#Paw patrol is a thief

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

This dog stole my boy's name and general color scheme, and thinks he can get away with it

This guy's even is friends with and can communicate with dinosaurs

How dare Paw Patrol steel from the goat

[bonefall]

What's your plan for Cranberrypaw? I'm vibing with them being Half ShadowClan and Half WindClan at the moment tbh!

That was my first plan, but it didn't seem super popular! I have a new idea though, one that's a bit more relevant to the BloodClan drama going on in TNP;

The summary of it is that Cranberry is Pigeonflight's adopted daughter. Her old name was something silly (like Spagbol. Short for Spaghetti Bolognaise) and she was a little BloodClan punk. An orphan who was always stealing from bigger cats.

One day she fucked up BIG TIME and robbed the WindClan trading patrol, which Pigeonflight was leading. I haven't mentioned Mr. Pif yet, but he's Deadfoot's brother, an old man, and a WILD boy. So naturally he chased after her and caught the little thief.

What he didn't know is that BloodClan is... brutal with their punishments, especially for stealing. But he didn't want her to GET HURT, you know? So as soon as he learned that she was in hot water, he said, "UH, she can't steal from me if she's MY DAUGHTER."

And that's how he ended up with a ferocious 10-year-old. Like Snapstorm and Brushblaze, she was given a new name when she became an apprentice.

Other little traits about Cranberrysplash;

She finds hunting super fun, especially birds.

A bit of a thrillseeker

She bonded very well with Pigeonflight, they're quite alike. Pigeonflight is like a version of her with the wisdom to know how far you can fall without breaking a leg.

When he's scolding her he uses the full name "Cranberry Spaghetti Bolognaise Paw."

In good company, she uses it for comedic effect. "I'll catch that wren or my name isn't Cranberry Spaghetti Bolognaise "The Birdterror" Splash."

By "good company" that means non-xenophobic company. Cats like Mudclaw do not humor this or find it very funny.

She was an apprentice on the Journey, but one of the older ones. She should have been made a warrior during the destruction of the forest, but too much was going on.

She is Crowfeather's adopted cousin, but they don't get along super well. They find each other annoying, and Crow is more than a little influenced by his mentor, Mudclaw.

[firsthcmunculus]

GET TO KNOW ME BETTER.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Mango

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: September 11th

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Virgo / Rooster

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Average for a cis female

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: Reading, Practicing violin, Sleeping lol

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Baby Pink & Lavender

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: PJO: Lightning Thief

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Canon in D

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: Paw Patrol the movie

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: RP? Does that count?

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Books and daydreaming

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: Originally, I had the firsthomunculus url in 2012 but when I deactivated, someone saved it. If you aren't too savvy about the FMA lore, Selim Bradley (who is Pride) was the first homunculus to be made.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: My favorite fruit is Mango and I play violin in my spare time.

Tagged by: stolen

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

[thebigbadbatswife]

Catch Me If You Can

Pairing - Catwoman x F!Vigilante!Reader

Summary - A quiet and uneventful patrol turns into you chasing Catwoman across Gotham.

Warnings - Snow, Ice, Minor Injuries, Unresolved Sexual Tension

A/N - Starting the year off with Catwoman! Both the title and the fic itself were inspired by the song Catch Me If You Can by Set It Off!

Word Count - 1.4k

The wind whistled past you as you swung through the air before gently landing on a rooftop. Tonight had been slow and you were thankful for it. Going solo had been rather strenuous on your body and you were starting to see why so many of the world’s superheroes had opted to have sidekicks. Since you now worked on your own hours, maybe you should give yourself a couple of days rest.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky and added to the snow that already blanketed the city. It almost made Gotham look clean. Almost. You loved it when it snowed. It made everything seem so peaceful. It was nice and had you thinking about the last time it had snowed.

You wondered where Catwoman was tonight. It had been quite some time since your paths had last crossed, and you hoped that they would cross again soon.

You continued on your patrol route, being careful to avoid the patches of ice. The last thing you wanted was to slip and break something.

Your route led you to the centre of Gotham, where the large Christmas tree glowed brightly, making the snow glow golden. The tree and other decorations would be taken down soon, with it being the new year now and everything. You were always sad to see them go as they always made an otherwise dark city appear bright and cheerful.

You were about to leap from the roof and continue on your way, when something caught your eye, making you look up. A familiar silhouette on the opposite building’s roof, across the square. Catwoman? As quickly as the silhouette had appeared, they walked away from the ledge and disappeared from sight, before you could confirm it was her.

If it was her, and you were pretty sure it was, then you needed to investigate what she was up to. Though you already had an idea of what she was likely up to.

You grappled over to the roof. As expected, she was already gone. The only sign that anyone had been up here were the footsteps in the snow. Alongside her footsteps were cat paw prints. Yep, it was definitely her. Now all you had to do was follow her trail.

As you followed the trail she had left, you quickly came to the realisation that it was a little too easy to follow. That had you stopping in your tracks. She wanted you to follow? Why? What was she playing at? The only way to find out was to keep following. So you did.

The trail led you to a penthouse that had its skylight open, which didn’t come as a surprise. She didn’t become known as the World’s Greatest Thief by not stealing. You landed on the roof silently, not that you really needed to. She already knew that you were here.

The open skylight allowed snowflakes to fall into the penthouse, creating a light dusting of snow on the floor. It was dark inside and it took your eyes a moment to fully adjust. There was no sign of Catwoman so far, but she was likely wherever the safe was. Keeping your steps light, you continued further in.

The penthouse was… nice? You had never really liked that minimalistic style, always preferring for your home to have more personality to it.

Movement out of the corner of your eye. Turning around you found a black cat sitting on the back of the white couch, its black fur already shedding onto the cushions. It watched you with big green eyes as you slowly approached it, hand stretched out.

“Hey there,” you said softly. The cat sniffed your hand before headbutting you while it purred. You tickled it behind its ears.

“She’s not usually that friendly with strangers.”

You looked away from the cat to see Catwoman. She was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. At the sound of her voice, the cat jumped down from the couch and ran over to her, jumping up Catwoman’s body so that she could rest across her shoulders. As your eyes followed the cat’s ascent, you spotted the black bag strapped to her muscular thigh, just above her thigh high boots. There was no doubt in your mind that it was full of stolen items. The comment about her cat was probably meant to try and distract you, at least for a moment.

“Nice try, but you’re going to have to give me what you’ve stolen,” you told her.

Catwoman pouted as she pushed away from the doorframe. “It was worth a shot,” she replied, “but if you want this—” she tapped the bag “—then you’re going to have to catch me first, hero.”

You barely had any time to react when she threw a vase off of the nearby sideboard at you, forcing you to dodge it. By the time you had recovered from the attack, she was already out of the window, along with her cat. You jumped back onto your feet and leapt from the window as well.

The wind rushed past you as you dived after her. She stopped her descent with her whip, swinging off to the side. You followed close behind with your grapple. The good thing about her purple catsuit was that it made her stand out against the snow, making her easy to follow. As you chased her across Gotham’s rooftops, you couldn’t help, but admire how graceful and effortless her movements were. It also frustrated you because she was clearly toying with you. Always making sure that she was just out of reach of you.

As your legs began to ache and you were starting to feel breathless, you wondered how far you had chased her. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had managed to cross half the city, it was really starting to feel like it. There was a part of you that wanted to rest, but you did your best to ignore it and push on. There was a moment when you almost had a hold of her, but as you tried to grab her, she pulled her arm out of your reach. Maybe you were imagining it, but you swore you could hear her laughing. It was hard to tell with the wind racing past you.

