#and then i never want to go to sleep because i don't feel like I've earned it

[warmilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 2

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"why can't my parent just claim me? My human parent doesn't like me, and now you're telling me there's a chance my godly parent might not even care about me at all?" You huff kicking a rock while walking to the dining pavilion

Annabeth's eyes fill with sympathy "You never know, maybe they're just busy"

"busy my ass... I've heard that excuse so many times before" you sit down at the Hermes table, where all the unwanted children sit

"So (Name), are you going to be a year round student or just for the summer, because we're gonna need Mr.D to sign you in" Travis Stoll one of the head counselors says to you

You think about it for a while, you saw how other children treated each other like family, how there was a director who loves the children as his own, you could find your place here, it doesn't matter if you have parents, you could find your family, just as everyone else in this camp did

"I-" then you stop, you mind going back to the Manor, how you left the hallways burning, and now you're missing, are they worried? Do they want to find you? What if they think you set the house on fire? Would you even have a home to return to?

It's not like you were as loved as Jason who could just die and come back

This set your decision, you are never going back to that cold mansion, you are never going to sleep in a silent room, here, you could build a life for yourself

"I'd like to stay year round" you say

"well that settles it, I'll explain the rules to you later 'kay?" He says

The infamous Mr.D seemingly groaned, you're pretty sure you heard him mumbling "another fucking kid"

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Two days have passed, you feel like the happiest kid on earth

Annabeth is doing this thing where she's trying to help you find your godly parent, you couldn't care less(or could you?), but listen-

Yesterday you just shot 25 consecutive bullseyes and you've never felt so amazing, everyone was clapping their hands and we're praising you, and everyone was saying you were a natural at farming, sword fighting was one you enjoyed, you know a thing or two about combat so you gained respect from the other campers

But even after all those achievements, no one came to claim you

Now you're trying blacksmithing, you loved all the things you did but... The weapons were kinda ugly, every sword in the weaponry looked the same, only special kids get customized swords, so you were kinda hoping to make your own custom weapons and stuff, I mean no parent is gonna give it to you

"Hello!" You smile at the busy forgers, they acknowledge and some nod and some smile back

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Tim looks at CCTV cameras, his eyes wide and in disbelief

A random woman, who somehow broke into the Manor, with a flamethrower, burned a hallway down

He saw this kid, well his little sibling, but I don't think it's appropriate to call you that, you ran crying for help- well you weren't crying for help exactly but you were screaming, you were seen running for your life away from this madwoman

whom he'll safely assume is one of his father's ex lovers or some villain that decided to get back at him

The problem was you.

No sign of you at all

Batman had everyone patrolling, Bruce Wayne reported you missing, a prize reward given to the one who'll find you dead or alive (alive hopefully)

There was this image he couldn't get out of his mind

In the middle of trying to salvage what could be saved in that fire... He spotted a family picture, a picture where everyone was still visible- and only your face had been burned off

He tried to help with the search, thinking about where you could go, what you could do, but he couldn't

He didn't know how you acted or how you'd decide

He knew nothing about you, and so did the others, it was like you were already dead before it was even confirmed

Damian walked in the room "you're still here? Dad already got the JL to help with search, quit trying to show them up"

"I just don't get it, she ran to the garden, but she wasn't there- could there be other villains waiting in the garden and took her? I don't know-"

The demon spawn scoffed "Anyways dad wants you to send the CCTV footage to JL, they said they'll analyze it or something"

Tim was doubtful, it's not like anyone there could spot what he couldn't, he was very observant (of everyone but (name) apparently)

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Sorry it took a long time for me to update 😞, it was pt week and I had a lot of projects

But I wonder who could possibly be (name)'s godly parent?and who could spot what Tim couldn't?

@bat1212 @jisnothere @erikasurfer @nathaly36

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 3: Piss kink

A/n: PLEASE I've had this idea in my head for SO LONG AND I NEEDED TO WRITE IT SOMEWHERE AND KINKTOBER WAS JUST PERFECT I'M NORMAL I SWEAR

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, Slash pees in reader, riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You hovered over his lap as he slept, he slept naked and all you ever wore were thin shorts that you pushed aside, lining his hard cock up with your needy hole.

Slash knew you couldn't help it, sometimes you just got needy when he was still sleeping. You didn't want to wake him up but he didn't mind you helping yourself to him when he while he was still sleeping in the morning.

You knew as soon as you started bouncing on him he'd wake up but you didn't care, you had the best dream and needed him so, so bad.

Slash had come back from tour not long ago and you were still not ready to calm down, so you sank onto his length, moaning at the familiar stretch. Your hands rested on his chest, holding yourself up as you began rolling your hips, grinding down on him.

