#Mutual Consent

[lazy4honey]

Slime Girl

Thank you for the first reader request and happy new year everyone~!

Summary: The bold teal-colored slime girl Millicent has been invited by you to your house to hang out, and unexpectedly ends up discovering your journal. From finding her attractive to enjoying her company and imagining what you would do to her, she takes note and then— takes action.

Contains: male reader, present tense, mutual consent, friends to lovers, dirty talk, softdom, oral sex, throat fucking, eye contact, wet and messy, cum swallowing, breast expansion, sensitive breasts, cum on breasts, thick thighs, thigh worship, thighjob, a little aphrodisiac, p in v, sorta kinda rough sex, multiple positions, creampie, male and female orgasm, aftercare, NSFW & MDNI

You have been friends with Millicent for a while now, and finally, you muster up the courage to invite the teal-colored slime girl to your house to hang out, just the two of you.

Every time you meet her, see her sweet smile and hear her joyful laughter at one of your awful jokes, you feel like your world is dyed by her bright colors. Then your heart pounds, your thoughts scramble, and all you see is her, this beautiful being. From top to bottom, inside and out, she is wonderful.

She makes you want to worship her in the most primal way, and yet you don’t dare.

Because she is too innocent.

Millicent never seems to understand the lustful glances thrown her way, or the dirty jokes some of her friends make. Any “accidental” touches on her bust, lower back, shapely buttocks or thick thighs are easily disregarded by her, like no one can affect her in any way.

It is not only discouraging, it also makes you feel like honestly expressing your desire would be desecrating her.

So, you have found a different outlet for your thoughts, feelings, and sexual fantasies — your journal. Said journal is safely hidden within a stack of books on your desk in the living room.

But right now, whatever fantasies or journal have been thrown to the back of your mind. After all, Millicent is currently sitting next to you on your couch, her cleavage on full display, and looking around the living room with eyes full of innocent curiosity, a kind of look that makes your heart itch.

You do your best to keep your calm and chat with her, ignoring how she crosses her legs and the short skirt of her flimsy white summer dress rides up, revealing more of her thick thighs. The chat mostly involves you asking questions about what she’s done recently, and her answering obediently like the good girl she is.

Eventually, her focused gaze agitates you enough to escape to the kitchen on the pretext of making some tea.

“And feel free to look around!” You shout from the kitchen before slamming the door shut. Taking deep breaths, you helplessly stare at the proud erection of your cock stretching your pants, and pray it goes down quickly.

Yet as you concentrate on making tea and plating some snacks, you can’t help straining your ears to listen to the rustling in the living room. You keep imagining what she might be doing. Her fingers delicately brushing over photo frames you dusted off just yesterday, or stretching her graceful neck to look at your posters and books, or standing by the window and the small bubbles contained within her teal slime body twinkling in the sunlight…

Countless images flood your mind, heat pooling in your abdomen, until the alarm of the water boiler scares you back to reality. You breathe out, quickly get the tea and snacks on a tray, and return to the living room as if nothing had ever happened.

Millicent, bending over to look at a photo, looks back at you and asks with a smile, “Is that you when you were a child?”

You place the tray on the coffee table, doing your best not to look at her almost revealed underpants, and approach, “Oh, yes…”

Millicent giggles, “You were so cute!”

Feeling your face heat up, you awkwardly chuckle. “Well, thanks. I’m sure you also looked cute as kid.”

She laughs, “I was just a blob of slime, what’s cute about that?”

As long as it’s you, it’s cute— But instead of saying that, you change the topic. “Would you like some tea?”

“Sure!”

So the two of you return to the couch.

Yet just as you reach for your cup, Millicent slides down and sits by your feet, her bosom pressing against your leg.

“Milli, what are you doing…?”

She smiles sweetly and innocently blinks as she rubs against you. “What does it look like, darling?”

You open your mouth, but don’t get to answer.

Millicent bites her lower lip as she gazes into your eyes like so many times before, yet it is different.

She holds your knees, gently sliding her fingers along your thighs and back, “Come on, darling, spread your legs for me.”

You swallow the accumulating saliva down your parched throat, your heart pounding as you obey.

“Good boy.”

Millicent sits between your legs. Her body twinkles in the slanting sunlight, and her eyes gleam. She pushes herself up a little, just enough to reveal her bosom, and pulls down her dress to reveal her breasts, all the while still holding eye contact with you.

You watch her cup her breasts, rubbing a bit before pinching her nipples, eliciting a sweet moan.

Then your eyes widen.

Millicent’s breasts swell and expand, getting bigger and bigger until she can comfortably put them on the couch between your legs. She lightly squeezes them and sighs in pleasure, fragrant juice like sweat oozing from her teal slime body’s surface, the building arousal causing her to hum, and her voice turns a little whiny. “You like this, don’t you, darling?”

“Wha—?” Your voice is hoarse with desire and your dick almost painfully hard.

“Oh, how honest you are, dear. How nice~ Honest boys just make me so wet,” Millicent smiles. Her soft breasts squish against your thighs and crotch as she presses herself closer, making both of you moan.

Finally unable to hold back, you grab her full tits, tightly squeezing them, and grind your balls and cock against them. A faint minty fragrance rises up and fills the air, yet instead of feeling cold, it only seems to ignite a greater heat within you.

Millicent grins watching your desperate look, “That’s it, you’re doing great darling!”

Before you know it, she already has her hands on your pants. Her arms bend and stretch in a way that would have looked terrifyingly grotesque on any being with bones, but when she does it, it only turns you on.

You can clearly feel her slightly cold hands lose their form and slide under your clothes and across your skin, leaving behind sticky trails of juice. Her slime wraps around your throbbing dick, prompting a groan and causing you to shudder. “Milli, you feel so fucking good…!”

