#and they were an adult. and acting like I was being immature. when I hadn’t matured

[itsnotrealiwontlook]

No one talks about abusive relationships where the abuser isn’t completely evil. It’s always about abusers who don’t or can’t love their victims, abusers who are horrible and just want to control their victims, abusers who deserve no empathy

What happens when they love you? When your pain hurts them so bad you hide it? When you know that what they’re doing is horrible, but saying so would break them?

When they called me crying over wanting to kill themself, it wasn’t to manipulate me, it was because they needed to vent. But I was 14, and I know it shouldn’t have happened.

I comfort them, they think of me. I can’t be myself around them for fear of retribution. They insist on hanging up my drawings.

It isn’t healthy in the least, what’s between us, but they don’t mean to abuse me. I know they don’t. So how do I leave knowing that none of it was malicious? How do I hurt them more than they’ve been hurt when they thought I was on their side?

They don’t know anything about me. God, but they love me.

[moutainrusing]

Hi,

🍬treat: Euphemia and Fleamont finding out about Jilly

Please

For many reasons, James did not want to tell his parents about Lily. He was going to list them all now, just for the sake of it.

Firstly, this relationship with Lily was new, and it felt like a precious jewel was lodged in his throat whenever he called it a relationship, because would it last, or would he have to let it go, cough it up, lose the jewel and pretend he’d never had it in the first place? Because it was something small, delicate, and if he made it something big, then would Lily slip between his fingers? Would she get fed up with James’s tendency to blow everything out of proportion?

Secondly, he’d never actually told his parents about his life-long love for Lily… James had vociferously declared his dedication at school, but with his parents… it just never came up? Or James never brought it up. They’d probably think he was too young. His parents had met in their thirties, the acceptable age, in their opinion, for finding romance, if one wanted it. Before that, it was about focusing on goals, to achieve one’s dreams, to get a job and love it. They encouraged James to chase his aspirations, find something he was passionate about and work for it. What was important wasn’t romance, but forging strong friendships and discovering a world of personal creation. Of course, James agreed. Family, friendship and self-love definitely came before any type of romance, but was it naive of him to want the type of love he had for Lily, too? What if he was too young? That was why he yelled about it in school, daring people to challenge him, wondering if he was being brave or stupid. He was immature about it, wasn’t he? What if he wasn’t sincere?

That was the third reason. James didn’t know how to tell people, honestly, that what he felt was true. He covered it up with a mask of bravado, arrogant claims and swaggering strides, but he wanted to be able to say it without all of that, to bear his heart and tell it fully: I’m in love with Lily Evans. Without all the extra theatrics, without making it showy in an attempt to be off-handedly careless about it, it was the truth, and why couldn’t he say it like that?

Fourth reason, James and Lily hadn’t even said ‘I love you.’ James was pretty certain that Lily thought the previous times that James had announced his love, before they were dating or had even been friends, were attention-seeking, exaggerated lies. Really, James didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’ without it coming off as false. So, Lily probably didn’t think he loved her just yet, and she definitely did not love him.

Fifth, they were taking things slow, and James needed to tone it down, tamp down on his excitement about it, because it wouldn’t be right for him to gush, and every time James spoke, he gushed. Therefore, he would have to keep his mouth shut, and he couldn’t tell his parents.

James reminded himself of this list as he counted down the minutes for his friends to arrive at his house for the end-of-year summer party, recounting their time at Hogwarts in the orange sunset of his family’s garden, the last moments of them acting like they were still kids in their seventh year, messing around before they had to be adults. Lily would be coming, and they would act like friends, even though they were dating, and James was bursting about it. They’d agreed to keep their relationship on the low, and James vowed to follow through with that.

“Prongs!” Sirius barrelled into his room. “How do I look?” They gave James a spin, rambling, “I went with Pa down to the forest to collect ingredients, but then a bunch of Bubotubers squirted pus all over us! And when we came back, there were only ten minutes to get ready for the party! So,” Sirius leaned dangerously close to James’s face and solemnly looked him in the eye. “Do I stink?”

James sniffed dramatically, excessively wrinkling his nostrils and heaving his chest. For a very long moment, he deliberated, and with a sigh, he morosely admitted, “Yes.”