You were about to leap from one roof to another when your foot hit a patch of ice and you slipped. You scrambled to try and grab the ledge, but it was covered in ice so there was nothing to grasp.

Your fall was stopped as suddenly as it had started as someone grabbed ahold of your wrist. You looked up and saw that it was Catwoman who had stopped you from hitting the concrete below. She winked and wordlessly pulled you back up onto the roof.

Once you were back on the roof, and she had let go, you attempted to grab hold of her, but she saw it coming as she swept her leg underneath yours and pinned you to the roof. Pain radiated through your shoulder, making you gasp and letting you know it had been injured when she had grabbed you.

She tutted and leaned in close, her lips just mere centimetres from yours and her green eyes looking into yours. “Not tonight, hero,” she said. “Better luck next time.” She kissed your cheek, making your breathing hitch, your heart skip and your cheeks heat up before she got off of you.

You sat up slowly, knowing that there was no point in trying to go after again as she was already long gone. Your hand came up to the cheek she had kissed and when you inspected it, your fingers had come away with purple lipstick on them. You couldn’t believe she had done that. Sure, you knew that she was a seductress, it was in her file! But nothing in the file had suggested she was also attracted to women…

You wondered what it would have felt like if she had kissed you on the lips instead…

Nope! You quickly shoved the thought away. You were not going to imagine what kissing her would feel like. She was a thief and, like any Gotham vigilante, it was your job to bring her to justice.

Next time, you promised yourself as you stood up. Next time you would take her down for good.

[warriors-reshuffled]

Deadfoot’s Name

Taking inspiration from Bonefall’s Deadfoot

Deadfoot was born as Hopkit alongside his siblings Pouncekit and Springkit. You see, theme naming is common in Windclan, especially among the older generation. And with how wiggly this litter was, mama Meadowslip knew she wanted to go with some kind of motion theme.

Hopkit was born with his twisted paw. From the wrist down the paw lacks feeling and he is unable to move it. This made his stride a little funny, but it hardly slow him down once the litter started running. Especially when he started practicing, determined to prove those grumpy elders wrong.

When he was an apprentice, his patrol came across a particularly arrogant loner who stole a rabbit right out from under them. The cat went on to insult the warriors, stating they would need “more than a kit with a dead paw” to scare them.

Hop-paw then proceeded to calmly beat the thief over the head with said “dead” paw. Repeatedly.

From then on, Deadpaw became a fond sort of nickname. Especially when he started to work clubbing the opponent with his dead leg into his fighting style.

He graduated with the name Hoprush, only to be awarded an honor title not long after. Deadfoot, for using his paw to beat an adder that was caught sneaking into the nursery.

[mmoviejournal]

2023

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[first-impressions-gaming]

GAMING RECAP (JUNE 10-14)

Dead Cells Animated Series Premieres Next Year

Dead Cells joins the growing list of video games getting animated series adaptations with a show based on the popular action roguelike slated to arrive next year.

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XDefiant Open Beta Launches June, Full Game Later This Summer

After a series of closed beta periods, XDefiant is ready for public testing. Announced during today's Ubisoft Forward, the series-spanning mashup shooter will enter into a brief open beta period later this month, from June 21-23. The event will be available on PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S, and PC.

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Citizen Sleeper 2: Starward Vector Announced

Today's PC Gaming Show presented an exciting update, and much sooner than expected: Citizen Sleeper 2: Starward Vector is currently in development.

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Dead Island 2 roadmap details two story expansions

The first expansion, Haus, will arrive in the fourth quarter of 2023, with the second, SOLA Festival, following in the second quarter of 2024.

Both expansions are included in the game’s $29.99 / £24.99 Expansion Pass.

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Overwatch 2's first story missions are coming August 10th, along with a new PvP mode and Support hero

Blizzard may have abandoned their plans for a fully-fledged Overwatch 2 PvE mode, but they do still want to tell us some stories. They've just announced Overwatch 2: Invasion, a big update that'll include three story missions, a new PVP game mode, a new Support hero and a handful of hero-specific training missions. It'll land on August 10th.

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Microsoft Reveals 1TB SSD Xbox Series S

For those in the market for an Xbox Series S with more storage, Microsoft has unveiled a 1-terabyte SSD model of the console that launches on September 1. This carbon black version of the slimmer Xbox boasts roughly double the storage of its original white counterpart. That also means it’s more expensive, retailing for a hundred bucks more at $349.

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Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora’s release date has been confirmed

Revealed during Ubisoft Forward, the game based on the James Cameron Avatar franchise will release on December 7.

A trailer shown off during Ubisoft Forward showed a Na’Vi using rifles and other human weaponry. It also gave a brief glimpse at the open world of Pandora. The game will see the player fighting against another invading human threat.

13 Game Pass Titles Announced At Xbox Extended Showcase 2023

The Bookwalker: Thief Of Tales (June 22, 2023)

Techtonica (July 18, 2023)

The Wandering Village (July 20, 2023)

Sea Of Stars (August 29, 2023)

The Lamplighters League (October 3, 2023)

Mineko's Night Market (October 26, 2023)

Galacticare (Late 2023)

Another Crab's Treasure (Early 2024)

Harold Halibut (Early 2024)

Lightyear Frontier (Early 2024)

Go Mecha Ball (2024)

Little Kitty Big City (2024)

Neon White (TBD)

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PlayStation Plus Extra and Premium June lineup

As June rolls along, both tiers will gain access to the following titles:

Inscryption

Far Cry 6

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder’s Revenge

Rogue Legacy 2

Soulstice

Tacoma

Deus Ex: Mankind Divided

Killing Floor 2

Lonely Mountains: Downhill

Vampire: The Masquerade – Coteries of New York

Hundred Days: Winemaking Simulator

A Hat in Time

Carto

Forager

Dodgeball Academia

The Wild at Heart

Redout 2

Thief

MX vs ATV Legends

PAW Patrol Mighty Pups: Save Adventure Bay!

My Friend Peppa Pig

DC League of Super-Pets: The Adventures of Krypto and Ace

The Talos Principle: Deluxe Edition

Elex 2

While Premium tier subscribers also get the below:

Killzone: Liberation (PSP)

Worms (PS1)

Herc’s Adventures (PS1)

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Embracer announces "comprehensive restructuring program" to close studios, cut jobs

Embracer has announced a "comprehensive restructuring program" which will result in studio closures, project cancellations and job losses.

The Swedish umbrella company has grown enormously through acquisitions over the past five years, and now owns a swathe of studios such as Tomb Raider developer Crystal Dynamics, Borderlands maker Gearbox, rights to franchises such as The Lord of the Rings, and an array of other publishers such as Plaion, Saber and THQ Nordic.

But while amassing its empire, Embracer is yet to see a big return. Last year's big bet, its Saints Row reboot, was a critical and commercial failure. More recently, the company suffered a body blow when a major unannounced $2bn deal fell through, prompting its shares to plummet by an eye-watering 40 percent.

Today's reckoning seeks to make Embracer a "leaner, stronger and a more focused, self-sufficient company", the company's boss Lars Wingefors wrote in an open letter published this morning.

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[catrablogsstuff]

Yarn was...not distraught. That was too strong of a word, for something that was fair, admittedly. Disheartened felt more right.

It had been her usual evening walk/patrol, one part relaxing, one part keeping an eye out for Fang. Her sources (a certain cat-burglar) told her that her nemesis would be on the prowl tonight, and Yarn was feeling up to the task of slowing her down.