Your pants are quickly pulled down, laying everything bare and revealing everything hard and erect and red from the vigorous blood flow to her sight and full breasts. They squeeze against you and your dick twitches, precum leaking from the pink glans.

“Darling, your cock is so adorable, it really makes me wanna ravage you,” Millicent chuckles and her tits jiggle. Then her arms gather together again and she tightly squeezes her big breasts around your dick, moving them up and down along your length. The minty fragrance intensifies with her movements, her soft pants and moans as she works hard to please you sound like heaven, and every time your tip bumps against her chin, cheeks or lips, a little bit of sticky juice remains on you.

You feel the friction heat her cool, slimy body, and soon this isn’t enough for you anymore.

Grabbing her head and sliding your hands into the thick strands of slime that make up her hair, you angle her mouth towards your dick and thrust upwards with enough strength to forcefully part her lips. Your dick easily enters, and a tight, wet heat surrounds you for a second, accompanied by a small suck, before you pull back. And then you thrust in again, once more just enough to barely envelop your tip.

You can’t help groaning in pleasure, “Fuck, you feel so amazing, so hot and wet!”

Her big tits are a little in the way, but you are reluctant to stop fucking them. With every thrust, you can feel her tremble, hear her moan and whine as your dick slides along her slick breasts and into her mouth. It almost makes your own pleasure less important.

But Millicent thinks differently.

She lets go of her breasts and extends her arms to wrap around your waist, deep-throating your cock to the hilt. She is so tight you almost come the moment she does so, and almost again when she swallows and the hot slime squeezes and sucks your entire dick.

“Milli…” you groan, the constant eye-contact with her as she takes your cock nearly more stimulating than the act itself. Her saliva, probably also the juice she sweats, coats your cock and overflows from her mouth, wetting your pubic hair, dripping down your balls, and soaking the couch and carpet beneath you.

You tremble as tingles shoot up your spine and back down into your dick, all your nerves set on fire by her.
“Milli, I’m about to cum—!”

The next moment, she opens her mouth and releases your dick from its confines. Compared to the prior heat, the air feels cold, especially with the slimy juice coating your entire dick.

“Milli...” you look at her pleadingly.

Millicent smiles. “Don’t worry, darling. You’re my good boy, and good boys get rewards~”

She pulls you closer to the edge, once again squeezing her sensitive breasts, expanded specially for you, around your cock. Squeezing, rubbing, kneading, you can’t tell whether she’s more focused on your or her own pleasure, but either way it is bliss.

Your hands tighten in her ‘hair’ as you approach your peak, and then you come all over her tits when she kisses your tip.

Millicent moans and bites her lip, lowering her gaze to watch your dick spurt milky white cum for quite a while before finally softening and slipping out from between her tits, now almost completely covered with your essence. Her neck extends and twists, allowing it to lower to the breasts she is still squeezing and slowly lick up the cum while twisting her nipples and squirming between your legs. She keeps glancing up at you as she does so, deliberately letting you see how she swallows it and how it is diluted by her slime body.

You gently stroke her wet cheek, “Fuck, Milli, you’re so amazing… How did you know I like this?”

Millicent laughs. It is that laugh that looks so innocent at other times. Now, with her expanded tits marked by your cum and the thick white liquid faintly visible inside her head and throat, that innocence has become endlessly seductive.

“Darling, in the future, don’t let your book of secrets lie around in the open, ‘kay?”

Almost immediately, you remember your journal filled with all those thoughts you’ve had about her.

“Although it’s cute, I don’t want anyone else to see just how adorable you are…”

With saying these things, looking at you like this, her teal eyes fixated on you, it is impossible for you to hold back.

You lean down and kiss her, prying open her lips with your tongue and entangling her. There is the taste of your cum, but more than that, you can taste her minty juice. Your kiss turns a little sloppy as you eagerly swallow it, your drool and her juice dripping out from between your lips.

Millicent pushes herself up onto your lap.

You hold her waist, pressing her against you. Your shirt and her dress are soaked through by her juice, making the fabric cling to you.

In between your sloppy, greedy kisses, you say, “Milli, I want to fuck you so badly. I want to feel your slimy pussy tighten around my cock, I want you to milk me dry, I want to see my cum fill your belly till it’s white…”

She smiles, “Then do it.”

You resume kissing, caressing her thick thighs and sliding your hands up to her ass, where her flimsy dress and panties still cling to her form. Then, instead of undressing her properly, you lift her up and sit her down on the back of the couch.

Your lips leave hers and you kiss along her jaw down her neck and to her tits, biting her nipple, kissing down her abdomen to her crotch, pushing your nose against her clit and licking her labia through the wet panties before finally arriving at her thick thighs.

“Darling~” Millicent sighs lustfully above you, and you get to work.

You kiss her inner thigh along to her knee, then lick and gently bite her knee and let your mouth wander over to her outer thigh. Your tongue slides along her thigh and hooks around the strap of her panties for a moment, then licks around the base of her thigh back to the inside. Skipping over her throbbing vagina, you switch to her other thigh and bite back and forth, leaving toothmarks in the slime, and then start sucking along her inner thigh from her knee back to her crotch.

Millicent clutches at the couch and leans back, small moans leaving her mouth at your ministrations.

“Your mouth is so good darling, it’s a sin I didn’t find out sooner that you like me…!”

“Indeed,” you say and pick her up, back to kissing her lips.

She wraps her arms and legs around you as you carry her, your dick rubbing against her vagina and standing erect once more from the movement. You carry her into your bedroom and press her against the mirror of your closet, then stop kissing her to change your grip, squeezing her between your hot chest and the cold mirror surface.

“Darling, what are you doing…?”

“Showing you what I like,” you say and slide your cock up between her thighs.

She reflexively tenses her thighs, your sensitive dick feeling as if it’s being crushed by her strength.