Slash was so pretty when he slept, lips parted slightly with the softest of breaths leaving him, nose scrunching occasionally, hair falling around him like a dark halo, his arm stretched out to where you had slept soundly beside him.

You saw him beginning to stir as you moved faster, fucking yourself on him and not bothering to hide your moans. You knew he got pissy when someone woke him up, even if it was you riding him.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering open and taking a second to find you on top of him. His hands eventually found your hips, loosely holding them but not guiding you as he usually would, he just didn't have the energy to.

He just let you do the work, smiling up at you occasionally, groans getting higher and whinier when he got closer, his brain wasn't working well enough yet to come up with full sentences.

His hand fell from your hip, his thumb going to rub your clit. If you hadn't been close before you definitely were now, your own moans and whines bouncing off the walls, mixing with his like a sweet song no one else would hear.

The way his tip hit that spongey spot deep in you had you seeing stars, feeling his veins dragging against your gummy walls, his thumb rubbing you in those gentle circles. The same hands that had choked you out and tugged your hair because you weren't taking all of him, they could be so gentle with you.

He never wanted to hurt you, he always made you feel special and loved, mornings like this always left you all tingly and warm.

He saw your eyes rolling back as you came and he helped guide you down onto him, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck while he thrust his hips up into you, still chasing his own high.

You felt him spilling into you, deep and raspy groans falling onto your ears as his arms tightened around your waist, holding you tight to him.

You felt his soft lips on your cheek, kissing to your ear and nipping at your earlobe. He chuckled and kissed your cheek again.

"What, what're you giggling about?" You asked, smiling up at him.

"Nothing, nothing." He said, shaking his head. "Just... I gotta piss." Now it was your turn to shake your head.

You moved to roll off of him but he held you in place. "Don't you wanna go?" You asked.

Slash bit his lip, pretending to think for a moment before shaking his head once more. "Nah, I got a perfectly good place right here." He said, giving your ass a swift smack, causing you to gasp.

He laughed at your expression and pulled you closer to him, kissing the top of your head, another warm liquid filling you.

"You're a disgusting pig, you know that?" You said, relaxing into him. He was gross, at least he knew it and didn't try to deny it, not that he could right now, his eyes closed and a soft hum leaving him.

"M'almost done, relax."

"I think you're relaxing enough for both of us."

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 4: Clothed Sex

Christmas Wish

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex, guns

Word count: ~1.2k

By the winter of 1970, you'd been with Elvis for nearly a year. He had a wife and child, but those weren't your problems; they were his.

You'd always been a bit wild and even a little careless, so it didn't bother you at all that he was married. When he was in your bed, he was yours and you were his and that's all that seemed to matter.

About six months into the relationship, if you could call it that, he started taking you places with him and calling you his girl. One of his favorite things was to take you somewhere and buy you something. You were a sucker for presents and he knew it. He loved to watch the way you would squeal and hop up and down and clap when he bought you something you wanted. Maybe it was childish, but it gave him a great amount of joy. He loved your wildness. It went well with his and you had a lot of fun acting like teenagers together.

That's how you found yourself here, at Kerr's Sporting Goods in Beverly Hills, one late afternoon in December. You'd been laying in bed together about an hour before, having just woken up since you kept a sleep schedule similar to his, talking about what he should buy you for Christmas.

"You want jewelry, baby?"

"Nah, I've got a lot of that. I want something different."

"Like what?" You look at him and pout.

"It's not special if I have to tell you." He smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Okay, okay. Let me think." You hum the Jeopardy theme song and he tickles you to make you stop. Then, his eyes light up. "I got it. Get dressed baby."

Now you're here in your favorite minidress, surprised to find yourself in a sporting goods store. You look around, not sure what he could possibly want to buy you here. He holds your hand and leads you to a glass counter in the back and that's when you figure it out. He gestures proudly to the handguns and says loudly.

"Pick whatever you want, baby!" You walk cautiously to the counter and look into the display case.

"E, I don't know anything about guns." He purses his lips, a little disappointed by your lack of enthusiasm.

"Well, honey, you know I'll teach you. I just thought you might like this since it's something different. Here. I'll get three out that would be good and you pick which one you want." You nod, still not sure about this. He talks to the man behind the counter and has him pull out two revolvers and a pistol. You're immediately drawn to the pistol. It's prettier than the other two and has pearl grips.

"This one."

"There's my girl." He smiles, makes sure it's unloaded, and hands it to you. Then, he comes up behind you and arranges you to be in the right stance. His hands on your body have you shivering and when he whispers in your ear, you are immediately wet.