That, unfortunately, didn't quite come to be. While passing some threads between her fingers, Fang ended up getting the jump on her, appearing behind Yarn without a sound while holding a familiar document up.

With her concentration broken, and her practice exercise disrupted, Yarn let her yarn fall to the ground, and took a look at the document in her rival's hand. (Paw? It was hard to tell.)

A promotion, to A-class. Apparently Fang's immaculate stealth, enhanced senses, and minor superhuman speed merited a promotion, according to the relevant regulatory bodies. It was...hard

Yarn wanted to be proud, she really did. Sure, Fang was a petty thief with a list of crimes a mile long, but she was her petty thief! As a C-class hero, though, Fang was no longer hers. It wouldn't be long before the Hero Bureau called to tell her as much, that Fang was too strong for her to face.

Fang watched the emotions cross her lover's face, before they settled on disheartenment. She saw the flash of pride, but she knew just as well as her love certainly did that the promotion was going to hurt. If it had been up to her, she wouldn't have taken it, not until Yarn could rise to B-rank. Alas, Villain ranks were assigned, not chosen. It wasn't like declining a promotion at a job.

She felt the soft skin of her love, beneath her claws, as she curled around the smaller woman. Even if they wouldn't be meeting on the streets as often, Fang had no intention of letting Yarn get away.

"They might say otherwise, my love, but we both know the truth, don't we?"

Yarn moaned, as a claw slid down her neck. A thread snapped beneath Fang's fingers.

"Elsewhere." Fang hefted Yarn, carrying the redhead near effortlessly. "It won't be long, now.

And I'll make sure you never forget; You belong to me. And I, to you. No Bureau is going to change that."

And then, they were gone, the only trace of their presence being Yarn's small whimpers at the claws of the woman who stole her heart.

Your nemesis has been reclassified as an A-Class, meaning he can't fight you anymore...

[professionalgaygnome]

I NEED TO VENT ABOUT THIS OR ELSE I’LL DIE

So, I’m pretty sure you guys have heard of the children cartoon known as Paw Patrol, right?

The thing is, my sister loves this show and, thanks to her, I have been thinking about it a lot. If you don’t know what this cartoon is about, it’s about a simple little town named Adventure Bay. In this city, a 10 year old dude named Ryder leads a team of talking dogs with specialized cars to solve several problems, like missing people, obstructed road and cases of burglary. Each dog has kind of a job, we have Chase as a cop, Rubble as a construction worker, Marshall as a fireman, Zuma as a lifeguard, Skye as an aviator and Rocky as... well he likes recycling. There are like, 4 more dogs, but they don’t appear every episode and they’re not important for what I’m gonna say here.

Now enter the main reason I’m doing writing this

MAYOR HUMDINGER

This childish fuck right here is basically the main villain of this show. He’s the mayor from Foggy Bottom, which is a rival city to Adventure Bay. Due to this little fact, he keeps appearing every time something different happens on the city just to disturb the peace. This big ass man-child is a fucking thief, having stolen every single thing in this town at least once and cheated on every fucking competition between the cities. If this wasn’t a kid’s show I’m pretty sure he would have caused someone’s death thanks to all the chaos this bitch causes.

I have two questions that I wanna ask, why is this man still a mayor even after being caught redhanded several times, and why isn’t he locked behind bars yet?

I can answer the second one: IT’S BECAUSE THE PRISON SYSTEM IS NONEXISTENT

THERE IS NO POLICE DEPARTMENT, NO PRISON AND JUST ONE SINGLE POLICEMAN, WHICH IS THIS FUCKING PUPPY WHO’S PART OF A RESCUE TEAM

oh, and also, there is no military in this fucking city, so there is literally nothing keeping this menace to society far away from Adventure Bay

The worst part is that the characters all act like dumb fucks every fucking time while Humdinger goes around robbing every little thing he wants and then ADVERTISES IT TO ALL OF ADVENTURE BAY INSTEAD OF GOING BACK TO THE TOWN WHERE HE’S THE MAYOR AND DOIND THIS SHIT THERE

Like, I know it’s a kid’s show, but the kids are smart enough to notice that something’s wrong there when Humdinger steals a fucking train, two special cats and a jewel from the museum and just comes back in the next episode joking around and laughing with everyone else, including the fucking dogs who have followed him around day and night without even a single minute to rest

[aidanchaser]

HMMMMM but what if i just start publishing my miraculous ladybug fic rn even tho i’ve barely finished act i

“If you want to use your gift to be a thief,” Ladybug sniffed, “you’ll just have to suffer the consequences.”

“What about you, my lady?”

“What about me?”

“You’re a thief, too.”

Ladybug spluttered and her face grew hot with indignation. “I am not a thief!”

“But you’ve stolen my heart.”

He grinned a wide Cheshire grin and Ladybug rolled her eyes. He could be so unreasonable sometimes.

She leapt onto a neighboring rooftop, following her familiar patrol around the edge of the palace, and Chat Noir followed.

“You’re particularly grumpy tonight, buginette,” he said.

Ladybug froze and whirled around on him. “Buginette?” she repeated. “You’re the one in rare form tonight, chaton.” She said the diminutive with as much condescension as she could manage. If he wanted to trade little nicknames tonight, she could play that game.

“I’m not quite at the top of my game,” he said, careful to time this as he leapt on top of a chimney before jumping back down to keep pace with her. “I should have seen the dogs.”

“And what would we have done if you had been bitten and one of Hawkmoth’s monsters had shown up?”

“My lady, I would defend you to my last breath, bites and breaks be damned.”

Ladybug sighed and skidded to a stop just before reaching the palace wall. Chat Noir perched beside her.

As obnoxious as he was, as terrible a thief as he was, he was also very sweet and as loyal as any friend that Marinette had. He had stood with her, bites and breaks be damned, and helped her defend the city from Hawkmoth’s monsters. She would have died several times over this past year without him at her side.

Chat Noir seemed to be having similar thoughts. He twisted the silver ring, studded with green stones in the shape of a paw, once around his black-gloved finger. “Did you know our one-year anniversary is coming up?” he asked.

Ladybug looked down at him, surprised to see he looked unusually sad. “Er — I hadn’t realized. I’m not sure if it feels longer or shorter.” She searched for the answer that would encourage him best. “Part of me feels like we’ve always been doing this.”

He smiled, but his usual humor was lacking. “It feels like it’s been forever,” he agreed, and pushed himself to his feet. “If you’d like a bouquet to celebrate, I know the castle gardens have a lovely bloom of hellebore every winter.”

“Do not steal from the castle gardens,” she groaned. “I can’t help you if the king takes your head.”

“The king would never. You and I are heroes.”

“Most of the time.”

“I cannot speak to what you do without your mask on,” Chat Noir shrugged. “What must you get up to when I’m not here to keep you in line?”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. He grinned with pride. She did not often laugh at his jokes, but that only made the rare occasions which she did that much more special.

[unch4rtedwxters]

ty for the tag @iam1withthepeggy!!