You hum and slowly start thrusting, “Babe, you feel even better than I could’ve ever imagined!”

Millicent doesn’t answer you. With her arms hooked around your neck, she pushes her hips forward so you thrust your dick past her vagina, trying to use the friction to get some relieve, but it is not enough. She tenses her thighs and whines, “Darling, it’s not enough, I want to feel you inside me…”

“Be patient Babe, I’ll fuck you to your heart’s content soon enough,”

Your words and vigorous thrusts brushing past her pussy coax a sweet moan out of her.

After a while, she once again tenses her thighs, and the pressure makes you feel so good and loved you come. Your cum shoots up from between her thighs high enough to splatter across the underside of her still enlarged breasts, also splashing on both your bellies, your remaining clothes, and the mirror.

You pant and press a kiss against her neck.

Millicent holds your cheek, making you lift your head to catch your lips in another long and wet kiss. She descends from your arms and switches positions with you, now pressing you against the mirror, absorbing your cum.

As you kiss, you slowly move towards the bed and finally undress each other. Then she pushes you onto the mattress and straddles you, her wet pussy dripping its juices all over your cock. She pinches your nipples, rocking her hips back and forth as your cock hardens once more.

“Darling, do you have any idea how cute you are? How sexy you look right now?”

“No idea,” you answer hoarsely, “I just know that i’ve found you attractive since I first saw you. I enjoy your company, I enjoy talking to you, I enjoy just sitting next to you…”

“And you can’t help thinking about what to do with me.” She finishes for you, smiling in satisfaction.

“…Yes.”

Millicent wriggles her hips, your dick slipping between her slick labia. “Good boy.”

Then she sits up and reaches down, pushing the tip of your hot cock against her entrance.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about it~”

You grab her hips, so close to simply thrusting into her but still holding back since you enjoy playing along. “I want you to ravage me.”

She chuckles and takes in your smooth glans, letting her fingers slowly glide up and down your veiny shaft.

“I want to bury myself deep inside you and watch my cum fill you; I want to softly fuck you in the morning when I wake up; I want…”

She sits down on your dick, letting you fully enter her in once smooth motion that causes both of you to moan.

“I want that too,” she says. “I want to ravage you, I want to be fucked senseless by you, I want you to take me in more ways than you can imagine…”

Your dick pulses at her words, at every thing she wants. You are enthralled by her, filled with a bone-deep yearning urging you to fuck her till you both can’t move anymore.

So you slowly start thrusting. You can see through her translucent teal belly how your veiny cock pushes her vagina open. The tight, warm, slimy walls cling to your length and contract slightly when you brush past the rough spot just two digits deep inside her.

She cooperates with you, riding your dick in the cowgirl position and occasionally pinching, twisting or rubbing your nipples. She is so wet for you the sheets beneath you are quickly drenched in her minty juices, and your cock burns for her with desire.

Soon, the patient stimulation is not enough anymore.

You hug her waist and sit up, accelerating the tempo of you pumping into her.

“Milli, you feels so good! Next time, you have to let me taste your pussy, I need to test whether it tastes any different…”

“With pleasure, darling~”

Moving your hips in unison, every time you pull out of her to the tip and plunge back inside, her dripping wet pussy produces a squelching noice. Her sticky juice is beaten into a foam by your thrusts, you can see its bubbles within her belly and surrounding your throbbing cock.

You lay her down in missionary. Her legs are lifted over your shoulders, letting her thick thighs squeeze your neck, and speed up.

The friction heats your cock and her pussy, the minty fragrance so strong you feel lightheaded and parched. You fold her as you lean down, impatiently kissing her somewhat swollen lips to drink more of her delicious juices. It is such an addictive taste, both hot and cold, stoking the fire in your abdomen and prompting you to cram yourself into her as deeply as you can.

Covered in her juices from top to bottom, you feel yourself on the edge of your climax and intentionally pull out.

Millicent pouts, her eyes hazy with unsatisfied lust, “Darling, why are you stopping, continue, please, I need you inside me so bad…”

You brush your hands over her thighs, making her spread her legs and allowing you to reach her big breasts, gently biting her hard nipples, enraptured by her needy sobs.

Then you grab her and turn her around. Now with her breasts resting on the bed and on her knees with her legs parted by yours and her ass up against your hips, you patiently massage her clitoris for a bit, watching the slick slowly drip from her pussy onto your cock. Satisfied by the view, you slide your pulsing cock back inside her wet vagina and immediately start a punishing pace.

She yelps at your sudden roughness and reflexively tightens, but this only stimulates you to go faster. Your balls slap against her with every thrust, the stimulation to her clit making her moan with passion.

“Milli, you— fuck, you feel so good, your pussy is so wet and tight, ugh—!”

You groan and grab her waist and breasts as your cock pulsates. Your thrusts turn sloppier as you chase that exhilarating sensation, one throb chasing another at increasing speed.

You ram deep into her, feeling her tighten around your cock, and you both shout as you come.

A tingle spreads throughout your entire body like a flash of lightning, letting you see white as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

At this moment, buried deep inside her, covered from head to toe in her minty scent, holding her in your arms and riding that high of the orgasm together with her, you feel sublime bliss.

This is what you’ve wanted for a long time now.

With her, just like this.

You blink and regain your senses. The pleasure still clings to your nerves, a constant reminder to the ecstasy you experienced just a moment ago.

Exhausted yet happy, you lay down in the puddle of slime juice that your bed has become, and hug Millicent.

The slime girl snuggles against you. “Tired, darling?”

“Yeah,” you smile at her. “But I’m so happy.”

She chuckles, “Me too.”

You look into each other’s eyes, entranced by each other.

“You’re so beautiful…” you murmur.

