzied high, his grip on your body loosening slightly, your death grip around his neck becoming less deadly.

With a satisfied groan, Ghost let himself sink to the floor, pulling you down along with him into his lap, letting his dick remain inside you as you settled more comfortably on top of him, resting against his chest as he lazily wrapped his arms around your lower back, cradling you against him. After such bodily heat, the comparatively cool water of the shower felt heavenly on your skin, washing away your intermingled sweat.

You probably could have slept there, with Ghost still buried inside you, yet he was not so spellbound. With a gentle movement, he pulled his softening length out of you, reaching over to grab the bottle of soapy liquid he’d left on the floor. Then, he repositioned you so you were now sitting in between his legs, his thick thighs boxing you in as he opened the bottle behind you. You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing, nor did you care, still awash in a pleasant afterglow. The touch of his fingers gently massaging the liquid into your hair was a heavenly surprise, and you practically melted into his hands, a human-sized pile of putty perfectly manipulated by him. He ran his fingers through the length of your hair, thoroughly soaping up every strand before he let the cool water wash away the suds.

Then, he got to work on your body. Never had you been so grateful for three-in-one soap as it meant you didn’t have to miss a second of his warm chest against your back as he began to soap up your body, his fingers incredibly gentle against your skin, paying attention to every single part of you, and then letting you lean back against his chest as the water washed everything away, his arms coming to rest around your waist. Every single care of yours seemed to follow the soap down the train as you relaxed into him, enjoying the way he rested his chin on your head as you closed your eyes, finally entirely at ease.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

Scarecrows reacting to the reader being uncontrollably loud

BTAS from his first episode specifically

He is very cocky about it. You have to kiss him or stuff something in his mouth to get him to shut up.

BTAS

He has to slow down or he's gonna cum too quickly. Seeing you break into nothing but a moaning and shaking mess is making him start to break too. His legs are getting wobbly and he's starting to moan too.

TNBA

Same as BTAS, but it's too damn good to slow down. He tries to hold it back for you, but can't for too long. He also gets really loud without thinking and gets embarrassed about it afterwards.

Salecrow

This man goes full dom on you. He's primitive and possessive af. He is not afraid to also make lots of sounds and he definitely does.

Yellow Lantern

He's cursing you for being so damn hot. He's trying his best not to cum too quick but you're really not making it easy and he jokingly gives you shit for it.

Mof

Confidence boost. For once he feels comfortable in his own skin and not as the Scarecrow. Get ready for his soul to leave his body because the amount of cum that is gonna come out of that man is unreal. Seriously, I hope you have sheet/mattress protection because towels are not gonna cut it.

Arkham Asylum

Oho. Ohohoho. He is LIVING for this. He's all over you. He's taking on the dom role and pretending he has everything under control when in reality, he is mentally fighting for his life not to cum in you too soon. He's not afraid to moan back.

Arkham Knight

Pretty much the same as AA Jon, but he's also fighting to keep going for you despite how tired he's getting and also possibly in pain, but he'll try to hide it. Despite the discomfort, he's also really enjoying it and is too stubborn to stop. He's mainly laser focused on what he's doing, but he does let out the occasional blissful moan in response to sensitive touches. He's a bit of a rougher dom than AA when it comes to physicality, but his words can be as praising or harsh as you want. He knows EXACTLY how to get what he wants out of people after all. Please let him rest for like a year after the session, he can barely move. Also definetly massage his leg and/or foot if he was using his legs. Maybe his back too, especially his lower back and hips. He is not getting off that bed no matter how much he wants to until at least the next morning.

Legends of the Dark Knight

He gets way too excited, goes as fast as he can without thinking and cums almost instantly. You have to train him to be a good boy and wait.

As the Crow Flies

He gets flustered. He starts off by worrying that you might be heard, but ends up way too turned on to care and starts making sounds himself.

Scarebeast

Gets insanely primitive and possessive, you NEED a safe word. Seriously, he loses all concept of how big he is compared to you, which can be very dangerous.

Nightwing

He's very cocky about it, trying to hide how tired he's actually getting (old man stamina).

Man Bat

He is very cocky and does NOT shut up unless you keep his mouth busy.

Catwoman

He's also super cocky, but breaks out into a moaning mess easily if you make the right moves.

Kings of Fear

He tries to act like a dom, but if you so much as look him in the eyes, he breaks too.

Harley Quinn comics

He either gets too tired to keep going or loses control and cums too early.

HQAS

He can't, he breaks too. He's barely keeping it together enough to not cum instantly, but he's hanging on by a thread and he is not gonna last.

Fear State

This man has not slept since the dawn of time. It would take a miracle for him to not need at least one break during the session. Other than that, he loves it. If you're open to overstimulation, he totally does it since the usual reaction is similar to panicking.

No Man's Land

He cums in abundance the second he processes what's happening. He too needs good boy training.

Year One

Laser focused. He's struggling not to let himself go apeshit on you and pound you into the ground until he cums. Luckily he's good at self control, but you very much see that the urge is there. He doesn't have the focus to talk to you, he's way too focused on: keeping you in this state and making you cum (if you can), not doing anything that might cross your boundaries, and not cumming right away.