1- The name of the last book you read

stellarlune haha

2- Your favorite band or singer

imagine dragons, owl city, hamilton, and the lightning thief musical

3- Your favorite show and movie

hmm… ducktales 2017 for show anddddd (don’t judge i watched it recently and now it’s the only movie i’ll watch) the paw patrol movie

4- Your top three fandoms (sorry ik this one’s hard!!)

fu- uhhh- (in no particular order) kotlc, osemanverse, and hamilton

5- And finally, your pet(s) and their names!!

i have two budgies named freddie and mercury, and like 5 fish, most of which don’t have names, but one of them i named tam bc he is black and has a fun tail which reminds me of tams bangs

sorry i felt like making my answers blue

i’ll tag @therealsophieelizabethfoster, @tam-shade-song, @kale-of-the-forbidden-cities, and @anyone else who wants to join!

Sooooo I decided to start a tag game

Thanks to @labaguetteisdabest and @queenpiranhadon for the ideas!!! Love u guys <3

1- The name of the last book you read

2- Your favorite band or singer

3- Your favorite show and movie

4- Your top three fandoms (sorry ik this one’s hard!!)

5- And finally, your pet(s) and their names!!

The last book I read was Twice Upon A Marigold. I like Imagine Dragons and Hamilton. My favorite show is Heartstopper :). My top 3 fandoms are osemanverse, keeper, and probably Hunger Games (I’m slightly hyperfixated on it at the moment because it’s my newest fandom). And I have two adorable lionhead rabbits named Pandora and Fluffy!

Im tagging @labaguetteisdabest, @queenpiranhadon, @swans-chirping-in-the-distance, @that-multi-fandom-hijabi, @lizahamilton, @fuckimgenderfluid, and @notyourlegacygirl

[anubislover]

Lemon Flash Fic #4 “Trap: Law x Nami”

(Requested by @scribblrhob. Takes place on Sabaody pre-timeskip. Sorry for how long this took to write, but I hope you enjoy!)

Perhaps it wasn’t a great idea, sneaking around the back hallways of a human auction house, but after seeing that pirate’s attempted suicide, Nami was desperate to rescue Camie. Peering around the corner, the thief silently tried to figure out which hallway to would lead her to where the slaves were kept.

“Didn’t you know curiosity killed the cat?”

Nami jumped but bit back a screech of surprise at the unexpected voice in her ear. How had someone managed to sneak up on her? Whirling around, she found herself face-to-face with one of the pirates she’d spied in the audience. The guy with the spotted hat and the bear and the too-long sword.

He was missing the bear, but his smug smirk widened as he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a nearby storage closest just as footsteps echoed from down the hall. Guards on patrol, no doubt.

For a few moments the pair held their breaths, waiting until the sounds outside the door died down. Once silence had returned outside, Nami sighed, but once more had to hold back a shriek when she realized the closet was full of restraints of various shapes and sizes for the slaves. Before she could get the hell out of there, she found herself trapped against the wall by the tall pirate, a large, warm palm pressed hard over her mouth, muffling her protests. Her eyes widened and she immediately attempted to shove him off her, but there was a blue flash and a pair of shackles appeared around her wrists. Her arms were lifted above her head, the chain connecting her restraints pinned in place by his sword speared through the plaster.

“Shhhh,” he whispered, gold eyes glittering deviously while his free hand gently cupped a breast, a knee sliding between her thighs. “If you make too much noise they’ll find us, and you’ll end up on that stage next.”

The possibility of being caught and enslaved was certainly enough to silence her, even as this dangerously handsome man ground his hips against her, a prominent bulge straining against his tight jeans.

This bastard’s getting off on this! Nami thought, mortified and furious.

“The name’s Law, by the way,” he chuckled in her ear, ignoring her scowl. He pinched her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it teasingly. “In case you feel like moaning it in your head.”

Like hell I— she began to think, only for his thigh to roll upwards, pressing the seam of her shorts into her clit, sending a jolt of arousal through her. Noticing the flush that rose to her cheeks in response, he set a steady rhythm, stimulating her sensitive core as he played with her chest.

“Noticed you in the crowd,” he purred, licking a hot stripe up her neck, tasting her smooth skin. “The wanted poster doesn’t do you justice ‘Cat Thief Nami.’ Were you looking to rob the place? Or were you as bored as me watching third-rate pirates choke on their own blood and hoped to find a little fun?”

Despite the situation and his morbid words, the low timbre of his voice, combined with the things he was doing to her body, made her whimper and arch into his touches. The hand across her mouth shifted, index and middle finger prodding at the seam of her lips.

“Open up and suck. Try to bite me and I’ll cut your damn head off.”

She squeaked a bit in fear and immediately parted her lips, allowing the long, calloused digits to slip past and slide in and out of her mouth while she sucked hard, egged on by the hot waves of pleasure his other ministrations were causing. Part of her was horrified—how could she be getting turned on by this jerk? Was it his voice? His touches?

Maybe it’s not him, she rationalized. Adrenaline’s supposed to be a powerful aphrodisiac, and I’ve been too stressed to get myself off lately. Yeah, it’s got nothing to do with his deep voice or gold eyes or—

Her body silenced her rationalization when, after a particularly delicious grind, a surge of heat pooled between her thighs and her hips bucked against his thigh, seeking more friction. Pleased with this development, Law purred, “Good girl. Fuck, you’ve got a hot little mouth. If we had more time, I’d put it to use elsewhere.”

Another jolt of arousal hit her at the mental image of sucking this dangerous man off. Of course, in her head, he was the one in chains and he was practically begging for mercy as she teased his dripping, throbbing cock with her lips and mouth.

Encouraged by the way her eyes had gone half-mast from her little fantasy and her tongue stroked his fingers, Law grew more daring. Slowly, the hand pawing her breast crept down her stomach to play with the button of her shorts, popping it open easily. His mouth latched onto her earlobe and gave a sharp suck as he slowly tugged the zipper down and slipped his long fingers past the band of her panties. She could feel him smirk as he flicked her clit and ran a digit along her dripping slit.

Releasing her ear, he murmured, “So wet for me already. Is the thrill of getting caught turning you on? Never took you for a danger slut.”

A whimper escaped her throat, which sent little vibrations along Law’s fingers, and she watched him bite his lip, smirk widening as a lustful gleam sparked in his golden eyes.

“I’m going to drop my hand, but if you try to scream, I’ll leave you like this for the guards to find.”

Considering she was a wanted pirate chained up in an auction house, it was a damn effective threat, and honestly, she was at that point where pleasure was clouding her judgement. So she nodded and released his fingers, gasping when he spun her around to face the wall, one hand sliding under her shirt to massage her breasts while the other cupped her cunt. She bit back a moan when two long, calloused fingers, slick with her juices, worked their way into her tight heat, curling against her G-spot. Her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure but snapped back open when she felt the meat of his cock grind against the smooth skin of her ass cheeks—somehow, he’d managed to remove both their pants, though she was grateful he’d at least left her thong in place.

“If it were up to me, I’d take my time and make you beg to be fucked, but we’ll have to settle for this,” he growled in her ear as he rolled his hips in time to his fingering, relentlessly pushing them both closer to climax. “But if you ever decide you want more than a taste, look me up—I’m more than happy to fuck you all night long. Hell, maybe I’ll even be nice and let you fuck me for a round or two. Only if you’re a good girl, though.”

Sparks flew through her, and finally Nami thought Fuck it and rolled her hips in sync with his hand, helping him push her over the edge as she imagined riding him hard, putting that smart mouth to work eating her out, making him moan her name like a damn prayer…

Those thoughts, combined with the hot pulse of his cock cradled between the meat of her ass and the insistent curl of his fingers, finally had her seeing stars. Unable to help herself she cried out in pleasure, though thankfully Law covered her mouth again just in time. His fingers kept moving as she rode out her orgasm, but when she was done his hand slipped almost regretfully from her drenched thong. A few seconds later she heard a wet slapping noise, and then something hot and sticky splattered across her thighs as he let out a satisfied moan.