"Wouldn't you like to shoot this, baby? Feel that power?" He presses himself up against you and you feel his growing erection. It's turning him on just to see you hold the damn thing.

"Mhmmm." You moan softly and he puts his hands on your hips and squeezes. The tension between the two of you grows and it becomes apparent that something has to happen, and fast. He nibbles your earlobe and whispers again.

"Should we go to the car?" You inhale sharply and turn in his arms to set the gun on the counter and talk to the man behind it. He stays pressed up against you, half because he's dying to feel you and half because he's using your body to hide his hard-on.

"Do you have a ladies room?"

"There's a bathroom back that way." He gestures to the wall behind you.

"Thank you, sir." Elvis pushes you towards the bathroom and you tumble giggling towards it together. This is another part of your wildness that Elvis loves. He can fuck you pretty much any time, any place. You never say no. In fact, half the time it's your idea.

You make it back to the bathroom and barely get it closed and locked before your mouths are pressed together, tongues tangling in a passionate kiss. He sets you on the counter next to the sink and goes to take your panties off only to discover you aren't wearing any.

"Baby!"

"What? I came prepared." He gives you a mischievous smile. He loves it when you do this.

"God, how did I get so lucky?" You don't have time to answer him though because he drops to his knees and pushes his tongue into your slit. You grab the back of his hair and lean back on the counter, giving him access to fuck you with his tongue. He brings you just to the edge of an orgasm, licking a slow circle on your clit and then stands up, wiping his face with his hand. Your hands go to the zipper of his pants and you open them just enough to pull his rock hard dick out. He teases you with his tip a bit while he strokes his foreskin back and forth.

"Quit teasin' me!" You whine. He kisses your lips and then whispers in your ear.

"You want this cock, baby?"

"Yes!!" You hiss impatiently.

"Well, okay then, ya brat." He grabs your hips and plunges himself deep inside you in one motion. You both moan loudly and push your foreheads together. "So good, baby. I love you."

"I love you too." You whisper and he slides out and fills you again, picking up a steady pace with his hips.

He's busy slamming into you, both of you panting and moaning when there's a knock on the door.

"Uhh, EP, you in there? They're shuttin' the store down soon."

"Okay. We'll be right out." He hollers at the door without slowing or stopping his motions. You both know you have to make this quick, so he licks his thumb and uses it to make circles on your clit as he fucks you. It doesn't take long for that to push you over the edge into an orgasm, the wave crashing over you and pulsing inside you in time with your heartbeat. He feels you throb around him and it's enough to send him over the edge too. He grunts and slams into you one last time whispering in your ear.

"Yeah, baby." He fills you with his release and then rests his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, trying to steady his breathing.

"You said you love me." You tease in a sing-song voice. He looks up at you and smiles.

"Yeah, and you said it back." You kiss the end of his nose.

"Because I do love you, Elvis." He pulls out of you and zips his pants, positively buzzing with energy.

"This is the best day. Honey, you pick as many guns as you want. Come on." The two of you walk out of the bathroom and he starts excitedly offering to buy things for everyone in the store. He yells at his guys to pick what they want and even tells the store manager to pick something. In his reckless joy, he ends up spending close to $18,000, but the two of you don't care. He loves you, and that's really all you wanted for Christmas in the first place.

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@ccab @atleastpleasetelephone @deltafalax @msamarican @angschrof @lustnhim @jhoneybees @polksaladava @searchingforgravity @librababe99 @hooked-on-elvis @theelvisprincess @peaceloveelvis @your-nanas-house @makethemorning

Anyone else want a Kinktober tag everyday?

[tsuyoiqueen]

Peaceful Property EP 6 Analysis: Why Didn't Peach Take The Money

Alright, I've seen a lot of criticism towards Peach's decision not to take the money offered by Home's family lawyer to buy his silence and do damage control after the footage of the accident got leaked. Now, I'm all about bashing GMMTV for their mistreatment of TayNew and other actors under their label, as well as for their lazy storylines and plot holes on the final episodes of their shows, but for once I don't think you guys are seeing the whole picture. Yes, GMMTV is notoriously bad at depicting poor characters, but Peach's decision is not out of pocket. It's actually very characteristic of him and the progression of his friendship with Home.

Hear me out: First, in the beginning of the series, we see Peach and Home fight about money many times – From Home accusing Peach of trying to sabotage his Real State business by faking a paranormal event in Best's house for the sake of going viral to Home later on trying to hire Peach to exorcise said properties even though they'd just met.