Knight Terrors

Oh he's teasing you about it. If you try to muffle your sounds or hide your face, it's even better. If you let him, he'll even strip you of your attempts to hide yourself so you're fully vulnerable to him.

[masteroffearshusband49020]

BTAS Jons with a big spoon s/o headcanons

BTAS Jon from his first episode specifically

He pretends to think the idea is ridiculous

but he agrees to try

He says it's acceptable

He absolutely loves it and craves it, but refuses to admit it

until you forget to do it one night and he awkwardly tries to get you to do it without telling you what he wants directly

BTAS Jon

Your request makes him blush, he accepts as long as you don't tell anyone

You try it and oh. My. God. His world just changed in the best way

He can finally comfortably be vulnerable

His eyes are watery when he expresses this to you

From now on, he only sleeps well when you spoon him and it lessons his nightmares

TNBA Jon

It always surprises him whenever you want to give him physical affection at the beginning of your relationship, this was no exception

He curiously agreed as long as you don't tell a soul

You begin and once you get comfortable, you hear and feel him try to suppress his crying

You quickly ask him what's wrong and try to comfort him

Nothing is wrong, it's just the first time someone has ever made him feel so safe and loved

He finally doesn't need to act tough

He begs for it every night, it's the only time he sleeps well and has a good chance of not getting a nightmare

[2012wannabe]

One Bad Night

cw/tw: I played something that I knew would probably trigger me and then was all surprised pikachu face when it did soooo we have this! Don’t be like me lmao. Reader gets drugged at a party and you can fill in the blanks. Tbh I haven’t drank in so fucking long so if that part is inaccurate we can just ignore.

mid write update: I was like ‘oh I wasn’t triggered that bad’ and decided to finish the game which got 10 times worse and now I want to curl in a ball d*e so um anyway I hate this but if ppl like it I’ll do the second part like I was planning to.

abby x reader, reader is r*ped at a party, date r*pe drug, hurt/comfort, Slight weed usage mention, dr*gging, trauma

When you told Abby you were going to that party, she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her chest. She dreaded it and wanted so badly to tell you to stay home. Thinking about it the whole day leading up to the party she wrestled to find a good reason for you not to go.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to go, but I just have a bad feeling. Please stay home with me, please.” Abby pleaded.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll have Ellie and Dina there with me.” You said. That didn’t do much to comfort Abby but your mind was made up.

“Is your phone fully charged along with your portable? Do you have your pepper spray and your taser?” She asked fervently.

“Yes to all of those things. I’ll be back in our bed safe and sound before you know it.” You said kissing her.

“Ellie and Dina are almost here, they’re picking me up. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Forget about me, I’m worried about you,” Abby muttered. You kissed her again and reassured her before walking out the door. Still, she felt unsettled and sat awake awaiting your return. She tried to calm her nerves, but nothing would do. You could do everything right and and still fall victim to the wrong person. The clock ticked on, 10, 11, 12, 1, 2 before Abby’s phone buzzed startling her. She anxiously responded, assuming the worst.

You had texted from the party, stumbling and your hands shaking. You had to strain to remember how you found yourself in a bed in one of the bedrooms that were on the second floor.

Her heart sunk into her chest, shattering like glass. She could kick herself. Abby wasted no time jumping in the car and speeding off to the party you left to. All the while you could barely follow the conversation as a bubble of panic started to form in your chest.

Her whole body shook as she voiced her texts into her phone microphone. She should have never let you go to that party, she chastised herself. Abby tried to push it down, knowing that you did indeed do everything quote unquote right. You frequented these parties and were familiar with all the people. You had your drink cover and an assortment of weapons. You were always with your friends. She could almost feel tears bubbling in her eyes from her worry about you, hoping that nothig actually happened and she was just thinking about the worst case scenario. She typed out another question, waiting for your answer.

She tried calling you to no avail. Your phone rang and rang but you lost your battle to sleep. She tried Ellie and Dina with unfortunately similar results, Texting them frantically asking where you were.Abby pulled into a spot on the side of the road and very anxiously ran up to the house, letting herself in.

Checking each and every room, Abby’s panic escalated. To her relief in the room at the very end of the hallway, you laid asleep in the big queen sized bed. She rushed in, slipping your phone in her pocket and sitting down next you.

“Hey baby, how are you doing? You scared me a bit.” She said, tucking your hair behind your ear. You awoke slowly and gave her a big smile.

“Abs!” You said,

“You’re here.”

“Did you doubt I would be?”

“Never. Not for a moment.” Your speech was still a bit slurred and there was still a pain in your thighs.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Abby said as picked you up and put you on your feet as if you weighed nothing.

“My strong girl,” you muttered. You gave Abby your things and she helped you back down the hall and out the door, both of you momentarily forgetting the implication of what actually happened to you. You were okay now, at least physically. She lifted you into the passenger seat of her car but when you sat down you couldn’t help but grimace.

“What’s up?” Abby asked.

“Just hurts.” Her heart sank again for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

“Can you show me where it hurts?” You put your hands on your upper thighs and into the space between your legs. Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit.