“That’s a good look on you,” he purred as he leaned in to press a teasing kiss to her cheek and yanked his sword out of the wall, the hand covering her mouth silencing her returned outrage. “Too bad it can’t last. Clean yourself up, then head back to your crew. Though, if you get caught and enslaved, maybe I’ll bid on you.”

The room was filled with panting and blue light, and Nami fell to her knees as the shackles disappeared from around her wrists, replaced with her shorts. Glancing over her shoulder, she was shocked to find herself alone, a piece of paper where the lanky man should have been.

“Bastard,” she grumbled breathlessly, grimacing at her sticky thighs and ass. “You’re gonna pay for that. Literally and figuratively.”

@awesomi @supergeekynerdfighter @shambledsurgeon @krystull

[randowolfwriter]

Rocking that Solo (Intro)- Hot Dog Dilemma

Just a little one-shot from my self indulgent Older Warners au. Might consider doing more of these if it gets enough interest. 

Summary: 

A hot dog vendor meets the strangest girl (or puppy) he’s ever seen. Little does he know, she has a few tricks up her sleeve. 

She was a weird child. Probably one of the strangest the hot dog vendor had ever seen.

At first, he figured she had really poofy hair tied back with a sparkly heart-shaped hair tie, but then she approached him and saw that it wasn’t hair, but a pair of really large ears. Rabbit ears maybe? Then he noticed that she appeared to be covered in fur, ink-black with the exception of white that covered her entire face with a red nose that looked awfully a lot like a cat’s. When she smiled, he noticed tiny little fangs that made up her canines, and when she stepped back for a bit, he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any shoes—she didn’t need any. Giant white paws were what she walked on all day, much bigger than her front paws that looked more like hands. Then the key indicator of her strange appearance was that she had a tail, a long black one that was hard to determine whether it better belonged on a cat or a monkey. She could have been an animal that just escaped from the zoo had she not been wearing a giant purple sweater with a jean skirt and asking him tons of questions like any girl her age would ask. 

Yes, this indeed was the strangest little girl the vendor had ever seen, and yet, this wasn’t the first time she had visited him that day.

“You seem like a pretty cool guy,” She beamed through what appeared to be a Liverpool accent. “I’d love to have your job.”

“What are you doing back here?” The vendor barked. “Didn’t I tell you to get lost?”

“But I know where I am, so how can I get lost?” The girl inferred.

“I told you, I’m not bringing down the price of a dog.”

“But ten dollars is a little much, don’t you think? If I ran a hot dog cart, I would give everyone in the world a hot dog, and then I’d have the rest for myself.”

“Listen, little girl?” The vendor leaned over, trying to size himself up in order to intimidate her. “Are you gonna buy a dog or what? I haven’t got all day.”

Not once did she flinch from the vendor’s harsh demeanor, instead she kept smiling with a glimmer in those dark beady eyes of hers. “Well, I probably won’t since they’re so pricey. I just thought you should know that one of your cart’s wheels is missing.”

“What?”

The vendor tried to examine the wheel from where he leaned, but unfortunately, he couldn't. It was one of the front ones, which led him to move his lazy self to examine it. Clear as afternoon it was missing, despite it was there this morning when he wheeled the cart through the park. He only had a few customers that day, and none had bothered to mess with those wheels. In conclusion, it seemed that not only was this little girl strange, but she was also a wheel thief.

“Alright, where is it?” He grumbled.

“What?” The little girl asked coyly.

“The wheel? What did you do with it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb with me!” He could hear his voice raise at the girl’s bewildered expression. “I know you have it!” 

“I swear I don’t-- well, I mean I don’t swear because Daddoo says it’s not nice to swear-- but I know I don’t have it. Here, I’ll show you.”

She then reached into the pockets of her skirt and pulled out a bunch of trinkets and trash she had collected over time. “See, I have a bobby pin, two pennies, a piece of lint, a heart sticker…"

As the vendor was preoccupied with the girl, another child appeared behind the hot dog cart. Just like the little girl, he had long ears that drooped like a puppy’s, white fur on his face that covered his black fur like a mask, a red nose, and beady black eyes that made him look more animal than human. The only distinction that he was more human than animal was a green sweatshirt he wore (yet he didn’t wear any pants.) The boy stuck out his tongue nervously as he watched the little girl prattle on to the hot dog vendor about the items in her pockets; it seemed like she had a lot for just two measly pockets.

Seeing that the vendor was distracted, the boy began piling hot dog packs, bratwurst packs, hot dog bun packs, small bags of potato chips, soda cans, anything he could get his paws on and threw them into a random sack that he pulled out of nowhere. Well, more like from behind him. But how he made a sack appear from nothing was really something. 

Meanwhile, the girl did everything she could to keep the vendor’s attention on her at all times.

“See, I don’t have it. I only take things that can fit in my pockets,” she explained.

“Fine, so you don’t have it,” the vendor grumbled once more. “But how is it that it hasn’t been missing all day, and then suddenly you show up, and it’s gone?”

“Don’t know. Sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

The boy was taking an awfully long time. Every time he grabbed a hot dog packet or a bratwurst packet, his stomach lurched – the thought of eating meat was the bane of his existence.

Suddenly, the mustard bottle slipped out of his paws just as he reached for it, and rolled right in front of the girl and the vendor. To make matters even more awkward, the vendor stepped on the bottle and it squirted a dark yellow onto the pavement.  

“Huh? How did that get there…” The vendor turned and finally noticed the boy. The boy let out a startled gasp and shivered where he stood. 

“Um, hey! Wanna see me do a dance?” The girl chirped, trying to divert the vendor’s attention back to her. She then performed a couple of twirls seeing if that'd work, but it was too late. The vendor had already noticed the thief at his stand, her partner in crime.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?!” The boy immediately closed the sack and scrambled out of there. “You have to pay for that!”

“Run, Smakko!” The girl cried as she raced after him. As the boy sped off like a frightened hare and the girl caught up to him in seconds, it was clear that the two were related.

Twins.

She was the distraction, and he was what the hot dog vendor should have been looking out for. Now here they were, little dog-monkey rascals that were better off locked up in a zoo than running away with his product.

“When I get my hands on you two, I’ll make sure you’ll get what’s coming to you!” He roared after them. 

“But you have to catch us first!” The girl shouted with a giggle. 

All through the park, the vendor chased after them. The chase felt like it went on for hours with the kids’ insane energy and the vendor’s determination to get his product back. It wasn’t until the kids ran smack dab into an officer minding his own business that they were finally caught. Immediately upon collision, he grabbed the two kids by the scruff of their clothes and held them up like noisy kittens, mostly pertaining to the girl who kicked in defiance while the boy hung there like a wet rag.

“Are these two giving you any trouble?” The officer spoke in what also appeared to be a deep Liverpool accent. He sounded a little like Ringo Starr. For some reason, upon hearing the officer's voice, the girl settled down. 

“You bet! Those mongrels there stole my hot dogs!” The vendor exclaimed, pointing a large index finger at the two. 

“Not like you were using it anyway,” The girl spat.

“Those two need to be taken back to the zoo where they belong!”

“No worries, sir. I’ll take care of them,” The large officer said, eyeing each of them with a stern glare. “Now give the man back his dogs.”

The boy then handed the vendor the giant sack. It seemed lighter than what he thought it would be. “Well appreciated, officer,” the vendor thanked.

