#and i was like kiddo this is a safe space don’t worry!!!

[kimbapisnotsushi]

@ k-pop loving mutuals: I’M HELPING ONE OF MY SIXTH-GOING-INTO-SEVENTH KIDS WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT THE HISTORY OF K-POP!!!!

[narxcisse]

★ — Brother figure Jason Todd headcanons

Brother figure!Jason Todd x Child!Reader

CW: mention of bad parents(?, fluff, platonic relationship

English isn't my native language

Jason had been out on patrol on a particularly cold night in Crime Alley, his former home and one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Gotham. That night, the alleys seemed darker and more desolate than usual, but not enough for Jason to let his guard down. He was chasing a small group of drug dealers when he heard a sound distinct from the usual echoing gunshots and screams: a soft, almost muffled cry coming from a dumpster.

Following the sound, he found a kid, no older than 12, wrapped in rags and shivering from the cold. You were dirty, barefoot, and your eyes reflected the kind of fear Jason recognized all too well: the fear of someone who’s seen too much for their age.

Jason, who was normally gruff and serious, couldn’t help but soften at the sight of you. He pulled off his leather jacket and placed it over your shoulders, muttering a soft, “Come on, I can’t leave you here.” And though you didn’t trust him at first, the warmth of his jacket and his firm yet gentle tone convinced you to follow him.

Upon investigation, Jason discovered that you had been abandoned by your parents amidst the chaos of Gotham. Maybe they were addicts, or maybe they simply left you behind because they couldn’t care for you. Whatever the reason, Jason felt a silent rage. He knew what it was like to be a child forgotten by the system, and he vowed that no matter what, he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

Jason quickly became the overprotective, ride-or-die older brother. Anyone who messed with you? They were on his radar. He didn’t care if they were kids, teachers, or hardened criminals.

He gave you a nickname almost immediately. Something endearing but teasing, like “Squirt,” “Kiddo,” or “Runt.” Hearing him use it always made you feel safe.

Jason isn’t a fan of strict rules, so he doesn’t parent you like Bruce might. Instead, he gives advice like, “Don’t do anything too stupid” or “Call me if you need backup.”

He’s surprisingly soft-spoken when it comes to teaching you things. Whether it’s self-defense, cooking, or just how to punch someone correctly, he’s patient, making sure you get it right without frustration.

He’s not great at emotional vulnerability, but Jason has his moments. You’ll catch him giving you these long, thoughtful looks before ruffling your hair and muttering, “Proud of you, kid.”

Jason lets you decorate your shared space however you want. He thinks you’ll pick something tacky or childish, but seeing your effort makes him melt inside.

He cooks for you, even if it’s just scrambled eggs or spaghetti. “Don’t get used to this, I’m not a gourmet chef,” he says, even though he secretly loves taking care of you.

You have regular “family nights” where you binge movies, eat junk food, and throw popcorn at each other during arguments about which pirated movie is the best.

He introduces you to the classics he loves: literature like The Count of Monte Cristo, and music like Springsteen and Bowie. He’s thrilled when you pick up some of his tastes.

Whenever you feel insecure or inadequate, Jason is the first to shut that down. “You’re tougher than you think, Squirt. If anyone says otherwise, they can deal with me.”

Jason is constantly worried about your safety. If you so much as scrape your knee, he’s immediately there with disinfectant and a stern lecture about being careful.

If someone bullies you, he doesn’t hesitate to have a “talk” with them. You’ll never know what he said, but the bullies steer clear of you after that.

He teaches you how to fight, not just to defend yourself but to give you confidence. “A good jab to the nose, and they’ll think twice,” he says with a grin.

When he’s out as Red Hood, he checks in constantly. He’s the kind of older brother who texts, “You good?” every hour if he can’t be home.

If you ever get caught up in danger because of him, the guilt eats at him. He won’t rest until you’re safe, and he swears to never let it happen again.

Jason has a big soft spot for seeing you happy. If he notices you eyeing a toy, a book, or even a weird trinket, he’ll find a way to get it for you, no matter what.

When you have nightmares, he lets you crash in his room, pretending not to notice when you clutch his sleeve. “Go back to sleep, kid,” he says gruffly, but he’ll stay awake to make sure you feel safe.

He’s not great at outright compliments, but he’ll slip them into conversations. “Yeah, they’re smart like that. Must run in the family,” he’ll say with a smirk.

Sometimes, he leaves little notes for you if he’s out late, like: “Don’t stay up too late, Squirt. And don’t forget to eat something other than chips.”

Despite his tough exterior, Jason will never miss a chance to remind you that you matter to him. “You’re stuck with me, kid. Get used to it.”

Jason isn’t perfect—he has his temper, his flaws, and his regrets—but when it comes to you, he’ll do everything in his power to be the brother you deserve. To him, you’re not just someone he saved; you’re family.

Jason leaned against his motorcycle, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright, kid. Time to learn how to ride,” he said, tossing you a helmet. It was comically large on your head, wobbling slightly as you adjusted the straps.

“Wait, what?” you blurted, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “But what if some authority sees us?”

Jason snorted, his grin widening. “But there's no one who's an authority here, right? Besides, I’m a fantastic teacher.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve literally crashed this thing before.”

“Details,” Jason said, brushing off your concern with a wave. “Now hop on. You’ve got to start somewhere, and who better to teach you than me?”

You hesitated, glancing at the sleek black motorcycle. It looked huge, intimidating even, but there was something about the way Jason spoke—so confident and reckless—that made you want to trust him. With a deep breath, you climbed on, settling in front of him on the seat.

“Alright,” he said, swinging his leg over to sit behind you. He reached around to grab your hands, placing them on the handlebars. “This is your throttle,” he explained, twisting the grip. “And this is your brake. Easy stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” you said nervously, your palms already clammy. “Easy for you.”

Jason chuckled, his voice warm and teasing. “Relax, Squirt. I’m right here. You’re not gonna crash.”

“You’re not even wearing a helmet!”

“Do as I say, not as I do,” he replied breezily.

With his hands guiding yours, he showed you how to start the engine. The motorcycle roared to life, vibrating beneath you. Your heart leapt into your throat, but Jason’s steady grip on your shoulders kept you grounded.

“Okay, now just twist the throttle—gently,” Jason instructed.

You did as he said, and the bike lurched forward a few feet. You yelped, clutching the handlebars tighter.

“See? You’re a natural!” Jason said, laughing. “Now let’s pick up the pace.”

“Are you insane?”

“Probably. Now go!”

With Jason egging you on, you twisted the throttle again, this time a little harder. The motorcycle surged forward, and you felt the wind whip against your face. Jason’s laughter rang in your ears as he kept a firm hold on your sides, steering from behind when necessary.

“You’re doing great!” he shouted over the noise.

“I’m going to die!” you yelled back, though there was a spark of exhilaration in your voice.

Jason guided you around an empty parking lot, letting you get a feel for the bike. With every loop, you grew a little more confident, and Jason’s pride was practically palpable.

“Alright, now let’s try stopping,” he said.

You hit the brake too hard, and the bike skidded to a halt, nearly throwing both of you off. Jason steadied it with his feet, laughing as he helped you regain your balance.

“Not bad,” he said, ruffling your hair. “Could use some finesse, though.”

You glared at him, your heart still racing. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Yeah, well, you survived, didn’t you?” Jason teased. He leaned back, crossing his arms. “Bet you’re glad I’m your big brother now.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the rush of excitement coursing through you. “Next time, you’re wearing a helmet.”

Jason grinned, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Deal. But don't tell anyone about this."

“Deal,” you said, smirking.

And just like that, Jason proved, once again, that he was the most irresponsible yet strangely endearing brother you could ask for.

[discordantwritings]

Discipline (Crocodile x Reader)

Warnings: Fem! Reader, mean dom Crocodile, bratty Reader, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, PiV sex, inappropriate use of Crocodile’s hook, creampie

WC: 4K

Summary: Despite your dad’s warnings you decide to go have some fun at Rain Dinners. Sir Crocodile decides to keep an eye out for you- but he’s not expecting just how unreceptive you’d be towards his help. Seems like he will have to teach you some lessons…

Notes: I just like when he’s mean ok

Tagging: @keiva1000 @fanaticsnail

“Are you sure you want to come? You know how dangerous some of these people are…” Your father’s worried voice causes you to hesitate on your way out the door.

“Dad, it’s not like anyone would hurt me, they know I’m your daughter. And besides- you never let me have fun I just want to play at the casino! I probably won’t interact with any of your contacts.” You do your best not to be annoyed with him, he’s well meaning but overly paranoid- although that’s probably why he’s been so successful in dealing with so many pirates.

“Just- promise me you you’ll do your best to keep safe alright?” He looks at you with earnest that melts any budding defiance you had.

“Of course.” You wrap your arms around your dad’s shoulders and pull him into a tight hug.

“Alright kiddo let’s get going.” He squeezes you once before letting go and opening the door for you, letting you lead the way to Rain Dinners.

You knew it was going to be loud but nothing could prepare you for the overlapping sounds of slot machines, roulette tables, cards, and yelling all coming together in a wall of noise. While off putting for a second you quickly adjusted- the loud hustle and bustle was just what you wanted to experience. Bouncing on the balls of your feet you give your dad a thumbs up before bounding off further into the casino, ignoring the worry on his face.

You quickly find yourself at a blackjack table- the only game you have some confidence in your ability to not lose all your berry immediately- and strike up friendly conversation with the people already at the table. You’re not ignorant of the way some of the men lean in when you talk, the way the man sitting next you tried to guide your choices. The attention was exactly what you wanted, giggling as you played dumb and let the man on your right explain to you that you should always double on an eleven as if you didn’t know that already. The attention rode the line on smothering- which is why you noticed when everyone suddenly went cold and glued their eyes to the table.

“Find another table.” A gruff voice sounded to your right and for a second you think it’s directed at you but when you see the man sitting next to you scramble away without his chips you realize what’s going on.

Sir Crocodile, owner of Rain Dinners and notorious pirate slides into the seat next to you, golden hook absently counting the chips left on the table. You can’t help but stare at him, broad shoulders pushing into your space and imposing presence making everyone else at the table slowly collect their chips and leave.

“Don’t tell me I’m getting kicked out already.” You smile up at him, already mapping the features of his handsome face.

“No, certainly not. You’re a valuable customer.” There’s a twinge of sarcasm to his voice that has you raising your eyebrow.

“Now don’t sound so enthusiastic.” You watch as he slides a bet forward and you do the same, letting the dealer get the round started.

“Your father called in a favor.” The dealer is showing a ten and you frown at your sixteen.

“Do I want to know what my dad did to get a favor from you?” You joke but Crocodile is still gravely serious.

“No.” Of course he has twenty in front of him so he waves and leaves you to pick your move.

“I’ll hit.” You tap the table and the dealer flips a card- a five.

Crocodile scoffs next to you as the dealer flips over his own seventeen. You shoot him a look as he lights an expensive cigar.

“You don’t hit on sixteens? It’s statistically even, one way isn’t better than the other.” You explain yourself but Crocodile just shrugs you off.

“I just don’t like seeing berry leave my casino.”

“Well I’m not leaving yet.” You slide another bet forward and Crocodile does the same.

“I doubt playing with me is the thrilling night out you wanted, you should just take your small winnings and get out of here.” As he does his best to dismiss you you realize exactly what your dad has done.

“He called in a favor for you to be my babysitter tonight didn’t he?” Crocodile rolls his eyes and you know you’re right. “He’s so… sometimes I don’t think he realizes I’m an adult.”

“Barely.” He scoffs and you glare back.

“More than barely. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to- I’m perfectly fine in a casino by myself.” You focus back on the table as you win another hand.

“I can’t imagine you weren’t aware of the way the sharks were circling you.”

“I was. And I was in control of the situation. I wanted the attention.” As you talk Crocodile pauses, turning slightly to face you more.

“You don’t realize how dangerous most of these people are.” You feel like you’re being talked down to like a child.

“What? And being alone with you is so much better. You’re not going to hurt me because it would ruin your relationship with my dad. The rest of them would do the same.” You stare him down but he just laughs at you.

“Oh, sweetheart, no one wants to hurt you. Those men wanted to take advantage of you.”

It’s your turn to laugh. “It’s not taking advantage of me if I want it.”

You watch as his eyes scan your face for a second before a grin settles on his face. “Your dad was right to have me watch over you.”

“I highly doubt you would care enough to stop me from going off and doing whatever- or whoever I want.” You fire back, blackjack game long forgotten.

“If you had done that before we had this conversation you would have been right. But now? I think you need to learn some manners.”

“Manners? Excuse me?” You can’t even get in his face, his figure towers over you even as you both sit.

“Yes, manners. Your father gets a very powerful man to protect you for the night and this is how you treat that kindness? With a bratty attitude?” You’re getting under his skin, his fist balled in his lap evidence of his waning patience.

“You’re stopping me from having a good night out. I think I have a little right to be pissed.” You say, dodging the probably appropriate brat label.

“You really don’t know how those disgusting men would treat you.”

“Oh- I am fully aware. Didn’t you hear me before? I want to be taken advantage of.” You push yourself up a bit to get some more height as you lower your voice. “I want one of those disgusting men to take me home. Well, honestly I’d settle for one of the very nice bathrooms here. Oh I bet there are some nice secluded alleyways around here… I don’t mind a brick wall if I’m being fucked well enough.”

The vulgarity of your words catches him off guard for a second and you let a smug smile come over your face- only for it to be quickly wiped away as Crocodile literally throws you over his shoulder.

“What the fuck!” You yell as he starts walking somewhere. “Put me down you piece of shit!”

Your objections fall on deaf ears as you’re hauled into an elevator and taken to some higher floor. You huff and stop yelling as he gets off the elevator and practically throws you onto a plush couch. When your brain orients itself you find yourself in a very nice office- one you quickly put together is Crocodile’s.

“What am I doing here?” You ask as he walks to his desk and sits behind it, already getting out paperwork.

“This is where I can keep an eye on you so you don’t do anything stupid tonight.” He explains like it’s a basic fact.

“Seriously? You can just kick me out of your casino instead of putting me in this weird time out.”

“I told your father I would watch after you tonight. As much as I want to kick you out I wouldn’t be holding up my end of the deal.”

“Perfect. Great. Whatever.” You pull your legs up on the couch and lay down. “So tomorrow night-“

“You’re not allowed back.”

“You could be at least a little fun.”

“I’m not really known for my levity.”

“Clearly.”

The room falls silence except for the scratch of his pen and the occasional shuffle of paper. You let your gaze drift over to him as he works. His large coat was draped over the back of his chair, leaving him in just his vest and button up shirt. You could probably watch the way his muscles subtly flex under the tight fabric of his shirt for hours. And so you let yourself watch, rolling over and perching your head up to at least give yourself some entertainment. You get probably 15 minutes of this before Crocodile’s eyes meet your own and his brows furrow.