“You know what, let’s just get home and we can deal with that later ok.” Abby’s heart raced as she got into the drivers seat. She gave you some water she brought and your favorite kind of granola bar. As for you, your mind was just blank. You just stared out the window, not really thinking anything. Just silence echoing in your ears as you ate. In the years to come you would forget most of the details of the night, that morning feeling so far way. Abby tightened her grip on your hand and leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“I love you so fucking much. I can’t tell you how terrified I was that something had happened to you, that I had lost you somehow.” Abby whispered. Tears welled up in your eyes and you scrunched your face, turning away. You gripped Abby’s hand back and couldn’t help but just cry. You were so overwhelmed you didn’t know to feel just speechless, blank. She put her arm around you, pulling you in for a hug as you just all of a sudden felt your world crashing down. You cried and let out a particularly loud sob into her shoulder as she held onto you. Your phone rang, your ringtone cutting into the tense air.

You pulled away, wiped your tears and took a breath,

“Hey els.” Your voice still shook. Sounds of the party still blasted in the background,

“I just got your text and wanted to check up on you. Did Abby pick you up yet?”

“Yeah.” A pause.

“You sound off, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, not wanting to explain everything the events of the night.

“No you’re not. What’s up?” Ellie asked more sternly.

“I’m good.” You said firmly.

“I just don’t want to talk about it right now. All you need to know is that I’m good.” Hesitating slightly, she agreed.

“Is Dina with you?” You asked.

“Yeah, yeah. She’s right here.” She said, Dina’s slurring voice echoing in the background.

“Okay, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow, all right?”

“Okay, get home safe!” The call ended and silence shot through the air. You looked at Abby again and neither of you said anything. For near the rest of the night, you both operated in silence. Abby drive you home, got you out of the car, you both went upstairs and started to get ready for bed. It wasn’t until you had to sit down on the toilet that it felt that all of a sudden your brain turned on again and pain flared through your inner thighs and crotch area. You let out a cry and just started to cry again with your pants still down around your ankles.

“Babe?” Abby said, immediately tending you you. Tears started flowing again and you let your body fall forward, hugging your knees. Abby extended her hand out gripping yours. You used her hand to pull yourself up so that you were standing half nude in front of her with your bruising on full display.

“I don’t…I don’t remember this. I obviously know it happened, but I just sat down to smoke a joint outside on the upstairs balcony and then I was groggy in the bed.” You said. The only thing you could focus on was the salty taste of your own tears that had wet your cheeks and Abby’s every tight grip on your hand. She let a few tears fly too, turning around to briefly wipe her face in attempt to stay strong for you.

“Okay. I appreciate you telling me baby. Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You nodded no in response and held your arms out toward her. She took you in her arms graciously, hugging you tight.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I can get you ice for the bruises and some water.”

“Jus’ want to go back to sleep.”

“Okay, ok.” Abby muttered, bringing you to bed. She put a pair of her own basketball shorts on you with ice packs tucked in the front in addition to your favorite hoodie of hers that you always stole. Your water bottle was sat on the night stand, filled with water and ice, ready for you. When everything was done Abby crawled next you in bed, wrapping her strong arms around you. You calmed for just a moment before muttering to yourself,

“He must have did it wrong.”

“What?”

“He must have did it wrong.” You said louder and clearer. There was a pause.

“Whoever did that to me must have drugged me. I took a shot right before I went up to go smoke which must have been where it happened considering I don’t remember anything after actually smoking. But something went wrong apparently because I was at most half asleep.”

“But you don’t remember the act?”

“No.” Abby swallowed thinking about that. It was probably better that you blocked out the event. The bruising patterns on your body told a clear story and her heart was absolutely broken thinking about what had to say next. It felt like she had cotton in her mouth, trying to to spit it out.

“So, for at least a moment we can’t dance around this. You were raped right?” Abby asked, sucking in a breath. You sighed.

“Yes. I can tell that much. It’s kind of coming back to me.

“Okay.” Abby said carefully.

“How would you feel about getting a rape kit done? You don’t have to, but I think it would be a good idea so that you have all that information should you decide to say something in the future.”

“Only if you come with me.” You said in a low voice, cuddling your body into hers and your face into her neck. Abby’s heart hurt as she said,

“Of course. Of course. We’ll go first thing in the morning.”

“Okay, Abs.” You took another deep breath and let your fatigue take over, lulling you to sleep.

[niceyniceyzoozoo]

hiiii if you’re still taking howince hurt/comfort prompts, “come on, let’s get you cleaned up”?

Thank you for sending this! I am literally always taking prompts I love doing little prompts :)

I'm also changing the timeline for the end of the chokes for angst purposes

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Howard had only returned to pick up the rest of his things and leave his keys behind.

Maybe he'd leave a dramatic note, or a signed headshot. Something that could really be worth some money after he hit it big.

Of course, Jurgen still hadn't disclosed the nature of his special project with Howard yet, but he had put Howard up in a dingy apartment for the past two months, giving him fine whiskey and cheap cigarettes to better "hone his craft."

So clearly, this project was a special one.

Howard crept into the Naboutique, holding the bell over the door still so it couldn't ring.