He gave the vendor a small wave, “No need for thanks. All in a day’s work."  Then he gave the kids another stern glare. "Let’s go, pups.”

For some reason, as the officer walked off with the two kids curled in his arms, they seemed too content for having just been apprehended. Well, the boy still had that fearful look in his eyes as if it was stuck that way, but the look on the girl’s face was one that was not expected; she seemed too happy. 

The further the vendor walked away from them, the more he realized that the officer himself looked kind of strange. He looked like any other big officer just patrolling the city and keeping the neighborhood peace, yet then he remembered his face...something was off about it. It was pale, almost like it was covered in fur, he had a big red nose, and he had beady black eyes, just like those kids…

Suddenly, he stopped and opened the sack to find that his cart’s product wasn't in there, just a bunch of stuffed rubber dogs that squeaked.  

He’d been duped. Those weird kids and that weird officer were all related and they made off with his hot dogs. He wasn’t going to let them get away with it that easily. The vendor ran right up to them, his face red as the ketchup bottles that were just stolen.  

“Thieves!” He screamed at them. “Who do you think you are?”

The officer then stopped and set the kids down, “Well, I know for a fact that I’m no Bizzie.” 

Suddenly, he tore off the hat to reveal pierced dog-like ears sticking out of a baseball cap that looked like it had been beaten up over the years, especially with that giant bite mark that ate half its bill. Long unkempt black fur-- or it might have been hair-- flowed past his shoulders, while some even jutted out from his hat. Underneath the uniform, he wore a blue sweater covered with a brown leather jacket, torn jeans, and giant white paws that he walked upon just like the two kids. In likeness, this man could have been a rock star had he not had the black and white puppy-dog face like the kids and stuck out his tongue to compliment the look. 

“What are you?!” The vendor shuddered in bewilderment. He couldn’t decide whether he was some mutated dog or probably the ugliest man he had ever seen.

“Why he’s my Daddoo, silly!” The girl giggled. “I’m Jojo,” then she pointed towards the boy identical to her, “and this is my brother, Smakko." Then she held out her arms and posed, while her brother seemed hesitant to follow suit. "And we’re the Warner twins!"

“I don’t care if you were the Olsen twins. I demand that you give me back my hot dogs this instant!"

“I hope you don’t mind me asking,” the man referred to as ‘Daddoo’ asked, “but that wouldn’t happen to be your cart, is it?”

The vendor then turned to see his hot dog cart speeding right towards them. Without a moment to react, the vendor was hit right with the cart and sent flying down the path while the father and his children moved to the side just in time. Luckily for the vendor, the cart didn’t go right into the busy streets of downtown traffic, but it did crash him into a nearby tree, causing the poor man to see hotdogs flying over his head.

“Look sir, your wheel came back,” Jojo pointed out.

“Yes, I see that,” the vendor said dizzily, then passed out.

“Naughty kids,” the father scolded, “who taught you such awful manners?” Then a giant smile appeared on his face, his tongue sticking out once more. 

“Now what do you say to the nice man?”

“Thanks for the hot dogs, sir!” Jojo thanked with a wave. 

“Thank you,” The boy named Smakko only muttered.  

The hot dog vendor perked up from his short comatose just as the father, with both of his strange puppy kids, the girl clinging to him like a koala and the boy clutching the bag filled with his product, walked away. No doubt about it, this was a horrible day, both personally and economically. 

But really, why did it matter? The vendor's cart was surprisingly okay, despite the crash and the strange reappearance of the wheel. Not to mention, there was a lot more product than what the family made off with, but losing those profits was going to hurt him. He'd have to lower the price of those dogs, and bratwursts, and basically everything at his cart just to make up for the stolen product. 

He went to authorities about it, but all they did was laugh, except for one, who seemed to shake in his seat at the mere mention of puppy-kids. Like they were going to be any help. 

Eventually, the hot dog vendor had to shrug off this brash occurrence and continue with his business. People were still going to want hot dogs, and unfortunately be desperate enough to pay ten bucks for it. 

However, this strange moment like a fly in the ear returned to him one day when he was visiting his family. His nieces and nephews were busy watching an old cartoon that he remembered was on when he was a kid called “Animaniacs,” which was considered one of the greatest cartoons of the decade. Of course, he didn’t think much of it now that he was a man in his thirties, but during this particular viewing, there was something that stood out to him.

The three main kids, with those long ears, black-furred with pale white faces, those red noses, and those beady black eyes…they looked exactly like the kids that harassed him at the park. Not to mention, the boy wearing the baseball cap looked exactly like the timid boy who barely spoke a word during their encounter. The boy in the show brimmed with confidence compared to the shy nature of the boy who had the gall to steal his hotdogs, yet had his sister do most of the talking.      

Then another thought occurred to him. The father of those two children also wore a blue sweater, and his head was covered with a red cap similar to the boy’s in the show, except his was worn with age. Then there was that smile, that puppy-dog-looking face with his pink tongue sticking out as if to distract from the fact that he was a freak of nature. He also brimmed with tons of confidence. How could anyone go out in public looking the way he did, with that long unkempt hair, those piercings that bit at his ears, and the strange rock star vibe he gave off just by being near him?           

No, it couldn't be. But maybe? 

Could possibly the middle child, the hungriest, the quietest, and the wackiest of the Warner trio next to his chatty older brother and his sassy younger sister might have grown up into the man he encountered at the park? That strange man with his strange children who were also giant troublemakers like he was. Could possibly the father of those two twins might have been…

Wakko Warner?  

[yandere-daydreams]

A Yandere!Hawks/OC piece for a very lovely anonymous commissioner, featuring her character, Miya, and the foul-feather man himself. This might be my first time writing for Keigo, but I feel like it went well enough. I may have taken a few creative liberties with his dialogue, though...

Word Count: 2.1k

TW: Non-Con, Semi-Public Sex, Groping, Entitlement and Delusional Mindsets. 

It wasn’t that Miya didn’t like Keigo.

She didn’t like him, but she couldn’t say she disliked him, either. She respected his work as a hero, and appreciated the levity his reputation held, even if she wasn’t particularly fond of the young Pro when he was out of costume. Like everyone else, she’d had her run-ins with him, but as time went on and her life progressed, she seemed to see more of him, hear more of him, whether it was that laugh or that smirk or that lazy, smug tone that permeated his voice like rainwater overflowing from a gutter after a heavy storm. She couldn’t bring herself to hate him, but one day, she might.

One day soon, preferably.

That’d make rejecting him much easier than it was now.

Even now, it was difficult not to grit her teeth as her eyes darted towards his shoes, moving in pace with her own as she walked, her stride much faster than it had to be despite Keigo offering to take the lead. The incident had been over an hour ago, and Miya would like to think that she hadn’t seemed shaken. It was just a petty criminal, a thief looking for someone who’d cower at the first sight of claws and scales, but she’d always found it difficult to be intimidated by a quirk, however villainous it appeared. She’d been ready to defend herself, but Keigo was on the attack before she could make a move, and he was more than happy to take the credit when all the newscasters and amateur journalists arrived to document his feat, leaving Miya swept up in the chaos. He’d insisted on walking her home, afterward, and she hadn’t been able to think of a good excuse to tell him to fuck off.