“What?” You ask, smug smile on your face once again.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You play innocent, head tilting slightly.

He doesn’t play into your game. “Staring.”

“Ok so I can’t play in the casino and I can’t even look at you so what am I supposed to do? Just lay here and stare at the ceiling?”

“Yes.”

You groan and dramatically flop onto your back. “Fucking impossible.”

“Well, when you act like a child you get treated like one.” He comments and that causes you to sit upright.

“Really? This again?”

“You’re throwing a temper tantrum so, yes.”

You get up and stalk over to his desk, standing on the opposite side and slamming your hands down, which in hindsight was not helping your case. “Let me leave.”

“No.” He ignores you and continues on his paperwork.

You walk around his desk and are about to rip some of the paper off of it but Crocodile is fast and the point of his hook is at your neck before you can blink. Adrenaline rushes though your veins as you fight to stay still as the cold metal threatens to pierce your skin. Crocodile hasn’t even gotten up from his seat, simply turned just enough so his hook can reach you. His gaze is cold as he looks you up and down and you feel fear creep up your spine.

“Do you know what I would have done to you if your father wasn’t a close contact of mine?” He asks, voice even.

“Kill me?” You guess, given the deadly weapon a few inches from ripping open your throat.

“Oh, no.” He stands up, moving slow and deliberately so his body towers over you and cages you against his desk with the point of his hook still at your throat. “I would have fucked this bratty attitude out of you on that blackjack table.”

Fear quickly bleeds into arousal, warming your skin and stomach. The power he holds over you is absolute there’s not a single doubt in your mind he could and would kill you- and for some reason that made you want him more. You test how much you can move, leaning back into his desk with both your arms behind you for support. The hook follows you but the movement doesn’t draw any punishment. Looking into his eyes you use your support to push yourself up to sit on the desk, already short dress riding further up your thighs. You watch his gaze dart down to your legs for a second and you know you’ve won.

“In front of all those people?” You press your neck gently into the point of his hook. “Took you for someone a little more private.”

“No one would dare look.” His hook drags upwards and settles under your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact.

You don’t move your head but you open up your thighs, the fabric of your dress bunched up where your ass sits on the desk. He keeps eye contact with you but you know he’s felt your movement as he steps forward, his large thighs now keeping your knees apart.

“You really think you can break my resolve?” He asks, voice low and gravely.

“I think I can convince you that you’re a very smart man who knows that I’ll keep this a secret from my father. Or…” You hum. “That this already looks very very bad for you. I could run down to my dad right now and say you… debauched me. Everyone already saw you take me over your shoulder and up to your very private-“

“That’s it.”

Before you can react Crocodile grabs your hips and forces you to turn, chest pressed against his desk and ass displayed for him. He shoves your dress up to your hips, fully revealing the incredibly small thong you wore tonight. His hook presses between your shoulder blades as his hand rubs over your ass, grabbing handfuls occasionally.

“Maybe I can teach you a lesson.” His hand stills and you look over your shoulder at him.

“What? Gonna make me beg-“

Your words are cut off by a harsh slap to your ass, the sting of skin on skin making your grip tighten on the wood of the desk. His hand rubs over the red mark forming as you see and feel him lean over you.

“I am going to make you beg. That smart little mouth is going to be doing nothing but pleading with me.” One of his fingers finds its way under the strap of your thong around your hip, pulling it up until you think it’s going to break before letting go and letting it snap against your skin. “Don’t worry. You’ll get off if you learn to be obedient.”

“Don’t you think for a second you fucking reptile-“ You hear the spank before you feel it and you have to bite down on your cheek as the pain blooms out from the impact.

“You can call me sir and nothing else.” He growls, pinching the spot he just hit causing tears to well up in your eyes.

“Fuck you.” You spit back, only to earn another swift hit that further presses you against the desk.

“That’s not how you get what you want.” His fingers go beneath the strap of your thong again, this time pulling the thin fabric over your crotch. “Although by the looks of it I’d say this is what you want.”

Your face burns red as you realize that he can see how soaking wet you are, slick drenching the scrap of fabric between his fingers. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Still so much attitude…” He sighs.

He pulls on the fabric until it snaps, ripping it free from your body. His foot kicks at one of yours, forcing your legs wide suddenly. There’s another swift hit to your ass that has you swearing under your breath but his hand lingers, fingers dipping between your thighs. You moan as a thick finger shoves its way inside you, easily slipping in with how wet you are. A second finger stretches you open and with how worked up you’ve been the whole night it’s not surprising that you already feel so close to your orgasm. You press your hips back to get him deeper but just as you feel like you’re getting close his fingers leave you.

“No! Fuck!” You try to stand up but his hook shoved you right back into the desk.

“What? Did you really think I was going to let you cum?” His hand continues to grope your ass, dragging your slick across your skin.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You mumble and he laughs.

“This could all be over. You could just be a good girl and I’d let you cum on my fingers or my cock… but you keep choosing to be a brat.” His fingers dip between your folds again. “You’ll come around eventually.”

Now you had a goal, if you could just get there faster before Crocodile realizes you’ll have beaten him. As his fingers slowly work into you you do your best to will yourself to orgasm faster but he can feel the way your walls react and is able to pull out again before you get too close. You yell as Crocodile chuckles at you, reveling in your suffering.

“It’s so easy. C’mon now.” His fingers press into you again and you feel like you’re going mad.

This cycle repeats until you lose track of how many times your orgasm has been ripped away from you. He can’t keep his fingers in you for more than a few seconds before you’re about to orgasm now, your body on edge and strung out. You’re not sure what’s the last straw- but you break.

“Please.” Your voice is hoarse as you plead quietly.

“What’s that?” Crocodile stops his movements and leans in closer to you.

“Please!” You repeat, louder.

“Not quite- I know you know better.” His hook rubs between your shoulder blades.

“Please, sir.”

But just when you thought that would be enough, he moves the goalpost. “Much better, but I know you could do just a little more. You had all these vulgar words before… where did those go? Are you suddenly shy?”

There’s still a small part of you that wants to fight back at those words, but you’ve come so far at this point that the bratty voice inside is easily snubbed out. You look over your shoulder at him, face stained with tears and swallow your pride.

“Please let me cum sir. On your fingers, on your cock, fuck I’ll take your hook just please-“ You plead and you’re afraid it’s not enough when he pulls back and sits down in his office chair.

You wait a few seconds before you slowly stand up straight and look back at Crocodile. He’s sitting with his legs wide in his large chair, hands slowly working at the buttons on his pants that strain against his large bulge. You watch, entranced, as the buttons open and he drags the waistband of his boxers down under his cock to free it. When his movements pause you look up at his face and he smiles, a single finger beckoning you over.

Your wobbly legs manage to carry you the short distance and he guides you to straddle his lap. His hand moves his cock so his tip drags against your folds and you move your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself. When he stops moving you take the initiative to slowly lower yourself onto his cock, both of you moaning as he fills you up. Taking him would have been a struggle if he hasn’t already been edging you for god knows how long, but even so you feel his girth stretch your walls close to their limit.

“Fuck- see? Being a good girl is so much better isn’t it?” His hand firmly grips your hip while his hook rests behind your back.

“It’s- it’s nice.” You relent, but wiggle your hips to encourage him to move.

“Just nice?” His head tilts and he has a smug grin on his face.

“What do I have to say to get you to move?” You snap back, brattiness threatening to rear its head again.

“Oh, sweetie. You wanted this so bad, you’re going to do the work yourself.” He leans back into the chair, hand now loose on your hip.

“But-“ You start to protest but he cuts you off.

“You still need to make up for your attitude. Now, be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock.”

You want to be angry. You want to smack that smug look off his face. You want to spit in his eyes and leave him here. But more than any of that some deep traitorous part of you wants to be a good girl for him. That maybe making him cum too would earn you some respect or praise. And most of all you just need an orgasm.

Your thighs are already burning as you raise yourself up, you have to use the support of his shoulders as you try not to let the drag of his cock take away your little remaining control over your legs. Dropping yourself back down is a relief in more ways than one- your muscles getting a short break while his cock hits deep inside you. Just one thrust has you needing a break, leaning forward to press your forehead to his.

“That’s it-“ His thumb rubs over your hip in a surprisingly soft move. “You’re so close already, I can feel you tightening around me.”

You nod wordlessly as you raise yourself up again, mouth hanging open as you savor every inch of him. When you drop yourself down you hold yourself there, grinding your hips down, chasing the sensations you need to bring you over the edge.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock?” He asks, and those filthy words send your orgasm crashing over you.

The release after so much denial is overwhelming, stars swimming in your vision as your head collapses on Crocodile’s shoulder. You’re confident you’ve made a mess of his very expensive pants but you’re also sure you don’t care. Crocodile doesn’t give you a second to rest though.

His strong hand maneuvers you around, twisting you until your back is to his chest and your legs are over top of his. You make a noise of confusion, unable to form words, but are quickly shushed.

“I’ll do the work this time- don’t worry.” You can still hear the that smug smile but you suddenly don’t care when he starts thrusting up into you.

The new angle paired with the fact you were still feeling your orgasm has you practically screaming, reaching up and behind you to tangle your fingers in his dark hair. Every rough thrust hits your bruised ass, sparking new pain that you are learning you love.

“Fucking tight- see this is all you needed huh? A good fucking? Next time maybe I’ll get all those mean words out of your mouth by shoving my cock down your throat- shit- I feel how much you like that idea.” His arm is holding you tight against his chest as he says all these nasty things into your ear.

“Sir-“ Your body feels like it’s on fire, overheated, overstimulated, and every inch of his cock drains what’s left of you.

“I know baby-“ He coos, and you feel the cold metal of his hook trail on your thigh. “Just need you to cum one more time, get me off like a good girl-“

The outside curve of his hook travels up your thigh and finds your clit, the sensation of the hard cold metal unlike anything you’ve ever felt there. He presses down firmly as his thrusts become faster and less consistent and despite having cum just a few minutes ago you’re pushed over the edge to another orgasm. Crocodile isn’t far behind you, burying himself inside your contracting walls and cumming deep inside you.

The two of you sit there in silence, both catching your breath as you feel his cum slowly leak out of you. He still has you held close to his chest and you can’t help but relax back into his hold, back of your head resting on his shoulder.

“So…” You break the silence first. “Am I still banned from the casino?”

“As far as your father is concerned? Yes. But don’t worry, I’ll show you where the back entrance is.” His nose brushes against your neck as he speaks. “I’m sure you’ll need a lot more discipline to keep you in check.”

And despite how absolutely destroyed you feel, you think that’s exactly what you’ll need too.

[robinsegghead]

Danny's Daycare Part 2

[Master List]

The first few days that the daycare was technically ‘open’ he didn’t have a single kid. This was to be expected, Danny was an unknown for the most part, people didn’t trust him, even the people he’d met who mentioned considering it were right to be wary. But they would grow to trust him. He’d been volunteering at soup kitchens, leaving fliers in mailboxes and doorsteps, and spent a great deal of time in public spaces so that people would know who he was, and hoped Lady Gotham would maybe sway her people to trust him a bit.

            On the Thursday after opening, things changed.

            He was sat at his desk doing an ungodly amount of paperwork (being a king was not in fact, a sweet deal), when he heard the door open.

            A young Latina woman carrying a bundle in her arms walked in warily.

            “Hi.” Danny smiled brightly, reigning in his excitement so as not to scare the woman off.

            She looked around for a moment, stopping quite a ways away from his desk. “Is this the daycare?”

            He nodded. “It is. Pretty new so I don’t have any kiddos yet, but I can be patient.” He was, in fact, a liar.

            “I don’t have a lot.”

            He shook his head. “Oh, you misunderstand,” He knew nobody liked being a charity case, especially not Gothamites, so he went with the lie he and Jazz had come up with when he first started. “this daycare is sponsored by a very wealthy anonymous donor, it’s completely free.”

            She eyes him skeptically. “I wouldn’t come here if I wasn’t desperate.” Ouch. But fair. “I got called in for a shift but my husbands at work and their abuela’s out of town.” She hesitated, looking between her kid and Danny.

            “Well, that’s what I’m here for. I can show you around if you have time?” He offered, hoping his openness would comfort her. She nodded firmly and he moved towards the double doors to their right. “Okay, so this is the main room, we’ve got toys, books, and coloring materials, brand new donations.” She took it in slowly. “We’ve got bathrooms right over there, a cafeteria through those doors, and a room for naps on the other side of the entryway, I’m planning on installing a playground after the worst of winter is over, and this,” he handed her his card. “is my information. Feel free to look me up, run a background check, whatever you need to do to feel comfortable leaving your kid with me.”

            Skepticism was obvious on her face. “Why?”

            “Why what?”

            “Why do this? What do you gain?”

He shrugged. “I like to be helpful. I’m paid reasonably. It’s my job. Take your pick.”

            Another question seemed to be forming when her phone went off. “Shit.” Gently setting her child down -it looked like a boy- she checked it. “I have to go. Emilio,” She crouched in front of the boy. “Mama has to go to work, papa will be here to pick you up in a few hours, behave.”

            He gave another smile, hoping it made him look innocent and trustworthy.

            “My husband will be by to pick him up by three, Emilio is four, fully potty-trained, and likes reading. He ate an early lunch before we came here so don’t feed him.” Her tone was serious, and he nodded resolutely. “I….” She looked torn.

            Offering a gentler smile, he crouched down. “Hey Emilio, my name’s Danny, I heard you like reading?” The little boy nodded, his black curls falling in his wide eyes. “Lucky for you, I have a whole shelf of brand-new books, you wanna give them a look?” The little boys’ eyes widened, and he nodded.

            As Emilio looked over the shelves of books, Danny reassured the mother. “I’ll look after him, don’t worry, he will be safe with me.”

            That was the beginning of Danny’s Daycare. He wouldn’t pretend everything went smoothly after that. It was another two weeks before Emilio’s mother (Ana) brought him back and another week before anyone else dropped their kids off. Jazz helped him create the necessary paperwork to have filled out by parents about their kids and he was able to get important information about each of them which he promptly memorized.

            The daycare had been open for two months (to the day) and Danny had three regular kids. Emilio, who was four, loved reading, and wasn’t shy, Clara, who was a little blonde spitfire, five years old, and had claimed the trainsets as ‘hers’, and Booker, Danny had fondly nicknamed him ‘Boo’.