It was nearly the middle of the night, ten minutes past Vince's preferred time to arrive at any gathering.

Naboo and Bollo would be DJing, and Vince would be preening in front of a crowd.

If he wasn't still on tour with The Black Tubes. Howard hadn't kept up with the news of Vince's new band.

He was surprised to see the main area of the flat just as he had left it.

As Howard was the only one who cleaned, he had imagined it would fall into a state of pure disgust. But everything was neat and tidy, although covered in a noticeable layer of dust.

He had to convince himself not to get the feather duster from the hall cupboard. He was on a mission, after all.

The door to his old room opened slowly, and silently.

And now, this was different.

The room was utter chaos.

Not that Vince was exactly a neat person, but his piles of clothing always had some semblance of organization that only Vince could understand, and Howard's items had never been mixed into the mess.

But not, it was everywhere.

Howard's clothes were strewn about the room, mingling with Vince's clothes all around the floor.

Howard's desk had been upended, as though someone had pushed it over in a fit of anger. His stationary village seemed to have been hit by a hurricane.

Howard noticed scrapbooks, the ones Vince had created to keep their photographs safe, placed on Vince's bed, looking more like a nest than an actual bed, piled with blankets and clothes.

But the greatest shock of all, was on Howard's bed.

Vince was sitting up, perched on his knees, and staring at Howard.

His hair was a state, half of it pulled up into a tiny ponytail that had obviously been in for three days, at least. His roots were more visible than Howard can remember them being, mousy brown like a halo, dissolving into black.

And that's definitely Howard's shirt he's got on, the olive-beige button-down he wore nearly every day at the zoo.

It was misbuttoned, and christy, Vince was thin. His collarbones stuck out more than they should, and his cheekbones were even pointier.

He didn't look well.

He looked dull, and drained, and fucking sad.

Vince squeezed his eyes closed.

"You ain't real. 'm jus' dreamin' again," he mumbled. Howard watched him pinch his own leg.

His eyes opened again, and he seemed shocked to still see Howard lingering in the doorway.

"Um, not. I'm not. I mean, well, I'm not not real." Howard coughed. "I've come to-"

take you with me.

stay here with you forever.

tell you that you're the only thing that truly matters to me.

"collect the rest of my things."

Bushbaby eyes filled with shining tears.

"So that's it, then? You're taking your things and leaving?"

Howard didn't realize he could miss someone so much, until he heard Vince speak. Until he heard his uncharacteristically quiet voice.

He'd forgotten just how lovely Vince's voice was when it slid over his raw emotions.

How had he not felt this ache? This terrible pain in his chest at the mere idea of leaving Vince.

He had done it so easily when he thought Vince didn't care about him.

He had told himself time and time again that he didn't care about Vince, even if it was a complete lie.

And here they are. They care about each other, and they're both hurt, and sad, and how could Howard possibly ever leave?

"No," he cleared his throat, speaking up, his voice ringing through the room. "No. I am going to stay. I am, Vince-" he choked. He choked just like on that stage a lifetime ago.

He felt the crunching of paper, and for fuck's sake. This was the worst possible time to go all stiff and quiet.

But Vince, lovely, perfect, mind-reading Vince, simply stood up from the bed, and wrapped his arms around Howard.

It was everything. His little man holding on with all his strength, his body shaking as he held back his sobs.

Howard was such an idiot.

But he felt himself loosen in Vince's arms, so much so that he was able to return the hug.

"I'm sorry, Vince. I'm so sorry. Please, Little Man, please forgive me."

"'Oward, I'm sorry. 'm sorry I made you leave, that I-I, you thought I didn't care."

And once again, Vince was reading his mind just like Howard had never left.

"I'm staying right here, Vince. I promise." He brought a hand up to stroke through Vince's hair, surprised at the feeling of it.

It was silky smooth the way it was with no product, and it was stiff and immobile.

It was greasy, and knotted, and Vince wasn't taking care of himself with Howard gone.

The eerily clean living room made sense.

Vince was spending his time cooped up in this bedroom, in their bedroom, and he wasn't taking care of himself, because Howard always did that.

Howard made sure he was fed and chided him to pick up after himself. He made sure the laundry was clean and the dishes were put away.

And it's not as though Vince can't bathe himself, he loves primping and getting beautiful.

Clearly, he didn't care.

He didn't care about himself when Howard wasn't there to help him do it.

"Come on, Little Man. Let's get you cleaned up."

[jackwillwrite]

WIP Whenever

tagged by @mallaidhsomo ! thanks :>

tagging: @prettyboysposts @spodrick if they wanna and anyone else who would like to do so !

excerpt:

His squadmates’ faces had merged, tonight. Into creatures with four-yellowed eyes, long-clawed but still so familiar, wailing a warning under the weight of a red sky. The thresher maw had kicked up so much dust and earth that night that the atmosphere had been brown and gritty, the kind of raw staleness in the air you could taste, all ground-up rock and sediment. But in his sleep the dust clouds burned in his lungs like acrid smoke from an open fire and the roar of earth collapsing was mechanical, crackling like comm static.

Large figures loomed in the dust he couldn't seem to blink away. Embers burned in the air like stars and seared into his skin. Animalistic teeth where familiar faces had once been stretched in primal cries of desperation and rage.