Sirius whacked his head, and proceeded to tackle him, pushing him off the bed and to the floor, “Potter, don’t lie to me, I cannot smell like a Bubotuber, and this isn’t even vanity, this is basic hygiene!” they threatened, wrestling with James’s limbs.

Countering Sirius’s attacks, James laughed, “Fine, fine, you don’t stink!” And to benevolently prove it, James wrapped an elbow around Sirius’s head and pulled them to his chest, inhaling their hair loudly and sighing contentedly, “Ah, bliss.”

“Gerroff,” Sirius mumbled indignantly, though they made no attempt to move.

“You get off,” James retorted.

“No, you—”

“Sirius! James!” Euphemia called.

“Your friends are here!” Fleamont followed up giddily. “I’m gonna say hi!”

“Wait, Pa—” James leaped off the ground and hurtled down the stairs, Sirius rushing down right beside him.

“I want to let them in!” James and Sirius cried simultaneously, turning to grin at each other.

“I will,” Sirius tilted their head smugly.

“No, me—”

“Remus! Peter!” Fleamont beamed, opening the door and wrapping them in a hug without warning, and Peter was so short that he was completely engulfed by Fleamont’s chest, while Remus’s head awkwardly jutted out above Fleamont’s shoulder, his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he looked at James and Sirius with an expression of absolute shock and confusion.

Euphemia snorted, patted Remus’s gawkily protruding head, smiled, “It’s a pleasure to see you both,” and again, gave no warning as she joined the embrace. Following suit with their family, James and Sirius crashed right into the hug as well.

The doorbell rang, and in a flash, Sirius was swinging the door open, “Marlene! Mary! Lily! Dorcas!”

James also skidded to Sirius’s side, smiling goofily at his friends, “Hi!” He looked at Lily, and she looked at him, and James desperately wanted to freeze this moment in time, cling to the second that her eyes met his, bright and intense in the way they pinned him to the spot, holding his gaze in place as if they were channelling physical beams of light into his retinas, sending the heat coursing down his spine, from the top of his head to the tips of his feet, soldering him to the ground. Lily broke away, turning to wave in her adorable way at his parents.

Sighing dreamily, James allowed his feet to give way, for his body to slump into Sirius’s shoulder beside him.

Sirius raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I thought you were keeping it on the low?” they muttered.

“We are,” James sighed again. “We just looked at each other, all people do that.”

“Right,” Sirius snorted. “So you definitely weren’t eye-shagging?” they snarked. Before James could refute that, Sirius shoved James off their shoulder, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the garden, where all their friends and family slouched over sun loungers and patio chairs.

“Bliss,” Sirius collapsed onto the grass, lying with a hand over their eyes as they smiled in the face of the evening sun.

“Glorious,” James added, sinking into the soft grass next to Sirius.

“Toffs,” Lily mumbled under her breath, and James looked up to see her in the deck chair beside his head, the soles of her sandals hovering near his sprawled-out hair.

He beamed at her dopily, tilting his face upside down to stare at her, mouthing, But I’m your toff.

She kicked him lightly with her sandal, and he turned his head to avoid her wrath, bursting into laughter. He didn’t miss her slight blush, and he glimpsed the way she smiled at him fondly. This was probably the best James had ever felt. Definitely the best, actually.

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward, hands steepled beneath his chin in a vaguely conspiratorial sort of way. He looked pointedly between Dorcas and Marlene. “Are you two… lovers?” he asked solemnly.

Marlene blinked from her position in Dorcas’s lap, before a lazy grin took over her face. “Aye, sir,” she saluted. Jabbing a finger at Dorcas, “We’re lovers, you heard him.”

Dorcas made a face, contradictory to the affectionate way they pulled Marlene further into their chest, “Looks like we have to be.”

“Oh!” Euphemia and Fleamont squealed simultaneously, clinging to each other.

“Young love,” Euphemia sighed reminiscently, clutching a hand to her chest.

James raised an eyebrow, “I thought you two married when you were thirty-five.”

Fleamont gasped, also clutching his chest, “Are you implying that we’re old?!”

“Yes,” Sirius shot James a mocking side-eye. “He was.”