            Booker was two and a half, and the first of Danny’s kids who was not fully potty-trained upon meeting him. No big deal, he could change diapers, it wasn’t fun per se, but it was a part of the job he’d signed up for when he advertised his daycare being for kids six months to six years. Booker liked anything shiny, Danny had specifically bought shiny toys the night after first meeting the kid and was rewarded with oud and happy shrieks at the new toys.

            March passed in a blur.

            Life was good.

~~~

            It was after a long day at the beginning of April that Danny found himself walking home from work and attempting to ignore the nearby gunshots he was hearing. He wasn’t a vigilante. That wasn’t his problem. He’d come to Gotham to open a daycare, not fly around, and stop crime. This was Red Hood’s territory; he’d deal with it.

            But when the gunshots stopped Danny started to feel unsettled. After a solid minute of trying to shake the feeling that something was wrong, something he needed to fix, he gave up and moved towards where the commotion had been coming from.

            The alley was seemingly empty but as Danny peered closer (thank Ancients for his ability to see in the dark almost as well as in the light) he noticed a foot sticking out from being a dumpster. Carefully making his way towards the body, he made sure not to make a noise. He didn’t want to alert any lingering goons to his presence.

            “You’re a sneaky one, aint’chya?”

            Danny made eye contact with the man on the ground but not before noting the heavy flow of blood seeping through his shirt or the gun in the hand that wasn’t trying to keep the blood inside his body. “It comes in handy.”

            “I bet.” He grunted.

            Putting his hands up, palms out, Danny moved closer slowly. “Can I help you?”

            The man eyed him warily. “Depends.”

            “On what?”

            “Who you workin’ for?”

            Danny didn’t know what the wrong answer was, so he was just honest. “Nobody. I work for myself.”

            “Eveybody’s workin’ for someone, kid. Who ya workin’ for?”

            Okay so that didn’t work. If he pushed the idea that he worked for himself the man was more likely to think he was a spy or goon for some other mob boss. Who would be safest? Who could he say he worked for that this man might not try to shoot him?

            “Technically?” He tried to sound casual. “I work for Red Hood. But I don’t really do the whole… guns and fighting thing. I volunteer at soup kitchens and stuff.”

            With only a moment’s hesitation, the man lowered the gun and grunted. “Hood’s one a the good’uns.”

            Danny pressed forward quickly, disposing of the man’s shirt and assessing the wound. The bullet had gone straight through, and it seemed like it missed any vital organs -lucky- but he’d lost a lot of blood. “I’ve got to get you to Dr. Thompkins clinic. Let me help you up.” The man grunted as Danny pulled him to his feet and supported the entirety of his weight. “Come on.” Danny heaved, pretending the man’s weight was actually difficult for him.

            It wasn’t.

            When Danny had first arrived in Gotham he’d done as much research as he could. Some things he didn’t think were particularly important (who cares which model Brucie Wayne brought to his newest gala?) but others he found to be very valuable. Like a free clinic that didn’t send people to hospitals or call the cops, where everything was kept confidential. It sounded too good to be true, but he’d looked into it and found that Dr. Thompkins was legit as was her practice.

            (He had a sneaking suspicion she was heavily funded by Bruce Wayne)

            “Is there someone I should call to pick you up?” Danny asked, feigning a struggle with the man’s weight.

            He grunted. “I’ll make it home alright, kid.”

            Danny waited a moment before asking the question he’d been thinking since he’d first heard the gunshots. “What happened? You a goon?”

            The man continued to struggle forward. He huffed. “Yeah, kid, Imma goon. Needed money, found m’self in the middle’a somethin’ bad. This’s just a warnin’.” Danny hummed, helping the man up the stairs at the front of the clinic. “I can manage from ‘ere kid.”

            “Danny.” He offered a tight smile. “My name is Danny, I run a daycare in the Bowery. When you’re all healed up, come find me. I’d like to offer you a job that doesn’t involve guns or drugs.”

            The man looked at him incredulously before turning back to the door. “See you around, kid.”

            “See you later, sir.”

            The man barked a laugh. “Bianchi. Victor Bianchi. And yes, you will.”

~~~

            The snow had finally melted, and Danny was finally able to get the playground he wanted installed behind the daycare. He’d taken ideas from his friends on what would be the most fun and diverse. After that was taken care of he’d need to build a fence as well, but that wouldn’t take long at all. Unfortunately, with the snow gone Gotham was now rainy about eighty percent of the time. Danny hadn’t been ready for that.

            It was on such a day that Danny found himself walking home, soaked to the bone, catching his death (ha) of chill, when he met his new best friend. He’d almost made it back to the apartment (which had been under construction for the last few months, repairing each apartments living conditions) when he found a soggy carboard box housing what used to be a white cat but was now closer to brown with mud and grime.

            The cat was meowing in a pitiful way, so Danny thought maybe it was asking for help. Upon closer inspection he found three smaller cats nestled into her belly, water soaking through the box and dripping onto their tiny bodies. Without much thought, Danny scooped the box up and rushed it to his apartment. Once inside he transferred them to another box (thank Ancients he hadn’t thrown them all out after moving) with a warm blanket.

            He didn’t bother changing his clothes as he was about to go out once again- he knew there was an emergency vet open until eleven on weeknights just a few blocks away so he had plenty of time, but he had no idea how long the cats had been sitting in a puddle and couldn’t wait. Swiping an umbrella (when had he gotten an umbrella?) he rushed back out making sure to keep the box dry the entire way.

            He paid very little attention to his surroundings on the way, someone could easily be following him or trying to get his attention and he wouldn’t know it. He had been accused of having tunnel vision in the past. He wasn’t sure why. Pushing through the doors he hastened to the front counter.

            “Hi, how can we help you?” The vet tech asked politely, still typing on her computer, not bothering to look up at Danny.

            Danny evened his breathing (why was it so fast? He didn’t need to breath what the fu-) “I found this cat and her kittens in a wet box and wanted to make sure they were okay. They were really cold and shivering when I found them so I switched them to a dry box with a blanket and brought them as quickly as I could.”

            She nodded. “Okay, we should be able to take a look while you fill out this paperwork if that’s okay?” He nodded, handing the box to another tech who quickly took them to a different room. “We’ll just need some information from you, I’m sure you don’t know a lot about the cats since you just found them. Are you planning on keeping them or do we need to find a shelter to take them?”

            As a kid Danny had always wanted a pet. Of course, he’d wanted a dog and his parents Maddie and Jack had said no because a dog would disrupt their workspace, but he’d been willing to settle for a cat if it meant he could have a companion. He’d done all of the research required on owning a dog. He’d been shot down. So he did the research for cats and been told no once again. He’d done the research for rabbits and ferrets and snakes and lizards and fish but every time- ‘no Danny, we don’t need a pet’.

Eventually he’d gotten Cujo who was close to what he’d always wanted. He was a little busy for a normal pet at that point so he’d kind of Given up on it. He’d never considered getting a pet once he’d moved out on his own- he’d lived in the Infinite Realms, and he had Cujo there so it hadn’t occurred to him.

            He didn’t have time for cats! He was already busy with the daycare every weekday and visiting the realms on Saturdays and seeing Jazz on Sunday mornings and doing a group call on Sunday evenings- “Yes. I’ll keep them.”

            Well. Okay then.

            Someone needed to teach him to shut up.

            She nodded again, typing some things before printing the paperwork. “Okay, I’ll need your name and some contact information. You can go into that room and fill it out while the vet looks them over.” She nodded towards the room he’d seen the cats taken into.

            Throwing a ‘thank you’ over his shoulder, he pushed his way into the exam room. The mama cat and her kittens were laying on the blanket Danny had brought on the exam table. Mama was licking her kittens clean while the vet tech typed some information on the computer.

            “Ah, hello. I’m Margot.”

            “Danny.”

            She smiled, glancing at the screen before turning back. “Okay so mama is in good health and two of the kittens are as well. The orange one seems to be sick, I’m thinking pneumonia, but we won’t know without further tests. It’s treatable and I’m not too worried, he seems strong otherwise. I’d guess they’re three, maybe four weeks old. The orange one is a boy, the calico is a girl, and the white one is also a girl. Any questions?”

            “Uh… do you need to keep them over night, or can we get these tests done in the next couple of hours?”

            “It won’t take that long, maybe an hour or so to get the tests done and send you on your way. I heard you found them; do you have the things necessary to take care of cats?” He shook his head. “Hm, that’s fine, we have a volunteer here who will help you get everything you need from the in-building store while we finish the tests, I’ll go get him.” She opened the door and disappeared.

            Danny let mama cat sniff his hand. Once he’d met her approval, he gently touched each kittens’ heads, offering little scratches of comfort before offering mama the same treatment. “You guys are gonna come live with me, okay?” He let Mama go back to cleaning her babies while he filled out the paperwork- phone number, home address, name, etc.

            “Tyler informed me you are ill-prepared for the responsibility of owning cats.”

            Danny jumped, unsure how this kid had managed to sneak up on him. He was Danny’s height, with black hair, dark skin, green eyes, and a serious look on his face. Dumbstruck (because seriously how did a teenager sneak up on the king of the infinite realms?), Danny nodded.

            “Who’s Tyler?” Danny asked, dumbly.

            Raising an eyebrow, the boy huffed. “The tech you just spoke with. Margot Tyler?”

            “You call her by her last name?”

            “I call everyone by their last name.” He rolled his eyes. The boy glanced at the cats and softened marginally. “My name is Damian; I’ll help you find everything you will need while Dr. Kelly runs some tests. Follow me.”

            Being given no choice but to follow, Danny allowed the serious boy to lead him past the check-in desk and towards what appeared to be a store. “All of the items here are provided by… a donor. They are free to those who need them. You will need a litter box, litter, a scoop, food and water bowls, food, a brush, a scratching post, and toys. You will also be provided the necessary tools to take care of the sick kitten.”

            Damian was very informative, and Danny couldn’t help the small smile. “Okay, sounds good. I walked here though, should I get everything now and run it home before coming back for the cats, or take the cats home and leave them while I come back for the supplies?”

            He thought for a moment before deciding. “I would take it all home now so that the space is ready for the cats once you bring them home.” Damian began handing Danny everything he’d need. Most of it fit into the litter box and he didn’t think it would be much of a problem to carry it all home until Danny pulled the container of litter and bag of cat food down.

            “Might take me a couple of trips.” Danny muttered to himself, calculating exactly how difficult it would be to carry some of this with the cats but ultimately deciding against it. He could do it if he weren’t worried about looking slightly suspicious. But nobody would be able to carry all of this without struggling- not without powers.

            Damian looked between Danny and the supplies before sighing. “If you require assistance I suppose I could carry the food and litter.” Shaking his head, Danny made to argue, but Damian had other ideas. The boy hoisted the bags over his shoulder without much effort and raised an eyebrow. “Lead the way.”

            That was how Danny found himself letting a teenager into his apartment  and showing him the best ways to set everything up. “Cats prefer their water to be separate from their food. I grabbed a fountain for you because they also prefer the water to be moving. You can use a regular bowl until the kittens are grown up. They also prefer if their litterbox is in an area with low foot traffic.”

            Listening to Damian talk about the cats was quite informative and he could feel the kid relaxing as Danny did what he suggested every step of the way without question. Once the apartment was set up they began their short trek back to the clinic.

            “I really appreciate all of your help, Damian.” Danny started. “I’ve never had a pet before, but I’ll do lots of research about everything you suggested.” He didn’t know how he’d find the time, but he meant every word.

            The boy gave a firm nod. “Research is important. The vet will tell you what you need to know, and there are plenty of resources at the clinic.” He paused. “I suppose, if you have any questions and cannot get to the clinic… you may call me.” He held his hand out expectantly; Danny scrambled to pass his phone to the kid feeling like this opportunity would be taken away just as quickly if he hesitated.

            A moment later he was waiting for the vet in the exam room with Damian’s number in his phone and a lot of information in his head. He could do this. He’d taken care of Cujo, right? It would be fine!

            (He ignored the nagging reminder that Cujo was already dead so there wasn’t much Danny could do to mess it up).

~~~

            “Heya kid.” A familiar voice rose from the doorway.

            Looking up from his work, Danny found the familiar figure of one Victor Bianchi looming in his doorway with a friendly grin on his face and a friendly kid on his hip. “Mr. Bianchi, you should be resting.” He gave a pointed look.

            The man waved his hand dismissively. “I’ve been restin’ for days! Had to get outta the house. The wife’s fussin’ too much.” He shifted the little girl in his arms. “This ‘ere’s Allegra.”

            Danny moved away from his desk and towards the little girl. “Hello there Allegra, my name’s Danny. How are you doing today?”

            She stared at his outstretched hand, headed tilted to the side contemplatively. “You have an owie.” She pointed at the scarring on his hand curiously. Mr. Bianchi pulled her hand away and gave him an apologetic look.

            “She’s real curious.”

            He’d been fully prepared for people to point out his scars for the rest of his life, a kid’s genuine curiosity wasn’t going to upset him. “No worries Mr. Bianchi. They’re old owies, Allegra, they don’t hurt anymore.” Except when he remembers the feeling of his fingers being severed from his body, forced to grow back until they’d do it again and he could still remember the pain “What can I do for both of you today?”

            “Trains!” Allegra shouted, wiggling out of her father’s grip and rushing into the playroom which was still vacant for the time being.

            “Well I guess that settles it. The wife’s worried I won’t recover as quickly if I gotta look after ‘er all day so… I guess I’d like to drop her off?” He sounded like he wasn’t sure how any of it worked.

            With a small smile, Danny gestured to his desk. “I’ve got a bit of paperwork for you to fill out and then we’ll be set.” Rifling through the mountains of paper on one of his many desks (seriously why did he have so many? He had one in the Infinite Realms, one at the front of the daycare, one in a private office at the daycare, and one in his apartment- who needed that many desks? Kings, apparently) “Have you given any more thought to what I suggested?”

            Mr. Bianchi shifted his weight a couple of times. “I, uh- yeah, I don’t know what kinda work you’d need a guy like me for though?”

            “Have you ever built a fence, Mr. Bianchi?”

            Mr. Bianchi had in fact, built a fence before. He’d mentioned something about creepy ass neighbors with cameras pointed into his yard before telling Danny to show him where he wanted the fence. Ember watched Allegra while the two went to the back and figured out what would work.

            “Is my daddy gonna work for you now, mister?” Allegra asked as he settled down beside her to play with the trains together.

            He thought for a minute before nodding. “Yes, I think so. I’d like him too. He seems like a good worker.”

            She nodded vigorously. “He is! He’s the goodest worker! He doesn’t complain or nothing’! Even when he’s hurt he don’t say nothing bad about his boss!”

            Danny figured, when you have to work any job you can get to support your family, you probably learn to ignore your complaints and just… push through it. Aside from the Red Hood, it didn’t seem any of the other crime lords took care of their people- another reason to thank the vigilante. True, Danny wasn’t a real Gothamite, but every day he felt a deeper connection to the city and her people. He’d become protective of them, especially those in the Bowery and Crime Alley.

            He’d protect them all, in any way he could.

            “You want the red train or the blue train?”