Light- he'd woken when the light burned him up whole.

His nightmares hadn’t changed much in ten years. They’d never been pleasant, exactly, but somehow it felt far worse for them to change. More unpredictable. The differences unsettled him, left him to wonder if the Prothean beacon had left his brain more changed than he’d thought.

He looked down into his cup as if it’d yield answers. The liquid inside was wavering, and he stared at it in confusion.

Warm hands wrapped around his, lowering the cup to the table with a gentle clink of ceramic, and slowly loosened his grip. Shepard looked up to find that Kaidan had moved to stand beside him, his hip slotted against the table. He was watching Shepard steadily, hands still curled loosely around Shepard’s.

“Your hands are shaking,” said Kaidan.

[jackluvsdaniel]

AO3 Wrapped

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I know I'm lagging but I've been in full editing mode for a few weeks 😂

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Fic that made me cry:

Your Heart is the Softest Place. After Buck talks to Hen is 6x04, he ends up at Eddie's house.

Fic that made me smile:

Beautiful Rhythms. It's just 1000 words of Eddie being stupidly fond.

Gifts: I didn't write any gifts this year.

Collaborations: No collaborations.

Events: July Rough Trade - Sentinel AU

Underrated: Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a teeny fic. Kiss Me is just 450 words of Buck and Eddie making out in the kitchen.

Coming in 2023:

I'm currently plotting for my Inexplicable Babies fic for the Q1 Big Moxie challenge, I have two new fics in the works for the Love Is... Series and a whole new *redacted* fic that is in the last stages of plotting and scene planning.

Tagging anyone who wants to play and hasn't been tagged yet. I'm SO LATE to this, so I feel like most people have done it by now but I'll tag a few anyway.

@blaidddrwg1982 @lostinabuddiehaze @firemedicdiaz @hattalove @hmslusitania @capseycartwright @cowandcalf

[cryptid-jack]

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[j4ckab0iii]

Quirky sneak peek at my fic "I Would Know Him Blind", a destiel fic that's been rattling around in my brain for months now

Gonna upload it to AO3 as soon as I've got chapter one done (which will hopefully be soon..)

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

GUYS… 💀

Skully J. “I greet you with a kiss” Graves

You wake up in his arms after blacking out

Calls you “my dear” and “lovely”/“wonderful” even though we literally just met

Comments that your names are beautiful

Offers to escort you (well, Trey technically) through the woods even though Skully has no idea where tf he’s going

Remarks that it would be nice to hold hands and stroll through the forest together

He tends to use the term "fated" to refer to things he has in common with others

Is the first character in all of Twst to have a BLUSHING face

He holds your hand and kisses you (on the back of it??) without even waiting or asking for your okay (avert your eyes, Grim…)????

HE ALSO KISSES GRIM AND ALL THE OTHER BOYS ON THE HAND

HE KISSES YUU MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT THIS EVENT

HE WALKED OUT OF a DAtinG SIM 😭

Other Skully facts:

He’s taller than Malleus (not including the horns, just judging by the models) and Sebek (stated explicitly in the dialogue)

He’s is a first year student

He’s 16, same age as the other first years (though Skully only recently turned 16)

Speaks very respectfully, even to fellow first years (Riddle remarks on Skully being very gentlemanly and even Vil calls Skully elegant)

He refers to himself using an archaic form of “I” (wagahai)

HE’S AN OTAKU FOR HALLOWEEN, he calls Jack Skellington “Jack Skellington-sama” and says Jack is the person he admires the most dbsksbsiqguzvs

Skully asks everyone else call him Jack-sama too

He comes from a small isolated fog-shrouded rural village; it is located at the bottom of a valley

His hometown considers Jack Skellington the founder of Halloween; Jack Skellington is not known outside of this village

The people in Skully’s hometown love Halloween and its founder, Jack

He seems to be sleep deprived???

Skully tries to tell others at his school about Halloween and Jack, but his peers don’t listen and get mad at him

Skully doesn’t like to talk about his school (and seems to actively dislike it, calling his classmates fools and asking to avoid the topic of school)

He self-admits to not having many people who understand him

Confirmed a mage (Leona says he has the same amount of magic as Epel), but he doesn’t have a magical pen/doesn't seem to know what they are???

He doesn't know Malleus either.

Skully claims he was also sucked into the book while attending the used book fair in Foothill Town

Chunibyo?? Like, he presents as mysterious initially but actually has very excitable reactions to things, lots of purple prose too

Leona calls him a BADGER

He calls his classmates “worthless” for not understanding/listening to him

He thinks lowly of those who disagree with his opinions on Halloween; there is a drastic shift in his personality when the NRC students express dissent

Skully’s ideal Halloween is solemn and desolate, involving: beating up all ghosts, painting rooms entirely black, no decorations, and no music

This is how his village spends Halloween, in solemn silence; Skully grew up thinking this is how it always is

He likes classical music and opera

He acts gentlemanly because he believes Jack is also a gentleman

He wants to learn piano someday

Skully believes that staying traditional and respecting and protecting the past is important

Details about his unique magic

(Side note: GRIM’S NEW oUTFIT 👌 He looks perfect in that suit!! LOOKS At HIS WIDDLE PAW gLOVES… And the chest fluff sticking out gives the illusion of a cravat! Aaaaaah, so cute 💕)

[jackactuallywrites]

Purely Professional

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Medic Reader

Rating: Mature (nothing too explicit but dick is hinted at)

Warnings: Ghost has a boo boo 😔 (blood, facial injury - split cheek and bruising)

Summary: You are the only medic Ghost trusts to treat him. Also you guys are friends with benefits!