“I can’t believe this!” Euphemia cried.

“Sirius, this is why you’re our favourite!” Fleamont waved a hysterical finger at Sirius, and Sirius caught it between their hands, nodding in understanding as they squeezed it compassionately.

James rolled his eyes. “S’okay, I’m Remus’s favourite.”

Remus didn’t look up from his book.

James sighed, “Well, I’ve been replaced by a book.”

“You would be my favourite,” Peter offered sympathetically. “But I’m really loving Monty’s cheese rolls.”

Fleamont perked up and gave Peter a high-five.

“You’d never be my favourite,” Mary stated bluntly. “And Effie’s cakes are always on top.”

“Wiser words were never spoken,” Euphemia pulled Mary into a hearty headlock.

Mary rolled her eyes, but leaned into Euphemia’s arms regardless. She cast a glance at Marlene and Dorcas, before immediately looking away and concluding, “And they’re each other’s favourites.”

That left only one option. James rolled over to face Lily, sitting up on his elbows and batting his eyelashes, “Lily, am I your favourite?”

Lily looked at him consideringly. Eventually, she decided, “Maybe.” Then she smirked, “For certain things, yes.”

James’s lips parted, and a flush seeped beneath his skin. “Oh…”

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward once again, this time eyeing James and Lily. “Are you two…”

In the middle of Fleamont’s dramatic pause for suspense, James checked Lily’s expression. She seemed relaxed, lips curving upwards as they dimpled her cheeks. Okay? she mouthed.

James nodded vigorously.

“…Lovers?” Fleamont finished.

Euphemia whacked her husband upside the head. “No, they’re clearly a pair of unwashed pyjamas,” she snarked.

Fleamont raised his arms in surrender, “My bad.” He looked closely at James and Lily, “So, how long have you two been unwashed for?”

Well, James’s face had already been bright red. By now, it must’ve exploded off his skull due to overheating.

[luvrsux]

“Taking His Anger Out”

word count: 4k

summary: you and ace have had a sweet relationship for years but as soon you’re both adults you’ve been arguing. ace only knows how to apologize in one way

cw: nsfw!! major swearing, arguing, mentions use of alcohol and drugs, fingering, creampie, degrading, minor cock warming

You and the infamous Portgas D. Ace were in a long term, romantic relationship for as long as you could remember. You recall him having a long arm around you when you threw your High School graduation cap in the year of completion. Even before then, the connection shared between you was unbreakable. Everyone figured you two would’ve been a couple sooner or later.

Now, you were a college student halfway in your studies. Life couldn’t have been better for you once you stood on your own two feet—especially in your own apartment you’ve been renting. Ace, though, attended a different school than you due to two different ambitions. Ace was a regular jock in highschool, so it was a no brainer that it overflowed into his college days. Parties, drinking and frequently being intoxicated was fueling Ace all throughout college. Although, from the two separate careers and buildings, you’d still welcome him in your home and vice versa a few times a week. Every night ended in the same fate. You two would share drinks, even roll a few joints to puff and pass time. Eventually, he’d rock your body until your eyes panned nothing but fuzz and the feeling of pure euphoria. The morning after was consistent. Ace would hold you close all night long, and resented the fact you had to get up bright and early for classes that day.

“No… stay with me”

Ace would murmur the words into your ear, it being the immediate cause of your defeat to procrastinate in bed a little longer. Other than drugs and sex, Ace loved napping or sleeping with you more than anything—especially after rocking your brains out silly.

Not everything stays perfect, though. Over the last few days, it was filled with nothing but sinister remarks and heated arguments. It was the end of the semester and stress was the only emotion you could feel and Ace was becoming a nuisance to you from his immature and irresponsible behavior. Granted, you were quite the party goer yourself, but Ace didn’t know when to stop. You hadn’t remembered the last time you two shared a wholesome, loving moment from the vast amounts of arguments. Now, laying on your cold and isolated bed, you rebooted the most recent argument in your head that was debatably the worst one yet.

“(F/N), what’s your problem?” Ace had a bare arm on your kitchen counter with an irritated expression. Your entire attire explained your current state; stressed and exhausted.