~~~

            Four nights later Danny got a call that reminded him- he couldn’t even protect himself, how was he supposed to protect everyone else?

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[captainpricelover]

Spiderdilf

Peter b. Parker x f!reader

Word count - 2k

Warnings: Profanity, large age gap(18-39) infidelity. Smut!!! P in v sex. Slightly rough sex, Peter cheats on MJ with Mayday’s babysitter

Names used: Angel, Doll

You babysit part-time to help pay for tuition but also lashes and nails. I mean who isn’t a high-maintenance girly nowadays? This isn’t your first babysitting job but it is your hardest. The child you babysit, Mayday is very special she is basically Spiderman but that isn't the hardest part of this job, the hardest thing is probably the thing in her dad's pants every time he sees you.

You never thought you would spend 20 minutes attempting to get Mayday down safely from the ceiling, but here you are. The chair under you wobbles as you stretch your limbs trying to grab the ginger child.  Peter walks in, and the noise from the front door startles you, causing you to lose your balance. Mayday finally decides that she's bored of the ceiling and jumps down into your arms. All this causes you to lose your balance, you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten your grip on Mayday bracing for contact with a hardwood floor. But it never happens instead, you find yourself being carried bridal style by Peter.

“Don’t worry I got you, kiddo,” He smiles while squeezing your thigh before placing you down on the floor and taking Mayday from you. Peter’s hair is slightly messy, and the jacket from his suit is tossed over his shoulder while his tie hangs loose around his neck. 

“Where’s MJ?” You ask slightly tilting your head. 

“Work emergency,” He laughs “Taste of my own medicine I guess, I’m the one usually running off halfway through the date due to work,”

“Was your date still good?”

“The food was delicious, got some in a box in the car, you can snack on while I drive you home if you want to wait in the car. I'll be there in a few minutes,”

“I mean you paid me for a couple more hours so I don’t mind helping you put her to sleep and cleaning  with the uh-mess”

 The house was a state, Mayday’s toys are scattered everywhere, and her costumes completely cover the sofa, crayons on the walls and even the ceiling. It wasn’t a one-person job barely a two-person job but hopefully, you and Peter could make it work. 

“It's also partially my fault your house is like this, so I’ll feel guilty if you make me go now”

“Don’t blame yourself, Mayday is a handful. The number of babysitters who quit within the first few minutes”

“Minutes?” You laugh

“Sometimes its seconds, Mayday is pretty picky but she seems to like you,”

Neither of you has noticed the fact that she's fast asleep in Peter’s arms but when you do your conversation stops, slowly down both of your movements making sure not to make any noise that would wake Mayday up. Peters nods his head, signalling that he's off upstairs. You smile before heading over to the lounge as you begin picking up Maydays toys and putting them in a basket. A few minutes pass before you hear Peter walking down the stairs but he doesn’t come into the lounge instead you hear the front door open. Shit. There's probably a spider-man related emergency, you carry on cleaning but are surprised when Peter comes back through the front door, carrying his leftovers in a white plastic bag

“You hungry?” He smiles slightly lifting the plastic higher into the air

“A little,” To be honest you were staved looking after Mayday drains all the energy out of you.

Peter puts the food in the microwave before pushing some newspapers and files into a pile, clearing a space for you to sit on his island. You happily sit on one of the stools as the microwaves bing. He takes the food before sitting on the stool next to yours, placing the food in between the both of you. You admire the domesticity of the scene, you never had a man cook for you before (Microwaving food is 100% what Peter considers cooking) There's always been a feeling of admiration for Peter, but seeing him now and being alone in his presence, you’re starting to believe you might have some actual feelings for him. 

“So, you got a boyfriend?” Peter asks trying to make small talk 

“Uh- no I don’t” You take a bite of leftover steak

“Good,” 

“Good?”

“I-I mean,” He stutters for a few seconds “It's good because I would feel guilty for keeping you here when you could be spending time with him as well. Any reason don’t you have?”

“I guess I’ve never met the right, all the guys at my school are right dickheads,” He cocks an eyebrow “What? I bet you were the same in school?”

“Oh god no I was a right nerd in high school. I would never even talk to a girl as pretty as you, let alone be mean to one,” He laughs and you join in

“I could never see you being a nerd with the whole Spiderman shebang and the whole dilf thing you got going on” 

“Dilf?”

“You don’t know what a dilf is?” 

“I know what a milf is, so I’m going to guess it has a similar meaning.

You carry on the small talk while you both finish the leftovers. He entertains you with stories about him taking down villains and you get him up to date with all the latest school drama. The rest of the chores are split up between the two of you. Peter’s job is to clean the drawing on the ceiling. A job that's impossible for you since you lack any superpowers. You end up washing the dishes. The conversation between the two of you has died down so you put in some AirPods and listen to music. While scrubbing some stubborn stain you feel a pair of rough hands latch on to you, it's Peter. He gently guides you to the side so he can access the cupboard under the sink. His touch sends an eclectic shock through your entire body, especially to your lower abdomen where you can already feel pressure starting to form. You take out one pod and look up at Peter

“Sorry, didn’t want to disturb you listening to your tunes” He laughs his hands still on your hips

“Oh no, it's fine. You just startled me,”

“Are you tense? It seems that I’m always scaring you. Something on your mind? I’m always here if you need to talk, angel,”

Your heart skips a head at the new nickname he has given you, you stutter out some appreciative nonsense before he lets go of your hips, and your body craves his touch. It was only a small dose but now your already addicted. He squats down and grabs some supplies before shooting a web at the ceiling and launching himself at it to continue cleaning.

Half an hour passes and the house is completely spotless. No evidence of Mayday’s wild escapades is left. Peters decides to head inside the panty to grab a sweet treat to congratulate him on a job well done. You follow him. The pressure inside your lower abdomen has gotten stronger over time instead of going away, so you are most likely blinded by lust when you decide to ask him

“Did you really mean it when you said I was pretty?” You question while leaning against the frame of the entrance to the pantry 

“Of course, I did, your gorgeous,” He smiles as a million impure thoughts appear in his mind “But you’re too young for me angel,” He sighs but before you could feel any sense of rejection his lips crash into yours. His hand attached itself to your hair at the crown of your head while the other one finds its way up your baby tee and being to fondle your breast. He pushes you against the wall, deepening the kiss but as quickly as he begins kissing you he ends it.

“Oh god angel, shit I’m so sorry,” He apologised as he let go of your hair “I don’t know what came over me. I-”

 He is about to remove his hand from your breast when you interrupt him 

“I liked it,” You smile 

This time, its Peter who is shocked

“I want you Peter,” You confess and it sets this man off like a bomb. His hands are back on your body exploring every crevice he can over your clothes. You return the favour as you begin fiddling with his belt, it takes a few seconds but you finally undo the belt and his zipper. Before you could pull his bulge out of his boxers he start humping himself against your hand

“Fuck angel you are so perfect!” He whispers in your ear 

He pulls frantically at your pair of denim shorts, desperately attempting to get them off. It takes a few tugs before he figures out he needed to undo the button but when he does your shorts are off in one quick movement. His middle and index fingers quickly find themselves inside your panties as Peters uses his digits to explore your folds.

“Fuck me, doll. How are you this wet, I have barely even touched you”

You manage to help his cock escape its confinement you were shocked at the size. How was he hiding this thing under his Spider-Man suit? Before you could ask him the question yourself, he's picked you up. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as his fingers dig into your thighs. 

“Are you sure that you want this?”  He asks as he lines up his tip with your entrance. You nod.

“Words, darling.”

“Please, Peter!” You practically beg 

With that, he does a singular powerful thrust into you making sure that his entire shaft entire you on the first time. After a few seconds to make sure that you’ve adjusted to his size he begins to thrust at a fast pace. Your brain is scrambled all you can let out is a set of incoherent moans. 

He moves one of his arms to the small of your back to make sure you are steady as his lips meet yours again and you start a hungry kiss. His lips interlock yours perfectly, he's a pro at this which makes up for your lack of experience. 

Each of his thrusts is more powerful than the last. This man is fucking you like there's no tomorrow. He's needy too which makes you wonder about his current bedroom life. I mean if you were MJ you would never leave your martial bed. He lifts you up slightly which changes the game completely as every time his cock enters and leaves, he hits your g spot. You wrap one of your arms around his neck for extra support as you use the other to rub your clit.

 After a few minutes of thrusting, you are close to reaching your orgasm, Peter knows this. His spider senses are going crazy. He slows down his movements, making sure to drag out the amount of time his cock spends touching your g-spots with drives you over the edge. You cum almost instantly after he does this. Your walls clench around him getting him closer to reaching his high when the front door opens, It's MJ. Shit! 

Peter tightens his hold on you as he ploughs into you with a god-like speed trying to finally get his release. He moves one of his hands over your mouth attempting to quiet down your moans so that MJ won't hear. You listen closely as you hear her taking off her shoes. His movements are rougher. She enters the lounge and Peter finally cum, moving the hand which was located on the small of your back to the crown on your head as he sets you on the ground. He pets your hair gently as he gives you a quick peck before pulling his pants up and going to greet/distract his wife, giving you enough time to make yourself look presentable and to pretend to be preoccupied with something.

[urxmommy]

Serious talk is it a turn off to be emotionally dependent on your mommy???? Like the moment she leaves your life is empty and u just wanna wail bc the world is so scary alone without mommy??? Like when ur in little space and u don't even know how to count your medicine drops bc ur so baby brained and yet ur expected to be an adult when ur just a lil guy who wants to be cuddled and spoiled and praised and loved and appreciated and cared for and ur whole little life is all about mommy bc u can't function without her while little????

I’m going to preface this with the fact that this is just my opinion, there’s definitely other people who feel differently!

But for me personally I don’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t call it a turn off since it most likely comes from an unhealed past trauma. I absolutely love a level of dependence but I couldn’t deal with it 24/7 since I have my own responsibilities that I also need to tend to and I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

In little space though, it’s absolutely adorable to me. I wouldn’t expect my kiddo to be able to do much without me, since they’re so little! When you’re that small of course you need mommy around to help you out 💕. I love when people are really clingy and dependent in little space, not only does it make me feel needed but it shows that they clearly feel safe since they’re letting me take on all of the adult responsibilities. When you’re little you shouldn’t have to think about silly adult stuff like changing your own diaper or making food on your own, etc. That’s for mommy to worry about, your only concerns should be picking which stuffie to cuddle and what book you want mommy to read you tonight.

[meep-moops-stuff]

Safe and Sound - Sidney Crosby x Reader

this is part 1 I hope everyone enjoys !! It’s based off the song by Taylor swift :) I thought it would be best for this next series.

Sidney Crosby had a game that night. A cold, wet nighttime game. The weather was awful; rain in the streets and soaking leaves falling from the trees. Which is why y/n chose to stay in the comfort of her own apartment; her safe space.

The penguins ended up winning, 3-1, with two goals from the captain.

“Not bad for an old man” y/n thought, knowing Sidney hated when she uses that nickname with him.

Watching the game in her own sanctuary, wrapped up in the safety of blankets, despite the howling wind outside.

Her phone buzzed at 9:34pm.

He always calls at this time, what a superstition

Y/n hesitated but answered, smiling as Sidney appeared on the screen.

“Hi Sid” she said quietly, like she’s still not used to this ritual.

“Hey kiddo. Did you watch the game?” He asked. Sidney was in the corner of the locker room, the other players making noises in the background with their family members.

Y/n was not even close to being ready to see a game in person, sitting with the other family members and seeing Sidney after games. She was not used to that yet, and Sidney respected that.

“Yeah I watched it. Two goals isn’t bad for my old man” she said jokingly, her voice shaking.

Sidney rolled his eyes playfully, “gee thanks so much I really appreciate it.”

“Are you doing okay? The weather is awful and I know the power at your apartment isn’t the best so I want-“

“Yes Sidney I’m fine. The power hasn’t turned off yet.” She interrupted him before he could start to ramble about her safety in terrible weather.

“Ok ok ok. I’m just making sure. But if the power does go out you’ll-“

“I’ll call you, no matter the time of day”

Sidney smiled and sighed to himself; nothing that sometimes he can get a bit out of hand when it comes to y/n.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want you freezing In the apartment.”

Always so dramatic she thought.

“Other than that, how are you doing? Are you alright?”

Y/n’s smile fell a little bit at the question.

This was all new to her; having an adult checking in with her daily to make sure she’s ok. It was different, and Sidney knows this.

“I’m…alright” she said softly, not looking at Sidney.

“Y/n. Look at me”

She looked at the screen and Sidney was smiling softly, his eyes showing affection.

“You don’t have to worry about making me upset with your feelings. I’m here to listen and help you.” He said quietly.

“I know and I appreciate it but it’s…gonna take a while” she mumbled, playing with the thread of string on her blanket.

“I know it is. But I won’t stop asking. You’re important to me now.”

Y/n scrunched her nose at the comment, feeling weird that she’s actually important to someone for once.

“Ok well…since we won, Sully canceled practice for tomorrow. I was thinking I could stop by? We can grab coffee at this cafe near me and it’ll be nice and no one will bother us.” Sidney said excitedly.

Y/n smiled and nodded, “sure I’d love to.”

Sidney smiled even bigger.

“That’s my girl. How about I get you at 10am?” He asked.

She nodded and Sidney could tell a fear was lingering in her eyes.

“We’ll be safe there, sweetheart, I promise.” Sidney said softly.

Y/n took a deep breath and nodded.

“I’m just…not used to being seen with someone as big as you and I don’t want the media to-“

“They won’t sweetheart. And if they do, I’ll handle it. I promise you’ll be safe and sound with me, ok? Just trust me” Sidney said.

Y/n smiled, and as soon as she was about to say something else, she could hear Evgeni Malkin from the other end of Sidney’s phone.

She giggled, “I’ll let you go out and celebrate. Bye Sidney”

Sidney smiled, “bye y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“BYE Y/N! WE’LL MAKE SURE HE SAFE!” Malkin yelled from the background.

The call ended and y/n plugged her phone into her charger, placing the phone on the nightstand.

she had class later in the day tomorrow, and for once she wasn’t worried about it. She was worried about being seen with Sidney Crosby.

She closed her eyes, despite the lingering anxiety of being known as the “mysterious” girl with Crosby.

She replayed his words in her head; how he’d handle it if it ever got to that point of intruding into her life.

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The next morning, y/n heard a knock at her door. 9:58am.

always early

She opened the door and there was Sidney, standing in the hallway.