How many times had he saved her, now? It could’ve been that they followed similar routes, or the recent influx in crime, but this had to be the fifth time he’d come to her rescue, if not the sixth. Vigilant crime-fighters weren’t an issue, but it was hard not to feel… unnerved by the frequency. Up until a few months ago, she’d never even seen a hero on patrol, and now one was trailing her, ready to lunge at the slightest hint of a treat. It was just her ego talking, she knew that, but her ego could be loud. Unignorable at the worst of times, unfortunately.

Keigo huffed, drawing her out of her thoughts, raising his arms and cupping his hands behind his head, forming a make-shift support as he glanced idly towards the sky. “Awfully thoughtful tonight,” He commented, filling the uncomfortable silence. He was smiling, but it was one of his reflexive grins, reassuring to most but off-putting to anyone who spent more than a moment in his company. Miya wasn’t proud to belong to the latter group. “You’re not gettin’ sick of me, are you? I’d hate to turn you off your favorite hero.”

“I prefer Endeavor,” She mumbled, more for herself than for him. Her eyes darted to the sidewalk, then the buildings on either side of the road. It was late, by now, so most of the shops were closed, but she could still see the signs and brands posted outside, each name more unrecognizable than the last. “Hawks--”

Keigo clicked his tongue, his smile faltering, a frown beginning to pull at the corners of his lips. “I thought I told you to call me--”

“Hawks,” She affirmed, her tone more authoritative than it had to be. “Are you sure this is a shortcut? None of this seems familiar, and it feels like we’ve gone too far… I think I’d know the best way to get to my own apartment, by now.”

Her skepticism earned her a glance out of the corner of his eye, half-obscured by his sleeve as he shifted to get a better look at her. With an inaudible sigh, he dropped his arms back to his sides, his smile softening as he took her wrist. She opened her mouth, but Keigo didn’t give her a chance to get anything out, holding a finger to his lips as he spoke. “Have I ever been wrong?” He asked, ignoring her hasty nod. “Just trust me, I’ll have you home in no time.”

Before she could protest, he was pulling her into a narrow alleyway between a convenience store and a larger, unnamed building, the space so narrow, they struggled to walk side-by-side. Away from the streetlights, it took her eyes a moment to adjust, but sight did little to alleviate her confusion. Rather, she only grew more unnerved as a fence came into view, chainlink but tall, too tall to easily be scaled. Again, she moved to voice her thoughts and again, Keigo had other plans. Plans that seemed to have less and less to do with keeping her safe.

She wasn’t sure how it happened. One second, she was just turning towards him, and the next, she was facing a brick wall, her hands coming up reflexively to support herself, Hawks’ arm wrapped around her waist and his chest pressed against her back, the bulk of his attire doing little to stifle how suffocated she suddenly felt, dread welling up and boiling over before she had a chance to stifle it. She tried to scream, but a downy glove was quick to stop her, shooting to her mouth and muffling the sound. Keigo only kissed the nape of her neck, cooing something unintelligible, like he had the right to try and calm her down.

“C’mon, baby, don’t make this harder than it had to be,” He muttered, a finger slipping below the waistband of her shorts. Instantly, panic set in, and she threw her weight against him, grappling and fighting for any opening she could get. Keigo’s hold tightened, and he let out a soft growl as he shoved her against the wall, two feathers shooting out from his wings and finding her sweater, long sleeves soon pinned to the solid stone, trapping Miya with them. Still, Keigo was gentle, slow, taking his time to work her shorts down to her thighs as if he didn’t have any place better to be. “We could’ve done this your way, but you just had to huff and groan until you lost your chance. We’re gonna do this how I want to, now.”

“Fucking pervert,” She spat, but her voice died in her throat as he pawed at her ass, pressing another kiss into the dip of her shoulder. Fabric rustled, something soft falling to the ground, his now free hand brushing past her thigh to rub against the seat of her panties, tracing her slit for a moment before pushing distinct, measured circles into her clit. Even with a layer of cloth and disgust separating them, his expertise was undeniable, each tic of his fingers and buck of his hips against her sending a shock through her system, uninvited but not unpleasant. Miya grit her teeth, her jaw locking into place and her eyes clenching shut in an effort to block him out, but there was nothing she could do to ignore the long, low whistle he let out as her hips twitched, dampness just beginning to accumulate on his fingertips. Keigo only nuzzled into her back, nearly purring in satisfaction.

“This might’ve been more romantic, if you weren’t so stubborn,” He mumbled, absentmindedly pulling her panties to the side as he spoke. Abruptly, two fingers were pushed inside of her, leaving her to clench and adjust as he scissored her open, alternating between curling and pumping, whichever made her knees buckle and needy, pathetic whimpers work their way past her lips. “Been planning it out for a while, since the first time I saved my little damsel in distress. Woulda bought you roses, taken you back to my place, all that shit. Guess we’ll save that for that later, though.” His palm came up, grinding against her clit, and Miya gasped, involuntarily pushing herself into his chest. Keigo chuckled, his ministrations becoming more aggressive. “Shoulda waited this time, too. You were just bein’ so cold, I didn’t think I could help myself.”

Miya tried to speak, but all that came out was a pitiful, incoherent stutter as he pulled away, his grip moving to her waist as he dragged her back, forcing her to brace herself against the unforgiving wall and pray for mercy. She felt the tip of his cock press against her cunt, but that was all the warning she got before he was pushing inside her, refusing to stop until he’d bottomed out with a blatant, shameless groan. The stretch was painful, too snug to mean anything good, but that didn’t stop Keigo from grinding against her, starting to thrust just as her legs gave out, leaving Keigo to hold her up. If he cared, though, she couldn’t tell, his hold on her hips growing bruising as he moved inside her, spikes of pleasure and pain striking at her core in unforgiving, unyielding waves. Tears blurred her vision, welling in the corners of her eyes, but moans mixed with the sobs, forming something hellish in the middle ground. Keigo cooed, his tone turning delicate, infantilizing. Adoring, if she was being optimistic, but Miya couldn’t find it in herself to be so positive.

“You’re so tight, baby. Are you still scared of me?” He snapped his hips against hers, making a point of relishing in the high-pitched whine that crawled out of her throat. She stopped making an effort to be quiet, suddenly finding herself thankful for the passing cars, the footsteps of distant pedestrians, her own breathy, heated pants. Anything to distract her from the wet, sloppy sounds of Keigo fucking into her cunt. “Don’t worry, we’ll change that,” He assured, before the air hitched in his lungs, his pace losing rhythm for the blink of an eye. “Or, maybe we won’t. I’m gonna take such good care of you… I get to be selfish about this, yeah?”

It might’ve been the adrenaline, or the fear or Keigo’s intensity or anything, but when one of his hands fell past her waist, reaching around to tease her clit… That was all she needed to clench around him, her chest seizing up and her knees knocking together as she came, the break from that constant, thudding pressure coming as a relief. And yet, it didn’t do anything to block out the feeling of Keigo pulling out, barely getting a fist around his cock before something thick and hot coated the back of her thigh.

There was silence, for a moment, only broken by the labored breaths both of them struggled to take. Miya didn’t have to worry about it for very long, though.

He kissed her jaw, the two red fathers keeping her pinned falling to the ground, lifeless. She could hear him fishing something out of his coat’s pocket, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at what it was. “Close your eyes, alright? We’re going home.”

A rag pressed against her lower face, and the world around her went black.