Your gaze slides from her eyes and hair to her big breasts and finally lands on her abdomen. Her belly is a little more translucent than other parts, allowing you to see the large amount of milky white cum gathered inside her. It is foamed up together with her own juices, only not flowing out of her pussy like she’s leaking because she deliberately closed up her entrance.

Seeing your surprised look, she grins. “Didn’t expect the third time to be the charm~”

If you weren’t milked dry by now, you would’ve probably gotten hard again.

Millicent laughs happily, earning a playful eye-roll from you, and then sits up.

“Milli?”

She doesn’t let you think too much, quickly picking you up. With you in her arms, she marches into your bathroom and sits you down in the bathtub.

“No need to fret, darling. I’m not the kind of slime who eats a person and then leaves; I got principles!”

“…first aftercare and then leaving?”

“…No!”

She turns on the hot water, letting the tired you struggle for a bit before turning it off again.

You look at her, and her sad little expression hits your heart like a punch.

“…I thought we’re dating now.”

“We are! I like you, you like me, we’ve slept together, of course we’re dating now!”

Millicent breaks out into a dazzling smile, and then proceeds to help you wash. You pull her into the bathtub with you, splashing water at each other and making another mess in your bathroom, but you don’t care.

By the end, you are lying clean and dry in your freshly made bed, cuddling Millicent, exchanging light kisses with her, gently massaging her slowly shrinking, aching breasts while she rubs your lower back.

“This was fun, let’s do it again some time soon,” you murmur sleepily.

Millicent yawns, “With pleasure, darling. Now go to sleep, you worked so hard today, you’ve earned yourself a good rest.”

“Mhm…”

You snuggle against her, and drift off to sleep feeling very, very happy.

[an-experienced-gentleman]

I will do it. Will you?

Six Sexy Words

[miaisabelwinther]

[seemabhatnagar]

"Mutual Consent Divorce: Maintenance Waivers and Legal Implications"

Gaurav Mehta v. Anamika Chopra

Crl. Revision 4152/2023 filed by the husband

&

Crl. Revision 4452/2023 filed by wife for enhancement of maintenance

Before the High Court of Allahabad

Heard by the Bench of Hon’ble Mr. Justice Vipin Chandra Dixit J

Order: Crl. Revision filed by the revisionist husband Gaurav Chopra was allowed as the respondent-wife had already waived off her right to claim maintenance at the time of divorce.

Crl. Revision of the Wife was dismissed.

Background

This is a case where Divorce based on mutual consent was allowed by the Family Court between the parties.

Fact

The marriage between the parties was solemnized in February 2004 according to Hindu rites and customs. A son out of wedlock was born in December 2004. Things were all well till August 2006 & thereafter due to differences between them, they started living separately.

Both parties filed divorce by mutual consent u/s 13B (1) of the Hindu Marriage Act before the District Judge, New Delhi.

Out of all the terms and conditions of divorce by mutual consent one of the Terms was that the wife will not claim any amount of money by way of stridhan, maintenance, compensation, damages, etc. (past, present, and future) from her husband.

It was also agreed between the parties that the son, shall remain in the custody of his mother till he attains the age of majority.

The husband was given visitation rights to visit and meet his son once a month.

The divorce petition was decreed in August 2007 on the terms and conditions agreed between the parties.

After six years of divorce, a maintenance petition was filed by the son through her mother in the court of Principal Judge, Family Court, Gautam Buddh Nagar in the year 2013.

The maintenance petition was allowed by the Family Court in November 2019 granting maintenance in favor of the son at the rate of Rs.15,000/- per month from the date of filing the petition the father used to pay the same to his son.

The wife also filed an application before the Family Court claiming 25% of the income of the husband as maintenance in February 2020.

The wife also moved an application in August 2020 claiming interim maintenance @ Rs. 50,000/ per month.

Submission of the Husband

The husband objected pleading that the divorce petition was decreed with mutual consent and the wife had agreed that she would not claim any amount towards stridhan, maintenance, compensation damages, etc.

The Family Court allowed the application of interim maintenance awarding Rs. 25,000/- to the wife.

Submission of the wife in person

She is facing acute hardship.

The son is studying in Toronto Canada.

So long she was able to manage the expenses she didn’t claim. Now she is unable to as such she has filed a maintenance petition and the Family Court has allowed a very meager amount of Rs.25,000/-

Law

Once the wife waives her right to maintenance from her husband at the time of divorce and the divorce decree was passed on the terms and conditions of the agreement, it is not open to the wife to claim maintenance from her husband in the future.

Section 125(4) Cr.P.C. also provides that no wife shall be entitled to receive the allowance for maintenance from her husband if she is living separately by mutual consent.

Observation of the Court

The wife has waived off her right to claim maintenance by filing an affidavit in the divorce petition as such the Revision petition filed by the wife claiming maintenance, itself is not maintainable and the Family Court has committed gross illegality in granting interim maintenance @ Rs. 25,000/- per month to the wife.

Seema Bhatnagar

[creativemedianews]

Ryan Lowe quits Preston following only one game of the new championship season

Ryan Lowe quits Preston following only one game of the new championship season #championship #consecutivelosses

[mydayswithtarotbystella]

Respecting Our Truths: The Importance of Genuine Connection in Intimate Relationships

Ready for some reminders about choosing to stay or not?

In a world that often prioritizes instant gratification and superficial connections, it’s essential to remain true to our own values and boundaries, especially when it comes to intimate relationships. Many of us find ourselves navigating the complex landscape of attraction, desire, and emotional connection. It’s crucial to understand that genuine, heartfelt connections are what make intimacy…

[postersbykeith]

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim drake triplet au owns my soul I’m not gonna lie

Have some more ✨

——

Moral and ethical crises aside, having three Robins increased the crime fighting rate exponentially. Crooks could not do even a mildly villainous scheme without being cheerfully beaten down (Lionel), robbed blind (Tim), and having their operations permanently crippled (Archy). At this point, the only reason the Rogues were still alive was because Batman insisted on handling them.