“There’s my favorite girl!” He exclaimed. He pulled her in for a little side hug, and y/n hugged him back. Sidney smelled of a fresh shower and cologne.

They headed out and towards his car, a car y/n thought of as “expensive”, which always made Sidney laugh.

The crisp autumn air bit at their cheeks as Sidney parked and opened the door for y/n to step out.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She mumbled as she got out, Sidney shutting the door and smiling.

“Yes I did. You deserve all the kindness.”

Do I really though? This is all too much.

Sidney and y/n walked to a small, tucked away cafe. It wasn’t flashy, and it made her anxiety go down. Sidney led the way inside, the fresh smell of coffee wrapping around them. They headed towards the line, y/n looking at the menu.

What if Sidney realizes I’m too much? And what if I ruin his career. And what if-

“Y/n?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and realized they were already up at the cash register.

She cleared her throat, her cheeks turning red.

“Yeah I’ll have a uh vanilla hot latte? And your classic breakfast sandwich please.” She said softly.

Once Sidney ordered, he gave the cashier his card.

Y/n’s breathing hitched in her throat, and she took a deep breath out through her nose.

He wants to do this. He’s not like your real father. He cares. Just let him in.

Y/n took the number the cashier gave her and they picked out a booth next to some windows.

“You know this coffee places reminds me of the one I used to see you at all the time.” Sidney said as he took his jacket off.

Y/n froze. He remembered? He remembered her at that cafe?

“You remembered?” She blurted out.

Sidney looked caught off guard, but chuckled softly.

“Of course I remember. Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, as if he was offended almost.

Y/n cracked her knuckles under the table and shrugged, but smiled.

“I don’t know. This is all new to me so…I’m sorry” she mumbled.

Sidney reached across the table, his hand opened. Y/n stared at his palm and slowly put her right hand in it, trembling a little bit.

Sidney closed his fingers over her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

“I know it’s new and it’s probably scary, but we are taking this one step at a time. I care, I promise.”

Y/n smiled as Sidney squeezed her hand before letting go, seeing their food being brought over.

[reallygroovyninja]

Does Everly have a favorite stuffed animal or blankie?

Everly came running into the living room, her face red and tear-streaked, clutching her favorite stuffed toy, Klork the lion, in her small hands. The lion’s back leg was barely hanging on by a few threads, and Everly’s sobs grew louder as she approached her mommies.

“Mama, Klork is hurt! Fix Klork!” she wailed, thrusting the toy toward Clarke, her little voice breaking in panic.

Clarke knelt down immediately, taking the plush lion from Everly’s trembling hands. She examined the damage with a serious expression, though there was a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Oh no, looks like Klork needs some surgery,” Clarke said gently. “But don’t worry, Everly. I’m going to fix Klork and make him as good as new.”

Everly sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, looking up at Clarke with hope shining through her tears. “Really?”

Clarke nodded confidently. “Yes, really. Klork is in good hands. I’ll have him back on his feet in no time.”

Lexa stood up and headed toward the sewing kit, pulling out a needle and some sturdy thread. Clarke cleared a space on the coffee table, pretending to prep for surgery like a real doctor. She put on a dramatic, focused face, glancing at Everly as she pretended as if she was scrubbing in.

“Okay, Everly,” Clarke said, her tone playful but serious. “We’re going to perform surgery. But I’ll need you to stand by and make sure Klork is feeling brave. Can you do that?”

Everly, still wiping the last of her tears, nodded solemnly. “I can do that, mama.”

Lexa handed Clarke the needle and thread and then knelt beside Everly, resting a comforting arm around her shoulders as they both watched Clarke at work. Clarke carefully stitched Klork’s leg back in place, her movements steady and precise, like those of a seasoned surgeon.

After a few minutes of concentrated effort, Clarke tied off the final stitch and held up the newly repaired lion with a proud smile. “And… surgery is a success! Klork is all fixed up.”

Everly’s eyes lit up, her earlier sorrow forgotten as she reached for her toy. Clarke held it back for just a moment, winking. “Ah, ah, ah. Klork needs a little time to recover, remember? Let him rest for a bit, and then you can play with him again.”

Everly beamed, nodding eagerly. “Okay, Mama.”

Clarke leaned down and kissed Everly’s forehead. “Anytime, kiddo. Klork is tough—just like you.”

Lexa smiled at the exchange, watching as Everly gently cradled her beloved lion in her arms before heading off to find a safe place for him to “recover.” Clarke straightened up, glancing at Lexa with a grin.

“Doctor Clarke at your service,” she joked, and Lexa chuckled softly.

“You’re always saving the day,” Lexa teased, pulling Clarke in for a soft kiss.

Clarke smiled, her eyes following Everly as she sat by the window, keeping a watchful eye on Klork, waiting for him to be ready to play again.

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Sanders Sides - How they would comfort you during a panic attack

Authors note: I miss my favorite boys and got motivation to write for some reason so lets gooo.

⚠TW!⚠: Mentions of panic attacks, fluff, prob a little angst ig if you squint

👑Roman👑

-Roman would be his dramatic self (bc of course he would be) but at the same time would think up of ideas on the fly on how to help as you have your panic attack

-Would probably BOMBARED you with questions as he tries to figure out his best on how to help until he figures out that you wont be able to answer all too well in your panicked state

-If you indicate that you want to be held, he will hold you against his chest firmly so you can hear the comforting sound of his heart beating

-If not, he will simply sit and/or lay next to you until your panic attack is over, affirming you that he’s there for you

-Afterward, he will shower you with all sorts of comforting words -in both english and spanish- and shower you with acts of service (Bringing you some comfort items, making sure you’re comfortable, ect.)

-If you like physical affection, he will cuddle with you and pepper kiss all over you. Your face, your hands, your neck, your arms, your shoulders, ect.

-Like, literally no part of your body is safe from his onslought of kisses if you let him

-Don’t like physical affection? No worries he will simply keep you company but that won’t stop him from complimenting you every chance he gets

-He will compliment your eyes, your laugh, your humor, literally anything and everything he can think of. Which is a lot considering he’s creativity

-If it makes you feel better, Roman will bring you to his mind palace and create stuff specifically for you 

💙Logan💙

-Being that he is the most logical side and doesn’t do well with emotions, he will obviously try to go about it the logical way

-Will most likely know what to do already since he has helped many of Thomas’ friends from panic attacks and has helped Virgil before in the past

-Logans definitely the kind of person to just sit close to you while trying to give you space at the same time, not wanting to overwhelm you even more

-If you ask to be held, know its gonna be kind of a stiff hug at first since Logan isn’t used to physical affection (Patton tries to surprise hug him from time to time due to that reason)

-After a while though, seeing that it’s helping you calm down from the panic attack, he definitely melts into the hug. Even after you’ve calmed down he still won’t let go (someone give him a hug please he needs it)

-If you don’t like physical affection or just don’t like hugs, he’ll probably hold your hand through your panic attack as he guides you through breathing excersises 

-You’ll both just sit or lay in silence, enjoying each others presence for a while before one of you breaks the silence and you both just talk about random things

-Just small, light hearted things to lift the mood. “You’re so cute.”   “Objectively, I’m actually considered average looking.”   “You call yourself ‘average looking’ one more time and I’ll put salt instead of sugar in your coffee.”    “....”   “Exactly.” 

🍪Patton🍪

-Omg Patton goes into full on DAD MODE the minute he knows your having a panic attack. He might be able to see if before it even happens bc he just has that kind of, caring-for-others-more-than-himself-mode built in him. 

-Kind of like Roman and Logan put into one because he will ask if theres anything he can do to help and sort of knows how to deal with a panic attack but isn’t too sure

-Sooo, he just looks it up on his phone real quick. Once he understands what to do, he will help you through it with a kind and comforting voice

-I feel like his voice will definitely help ground you more than anything because its just so cute the way that he says “everythings ok” and “I’m here for you, kiddo” and just things like that

-If you want to be held, BOY YOU BETTER BE READY FOR SOME REAL GOOD HUGS/CUDDLES

-Patton literally gives the best cuddles I dunno what to tell you other than you will most likely fall asleep if you cuddle each other

-And will most definitely give you forehead kisses

-Don’t like to be touched? No problemo because he WILL make you something to eat and drink, especially if its your favorite/comfort food. I’m not even joking he will probably start baking a cake right there and then if thats your favorite treat

-He just loves to show you his love through his food overall

-Once you’ve calmed down he talks rambles about anything that will make you feel better once you’re all calmed down

💜Virgil💜

-My poor emo boy definitely knows how to handle a panic attack but has only ever dealt with panic attacks by himself so when he sees you having one

-He kind of freezes. 

-Once he snaps out of it though, he’s definitely panicking a little bit too with you as he attempts to think of everything he can to help you

-He’s kind of a guy who hesitates before doing anything because he just really isn’t sure but starts to calm down after seeing you calm down too

-If you indicate that you want to be held through your panic attack, he will be a little stiff at first but not in the way Logan is stiff

-Stiff as in he’s not sure if he’s doing this right and hopes that this actually comforts you

-Dont wanna be held? He’ll just offer you some comforting items kind of like a crow and its so cute that it really helps you calm down

-Once you calm down, he will constantly be checking up on you to make sure you’re ok 

-”You comfortabe?”  “ Need anything else?”   “I can get something for you if you want.”

-He’ll probably offer you his sweater too and once you put it on its smells so much like him and its absolute heaven

-You’ll def make him blush if you take a deep breathe of his scent on his sweater

-He’ll put on your favorite movie and chill with you in the living room for a while to make you feel better

[shion-yu]

A Safe Place (part 2) [day 7]

Cliff’s cough turns into something more serious. For @monthofsick Day 7 “Too feverish to think” and my @badthingshappenbingo space “Delirium”. Wasn’t expecting this to be more than 2 parts but the boys had other plans! 3,385 words, original work, TWs emeto, references to parental homophobia/abuse. [Part 1]

The night Cliff showed up soaked and feverish on the doorstep of Elliot’s family home, Elliot held him and stayed awake until dawn. Cliff was asleep, his overly warm body in Elliot’s arms. Elliot, on the other hand, was wide awake. He was disturbed by Cliff’s sudden appearance and the shape his boyfriend was in. He didn’t know what happened or how to deal with this. He was nineteen and usually he felt like that made him an adult, but right now all he wanted was to go wake his parents up for help. Of course he wasn’t going to turn Cliff away - he’d protect Cliff however he could - but the lack of context was maddening.

At seven, Elliot’s alarm for work went off. He left Cliff asleep in his bed and crept downstairs where he usually ate breakfast with his mom and dad before heading to work at his dad’s auto shop for the day. It was Saturday, so they were only open in the morning. Elliot never missed a day of work and was extremely reliable, but knew today he’d have to let his dad down - but first he had to tell his parents what happened. His dad was already working on one of the plates of toast on the table and his mom was packing the two of them lunch.

“Good morning honey,” his mom, Rachel said. His dad Giovanni nodded at him around a sip of orange juice. Elliot swallowed nervously, hovering awkwardly instead of sitting down.

“I need to tell you guys something and I hope you’re not too mad,” he said. His parents’ faces immediately grew serious and Rachel wiped her hands off and sat at the table. They looked at him expectantly. Elliot took a deep breath. “You know my boyfriend Cliff? Well... last night, he showed up at our door. He was soaking wet and didn’t have anything with him and I don’t know what happened, but... he’s in my bedroom.”

“You boyfriend’s here? In this house?” Giovanni repeated incredulously. Elliot nodded.

“Is he okay?” Rachel asked.

Elliot shook his head. “I don’t know. I think not really. He has a fever and his breathing sounds bad. I know I should’ve told you last night but it was like three in the morning and, I don’t know. I should’ve come to get you. But I’m really worried about him.”

Rachel just nodded, and Elliot felt a rush of relief that neither parent seemed like they were about to lecture him. At least not yet. “It sounds like he’s sick,” she said, “I’ll go take a look at him.”

“Please,” Elliot said. His mom was a nurse, but more importantly she was a mom and he didn’t know what to do in this situation all by himself. “And um, I’m sorry dad but I don’t think I can come to work today.”

Giovanni stood up and clapped him on the shoulder. “Do what you need to do today, alright kiddo?” Elliot gave him a quick side hug and hurried upstairs with his mom. Cliff was right where Elliot had left him, huddled under several blankets and his noisy breathing audible from the moment they stepped closer.

Elliot crouched in front of the bed and shook Cliff’s shoulder. “Cliffy? Wake up. I want my mom to take a look at you.” Cliff felt even hotter under Elliot’s hand than before, causing a pang of panic to run through Elliot’s body.

Cliff blinked awake sleepily, calm until he noticed Elliot’s mom in the room. Then his face turned to one of fear and he shook his head no, pushing away from Elliot as if the other side of the bed provided far more distance than it did. “No no, Cliff, it’s okay. She’s really nice. I know you don’t like being touched by other people but I think you’re really sick. Please let her look at you. For me?”

It took a few long seconds, but Cliff eventually acquiesced and pushed himself into a sitting position. His arms were shaking with effort and Elliot wrapped an arm around him so he could lean for support. Rachel gave Cliff a gentle smile and sat on the edge of the bed. “Hi Cliff, I’m Rachel,” she said in what Elliot knew to be her nurse voice. “Elliot’s told me so much about you. I’m really glad to meet you. You don’t look like you feel too good though right now, do you?”

Cliff didn’t confirm or deny, but clutched onto Elliot’s hand tightly. Rachel grabbed the thermometer from where Elliot had left it on the bedside table last night and held it up to Cliff. “Under your tongue please,” she said. Cliff obeyed. Elliot could feel him trembling. He watched as the number kept going up until it beeped and settled on a glowing 102.7. Rachel frowned and said, “I think we need to go to the doctor.”

It was as if something in Cliff snapped and his grip on Elliot became painfully tight. “No, no, no hospital,” he said. “I-I can’t go to the hospital. My dad - my dad’ll be mad. Please don’t make me.”

Elliot’s heart broke for Cliff. He knew Cliff’s parents weren’t very nice people, but this reaction seemed extreme. He remembered how Cliff had begged him not to go to the hospital when he had the flu, too. Rachel had a similar pitying expression on her face. “Cliff, honey, we need to make sure you’re okay. We can go to urgent care though, alright?”

Cliff settled down a little, but he still looked afraid. “Hear that Cliffy? Just urgent care. It’ll be super fast and your dad will never know.” It took several seconds, but finally Cliff nodded.

“You boys get ready to go and meet me downstairs,” Rachel told him, leaving them in the bedroom alone. Elliot sighed.

“Cliff... What happened?” He asked. It still felt the wrong time to question his boyfriend, but he felt like he needed to know before this went any further. This felt serious and he couldn’t keep running on speculation. He also doubted that Cliff would tell any doctor the whole story.