Notes: Yes I do always headcanon Ghost with a broken nose. It’s HOT. Also I’m cleaning out the drafts

Word Count: 1,712

ao3 link

“He’s here.”

You didn’t need to ask to know who the other medic was talking about, nodding thanks to the medic as she left, and you quickly finished up with the young woman you were patching up, “You can take ibuprofen as needed, no more than two pills at a time, and space out the dosage to every four hours.” You wrinkle your nose, “I mean, you know how to take ibuprofen, just basic over-the-counter stuff. But come back if there’s any problems.” She nods, “Thanks, Doc.” You weren’t sure how many times you’d specified the difference between a combat medic and a military doctor, but at this point, it wasn’t worth the air, so you just nodded, gesturing for her to take her leave, “Anytime.” She grabbed the pillbox and made her way out of the room, leaving you to clean up the empty wrappings, tossing them into the nearby bin. You tore off the paper that was covering the bed, binning it as well and then rolling out another cover, making sure everything was fresh and clean. When you were satisfied, you walked out of the room into the waiting room, your eyes immediately landing on the one man who didn’t need to be named.

Ghost.

The intensity of his gaze was intimidating, his dark eyes glowering from underneath the skull mask as though he wanted nothing more than to take down every single person who dared to breathe the same air as him. At this point, the other medics had learned that he wouldn’t accept their help, refusing to utter even a single word until you were free. You leaned against the frame of the door that led into the hallway, beckoning him with a jerk of your head. He rose from his seat, seeming to dwarf everyone else around him as he walked through the room toward you, brushing past you without a word and striding straight into the open examination room, the cold silence seeming to emanate off him like a tangible aura, visibly affecting those around him, the other medics shrinking away from him as he passed.

You followed him into the room, closing the door behind you, “So, what can I help you with today, Lieutenant?” He sat down on the bed in the room, resting one forearm on his thigh, gesturing with the other hand to his face, consistently a man of few words. You stepped closer to him, “You’re going to have to give me a little more than that.” He grunted, reaching up to take off his helmet, setting it on the bed beside him, and then unclipping the skull mask, revealing the balaclava underneath. Finally, he pulled off the balaclava, revealing his clipped blond hair, and then his face, bruised and bloody, his cheek split open, blood already dried to his skin. His eyes, thankfully untouched, the black paint surrounding them unmarred, were on you, boring into your face as he watched you.

You didn’t waste time, reaching out to probe his face, your fingers gently holding onto his chin as you turned his head from side to side, inspecting the damage. It looked worse than it was; facial injuries always bled more, and though he tensed when you gently pressed his cheek, there was no sign of anything broken. After taking a moment just to be sure, you drew back from him, walking to the medical cupboard and taking out an antiseptic wipe, talking as you did, “You won’t need stitches.” He grunted, and you took this as permission to begin wiping the blood away from his face.

“So,” you began, always one to make idle chitchat as you worked, “who did you piss off this time?” Ghost watched you, his face solemn, searching your eyes before he responded, his voice barely more than a whisper, “Couple guys.” You smiled as you brushed the wipe over his split skin, “You know if you want to see me, you only have to ask.”

All the tension in his face seemed to ease then, his eyes softening as he looked up at you, “I know.” You took this as permission, gently nudging his legs open so you could stand in between them, closing the distance between you, allowing him to reach out in his own time, and after a brief moment, he did, his hands reaching out to gently rest on your hips, his fingers hesitant, still unused to the intimacy you shared. You cleaned up the rest of the blood on his cheek, giving him time to get used to your close proximity as you brought out a small plaster to cover his wound. In a moment of impulsivity, you pressed a gentle kiss to his damaged cheek, your reward his sharp intake of breath and the tightening of his fingers on your hips, pulling you closer toward him.

“You know,” you began, letting your hands rest on his shoulders, “the other medics are going to think you’re sweet on me.” Ghost let his face rest in the crook of your neck, his voice low, muffled by your shoulder, “I’m not sweet.” You smiled, letting your fingers trace over from his shoulders to the back of his neck, “No? What would you call this?” “Desperate.”

There was no mistaking the longing in his voice, the yearning, the way his fingers pulled you closer to him until your body was pressed against his. Already, his fingers were pulling at your shirt, just like he’d done so many times before, secretive fumbles in whatever vehicle or armoury was nearest, all beginning with some injury he only allowed you to treat, all ending with you wrapped up in his arms. You smiled, shifting one hand to stop his fingers on their insistent path underneath your shirt, “I think they’ll notice if I spend forty minutes in here with you.” Ghost didn’t seem entirely put off by the idea, his face tilting up as his lips began to move over your neck, gently nipping at the skin, his voice husky, “You love this being our dirty little secret, don’t you?”