“There’s a weird ship coming into Gotham bay~!” Lionel sang, skipping into the room with an armful of papers. Alfred sedately followed behind him, with a plate full of snacks and milk. He had been passive aggressive in feeding them, muttering something about making up for lost time.

“Thanks, Alfred,” Tim mumbled, grabbing a snack. One hand was doing case work, the other (the hand that grabbed a snack) was doing homework. “Yeah, I clocked that. Some pretty interesting people on it.”

“Once again, Bruce’s old flings haunt our doorstep.” Archy crossed the room and plucked some of the papers off of Lionel.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. People are gonna come flocking to his gates with the fake baby traps again at the end of the social season.” Tim grimaced, remembering all the cheek pinches he endured last season as he headed off anyone that would approach Bruce in his Brucie persona.

“Talia al Ghul is a different kind of issue.”

“I’d take fist fighting her over Mrs. Laughfy’s pinching any day.”

“Gee, I kind of want to meet Talia. She seems kind of badass.” Lionel plopped down onto his seat, dumping the rest of the papers onto the table. “Dick hates her though. Oh, Archy, here’s all of the paperwork from that shady chemical plant.”

“Thanks.” Archy went back to the drawing board, drafting up a complicated corporate scheme that ended up with Drake industries acquiring said shady chemical plants. They were planning the reveal of the Drake triplets soon, but their method had much to be planned.

As a matter of fact…

“As expected,” Archy scribbled something on a piece of paper. “Our best bet is to pretend we were always there.”

“Gaslight, gatekeep, girl-boss!”

The triplets nodded and moved on, Archy forging their birth certificates.

Idle conversation started up again, rotating between their upcoming gaslight gatekeep girl boss masterplan, Talia’s arrival, and whether or not they should dye Jason’s hair bright purple.

“I wonder why she came? She got on the ship with a… kid.” Tim stilled, dawning horror and realization settling upon his face. “No way.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s juicy.” Lionel grinned like a bat fresh out of hell.

“We need more information.” Archy set aside his papers, an indication of intense focus from him.

The door clicked open and three heads swung in unison.

“Hey, guys, what are you…” Dick faltered as three sets of piercing blue eyes locked onto him. “Uh. Something wrong?”

Lionel dove at the door, shutting it closed and locking it.

Tim sprung up and clamped a hand onto Dick’s wrist. His smile became eerily polite. “Dick! We had a couple of questions for you!”

Dick glanced down at him, back at Lionel, and then forward at Archy’s widening grin. He shuddered.

“Am I about to die?” He wondered out loud, resigning himself to his fate as his baby-birds dragged him over to their war table.

——

“You didn’t know about me.”

“…No.”

“But we did!” Damian startled, unsheathing his sword in record time and swinging an arc of deadly blades towards the voice.

“Heya! I’m Robin!”

“I am also Robin.” Damian sidled back and looked up, weapon at the ready. Two identical Robins perched on the flickering street lamps, tilting their heads down at him.

“Hey, Damian. I’m Robin.” The one on the left waves.

“Boys,” his father sighed.

“Can it, B. I can’t believe you did the horizontal tango with Talia, of all people.”

Damian bristled. “You would not be worth the ground mother walks upon, you ingrate!”

The three robins looked at each other and simultaneously looked back at Damian. “Oh, we like you. Yes, you’re about to be our new favorite brother.”

Damian didn’t know whether to lunge at them or be flattered.

“C’mon, Wayne junior. We’ll show you around. Pick an alias, one you can use before we train you to be Robin.”

“I… I will fight you! Robin is mine by right! I am father’s blood son!”

One of the Robins perched on top of the lamp post grinned, half feral as he swung down. “We’d like to see you try, little bird.”

“Stop antagonizing him. Damian, you’ll become Robin eventually, but the only way is to get acknowledged by the former Robins. There’s so much more to becoming Robin than being good at combat like you are.”

“We’ll teach you! Robin lesson number one! Annoy B with competence!” The cheery Robin cheered.

“No.”

They ignored Batman. Damian, after checking his father’s face and not finding anything other than exhaustion, followed their example hesitantly.

“Here, take this grapple.” The serious Robin handed him a grapple and a domino mask. “Second lesson, Robins fly through the sky. We can stalk, sure, but we fly better than anyone else.”

Damian glanced at Batman again, before taking the grapple. In unison, the Robins shot up and away.

“Let’s go, Damian. We shouldn’t leave them unsupervised.”

“They are not competent enough to patrol alone?”

Father grimaced. “They are. But if we leave them be, they’ll take over Gotham in a matter of weeks.”

Damian’s respect towards the Robins went up a couple of notches. He put on the domino and grappled after the Robins.

When they find Joker goons transporting goods, the third Robin (Timothy, he found out later) turned to him and smirked.

“Third lesson? The punishment has to fit the crime. Those are stolen goods. So we rob them blind.”

“Those goods are evidence, Robin,” Father rumbled. Damian tensed, but the Robins remained relaxed.

“Okay, so we don’t touch the evidence, but everything else is fair game. Wallets, keys, lightbulbs.”

“That is incredibly petty,” Damian snapped.

“Well, B said we can’t murder them and maiming someone for stealing is too much. So, petty we must be, to refrain from going off the deep end.”

Damian considered tossing them off the roof, but these infernal fools would probably laugh and return to the roofs like cockroaches.

——

Damian watched the carnage in awe. The Robins were incredibly efficient and effective, drawing terror from their victims even before even commencing a beat down.

“I will accept their guidance,” Damian muttered to himself.

Behind him Batman lowered his head into hands in a moment of weakness. He prayed to allah and his parents for patience… and sanity.