Cliff looked at him with exhausted, watery eyes. "I came out to my mom,” he said hoarsely. “It didn't go well."

"Did she hit you?" Elliot asked, feeling like his heart was in his throat. "Did she kick you out?"

"No," Cliff said quietly.

"Then why, in the middle of the night, in the rain...?"

Cliff shrugged. "I just had to get out of there," he said simply. "And I really needed you."

Elliot wanted to know more. He wanted to push Cliff to keep talking. But Cliff seemed so delicate and they really did need to get him to a doctor, so Elliot let it drop for now. “Well, you’ve got me baby. Let’s get you looked at and then we’ll be right back here in bed, okay?”

Getting Cliff to urgent care was like leading a child. He was sluggish and acted a little confused, which scared Elliot. His mom drove while Cliff laid in the backseat with his head in Elliot’s lap. Elliot helped him into the waiting room and then checked him in. The wait was thankfully not too bad, something Elliot was exceedingly grateful for as he listened to Cliff’s breathing become more labored. He had a cough that sounded wheezy and painful, and the secretary waved a mask at Elliot until Rachel grabbed it and helped Cliff put it on.

Cliff sat on the exam table once they were led to a room and had his vitals taken by a nurse. His temperature was 102.9 now and he was shivering. Elliot climbed onto the table next to him and let Cliff rest against him until the doctor came in. Cliff predictably clammed up when the doctor started asking questions, so Elliot explained that Cliff had spent the night in the rain and had asthma. The doctor listened to Cliff’s lungs and ordered a chest x-ray. “You said his temperature was low last night? Rebound hyperthermia can usually cause a fever afterwards, but a cough like this wouldn’t have shown up overnight. How long have you been sick, Cliff?”

“A while,” was the near whispered answer. Elliot squeezed Cliff’s forearm, urging him to elaborate. “Maybe three weeks.” Elliot felt his stomach drop. Cliff had been coughing for three weeks and his parents hadn’t said anything? His dad was a doctor for goodness sake.

The chest x-ray didn’t show pneumonia, the doctor said, but Cliff had definite bronchitis and needed to rest. He was prescribed a 4mg prednisone taper pack and a new inhaler, and then they were allowed to head home. By the time Rachel parked the car back at the house, Cliff’s face was a pasty white with a tinge of green. He stood up, then sat back down. "Dizzy?" Elliot asked. Cliff nodded minutely. "Okay. Just hold on to me and we'll walk really slow." Elliot supported Cliff into the house, wishing urgent care had given Cliff something for the fever while they were there.

It felt like a long way all the way back up to the second floor, but Elliot got Cliff into bed and tucked in before going to get some fresh water and something to eat for himself. His mom was waiting in the kitchen and said, “Okay, let’s talk honey. What’s going on here?”

“Honestly, I don’t know that much,” Elliot said tiredly, sitting at the table heavily. The half-night’s sleep and worry was getting to him. “Cliff said he came out to his mom and it didn’t go well and... I think they were abusive growing up. He’s really scared of them.”

Rachel looked sad and gave Elliot a hug. “Well, it seems like he trusts you more than anyone. Just let us know what we can do and we’ll do it,” she said. “He can stay here until school starts and then you guys can go back together.” Elliot hugged her back, so grateful that he had the parents he had and not Cliff’s.

“Thanks mom,” he said, unable to help tears from filling his eyes. School would start in two weeks. It wasn’t that long.

Elliot ate his now cold toast from earlier and then went back upstairs, expecting to find Cliff in bed. Instead he followed the sound of retching into the bathroom, where he found Cliff kneeling over the toilet seat throwing up quite violently. Elliot winced, glad he hadn’t given Cliff his steroid from the doctor yet. “Oh Cliff,” he sighed sadly, sitting next to him and rubbing Cliff’s back.

“This is gross, go away,” Cliff groaned, weakly trying to shrug him off. Another wave of vomit caused him to launch back over the toilet seat.

“It’s fine,” Elliot said. “You sat with me when I threw up, remember?”

“That was different, we were drunk,” Cliff managed to choke out. He coughed into the bowl, the water making the sound echo a little. He slumped forward, resting his forehead on the edge of the toilet miserably. “Everything’s spinning.”

Elliot wet a washcloth and rubbed it against Cliff’s hot, sweaty neck. Cliff shivered. “I’m right here,” Elliot said evenly. “Take your time.”

It was about five more minutes of Cliff intermittently gagging until Elliot was sure he had nothing left in him and pulled Cliff into his lap. He wiped the rest of Cliff’s face off, and his hands which had some of the puke on them. “Bed?”

“Don’t wanna throw up on you,” Cliff mumbled.

“There’s a trash can. You need to lie down and take your meds.” Elliot helped Cliff stand up, which proved to require some core strength with how heavily Cliff leant on him. They hobbled back to Elliot’s bedroom where Cliff collapsed onto the mattress, panting heavily. Elliot popped out the first doses of prednisone and two Tylenol into his hand and held them out to Cliff. “You’re supposed to eat with these...” He said, “Do you think you can - no, didn’t think so,” he didn’t finish the question when Cliff interrupted him with a loud whimper. “Okay, let’s just hope for the best.”

Cliff took the pills and his new inhaler, mumbling a weak, “Thanks.”

Elliot climbed into bed next to him and spooned Cliff protectively. “Thank you for going to the doctor,” he said. “Now you can rest.”

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Elliot had never heard someone cough the way Cliff had been coughing and he was extremely worried. In the week since Cliff had shown up unannounced, he’d been weak but after that first full weekend in bed his fever broke and he seemed a little better. He had been eating again and had become less painfully shy with Elliot’s parents. Elliot went to work with his dad the following week and Cliff seemed sick, but well enough to insist on helping out with the chores around the house. Rachel said he was a very good assistant.

Cliff told Elliot a bit about his internship this summer and one afternoon they even drove to get Cliff’s college stuff from his parents’ house at a time when Cliff was sure nobody would be home. There was no incident doing this and Cliff seemed like he was on the mend. It seemed as if their final week of summer vacation was going to be actually spent together having a little fun. Elliot’s father planned to release him from work for the season so he could spend the last week before school started getting ready and relaxing a bit. Elliot thought about all his favorite places that maybe he could bring Cliff, like his favorite state park.

That cough just wouldn’t go away though, especially at night. By the end of the week, Cliff's cough had grown much deeper and he seemed like he was in pain every time he did so. It was just the cough and a low grade fever though, so Elliot still hoped it would go away. That hope was shattered when he came home after work on Saturday at noon to find his boyfriend sitting up in bed, struggling to breathe. Cliff was clutching a fist to his chest and his face was contorted in pain. When he looked up at Elliot his eyes were glassy and unseeing.

“Cliff!” Elliot exclaimed in shock. Cliff had seemed mostly fine when he’d left this morning, what had changed? He pressed a hand to Cliff’s forehead and was able to feel a searing heat in the second before Cliff jerked away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” Cliff gasped. He looked angry, and Elliot felt hurt until Cliff added, “I’ll be good, I can go to school. Don’t call dad.”

“Cliffy, it’s me, Elliot,” Elliot said slowly, climbing onto the bed and holding his hands up when Cliff shuddered away from him. “Your mom and dad aren’t here. It’s just us.”

Cliff looked at Elliot suspiciously, his breathing labored. Elliot could hear that asthmatic wheeze back in his breath, but worse than that a deep, hollowed out noise underneath. “It’s just us,” Elliot repeated. “I promised you I’d never put my hands on you to hurt you, remember?”

It took a while, but finally Cliff nodded hesitantly, like he couldn’t quite trust that memory was real. “I don’t wanna go to school,” he mumbled. “M’tired.”

“Okay, that’s okay, no school,” Elliot reassured him. “Can we take your temperature?” Elliot slid the small instrument under Cliff’s tongue waiting anxiously for a reading. 103.2. Shit. Cliff had barely had a fever the past few days, mostly just a low one at night. Now it was noon and it was higher than ever. This didn’t seem right. Cliff whimpered in pain and wrapped his arms around himself. “What hurts?” Elliot asked.

“Chest,” Cliff said. It made a chill go down Elliot’s body. That was it. There was no begging it off this time, Cliff needed to go to the hospital. The question was how to get him there, because Elliot knew the second the word hospital was mentioned that Cliff would freak out. He racked his brain for a solution. They were the only ones home right now.

Cliff shivered and coughed that horrible deep cough that made Elliot’s stomach twist in pain. He knew Cliff might never trust him again if he did this, but he felt like he had no other choice. Cliff really needed help and he didn’t think urgent care was going to cut it this time. He made his decision. “Alright Cliff, my sweet guy,” he said. “I know you don't feel so good but we gotta go out for a bit.”

“Huh? Where?” Cliff asked suspiciously.

Elliot tried to keep an innocent expression. “Just out. Just for a bit. I need you with me though, can you do that for me?”

Elliot held his breath waiting for Cliff to answer, but finally Cliff nodded and said, “For you.” Elliot pushed down the guilt he was feeling and forced a smile at Cliff.

“You're the best,” Elliot forced himself to say with fake cheer. He coaxed Cliff into the car and drove well over the speed limit to the emergency room. He kept one eye on Cliff, anxious to get someone with medical knowledge to listen to that horrible cough that left Cliff gasping. Cliff seemed too out of it to notice when they pulled into the ER parking lot and Elliot took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable fight Cliff would eventually put up.

“Cliff?”

“Hmm?” Cliff's eyes were closed, his face disturbingly pale and his chest heaving with the work of breathing. Elliot grit his teeth and forced himself to be truthful.

“We're at the hospital. I need you to get seen by a doctor.” Cliff’s eyes opened and immediately Elliot could see a mix of pain, fear and betrayal. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world right now.

“You said we weren't going to the hospital,” Cliff’s voice wobbled. His eyes blurred with tears. “No way, I’m walking home,” he said.

Elliot, knowing Cliff had literally made his way here all the way from Newark last week, was afraid he actually would and grabbed Cliff's wrist. “Baby, please, listen to me. Cliff. You're so sick. I don't know what to do. Just let a doctor see you, we're not even in the city, your dad won't know.”

“He’ll figure it out,” Cliff said desperately, attempting to tug his arm away but Elliot didn't let go. Cliff was too weak to shake him off. “All I do is cause problems for them. I can’t.”

Elliot leaned forward so he was as close to Cliff as possible, his expression and tone begging. “Please Cliff. I’m going to protect you, but just come in with me. I’m scared. For me, please? If nothing else, for me?”

Elliot didn't think it was going to work. He physically slumped in relief when Cliff stopped pulling away and said, “Okay. For you, just this once.”

“Thank you,” Elliot gushed earnestly, squeezing Cliff's hand. “I love you, Cliff.”

“I love you too,” Cliff said, looking at Elliot with watery, exhausted eyes.

Elliot blinked in surprise. He wasn't expecting the first I Love You to come right now, or anywhere close to right now when he had just tricked and then pressured Cliff into going to the one place he was most afraid of. “You do?” He said, his voice high pitched.

Cliff nodded. “I do,” he said hoarsely. He was mostly looking at his lap but gave Elliot a sideways glance.

“Oh,” Elliot said. “Thanks, Cliff.” He wasn't sure what else to say, but Cliff looked embarrassed and was definitely clamming up, so he added, “That makes me happy. And I'm really grateful you trust me enough to get checked out. I’ll be right there the whole time.”

“Okay,” Cliff said. Another harsh coughing fit overtook him that lasted so long that by the end of it, tears were streaming down his face. He breathed sharply through his nose, trying to catch his breath. “Can't breathe, El.”

“I know. That's why we're here baby,” Elliot said worriedly. “Let's go in now.”

“Promise you won’t leave me?”

“I promise,” Elliot swore. “I’ve got you, Cliff.”

[Part 3]

[anne-the-historian-ish]

Snow day

a/n:It's 04;00a.m and @poweredbyghostadventures finally convinced me to post this eldritch horror.I was feeling shity so I wrote this. It’s short, I tried something new, and I don’t know if a particularly like it or not.You guys know the drill: If Mister Goon ever says he is uncomfortable with this, it will be taken down immediately. No real names used, but I did call him “Mr.Goon” at least once. Warning:pure fluff Father figure!YtWendigoon X Gn Reader Word count: 710(short king)

Fluffy snow covers the pavement, shops are decorated with green and red ornaments and the faint "All I want for Christmas is you" can be heard from inside most of them. It's almost like a switch was flipped, you blinked and Halloween was gone to give space for Christmas time. 

However, you can't seem to focus on the beauty of the season, eyes glistening and oversensitive. Your head is pounding, the slight of sounds makes you jump in place. The fact that you are walking through the sidewalk, with the horn sounds coming out of the blue and loud conversations passing by you, makes the usually calm walk back home a living nightmare. Tired and cold, you count your steps as you walk and try to warm your hands. You were in such a rush to leave this morning that you forgot your gloves and beanie over your bed, in one of the coldest days of December.

Seeing your house in the distance, you walk faster but carefully as to not fall into the snow. You only sigh in relief once you reach the front porch, pulling your keys and entering the house. Locking the door, you take off your shoes and coat, putting on your fluffy warm slippers and hanging the coat in the coat hanger. It's still cold inside the house, but it's more bearable. Slowly, feeling your muscles tired from the cold, you begin making your way upstairs to leave your things in your room and take some painkillers from the bathroom.

You know you should tell your dad that you arrived safely, to say hi at least. But you also know that he must be working, you can hear the faint laughing and talking from his office as you pass it by. Throwing your things in your bed with a louder sound then you would prefer, you quickly take the meds from the bathroom and wonder if you should go downstairs again to get a glass of water or if you should take them without it. So caught up in your own mind, you didn’t see your dad opening the office's door and walking through it, seeing you standing inside the bathroom with a pill in your palm and looking at the floor without focus.

-Kiddo? What's wrong?

You jump in your place, surprised. 

Propping himself against the door frame, your dad’s black eyes look at you, thick black brows frowning together in worry, his mouth in a thin line, black beard well trimmed and black hair, combed back away from his face. Instead of his usual Hawaiian shirts is a comfortable black sweater, the hood a bit crumbled up from being sited for so long.

-Hey, there...- Your voice sounds hoarse, and you curse mentally.- Just a little headache, I’ll be fine.

-You don’t look fine for me, kid.- Mr.Goon closes his office door behind himself.-  come on, let’s get sometin’ in your stomach first, and some water for your pills.

-Dad, you don’t have to...

-I know, I want to.-He smiles warmly at you.- Come on.