Peach sees Home as a spoiled, privileged rich kid who was raised to believe money could buy anything. This conflict is explicitly shown on Episode 2, during Rak's exorcism when Home repeatedly attempts to buy his way out of a bad situation and Peach confronts him about it. First, when Home makes fun of Peach's attempt at making Rak a sandwich based on the manager's instructions and questions his abilities, then buys a feast for the ghost after Peach quits the job, arguing that she must've refused to pass on because the food wasn't to her liking. The second time it happened it's a more pronounced attempt, with Home slapping a pile of cash on the table during the commotion and Peach becoming outraged at it.

But this conflict is brought to light again, on Episode 3, when Peach and PangPang sign the ghost-hunting contract and Kan tells them they've essentially sold their souls to Home in exchange for a paycheck, as they need to heed all of his orders from now, which Home takes full advantage of right away. Now, PangPang is fine with the deal – as she's been since the start. She was the one who got Peach to agree to the exorcisms in the first place and it was her idea to go to Home and ask if he could lend them one of his properties. As long as there's something good coming out of it, she doesn't mind. Peach, however, is reluctant to agree to Home's unreasonable requests but eventually caves in and swallows his pride.

Yet, on Episode 5, we see him once again stand his ground. It doesn't matter that Home will cut his paycheck, he refuses to go back into the restaurant where his former mentor passed away (seemingly by his fault). Home has to push him to the brink, remind Peach of his current living situation – He has no place to stay in, he's sleeping under Home's roof – and consequently hurt him to convince him.

But by the end of Episode 5, Peach knows Home never cared about the money or intended to demolish the restaurant to build a 50 million baht condo out of it. Home confesses to Peach that he only acted the way he did because he knew Peach wouldn't have come otherwise and he really wanted to help Peach overcome his fear. So when Episode 6 rolls around, money is no longer a point of conflict in their friendship, right? Wrong.

Money (as well as influence) is the reason why Home is able to make Peach's dream come true in a heartbeat, after barely a day of knowing about it. He does it in grand style, in a palace, with cameras broadcasting it live and even getting Peach a do-over with Chai-Un as a bonus. But Peach doesn't feel like he owes Home, like he has to bend to his will, anymore because he knows where they stand now: they're family and family looks out for each other. Peach knows Home went through all this effort to make him happy and he rewards Home with his full trust. First, by leaving him on charge of the trickiest part of the dish that could ruin his career all over again. And second, by showing his gratitude and considering Home part of his and PangPang's family (They're the parents and Pang's the baby, as said by her).

So, he asks about Home's dream and when he realizes it's something that he can give him, Peach doesn't hesitate to do so. Home, who's grown up in a mansion, never had to fry an egg or find a job to survive, simply craves the love and comfort of a family and Peach welcomes him wholly.

So, then I ask you, why would Peach refuse the money Home's family lawyer offered him and give back what he got from the exorcisms? Well, the moment Peach found out (or rather assumed) that Home had been lying to him all this time, their friendship left a sour taste in his mouth. What Peach was led to believe Home had done out of care had turned out to be just an attempt at relieving himself of the guilt of the hit-and-run situation. Peach could be thinking Home sought him out on purpose with ulterior motives from the start, that it was all a game to him.

That only escalates once Home's family lawyer, and not Home himself, walks in with yet another contract for him to sign and an order of eviction. That is what puts up a wall between Home and Peach again and reminds Peach of their class disparities: he is poor and Home is rich. Three years ago, Home hit him with his yellow sports car while Peach was on his way home from work. Home's family took care of everything, bribed the police and buried the evidence while Peach was left with pain, guilt and trauma. Home was sent abroad to lay low while Peach lost his mentor (and mother figure), his job and his self-confidence. They couldn't be more worlds apart than they are.

One of Peach's fatal flaws is his pride. He doesn't care if he's going to have to go back to the "rat hole" he came from. He doesn't care if he's losing the chance of living a comfortable life. Peach went his whole life without generational wealth, he can continue to do so now.

So of course, not only doesn't he take the money but he goes even further and intends to give back all that he got from Home's family. Peach wants to be far way from Home and that includes his money. He doesn't care about being reasonable right now, he's just protecting himself.