——

“Jaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyysonnnnnnn!”

“Oh, fuck no!” Jason shot out rubber bullets without hesitation. “Fuck off, you demon!”

“But don’t you want to meet our youngest brother?”

Jason lowered his guns, glaring at Lionel’s chirpy face. “What? I’ve already met Tim.”

“Nope! Apparently, Bruce had a kid with, I shit you not, Talia al Ghul!”

Jason holstered his guns, interested in any mockery aimed at Bruce. “No way. You’re lying.”

“Nope! Meet Damian!”

Behind Lionel, Bruce’s mini-me stepped out. “Todd.”

Jason straightened and stepped closer, though noticeably giving Lionel a wide berth. He was never going to let the old man live this down. And from the looks of it, he had allies in the form of the three terrors.

——

Bruce looked down at the cake. He looked back up.

On one hand, his kids were getting along.

On the other hand… he was getting bullied by his kids.

Bruce heard a low chuckle.

Scratch that, he was being unjustly bullied by his kids and Alfred.

In front of the exhausted dad of six (and future dad of so many more), sat a cake with the words “congrats, it’s a boy!” and a picture of Talia.

[saltysniper]

Has this been done yet

[miaisabelwinther]

[copper-caster]

TF Failsafe Coding AU

The concept of this continuity soup AU is that Warframes, particularly warframes with slave coding can trigger a heat/rut through submitting to a stronger opponent in battle.

It makes them limp and pathetic, unable to activate their weapon systems, just about able to string a sentence together between chirrups of binary, the only hard part of them is their spike so it's easier for the victor to cart them off. They'll just mewl and roll around on their back to present their spikes, a failsafe to deter the victor from just killing them. However, if a mech has been on a winning streak & suddenly looses it forcibly activates.

This is inspired by a Tokyo Ghoul Fanfic Series I've been reading particularly the fic ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/48210463/chapters/121576942 ) I recommend reading that entry even if you're unfamiliar with the source material it's absolutely fantastic. Also this is somewhat inspired by my love of the X-Men & Ajin: Demi-human.

Maybe it was something conjured up by the Quintessons during their occupation to deter more violent troops from killing their coworkers because if they lost they'd become docile for a time & if they won they'd end up sparked, harder to cause trouble that way. The quints also found it's excellent entertainment at parties.

Anyway in the modern day Gladiators have to wear chastity devices because there's no way that the arena masters are giving people a free show, instead if a bot drops into heat they'll be carted out of the arena to a private afterparty for the high society bots to attend.

The managers don't want their star champions to end up sparked & have to take a break from performing.

Sometimes Gladiators can even be rented out to private arenas in Senator's homes or high end nightclubs for Fight & Spike parties where the fight is just an appetizer for the main event of watching some hulking warframe present themselves begging to be touched. Ridden or pounded by the victor, often pumped up on aggression inducing drugs, then turned over to the guests. That's all perfectly legal, in the gladiatorial contracts even, ignore that little detail about most of them signing said contracts under duress. What isn't legal is using these Gladiators as studs for the breeding of trafficked unregistered Outliers.

Which is where our intrepid undercover investigative journalist Orion Pax comes in. He's gotten into one of these parties to investigate the possible links to the disappearances of prominent Outliers & civil rights activists on behalf of Senator Shockwave. His cover is that he's some arm candy secretary picked up from the archives for (senator of your choice who Shockwave is blackmailing to go along with it). Orion sometimes works with fellow independent journalists Jazz & Blaster who primarily travel from city to city, event to event, interviewing interesting people with a political bent (think all gas no breaks / channel 5 the youtube channels if you're familiar but Jazz & Blaster aren't sex pests like the hosts of those channels 💀 if you're not familiar I'd recommend looking up someone reacting to one of their videos don't give the og channels views). They're helping him, monitoring the situation & relating his wire to their police contact Prowl who's been kicked off the missing Outliers case for getting too close to the truth.

Thus sets the scene for Orion to meet Megatron. He's aware of the gladiator of course who wouldn't know the face of the reigning champion of the pit, but seeing clips of his fights is not the same as seeing the mech sprawled back on the dancefloor, hazey optic'd & undulating to show off his spike. Whirring & beeping like a mechanimal. Orion has never seen something so hot before in his life & he hates himself for it. Which is about when the host of the party brings out Starscream who's been legally registered as dead for several months. Makes him ride Megatron until he's sparked up. Of course to make sure he's carrying an Outlier spark that's inherited his abilities the host blows a hole through his processor mid second round. After a few seconds Star jerks back into action, this isn't his first rodeo & he wants to get it over with asap before the host gets bored of boasting about his sales pitch, already starting bidding on Star's unborn bitty, & decides to shoot him again for the spectacle of it all.

Megatron is Distressed his heat partner just died, without any fight response he's working himself into hysterics. His processor is mush, energon & fragments of processor boards splashed across his face, whimpering he can't understand it His Mate just died he felt the death flare in his EM field but he can also feel the body is still moving.

Star absolutely loathes those noises & Megatron's expression because it breaks the immersion of all the training he's been through to see himself as an object because this bot is treating him like a person asking if he's hurt in base binary chirps & it makes him hate himself more. Maybe he's got a scold's bridle on so that he can't speak, he's not nicknamed Screamer for no reason.