Gently, he nudges you downstairs again and warms up some leftover soup. He gives you a scolding look when you told him that you forgot your gloves and beanie. The kitchen is warm and peaceful after that as you and your dad share a silently comfortable meal, and you had to fight a bit, so he would let you help with the dishes. Taking your medication under his watchful gaze, you both walk into the living room. He throws a blanket over the sofa and cuddles you close, hand over your forehead to check your temperature before sighing in relief, wondering what to do now.

-Did I ever told you this story, that my grandfather told me about the lake near his house?- he asks, knowing you probably did.- It was late September, I think, when...

And as your dad goes on with the story, your eyes begin to slowly close. It makes you remember of when you were young, and he would tell you stories by the campfire, or during long car trips. You always love to hear the stories your dad tells, and right now you couldn’t fell more safe than in his arms.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Mighty Solars in Taken Away From Me Ch. 9

The ride was amazing than last time. This time, Terry is back in his cockpit on the Mighty Solars Javeline and all he can hear are his children agree to disagree, humans screaming or laughing and excited sounds and Korvo talking about the way home. Terry smiles as he sees Earth-4 as the super flying mobile began to fly towards their home as everyone started to freak out, cheer, laugh in excitement or scream.

Terry/Mighton: hearing everyone making excited or scared sounds So, how’s everyone doing right now?!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: vibrating Having the best time of my life!

Randall: I never felt so excited before! Is this what it really feels like when you help super hero aliens?

Phoebe/Staburst: Hell yeah! So glad you guys are enjoying the ride!

Monica/Lightspeed: This is amazing!

Principal Cooke: I never thought I say this but I actually like space travel!

Terry/Mighton: Oh do you now? laughs

Korvo/Qausarblast: Okay everyone, fasten your seatbelts and hold onto something. This ride down home is gonna get a little bumpy.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Yay!

Miss Frankie: feeling air sick again Oh thank God! barfs in another paper bag

Sherbert: hearing Miss Frankie barging through the ship’s intercom in her seat Jesus Christ Frankie!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Yyyaaaayyyy!

Korvo/Qausarblast: Landing gear, activate! through the intercom Ready Mighton?

Terry/Mighton: Ready babe! presses some buttons Landing coordinates, online!

The ship safely lands near the cockpit of the Mighty Solars’ home as it comes to a safe stop. The Mighty Solars and the humans got out as the crowd cheers for the Mighty Solars’ bravery. Terry sheds a tear as he is relived to be back home.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Happy to be home Mighton?

Terry/Mighton: Yeah

All of the prisoners, while some have survived and some were injured or mentally hurt, all reunite with their friends, families and loved ones as the Smithers came and see their daughter waking up in Monica’s arms as she sees Earth and began to stand.

Cheery: looking around I’m…. home? shed tears of joy in her eyes as she went over to Mighton and hugs him Thank you… for saving my life Mighton. You and your family are heroes.

Terry/Mighton: Yeah, looks at Lightspeed but there is someone you should thank. Our newest addition and member of the team, Lightspeed, saved you too.

Cheery: Thank you Lightspeed, and thank you Mighty Solars. You did it, you saved everyone.

Korvo/Qausarblast: No problem kiddo.

Ms. Smithers: offscreen Cheery?

Cheery turns around and sees her moms as she laughs in joy as tears burst in her eyes and she runs up to her moms and hugs them. The two wives immediately shed tears of joy and hugs their daughter as the Mighty Solars smile at them.

Mrs. Smithers: Oh our baby, we were so worried about you! kisses Cheery on the forehead

Cheery: I’m so sorry moms.

Ms. Smithers: We’re just happy you’re home sweetie. We love you so much.

Cheery: I love you guys two.

Mrs. Smithers: Don’t worry honey, we’re gonna get you help! We promised. hugs Cheery again You’re gonna be okay…..

Ms. Smithers: to the Pupa; whispering Thank you, strange creature.

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Cheery!

Ms. Smithers: smiles with tears in her eyes as she looks at the Mighty Solars Thank you Mighty Solars… for saving our daughter… you guys are heroes... starts to leave with her wife and daughter Come on sweetie, let’s get you so we can help you recover.

Before they leave, Cheery gave one last smile to Terry as she leaves with her moms for some therapy and mental recovery. The Mighty Solars then get into another group while Terry and Korvo kiss again……

Three weeks later… things are finally back to normal on Earth-4. Terry is now taking out the trash peacefully after the kids left for school. Suddenly, he sees a shadow on the grass, only to look up and see that the shadow belongs to Cheery, who has now fully recovered and ready for another day at job training. She hugs and kiss her moms on the cheek goodbye as she gets into her car and leaves for job training. Terry smiles as he watches her leave. Now he is finally back home, with his husband, his kids and their nanny.

Korvo: coming outside Terry, what’s taking you fucking so long? Is everything okay?

Terry: turns to Korvo Yeah sees Cheery’s car as it leaves peacefully Everything’s okay now.

Korvo: Good, fiddles his fingers on Terry’s stomach cause I believe there is something that I miss.

Terry: playfully chuckles I do so too, wanna go for another round to make up for what happened three weeks ago?

Korvo: Only if you say so. kisses Terry on the cheek

Terry: Good, cause I love it drives…me…wild….

Terry and Korvo head back inside while looking lovingly at each other and smiling as Phoebe watches them, smiling as well. Yep, it a great for Terry aka Mighton to be back home safe and sound! Proving that whenever evil lurks, the Mighty Solars will never give up on each other when one is in danger! For, justice and family will always prevail on the evil that draws near! No matter what! For they are….. The Mighty Solars!

The End

Note: Thank you all so much for your support and I am so glad you guys like it! Don’t worry, there will be more upcoming Mighty Solars stories coming soon in the future! I hope you love this amazing story and be free to do artworks/scenes on it from the parts that you like it. Please take your time, because I know some of us have college and job training and other artworks that you are currently working on, so I wanna be mindful of that. Anyways, thank you so much for the love and support you send! Hope you are excited about more Mighty Solars stories coming soon. Be free to do the artworks on the Mighty Solars, if you like! I’m gonna be taking a break from posting, for four days because of the hard work I did. And don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just taking a break from posting anything I created for, and I’ll be back to posting on Saturday. I’ll still talk to you guys too, but anyways thank you so much for being patient! See ya soon! So glad you’re falling in love with the Solar Opposites Mighty Solars au! Sending love now! ❤️

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst and Monica Miller/Lightspeed belongs to @themagicwolf6677

[creators-novel]

The celebration continues back and Straus and Koto’s Space. Everyone begins to return to their correct Worlds as the last voidlings disappear. Some may not even remember that this happened in the long run. But for now, everyone can rejoice knowing that they just saved- well- everything. Koto’s parents watch as she gleefully prances around, fully enraptured by joy, and the Worlds she and Straus made orbit her in tandem.

“She looks so happy…”, Lazuli observes. She and Kilgore beam at the sight.

Pandora looks down at Straus, who is currently lying down and wrapped up in a blanket, and gently pets his head.

“We haven’t seen her smile like that in ages, your boy is something else.”, says Kilgore.

“Oh, undoubtedly! He’s my son, after all!”, Zeus answers proudly.

Red scooches over and gets herself in the blanket with Straus. The Lightverse Incarnates meet up and join them all. DarkClaw and Ex sit down to participate in the conversation while Uriel jumps over to Koto and joins in their merriment. Castor, however, remembers something, “I should head home. Delta is probably worried.” DarkClaw nods and smiles, “Go for it, kiddo.” He watches as Castor walks over to Uriel and Koto, who stop their romp for a moment to let him go home.

            It’s nighttime in the city, and Delta is in bed holding his walkie-talkie. It hadn’t gotten any clear messages in a while, but he still held onto it just in case his heroic buddies needed his help. Just as he’s about to drift off, a signal comes through, and the tiny device sparks awake.

BZZZzzzttt— “Hello? Delta?”

Delta immediately sits up with excitement, “Castor?! Castor is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Good thing this thing still works.”

“Where are you? I’m at home with Mom!”

“Finally home too. The problem has been resolved. Sure, there might be some things that still need to be done, but I’m home.”

“Yay!!”

Delta hears his mother’s voice through the door, “Felix? Are you asleep, or are you talking to that ‘mister hero’ friend of yours again?”

“N-No Mom!”, he quiets down a notch, “Eheh- I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

Castor tries to make sure a slight laugh doesn’t go through, “Alright. G’night.”

“Good night!”

Castor clicks his radio off and lays back in his bed. It really is over now; and he played a part in it! Even though he didn’t have the best start, he feels pretty sure he’s a hero now. Or at the very least, someone who can keep up with his allies. He thinks about everyone who has helped him. No matter what they all face together in the future, there’s no way it could compare to this. If this is the worst that this world can offer, everything else will be a cakewalk. He sleeps peacefully that night knowing this.

            At the same time, the Wanderers also return home. Night has also fallen here, so Luna can join Nova and Azura as they make their way back to the house. They open the door, quietly sneak in, and all slump down as it closes behind them. Victor comes running down the stairs and looks into the living room, “There you are!!”, he cheers, “They’re back, guys!” Phoenix comes down next and helps them get up and move to the couch, “Good to see you all made it back in one piece. Had us all worried there.” Next is Arin, “Ah-ha! We almost got our butts handed to us, where were you guys that whole time?” Azura grumbles in response. “Only helping to fight the big bad, thank you very much!”, Nova retorts. “Mm-hm!”, adds Luna with a confident nod. Amber comes down and starts healing their wounds, “I’m just glad you’re all safe! Thank goodness!” Seeing that she’s ok, Azura hugs her tight and quickly wipes away some rogue tears. Finally, grouchy Zack sees the madness and simply smiles. Azura, Nova, and Luna joyfully hug each other.

            Nathaniel and Kali return to their castle and make haste towards their beds. Upon seeing hers, Kali tumbles into it and sleepily stretches, “I don’t wanna fight anymore…or at least until the next loop.” “I agree.”, says Nathaniel, “I’ve had my fill for now.” Kali snores as she instantly passes out. Nathaniel, amused but not surprised at all, tucks her in; and then comfortably retires to his bed.

            Melanie and Amadi lay on a patch of grass in an open field for a change. People are either asleep or still hiding in their homes, so they figure they can treat themselves to a view of the stars tonight. “It feels good to save people, don’t you think so Brother?”, asks Melanie. “Mm-hm.”, Amadi nods, “It’s pleasant.”

            As everybody settles in, Koto is the only one left awake. She flicks through different views of the Worlds to ensure everyone is secure before heading off to sleep herself. When she’s done, she’s just about to lay down before her eyes are drawn to Straus…and she gets an idea.

Illumi notices and tries to stop her from staying up later, “(Alright, Mistress. It’s time for you to rest as well-)”

“(Nope- idea.)”

“(Oh stars, please tell me this won’t take long.)”

“(It’ll only take a few minutes!)” Koto readies her creation magic and begins to sketch something, “(Just gotta make a quick blueprint so I remember…)”, She makes a rough drawing of a girl walking through snow. She wears clothes appropriate for the weather and has short, curly, burgundy-colored hair.

“(Who is this, Mistress?)”, Illumi wonders.

“(Oh…just a thought. I’ll talk it over with Straus in the morning. ‘Night, Illumi!)”, and just like that, Koto yawns and goes to sleep.

“(Erm- good night, Mistress… sleep well!)”

[currentfandomkick]

Part 2–posted a draft under wrong account and decided to go less goofy and more characters. Will probs do a part 3 eventually.

UPDATE: part three here, will likely be mostly plastic man winning GZ fam’s approval and from there wherever the plot bunnies go tbh

The problem was, Jazz was going to move into Gotham for her internship. The egregore of Gotham liked her and she’s an “acceptable” type of liminal. The fact she’s going there as a fuck you to the guy her parents stole DNA from and help her ‘not my brother but got fucked over by Batman/Bruce’ guy.

She’s not sure how to see Jason just yet, or any of Bruce’s brood. They need therapy and someone who sees B’s bullshit.

Problem: Danny isn’t safe in Amity and not just because the GIW are terrible shots. No, she went to the lab and saw how the portal was set up.

The switch to make it work was inside the portal. Even in the schematics.

And they told the Danny to hang out with his friends in the lab if they wanted.

It wasn’t an accident.

It wasn’t an accident.

It wasn’t an accident.

She had to get Danny out and warn his friends.

This would be a lot easier if Gotham wasn’t so against Danny’s existence.

—

Danny was… processing. He didn’t like it. At all.

He… can’t go to the Realms—parents are still living so no legal action there. And if he left for the Infinite, Jazz would be the prime suspect in his disappearance and presumed first death.

So. So his parents tried to kill him and Sam and Tucker, but the proof was locked up and he. He needs advice. From a person…

Plastic Man should be finishing up patrol now. Maybe he has an idea where Danny should go? Tucker and Sam agreed to avoid his house and his parents and just.

Its a lot.

One portal later, and he found Plastic Man almost done with patrol. He was a mess of tails where his limbs should be. Ghost anxiety… or upcoming death day.

His rogues have been quiet so maybe they’re working out presents for the days after again.

“Hey kiddo,” Plas stretched up to him. “What’s eating you up?”

“Uh, personal stuff but I need living perspective on this, as ghost brain is funky on this stuff.”

“Alright, my HQ or starside?”

Danny’s fangs bit into his lip. “Cujo’s with my clone this week.”

“Say no more, Gemma’s cocoa, your gramps cookie stash and my backup apartment starside stat. Listen to the stars and count constellations, or don’t and eat Manhunter’s cookies at your own risk.”

Danny huffed at that, hair shifting to moonlight. “I learned my lesson the first time. Steal Supes cookies and swap them for bats and let them fight it out while eating the goods.”

Plastic man tried to ruffle his hair.

“Don’t worry, we got this okay little buddy?”

Danny nodded and portalled to Patrick’s space in the watchtower. He had a window view ever since Flash pointed out he’d caught Danny floating in space giving the lanterns heart attacks a little too often to be a prank. He didn’t intend for the pranks, and its not his fault Space calls for his attention, whispering for him to play among the stars.

He debates the merits of playing the with animals ghosts and robot egregores of yore anyways.

But he can’t. Not today at least.

But soon.

The rush of Space shifted his form as he filled the room. His core stayed up high as he let himself go nebula-eldritch.

His eyes stayed on the window. Claws floated by the door, just in case there was another attack. It hadn’t happened Clockwork rewound time and undid it, but still. Better safe than sorry.

Plastic man appeared before he got to the dwarf stars.

“So, Serious Stuff or fun first?” Plastic man stretched the goods and himself between Danny’s claws and up to his core, holding up his offerings.

Danny pulled himself into an eldritch mass of galaxies and stars, with more of a proper face than before. Claws tipped in starlight and moonlight hair stayed mostly in place—at least the ice breath wasn’t fogging up the windows this time.