“My problem is you decided to burst into my house unannounced, high off your goddamn ass when I’m trying to study” You pinched your temple with a hand on your hip. You heard the jock scoff.

“So now all of sudden I can’t come over? We’ve been doing this for years now, do you not know that?” As you said, Ace wasn’t sober upon arrival. Due to this current argument, though, you managed to completely sober him up.

“That’s not the fucking point! I have literally been texting and calling you all night so you can come over, but when I give up and start focusing on myself you want to be an irresponsible moron!” You snapped back. Ace formed a sarcastic smile and poked his tongue from the inside of his cheek.

“I was at a party, I fucking told you! I can’t just have my eyes glued on my phone because of you, (F/N)! Plus, you act like you aren’t getting high off your own ass, don’t bring that shit!” Ace replied. His demeanor was going to make you explode.

“But you couldn’t check once? Seriously? I was worried, for fucks sake!”

“It’s not my fault you decided to rot in this fucking place all by yourself all the time! You could’ve came with” Ace gestured his arms to point to your home. “Hell, I should’ve dragged your ass if it meant I didn’t have to hear your mouth!”

“Wow,” You crossed your arms. “You are well aware I have finals coming up” You felt your chest tighten. “Actually, you don’t! Considering the fact you spend 90% of your college days partying and blacking out drunk!”

“Oh, sorry that I actually know how to have fun! Sorry I don’t want to be seen as boring” He hissed, referring to you.

“Fuck you, Ace! You’re so self absorbed you forgot who you even were, asshole!” Your voice cracked, signaling your emotions were about to take a toll on your own mental state.

“Fuck me?! I’m trying to understand where the hell this came from when I was trying to see my fucking girlfriend!” Ace pointed a hand at you, meanwhile you were trying to hold back any tears that dared to escape.

“Because I physically can’t fucking stand you, Ace! I can’t!” You saw Ace completely freeze. He felt his heart sting at your troubled words. Before he could consider that you were emotionally exhausted from school and it being the reason you spoke nonsense, he let his pride shield that completely.

“I’ve been trying to handle you and my own assignments at the same time but this is fucking insane! You are so inconsiderate, it’s baffling to me! Not everything revolves around you!” You spoke without thinking. In reality, you didn’t mean a single word that left your mouth but you didn’t know that.

“Consider the feeling mutual, (F/N)” Is all Ace said. You paused, heavily breathing.

“What?”

“I can’t fucking stand you anymore, (F/N)”

After his sinister statement, he grabbed his keys that laid on the marbled counter and approached the front door. Your guilt came flooding in like a tsunami.

“Wait- Baby, c’mon I didn’t mean it-“

“So why the hell did you say it? Hm?” You saw that he had tears in his eyes himself. He truly loved you, and every second with you. Through the good and the most ugly, the firm, fiery grip he had on your heart never loosened.

“Ace, I’m just-… I’m just stressed and you- C’mon babe you know I love you-“

“Cut that bullshit, (F/N)! You’ve made it very clear where your feelings are” His voice cracked, similarly to yours from a few moments ago.

“Just—… Leave me alone”

With that, all you were met with was the clicking sound the front door made when Ace made himself out.

You remember staring at the door in complete guilt and defeat. Surely you thought you single handedly ruined your entire relationship with one fight. The entire incident happened three whole nights ago, but it felt like it was just yesterday. There was no sign that Ace ended things between you, considering he’d keep his shared photos between you two all over social media—which you greatly appreciated. Your eyes were dry of tears after the quarrel, and all you could think about was your cowboy of a boyfriend.

Ace felt shattered by your words, but also his own actions. He only blamed you for the entire duration back to his own place. As soon as he secluded himself in the comfort of his shared apartment, he realized he should’ve been more considerate of your schedule. Ace also realized that he’s been rather a reckless student and a reckless boyfriend. In all honesty, you were the first serious relationship he had. Anything else prior were one night stands or quick week-long flings. The spell you put on him the day he set eyes on you is something he’d never forget, not even after his last breath of air escapes his lungs.

Ace tried substances to make him blur out the ordeal but nothing. He was saddened to see you hadn’t messaged him once, despite him asking him for space. He missed you, more than anything. His roommates, Sabo and Marco, pitifully watched him wallow. Ace thanked them, though, for at least trying to help him feel better with certain things.