Orion attends a few of these parties. He also goes to interview Megatron while he's sober after winning a match. Officially it's because Orion is writing a puff piece about Megatron so they have a conversation dancing around the subject, aware they're being monitored. Orion doesn't realise he's been found out as a mole until he's being dragged into the arena ring at a party. Thrown down in front of a drugged up Megatron, he's completely berserk, unable to be reasoned with, going to rip Orion to pieces. So thinking quickly Orion just surrenders mimicking a warframe's defeat induced heat driven to a fever pitch Megatron frags him until the drugs are out of his system. The party goers love it & want an oncore meanwhile Megs is coming back to his senses, an absolutely wrecked civilian mech underneath him. His handler is screaming at him over internal comms to give the ppl what they want & frag his throat open like he just did to that medalling journalist's valve. Orion just tells him " I'm sorry they're making you do this, I will endure it, don't blame yourself for what they're forcing you to do"

Of course they don't just let Orion go afterwards so now he's a missing person. Jazz, Blaster, & Prowl were tapped into Orion's audio visual feed & saw the whole thing up until Megatron crushed his Audials & Optics while fucking his face until it falls apart.

Orion is now being trafficed with the Outliers, his sensors are limited to tactial & olfactory only, luckily most of the trafficked bots know Sign language & Chirolinguistics so they teach him. Both Star & Orion are sparked up so they're housed together. Being moved from safehouse to safehouse. Star decides to use his own parts to try and repair Orion since even if he ripps out an optic it'll just grow back when he resets. His owner doesn't intervene because he finds it funny & it is keeping Starscream occupied. They are planning to repair Orion after the sparkling is born so they can get a repeat performance. But maybe they subject him to empurata since his face is already smashed.

Not sure what happens from here, maybe Jazz, Blaster, & Co decide to break Megatron out of the arena to help them track down Orion & the missing Outliers via his fledgling Sire bond.

I'm making Blurr an Outlier also, quicksilver type shit. He's fairly well-known by the general public as his disqualification from participating in any sporting events was highly publicised. With his fellow Velocitronians finding it to be highly offensive that he's barred, some more zealous individuals believe Blurr's speed to have been a blessing by their colony's patron Amalgamous Prime. He's lapping up being the civil rights movements' poster child. I'm also making Senator Shockwave Velocitronian royalty, rumoured to be a direct descendant of Amalgamous Prime. It's traditional that the royalty of Velocitron are Conjunx to the winner of the race celebrating their coming of age ceremony, whenever they choose to have that celebration after they reach adulthood is up to them, so Shockwave has postponed his in protest until the cybertronian government would recognise Blurr as the winner. They decide to do some fake dating 'the government is forbidding our love from being recognized in the traditional manner of our people' type shit for the tabloids to lap up & sway public opinion. They're a real celebrity couple.

This makes both of them frequent targets for assassinations & kidnappings. Starscream was a hired guard for Blurr & 'died' in one of these attacks, with the traffickers realising that Star was an Outlier & taking him after watching him wake up from a decapitation. Shockwave goes missing during one of these attempts, carted off to be subjected to empurata, the surgery triggers a mass/shape shifting mutation in him. He breaks out & returns to office hiding the fact that he's now an Outlier himself, maintaining his original form for long periods of time stressing out his body to the point of seizures. Blurr caring for him & helping him hide himself leads them to develop genuine feelings for eachother.

Please send me asks about this au or reblog & add comments please 🥺👉👈

Signed

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[hiddensneker]

I depend on you

Kai and anacondrai curse for my anacondkai au!!!

Inspired by the twitter meme!

[bondageundertaker]

Practice Makes Perfect

Title: Part Four – The Dangerous Kind of Want Pairing: CM Punk x Reader (F) Rating: Mature (Emotionally intense with implied physical intimacy)

Word count: ~1000 Warnings: mutual pining, deep emotional angst, spiralling aftermath of intimacy, unresolved tension, avoidance, hallway confrontation, reader vulnerability, Phil being emotionally wrecked, implied age gap, dominant/submissive undertones, heartache, longing, and tenderness with claws.

Summary: It was only meant to be practice. But eight days after your first question — and just one since he touched you like you were his — you’re both spiralling. Haunted by what it meant. Terrified of how real it feels. And when you finally collide again, it’s clear: this was never just about curiosity. It’s about the fall.

@femdisa @stacys-momxx

Part 4/5

It was supposed to be harmless.

A kiss. A question. A joke.

You were just curious — or that’s what you told yourself. That’s what you told him. That’s what you wrote on the damn piece of paper, smiling like you weren’t already halfway in love with the sound of his voice.

It wasn’t supposed to get this far. Wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

You’d only wanted to learn, remember? Some harmless practice with a man you trusted. Someone safe. Someone who said all the right things. Who never touched you without asking.

But now?

Now you flinch when his name lights up your phone. Not because you don’t want to see it — but because you do. Because you want it too much. And it’s only been eight days.

Eight days since you first asked about kissing.

Five since you kissed him like you were born for it.

One since he made you come on his fingers in a dim corridor like your body had always belonged to him.

You thought you could handle it.

You were wrong.

Because now, he’s everywhere. In your thoughts, on your lips, between your legs. You can’t breathe without thinking of how he made you feel — how he looked at you like you were both the danger and the prayer.

And that terrifies you.

Because you know how you get. You don’t just fall — you plunge. You hand people your heart before they even know they’re holding it. And with him? It’s already done.

But he’s not texting. Not calling. Not lingering near catering.

And part of you is relieved. If he’s pulling back, maybe you can too.

But the other part?

The one that’s still shaking from the way he said your name?

That part is breaking.

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It was supposed to be a favour.

Some guidance. A little advice.

You were sweet. Curious. Too fucking innocent for a world like his — and you came to him.

He should’ve said no.

Should’ve laughed it off. Told you to ask someone else. Someone who didn’t have bruised hands and a bruised heart. Someone who didn’t look at you like a balm and a wound in the same breath.

But he didn’t.

Because from the second you said “Can I ask you something?”, he knew he was already gone.

And now?

Now you haunt him.

The locker room still smells like your perfume. His hoodie still holds the memory of your fingers tugging it tighter. His mouth still aches from the taste of your kiss, like a hunger he didn’t realise he’d been starving through.