[fabbyf1]

Regarding that consent reblog: I appreciate the way you handle consent, education and kink in your fics so much! I love kink in fics, I love fics that are deep dead dove territory, but nothing makes me nope out more quickly than a story that has dubious consent or rape, but doesn't address it narratively or even downplays it. I read a published erotica novel recently that a friend recommended and I was close to tears by how upsetting I found the way it dealt with consent. I have no issue with reading rape, and do read it occasionally, but I find it fucked up when non-consensual situations are downplayed to something just slightly toxic, but acceptable. After that, I had even more appreciation for how you write. Specifically the warming verse made me re-evaluate how I would approach certain kink conversations with a partner. So, thank you!

tl;dr kate's rambling again but this time about consent

😭😭😭 thank you for writing all this out, bestie. this was very well said and i'm so glad that you enjoy the way i handle consent/kink in my fics!

i know not everybody likes talking about it, and clearly some people don't want it in fics at all (though i don't think they're readers of mine. i've received a lot of weird anon hate and "constructive criticism" over the years and never once has it been like "ew you write too much consent" lmfao) but it's always nice to know that people are enjoying the way i write it.

believe it or not, i never set out to be a smut writer 😂 if you go back to the very beginning of my ao3 history, i reallllllly struggled with smut at first. my first dabble into smut was in my 1D fic (which has little to no smut) and it took me ACTUAL MONTHS to write one scene. it just wasn't something i ever saw myself doing. but even though this is fanfiction and not all that serious, i still feel responsible to make it as realistic as possible.

mostly because that's what i like to read, but partly because... i think it's important people read it.

it's easy to get sort of... lost in ao3 kink/smut/dead dove stuff when you're consuming SO much of it (or too much of it) which sort of goes in line with what you were saying about non-consensual situations being downplayed to something just slightly toxic.

i feel (personally. this is different for everyone, but i'm sure some people can relate) you can easily get into a bad place where the lines of reality start to blur and you can almost... forget? that there's a difference between fanfic smut and real life sexual encounters. and i never want any of my readers to forget that they should ALWAYS advocate for their safety, for their consent, and for any other thing my characters talk about.

i never want any of my readers to go out looking for a kinky relationship (especially if they only realized they might be into that from reading my fics) and forget to protect themselves. because their safety is more important to me than views. it is more important to me than pleasing random anons who are just looking to get off and not reading the full story. and it is definitely more important to me than ao3 kudos.

i'm 33 years old, and i've found myself in too many situations in my life where i haven't always felt heard or safe in my surroundings. and if i can gentle-parent my readers into always remembering that consent is sexy and that their safety is valid and important and not worth leaving out of a silly fanfiction, than i can sleep soundly at night.

thank you.

[deoidesign]

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[coquelicoq]

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[running-in-the-dark]

my niece is staying with us for the whole weekend for the first time. until now it's always been one night only, not two.

it's the second night now and I have already decided this is not happening again anytime soon. I'm so fucking exhausted. it'd be less exhausting if it was my nephew, I think - he's older and also doesn't need as much help (even when he was her age).

I love my niece but she just asks so many questions. like when we're watching a show or a movie, even if it's one she has seen before (even multiple times), she doesn't understand what's going on and constantly asks me to explain everything. I don't mind it, really, but it does take a lot of energy. plus tonight it took over two hours for her to fall asleep because she was scared by the noises of the house and the nearby road. I get it, but damn I'm so fucking tired, I just want to sleep 😭

[icouldbeyourprettygirl]

Sometimes I feel so left behind? My friends are in relationships or starting to date, and here I am, in love with a married man old enough to be my father. They're experiencing all kinds of firsts, and I've never even held hands with a guy.

[blujayonthewing]

so in juniper's campaign we've just found ourselves in a high-stakes situation that I as a player do frankly find stressful and am anxious about, but hey hi also the DM was like 'okay here are the exact mechanics of how this is going to work because I don't want to surprise you with serious repercussions, also here are all the options you will have to try to do something about the situation-- [affected player] what do you think? honest feedback, I don't want it to feel unfair, I want to be clear that I am not just trying to kill your character, and if it ends up being badly balanced we can revisit it down the road' and oh my god I could COLLAPSE and WEEP with gratitude

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[feluka]

i'm going to be embarrassingly open about something very personal right now: as stupid as this sounds, the finale of GOS2 has entirely reverted me to the moment in my life when i was a bright-eyed lovestruck teenager who put *all* my plans and hopes and dreams for a better future for myself into one relationship, and then got horrifically dumped in a way that made me feel entirely worthless as a person for a long, long time

[themagical1sa]

"i like you and i blame you for making me feel this way" he said

i still think about it

[origami-butterfly]

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[bibiana112]

And for bad oversharing medical news the arrhythmia from december never went away but I thought maybe the throat infection was still there right so that could be a reason but then I went to a specialist and not only is it practically cured (just lingering a bit) but my lungs sound fine as well! which means! the shortness of breath is probably something wrong with the oxygen in the bloodstream and the slight chest tightness is also extremely worrying I could only make an appointment to get it checked next friday and that sounds like way too long