“Serious or I run from my problems… and I don’t think I can run from this one without my big sis being blamed for my death.”

Danny watched Plastic man fall into being Patrick at that.

“Well shi—shoot. How bad?”

Danny twisted into something smaller, more coiled like a snake. “You know how i’m not fully dead or undead like most ghosts? Parents made a,” Danny winced as the memory electricty crackled over and through him. Deathwail ringing in his ears. “A portal to the Infinite Realms and well, my sister thinks they were trying to kill me and my friends to make it work—some magic portals rule of a bound guardian for safe passage is Sam’s theory—but we can’t prove any of that but it… makes sense with their history and stance on clones and—“

Plas held up one finger. “They have a stance on clones?”

It hit Danny he hadnt brought up that fact. “You know my Slade? He was their best friend and still is.”

Plasticman twitched at that.

“And uh, well, he used their data to clone my dead ass when they used DNA that I dont want to explain it but questionable means was how they got it, and used the guy becuase he was smart before head truama and the adoption addiction kicked in. Anyway my sister was test tube baby 50-50 but I was like 90% that guy 10% my mom by their choice. And they sort of never did the parenting thing, that was always my big sister and were only three years apart and you see the problem?”

“Yep,” Plastic man stretched to meet Danny’s half hidden face. “a big one. Please tell me this is a ‘how do i escape’ conversation.”

Danny shifted again, smaller but not by much. Plas put his hands to good use by running his hands through Danny’s hair.

It was calming.

“I can’t let my godfather get custody as he’s my Slade, but my sister is going to this city who’s egregore finds me, and I quote “a usurper of the highest degree” and she’s gave up so much for me already and deserves to have this for herself but—“

“But you don’t have anywhere to go.” Plastic man frowned, rubbing his chin with his foot.

“Not if I want to do this legally… granted I can trick them into signing most things but I also have my clone who’s been debating moving in with us which was great until we realized they may have been trying to kill me and even then Jazz said its criminal neglect we grew up with and stray weapons and getting to my room being an obstacle course and dodge ball combined in the worst ways and—“

“How do you feel about my city again?” Plastic man interrupted again.

Danny frowned, noting he’d ended up in a Plastic Man too many loops arm hug. “It’s nice not to be incharge or alone. Red is fun to work with now but we both have school and patrolling Mammoth is weirdly chill.”

“And you got your portals under control?”

Danny nodded, brow furrowed.

“So, Penny and me may have been talkng and were working out if you wanted to stay more permanently than your usual couch crashing for a while now.

Danny stared at him, phantom dropping leaving Fenton in the flesh.

“Are, are you sure?”

“We were planning to drag your sisters if you wanted. Wait, sisters or sister and sibling, i want to use the right pronouns.”

Danny laughed wetly. “She’s Dani with an i, or Ellie. We’re working on who she wants to be so her proto-core can start forming properly.”

Plastic man hummed, running a hand through Danny’s hair.

“Are you sure?”

“Is Cujo the goodest boi?”

Danny laughed wetly at that. “Of course he is!”

“Then its settled—I’ll call Penny and we can get our ducks in a row.”

—

Patrick texted Penny the news—Danny was game for staying on a more permanent basis, and did want to keep patrolling Amity mostly solo like before.

“Uh, i’ll call my slade to forge the papers.”

Record scratch.

Patrick turned to Danny slowly.

“I may not be the best legal expert kiddo, but i don’t think that’s the best idea.”

“Oh, by Infinite Realms law, he has to pay child support to my sisters and me and the other clones he made from me who i really have to work on stabilizing one of these days… Pandora and Clocky offered to help and Frostbite has them in stasis since they’re ecto

First and mortal second…”

Patrick nodded along. “So your slade, i’m going to have words with him in his human form.”

Danny huffed at that. “You can try. He’s just going to do paperwork becuase if he doesn’t i can sic fifteen different courts on him for child abandonment, neglect and even abuse on top of endangerment of liminal citizens of the Realms.”

Patrick whistled at that. “Infinite does take child ghosts pretty seriously.”

Danny shrugged at that. “We’re rare, and ghost children are given a lot kore slack since we run on 90% more instinct and only exist for our Anchors and Obsessions… speaking of which, why can’t i just play with the dead astro animals?”

Patrick grinned at that. “Tell your ecto gaurd and then you can.”

“Ugh.” Danny flopped backwards, eyeing his hot cocoa at last. “Frighty will just hover there and scare them off. Again.”

“How about you make boxy and lunchbox tagalong while i handle the paperwork and play phone tag with this…”

“Vlad,” Danny grumbled. “Seriously messed up fruitloop.”

“And somehow still you favorite thing to put in milk.”

“Only after crushing my enemy into dust and drinking the remains.”

Patrick hummed at that. Ghost brain things, he’d come to learn, are best accepted at face value with minimal examination. Even if the League hadn’t gotten the hang of it yet, he did.

Mostly.

Patrick copied Vlad’s info and began a game of email tag while Danny and Boxy argued over their future joint ‘give the astronaut animals and robots the love and attention they deserve’ playdate with little lunchbox, some ellie and youngblood.

“Hey kiddo? I’ll be back in a bit just need to bug the big bad bat about legal stuff for your address and league stipend, okay?”

Danny hummed in response, absorbed in… doomed(?) he thinks, and his own text tag.

Patrick slipped out easily enough, and further messaged Jazz asking when she wanted to help Danny move in while they finalized the story and such.

He ran into the better bird for the job, even if he didnt know it quite yet.

“Heya Red,” patrick stretche dhis head over to meet him. “any idea where big bat is?”

Red Robin frowned. “Off world, why?”

“Damnit, uh, just wanted to pick Bat’s brain on the legal side of things and pros and cons of wardship or adopting since its all new.”

Red stopped and turned to Plastic man. “Elaborate.”

“After Phantom’s slade stops arguing about visitation rights—he’s on the hook for child support.”

Red Robin blinked owlishly. “He’s what?”

“Infinite Realms has a big cultural thing about ghost kids. Like, massive affinity for communal raising and there are a lot of legal things applicable everywhere in the realms if you go after kids or mistreat them.”

“That explains nothing.”

“Phantom is legally a child by the Infinite’s laws, but he’s mortal so earth communities have primary custody. His slade violated known Infinite realms rules and regulations and now he’s on the hook for child support for a lot, and i mean a lot, of kids. Phantom is one, and i’m making this guy handle legal fees for the paperwork as part of his.”

“… are, are you adopting Phantom?”

“If he or his siblings want, the offer is open. First making sure we get basic legal custody and—“

“One moment. Agent A? Can you send me the Guy’s info? Need it for a friend—yeah Danny finally put together reanimated sandwiches is not a good sign. Thanks!”

Patrick tried not to startle as the new contact appeared in his phone.

“Do you guys just like to spook a guy?”

“You are going to be living with a spook.”

Patrick grinned at that. “Yeah. I am, huh?”

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The Justice League had been a pain in Dannys side the last few weeks. They insisted that Danny needed a mentor, someone who could help him right in his ever growing list of abilities and whatnot. Danny snuck into one of the JL meetings in the watchtower to find out the real reason and discovered they saw him as a massive powerhouse that needed to be brought into thier side so his power "doesn't fall into the wrong hands". Ick.

Phantom was also pretty sure this had something to do with the bat be it contingency plans or adoption papers that guy is never too far from the top of Dannys list of "people I want to punt into the abyss for the weekend"

Its not that Danny doesn't want the help, he just knows how the League would eventually view him. He is of Lazarus. He is part monster. He has been ever since he died. Danny no longer thinks like a human does, he's "too violent" "obsessive" and "impulsive" by League standards.

Unfortunately, Danny is wired like that. His people are a part of the Infinite Realms immune system and play a key role in its overall ecosystem. There are legitimate biological reasons hes like this, ones that keep him from fading. The League doesn't seem to understand and he can't explain it in further detail without revealing his own weakness and the weaknesses of others like him.

So he just keeps refusing thier help...until he finds someone who the League also don't "agree" with which was strange since he was on thier team.

Plasticman was an ex criminal who has temptations towards money and has a hard time resisting. The stretchy guy also could turn his body into any shape and stretch any length he wanted and had no regard for the human form. Danny was in awe but the moment he heard the guy make a funny joke he made a decision.

If he had to choose a mentor from the JL roster than he picked this guy.

He announced his decision at the next JL meeting sending the place into an uproar.

Alternatively: Danny gives no warning and Plastic man just gets surprised when this glowy kid and his green puppy appear in front of him smiling happily and introduced himself as his new sidekick.

[cloudy-zephyr]

Aizawa + age regressor! Reader headcanons (gender neutral as always!!)

So…. I’m nervous posting this one. It could either be very well received or I could be horribly harassed, so I’ll educate you guys some.

What is age regression? Age regression (agere) is when someone, due to trauma, reverts to a mental state and age of a child; usually the age before the childhood trauma was experienced. It is completely SFW and in no way will I tolerate any sexual/ rude comments. You can be mean under any other post of mine, but I will not tolerate any form of hate under this post. My page is a safe space for everyone, I intend to keep it that way and will not hesitate to block anyone I see necessary.

You are more than welcome to leave and not read, but if you want to read then welcome!!

Cw: mentions of abuse/trauma, usage of “daddy, dada” in non sexual context, very brief mention of kink ( literally just the work kink like twice), feelings of shame/embarrassment for regressing

- telling shota you regress isn’t something you planned on doing, why would you? It’s embarrassing that you need to act like a toddler to be able to cope with the stress in your life.

- he finds out when he comes home and you’re deep in headspace, he scares you because you know he shouldn’t see you like this and you burst into tears

- he is immediately worried, trying to get answers from you. The thing is, after working with kids and being a pro hero for so many years he knows what he sees when he looks in your eyes, he isn’t angry or disgusted at all.

“Oh… my poor baby got spooked, huh? I’m sorry, little one.”

- you’re confused, expecting him to hurt you like you’re used to, but his soothing voice and calm demeanor has you calming down from your hysterics. All you can do is hold your stuffie and nod.

- after that day, you’re much more open with him. Even giving him names when you’re regressed, that’s how he knows you truly trust him.

“Dada, can you help me pwease?”

“Of course he can, kiddo. What do you need?”

- he takes every new discovery of your headspace in stride, the hour long breakdowns and the very happy days

“Shh,, I’m here angel. Daddy’s got you.”

“Oh look at you! I’m so happy my baby is happy.”

- if you want gear, he gets you gear!!

“You keep looking at that sippy cup/bottle/pacifier, love. If you want it put it in the cart.”

“No, I don’t need it.”

(He sneaks it in the cart, anyways)

- he works with you that it’s okay and normal to regress, and helps you into your headspace

“It’s weird, and you’re gonna judge me and think I’m gross.”

“It’s not weird, I would never think you’re gross for the way you need to cope.”

- he takes you being nonverbal in stride too

*incoherent baby babbles*

“Oh, yeah?? Then what happened? No way. Tell me more, little one”

- in public and start to slip? No worries, he knows how to help you and keep it discreet per your request

“Hmm, how about we go get ice cream. Sound good? Knew it would, hold my hand when crossing the street angel.”

- if you wake up from a nightmare and immediately regress, he’s there to hold and comfort you

“Hey hey,, shhh. It’s okay, they can’t hurt you anymore. Dadas here now, okay? How’s a bottle of warm milk sound, baby”

- hate online is a huge thing regressors face, so what would he do if you’re scrolling through the agere tag and see someone calling a regressor and their caregiver gross and playing into kink??

“Turn that off, no more screen time okay? No no, don’t listen to them. You know what you need, not them. No, love. You aren’t gross or weird. I love you to the moon and back.”

- all in all, he’d be very loving and supportive!!! He would definitely go through a learning curve of what you specifically need, but he’d be such a good caregiver I just know it!!

Remember, if you regress you are soooo valid and loved!! It’s not gross or a kink, and I’m happy you found a healthy way to cope :)

Let me know if you want more of this kinda stuff?? And I am taking requests!! If my asks aren't working (they should be on!!) then just shoot me a dm or comment :)

[seriouslyseresin]

BESTIEEEE HIIII <333

i hope you’re doing well and you are absolutely THRIVING in your work right now!! i’m sure you are, but just wanted to wish you good vibes!! 🥹🫶🏼💖

just sitting here and thinking about crawling into jake’s lap when you can’t tell him what’s wrong. “kiddo?” you groan and bury your face into the side of his chest. “what’s up? talk to me kid.” you whine out louder this time and just paw at his shirt. jake can kinda always tell when you just can’t communicate with him and he’s happy to let it go for the time being while putting on your fave trash tv show until you come around.

feeling safe and vulnerable in his arms makes you reach your breaking point however. you let your guard down and he can feel the wavering of your back as you start to sniffle and tears are running over your cheeks. he’s pulling you into his chest, tighter this time, holding you and wrapping you up in his big arms. he’s shushing you soothingly, “it’s alright kiddo. i’ve got you. let it out baby.”

i’m so sorry for the positive vibes at the beginning and then taking a massive turn 🥴 but!!! ilysm and i hope you’re having a wonderful day!! mwah!! 💐💞

bestie bestie bestieeeee idk if you understand but with the day i’ve had i would give ANYTHING to be able to just crawl into jake’s lap like that 🥺

also can we talk about when like the roles are reversed though?

jake has been moping about ever since getting home from work and you know to let him come to you when he is ready so you’ve given him his space. you are sitting up against your bed watching something on tv to unwind before bed.

“hi baby” you say as jake comes into the room grabbing his sweats to change into for bed and he tries his best to offer you a smile but he can’t quite muster it.

“sorry, kiddo.” he murmurs as his face falls even more, guilt now present in his features now that he realizes you’ve picked up on his moodiness.

you shake your head at him and reposition yourself before folding back the covers and opening your arms, “c’mere, my love, let me hold you.”

he is there in an instant, some of his stressors melting away just hearing you speak so sweetly to him. jake settles basically on top of you, his head nuzzled into your neck, arms at your waist, and his legs intertwined with yours. one of your hands begins carding through his hair, the other tracing mindless shapes onto his back, and as soon as you start, you feel him take a deep breath in and let out a huge sigh.

“i love you so much, jake, but sometimes you worry me you know? you don’t need to go through and handle everything on your own. i want to be here for you however you need because you always are for me, okay, baby?” you say as you press two kisses to his forehead before you lean back to look at him.

jake lifts his head and looks at you, smiling softly, this time it reaches his tired eyes, “what did i do to deserve you, kid?” he lifts a hand from your side and traces your cheek with it, you lean into his touch and press a kiss to his wrist.

“i don’t know but i’m glad you did it.”