It was impossible for you to lie to him; after all, he was special forces; no doubt he could sniff out every last secret of yours if he truly wanted to. His hand was already moving from your hip up to your cheek, forcing you to look at him as he pulled away from your neck, his pale eyes searching yours, “Admit it.” Every part of you seemed desperate to touch and be touched by him, and you held back a groan, “Yes. Which is why we can’t do anything in here.” His lips quirked in a smirk, “We wouldn’t want them to think you give this treatment to everyone.” You smiled, “I am supposed to be a professional, after all.” His thumb reached out to brush your cheek, “Couldn’t we both use a little unprofessionalism right now?”

The idea was tempting. Too tempting. You could feel those eyes of his melting away your resolve, and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, biting the inside of your cheek, “What exactly did you have in mind?” There was a wicked look in his eyes, luring you into sin, to submit yourself to his will entirely, “What I have in mind would make too much of a mess and needs more time than we have.” You tilted your head to the side, curious, “So what do we do?” He was quiet for a moment, his eyes flicking over every single facet of your face, your eyes, your cheeks, your lips. He leaned into you, his nose bumping against yours, letting you feel that little ridge where it had been broken. His words were a murmur against your skin, softer than he ever seemed capable of, “I’ll be content with a kiss for now.”

It never seemed to make sense that a devil could be so sweet; you knew what he was capable of, you’d patched him up, you’d seen his medical records detailing what he’d been through, yet here he was, asking you for that simplest of intimacies. You obliged his simple request, leaning forward to press your lips against his, feeling the slight stubble on his skin prickle yours, his hand shifting from your cheek to the back of your neck, the one on your hip moving to the small of your back to pull you closer to him, encircling your body, his lips soft against yours, yet insistent, needy. He pulled away before you, leaning his forehead against yours, letting out a strained sigh, his hand moving from your back to his crotch, adjusting his trousers to disguise the growing bulge there. “The things you do to me.” His voice held some frustration, his fingers tightening on the back of your neck but loosening just as quickly, always in complete control of himself.

You could see the Lieutenant return, the way his back straightened, the grim determination returning to his lips. His hands fell away from your body, reaching for the balaclava and mask he’d put to the side, and you knew your time with him was coming to a close. You stepped back from him, tucking in your shirt, allowing him to resume that persona, covering his bruised face with the black balaclava and then finishing with clipping his skull mask back into place, his helmet finishing the transformation. All that remained of him were those soft eyes, out of place, surrounded by blackness. He reached up with one hand to tuck a loose hair back under your beret, his gloved fingers gently stroking against your cheek. “I’ll be seeing you.”

There was no doubt that he would find you to finish what you’d started here, but for now, he was back to business, standing up off the table and straightening out his uniform. You crossed the room to open the door for him, allowing the outside world view into your privacy, not that there was anything for them to see. He stalked past you without a word, yet as he passed, his hand reached out to gently squeeze your arse, sending tingles up your spine as he left you wanting, trying hard not to look like a lovesick dog as you watched him go.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

Different Scarecrows reacting to a high reader getting very flirty and horny, (but also getting shy to verbally ask for sex)

BTAS from his first episode specifically

He tries to get you to tone it down out of embarrassment the first time. You're going gentle and mainly body worshipping him. The tenderness and loving attention makes his heart flutter. The longer it goes on, the less he can resist.

BTAS

"D-dear, please..." He's flustered. You gently body worship him, gradually getting more and more sexual. He becomes putty in your hands the more you go on. You're probably the first person to treat him this way and he's absolutely loving it.

TNBA

Also very flustered the first time, especially as your body worshipping gets more sexual. He goes from his tough, threatening persona to your little bitch real fast. His heart is pounding, he's so anxious because he's not used to it, but so at ease at the same time because he knows you mean no harm whatsoever. As he overcomes his anxiety, he actively encourages you to keep going.

Salecrow

He's all over you right back and slips into subspace. He lets you do whatever you want to him and begs for more.

Yellow Lantern

He's enjoying and basking in the attention he's getting. He can't think, he's in heaven. All he can do is beg you to keep going.

Mof

He's so awkward and flustered, especially as you get more sexual. He doesn't know how to handle it. He just lets you do whatever you want with him out of desperation and desire. He's very embarrassed about asking for more, but he wants it so bad, so he occasionally asks you very meekly.

Arkham Asylum

He's a giggling mess. You're so cute. He can't keep his hands off you either, he's totally doting over you. He's mirroring everything you do to him and making sure you get everything right back tenfold. He's giving you so much praise and asking if you want more. He especially praises you when you ask for more without his help because he knows it's hard.

Arkham Knight

Well this is interesting. He's studying your every move, mentally taking notes, especially the first time. He tries not to show his insecurity as you reveal more of him to yourself, but you see him tense up. His anxiety is soothed and his muscles relax whenever you greet every part of him with kisses and a loving stare rather than disgust. He notices you get shy saying what you want and resort mainly to showing it, he teases you into saying everything you want in order to get it. Once you say what you want, he makes sure you're handsomely rewarded as best as he can.