~

Miya was sore when she woke up, her head pounding and her legs aching despite the plush surface she’d been laid on. She was almost tempted to lean into it, to go back to sleep and worry about the pain another time, but a dip in the mattress was enough to inject a cold, sobering dose of reality into her veins, the severity of her situation slowly beginning to dawn on her. Hesitantly, she sat up, keeping her gaze focused on satin sheets and more pillows than any one person could ever need, her survey ending when her eyes landed on the sleek, polished metal shackle wrapped around her ankle, connected to a seamless tether that fell off the side of the bed. Miya felt herself deflate, her hope spiraling as quickly as her pride had.

She almost didn’t feel the lithe fingertips soon rubbing at her shoulders, a familiar face leaning into her side. “Don’t be too mad at me, princess,” Keigo mumbled, his voice quiet, comforting. As soothing as it was repulsive. “The chain’ll come off as soon as you come around. Be good for me, and I won’t have to make things any worse.”

“You kidnapped me,” She retorted, but her voice was weak, barely audible. She just glared, biting the inside of her cheek. “Hawks--”

“Keigo. You’re supposed to call me Keigo.” His hold around her shoulder tightened, and Miya cringed, crying out breathlessly, but Keigo only laughed, the sound forced, volatile.

Cruel.

“But, we’ll have plenty of time to work on that, won’t we?”

[autumn-elwood]

Tim & Damian Fic Recs

Below are some of my favorite Damian and Tim stories but of course not all of them. It is a mixture of long and short fics and I would recomend reading each of these authors other fics as well.

Not Everything It Should Be by Ellegrine

Summary:

“What is happening?” Father says so quietly that Damian is sure he isn’t meant to hear.

Pennyworth replies, “I do believe your sons are getting along, Master Bruce.”

Father blinks once very slowly. “They’re from another dimension, aren’t they? I missed a rift in space-time while working on the case.” He drags a hand down his face and heaves an exhausted sigh.

Notes: Cute Halloween fun :)

problem solver by Poteto

Summary:

Tim's job has always been fixing things up, giving everyone backup, making sure there is a contigency plan for the contigency plan and everything runs smoothly. However, even the best of them ought to grow exhausted and maybe - just maybe - Tim needs to learn that, when you have your family's back, they're willing to return the favor.

Notes: This one hurts very nice. Tw for accidental murder.

Damian Was Raised By Assassains... by BethanyDarkRose

Summary:

Damian had never thought of his upbringing as anything less than a gift.

The broken bones, the sweat, the blood, the tears... they were all worth it to have been so well trained. And he was grateful to his mother for having made sure he was so prepared.

But he was sixteen now...

And he was starting to feel differently...

AKA- It isn't till Damian is sixteen that the effects of his childhood really start to catch up with him and he begins to realize that Talia didn't always have his best interest at heart.

Notes: Tw for the effects of child abuse.

The Study of Birds by MaskoftheRay

Summary:

Tim and Damian have hated one another since the day that the youngest Wayne arrived in Gotham City. A few years later, that hatred has cooled into a mutual disdain and somewhat-wary tolerance. If necessary, they can even work together— though neither likes to. Then Tim discovers that Damian enjoys bird-watching too.

Or: sometimes the difficult things are the most rewarding.

Notes: Photography and art come together to wreck my heart.

A Chocolate Milk Thief by Sohotthateveronedied

Summary:

Suddenly a bright orange shape jumps onto the counter out of nowhere, scaring Tim shitless and making him spill his milk. In less than a second Tim is in offense-mode, slipping his collapsible bo staff out of its hiding place in his sweatshirt and pointing it at the creature, ready to strike.

A ginger kitten blinks back at Tim. It crosses its little blue eyes at the deadly weapon pointed at its fluffy face. It lifts a paw and swats at the bo staff.

There...is a cat. Sitting on Tim’s counter. Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Notes: Awww. Dami :D

Six Months of Alice by SunnyBlue

Summary:

Damian has never understood Drake. At least, not until he gets a confusing phone call on patrol.

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Tim gets a pet. He and Damian bond over it. It's wholesome.

Notes: Second time on this list that birds come for my feels. (Although if you think about it robins are coming for my feels on all of these).

Bruises, Bonds and Brothers by GwendolynStacy

Summary: 

The words on Damian’s laptop screen hadn’t changed. ‘F*gg*t, noun.’ “What were you looking that up for?”

Damian glared over the rim of his laptop. “A fellow student used it in class. I was unaware of its meaning. Now I am.”

Or: Tim hadn’t come out to his brother yet. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned it happening.

Notes: More photography. Also tw homophobia.

i know you’re not sorry (why should you be) by far2late

Summary:

"It was his safe haven, his place to unwind and where he remembered old friends fondly. The photos scattered around the walls and posters and trinkets all had their memories tied into them, and he held them near and dear to his heart. Some of them were the last things he had left from certain friends, others were just… irreplaceable. Special."

or

tim is not having a good day. jason doesn't help with that

Notes: This is the first in the series and it hurts.

The Wound Begins to Bleed by audreycritter

Summary:

Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around.

Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother.

Notes: There a few fics like this but I like this one because instead of a fellow student, Damian is being targeted by someone Tim went to school with. It is an interesting deviation.

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness by Skrigget

Summary:

Tim opens his eyes slowly, head hurting and his limps heavy. It looks like a warehouse of some sort. Then he sees the person lying just a few feet away from him.

It’s Damian in his Robin outfit.

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Red Robin and Robin are caught by the Joker, locked inside a warehouse with a bomb.

Notes: Tw for suicidal thinking.

Blood matters but it also doesn’t by AwkwardBlueFish

Summary:

With the rumour spreading that Damian’s real father isn’t Bruce, the inquiry of who his real father is getting to hard to ignore. A DNA test is going to sort it all out and Tim can’t help but wonder if Damian really is his blood brother and Bruce’s biological son.

Damian would be crushed if he wasn’t and that worries Tim.

Notes: Damian doesn’t make a direct appearance.

Make A Wish When Your Childhood Dies by TheAsexualKingofTheUniverse

Summary:

Tim is retreating from the Batfam. When Damian notices, he immediately considers the terrible ramifications of this (only for the vigilante scene and not at all for his feelings, of course). He sets off on a one-bird mission to return his older brother to the flock. Unfortunately, the best-laid plans of men and robins are oft led awry, especially when clowns become involved...

Notes: This is the second in the series but you don’t need to read the first. I recommend you read the tags as a lot of things happen in this fic. Tw for past rape.

Life Happens by Cdelphiki

Summary:

While walking home from an event at Wayne Enterprises, Tim and Damian are kidnapped and sent to an alternate dimension. In a world where superheroes are merely comic book characters and the idea of the multiverse is only a theory found within the pages of science fiction, how are Tim and Damian going to return home? How long will they be stranded on this strange Earth? And will the boys murder each other before they figure it out?

Notes: A love letter to Tim and Damian’s characters that also has a little art and photography bonding. Also, pretty much a must have on any Tim and Damian rec list.

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PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

alias / name: sammie ( she / her )

zodiac sign: taurus

height:  5′0″

hobbies:  reading, photography, learning about haunted places, cooking 

favourite colour:  purple

favourite book:  wicked by gregory maguire

last song:  gold rush - taylor swift

last film / show: new paw patrol movie. eldest son is obsessed with it. he’s seen it at least 8 times since it’s release.

recent reads:  a touch of darkness but currently in the middle of rereading the lightning thief

inspiration:  music, research but mainly music

story behind url:  elizabeth often hides in the shadows, hides her true identity for many years and at one point was learning under hecate’s guidance ( something i plan on diving more into as i flesh out her backstory more. )

fun fact about me:  i’m saving up to get a hades & cerberus tattoo once i get back from my FL trip in oct.

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