He tried to be decent. God, he tried.

Told himself it was a one-time thing. That you were just figuring yourself out. That it meant nothing.

But you whispered his name when you came.

Not Punk. Not hey you.

Phil.

And it wrecked him.

Because he knows that name — knows what it means to say it soft like that, like a confession. Knows that it doesn’t belong in a corridor, or on a checklist. It belongs in something real. Something sacred.

Something he has no business reaching for.

You’re younger. Sweeter. Better. And whatever you think this is — he knows it started as a test, a practice run.

But now?

Now he can’t stop imagining what it would feel like to be your last kiss, your first fuck, your only everything.

And it’s killing him.

Because that’s not what you asked for. You wanted help. You wanted safe.

And he gave you temptation.

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The hallway is dim, quiet — the kind of quiet that makes everything louder. The echo of your footsteps. The thrum in your chest. The sound of your breath hitching when you round the corner and see him standing there.

Phil.

Leaning against the wall like he’s trying to pretend he wasn’t waiting. Hoodie zipped up to the chin, hands in his pockets, eyes shadowed like he hasn’t slept.

You stop. So does he.

A pause.

Then— “You avoiding me?” His voice is low, not accusatory. Just… tired. Worried.

You swallow. “I didn’t know what to say.”

“That makes two of us.”

Another pause.

“I didn’t think it would go this far,” you say quietly.

He nods. “Neither did I.”

You step closer. “It was supposed to be practice.”

His jaw tightens. “Yeah.”

“Just a few questions.”

“And now I can’t stop answering them in my fucking sleep,” he mutters.

That makes you blink.

He exhales harshly, scrubs a hand down his face. “I was just trying to help. But then you kissed me like I was your favourite sin. And I let you. I wanted to. I still want to.”

Your throat tightens. “I meant it to be clinical. I wanted control.”

“I know.”

“But now…” Your voice falters. “I feel like I gave you something I didn’t know I was giving. And I can’t take it back.”

He steps in — one, two — close enough that you can feel the warmth off his body. “Don’t.”

You look up, eyes shining. “I don’t regret it. I just— I don’t know how to want something and not be consumed by it.”

His breath catches.

“Did I push you too far?” he asks softly.

“No,” you whisper. “I just need to know… that when I fall, you’ll catch me.”

Phil closes his eyes like the words hit him too hard.

When he opens them, there’s nothing but tenderness there. And devastation. And everything in between.

“You already fell,” he murmurs. “And I’ve been standing here trying to figure out how to break your fall without breaking you.”

Silence.

And then your hand finds his.

His grip is warm. Steady. Real.

“Then hold me,” you say.

And he does.

Pulls you into his chest like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers again. Holds you like he’s trying to keep both of you from falling further — even though you both know it’s already too late.

[saingirl101]

Bonded Once, Twice, (Thrice)

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE TAGS: MODERATELY DUB-CON / BABY TRAPPING (its not as bad as it makes it out to be but take note before you read)

Pairing: Jayvik

Fandom: Arcane

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Smell. Despite the intense unwashed human and the ozone-rich scent of the Arcane that clung to his former mate, Jayce’s wonderful, sweet, and spicy pheromones were just as intoxicating as ever. There was something else that clung to it, that smelled familiar, but Viktor couldn’t figure out why. Then Jayce swallowed and moved his neck enough that his shirt and coat shifted, and the truth hit Viktor like a sack of bricks. Viktor felt like he’d been swallowed by a black hole; he couldn’t speak or think. The familiar smell was the scent of an Omega in mating heat. He wanted to deny it, believe that it wasn’t true, that this was all a bad dream, and he’d wake up wrapped around Jayce in their nest. But Viktor couldn’t bargain away the bright red bite mark that adorned the mating gland on the Omega’s neck.

Jayce and Viktor were a bonded couple until Viktor's rebirth via the Hexcore severed their bond. Months later Jayce returns with a fresh new mating bite. That won't do at all. Viktor makes the decision to overwrite Jayce's new bond with his own to make sure Jayce stays with him forever.

Bottom Jayce Week fic for Day 3 (Commune AU), Day 5 (Breeding Kink (Baby Trapping) / Marking), Day 7 (Free Day: Omegaverse)

[cozmicnymph]

Intro post

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Jesus is king, but raccoons are his funniest little creations. 🦝

[meowdei]

you ever think how wriothesleys first forays into sex were almost certainly casual or transactional, if not dubiously consensual. like he was a young inmate in a not-yet-reformed and thus pretty terrible prison fortress. young, gentle romance wasnt in the cards for him :(

-🌻

SUNNY YOU UNDERSTAND ME SOOO BAD OMG

I feel like I debate on whether or not he did some sex work in the prison for credit coupons like it depends on how dark I want to make his past and sometimes I imagine it darker than other times. Like if we go the route where he let people have their way with him a bit for exchange for some coupons I think that he’d have always had a very poor and transactional relationship with sex yes and honestly that feels like such a possible environment for the fortress at that time

Now if I’m feeling a little less in the mood for sad dark awful traumatic pasts, then I like to imagine that he probably had some easy and meaningless flings with people here and there in the fortress where he couldn’t really trust anyone or get close to anyone but he was a growing boy who was transitioning from adolescence to adulthood and probably just needed some outlets or explored a bit, but nothing was ever intimate or romantic and again, it was super transactional

I think in general any sex he would have had prior to a healthy relationship (which he would def get into AFTER being duke) would be a very casual and beneficial with no real intimacy sort of exchange. Which makes me very very sad :( like imagining him with shaky little hands as he holds your hips and realizes he’s “done” this before but he’s never really DONE this before makes me 🥲🥲🥲 he makes me so sad WAHHHH he’s so baby I will kill everyone who looks at him funny