Legends of the Dark Knight

He's an anxious and flustered mess. He keeps wanting to ask you if this is genuine, but keeps stopping himself every time he sees the loving look in your eyes as you dote over every part of him. He's trying his best to give you physical affection back, but he's not the best at it and he's very shy and awkward about it, but he's trying.

As the Crow Flies

He's embarrassed, but he leaves you be. When it starts getting sexual, he gets avoident, which saddens you. Once he notices that his avoidance saddens you, he feels bad. He reassures you that he loves you too, but now's not the time. He promises to cuddle you and let it escalate later when he's done what he's doing. He makes sure it's worth the wait.

Scarebeast

He PURRS!!! He's all over you right back. I really hope you prepped your hole earlier.

Nightwing

He's surprised, but not in a bad way. He praises you and encourages you to say what you want verbally.

Man Bat

Same thing as Nightwing Scarecrow times ten. He really makes you wanna call him Daddy.

Catwoman

He's surprised, but he can't for the life of him tell you to stop even if it's not appropriate in the moment. He wants it way too badly. He hurriedly takes you to an appropriate spot and begs you to keep going.

Harley Quinn comics

He's dumbfounded. His toxic obsession with his image wants you to stop, but his need for this is way stronger. This is the first time he lets himself be vulnerable with you.

HQAS

He's all over you. He absolutely loves this, he gets horny before you even start getting sexual. He's moaning loudly and frantically begging you not to stop. He's acting like it's the first time he's been doted over sexually in years. Mega drama queen, but you love that about him.

Fear State

He's caught off-guard. He's not really doing anything, he's just curiously observing you. As it gets more sexual, he starts to pet your head. He takes you to the bedroom if you're not already there and refuses to please you unless you ask him to verbally. He teases you too, he loves it when you beg.

God of Fear

He's surprised, but it's not unwelcome. He praises you and encourages you to keep going.

No Man's Land

Religious trauma moment. He's conflicted. He loves it, but he's been hardwired to be ashamed of his sexuality. He expresses this and asks you to take it easy and go slower. You comply and check in with him frequently as you go on.

Batwoman

Oh he's loving it. He's taking on the more dominant role as he observes you, insisting you ask for what you want verbally and reveling in your shyness and hesitation. He has to keep himself from pouncing on you right away.

Year One

He's a little embarrassed and awkward at first because he doesn't know how to take it. Once you start getting sexual, he doesn't hesitate to ask you to slow down because ✨️religious trauma✨️ You agree and slow it down as best you can, frequently checking in until he assures you he'll let you know if he gets uncomfortable. He enjoys what you're doing a lot, but doesn't know how to let you know that. He's so grateful for you.

Knight Terrors

Well this is interesting! He's totally loving it, but is asking you a lot of questions to understand your actions and thoughts better. As you get more sexual, he starts to get in the mood too and begins teasing you and encouraging you to say what you want.

Lego

Since he's the size of a lego man and you're high, it's a little hard for you to do it right, but you give it your best. He's giggling and smiling non-stop at first and kissing you back. As you get more sexual, he gets bashful and shy, but doesn't want you to stop. He comes out of his shell more and more until next thing you know, you have a desperate horny little Scarecrow in your hand begging for more.

[masteroffearshusband49020]

BTAS Riddler x reader: Not So Secret Admirer

An exchange fic for @riddle-me-ri

Working at Competitron was draining. You didn't really like working there, mainly because of your insufferable, slimy boss. You had to pay rent and eat somehow though, so you pushed through. One thing made it bearable though, your interactions with your co-worker, your friend, Edward Nygma. He always knew just what to say and how to brighten your day with some help from his fun riddles. You loved his riddles, but not as much as he did.

~~~

One day, you came into the office and found a note on your desk. It was a lovely note wishing you a good day and complimenting your talents. It was signed 'Your secret admirer'.

~~~

You told Edward almost everything that ever happened to you. After all, he was your gossip buddy. That lunch break, you naturally told Edward what had happened.

"How do you feel about it?" He asked you.

"Oh my God, it's so exciting! I've never had a secret admirer before. I wonder who it is..." You told him.

"Who do you think it is?" He asked you. Something about the way he said it made you blush.

"I... I don't know..." You told him. Although the truth was, with the way Ed was looking at you right now, you were starting to suspect him. You really hoped it was him. No one else in your life had your heart like he did, but you had been to afraid to confess your feelings to him. Little did you know, you were quite obvious about how you felt about him.

~~~

The next morning, you found another note on your desk. This one read 'I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?'. At this point, you were certain it was Eddie. You went to his office to tell him you knew, but before you could tell him, he asked you,

"So? What's the answer to the riddle?" You reread it and thought for a moment. His smile grew when he saw the realization slowly take over your expression.

"A heart!" You told him. He smiled at you proudly.

"Correct. Now let me ask you another question, are you free for a dinner date on Saturday?" He asked confidently.

[castielsprostate]

having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ncutii-gatwa]

really makes me laugh seeing some people complain doctor who is gay now. babe THIS aired in 2005. doctor who has been gay a long damn time get with the program