You took it upon yourself to finally break the ice. You knew Ace wasn’t going to do it because he either was drowning in his own pride or was terrified you’d resent him for his actions. All you did was slip shorts under your oversized graphic tee and a pair of rundown sneakers.

“(F/N)?” You saw Sabo answer the door. Considering you’ve only spoken to your boyfriends brother a select few amount of times, and also the current situation he most likely knew about, you felt extremely awkward.

“Is Ace home?” Is all you asked. Sabo turned his head to peer to a Marco that looked just as clueless. Marco shot him a dumbfounded shrug for Sabo to turn back to you with a sigh.

“He is, but he’s kind of locked in his room” Sabo informed. The intel made your heart crack, knowing you were the cause of it. Sabo moved aside to let you in without another word.

“His room is down the hall” Sabo pointed as if you were completely foreign to his residence. You didn’t bat an eye to the blonde and strut down to Ace’s cove.

Your knuckle gently knocked on the door. Nothing. You drummed your knuckle on the wooden door again to finally get a response.

“Sabo, Marco… I really don’t care” He muffled through the door. You bit your lip from the sheer amount of nerves coursing your veins. You didn’t hesitate to turn the knob to burst into his room.

“Thats no way to treat your roommates”

You tried to lighten the room, which was barely illuminated. The street lights were the only light source inside. The pungent scent of earthy marijuanna and alcohol punched your nose like a boxer.

“(F/N)…?” Ace said weakly. His voice made you close the door behind for simple privacy. You heard Ace’s body shuffle to stand up and flick on his bedside lamp.

The light shined on Ace’s dead face. His eyes were swollen and framed by dark circles. It seemed as if he’d been in a miserable state for eons. His expression was newborn to you and nothing you were used to. The only thing that stayed were his, what only you described, cute freckles.

“Baby…” You whispered. The sight completely broke your heart more than it already was. You immediately ran to cup his face and sit beside him. You felt his body shake.

“Why are you here? You didn’t text me once” Ace moved your hands away, not knowing if he should be happy or angry at the mere sight of you.

“You said you wanted to be alone…” You replied. Ace averted eye contact and his eyes admitted defeat.

“I was also scared you were angry at me, which you should be” You continued. The jock slowly nodded his head up and down.

“Well, you’re right” He murmured. You felt a lump in your throat.

“Look, we both did unforgivable things, Ace. Let’s be honest…” You knew if you disagreed with him it’ll only create a back and fourth bicker.

“Especially you” He replied, standing his ground. You felt slightly offended by his words.

“Okay well, you were the one being inconsiderate” You reminded. Ace rolled his eyes.

“Don’t fucking start, babe…” He groaned.

“I’m starting now?” What you thought to be a comforting, civil conversation turned into yet another bicker.

“Oh, Jesus christ” He hissed.

You felt a strong hand grip your delicate throat. His sudden movement shocked the core out of you. You yelped and tried to stress your breathing that was slowly being restricted by your angry boyfriends hand.

“You don’t understand how badly I wanted to fucking see you. You take up most, if not all, of my brain but you just can’t seem to stop being an annoying little brat, can you?” Ace crept his face towards your own. The doe eyes you gave him did something lethal to him.

“A-Ace…” You tried to speak, only to receive a stronger grip. You couldn’t lie, you were enjoying your new necklace.

“Shut your pretty mouth, (F/N). You don’t know how badly I missed you, but you refuse to understand” He threw you on your back and hovered over you. His grip lightly loosened but never detached from your neck.

You felt his necklace press against your chest as he lowered his head to the crook of you neck. You felt his hot breathing on the lobe of your ear.

“I guess I’ll just have to show you what the fuck you’ve been doing to me, slut”

His devilish voice zapped your very core. Ace finally parted his hand from your neck and lifted your rugged tee to expose your chest.

“Seriously? No bra? It’s like you wanted me to fuck you after our little reunion” He cupped one of your breasts into his hand, letting the sensitive bud poke in between his fingers. He groped and fondled them with force, pulling on your buds to get a yelp out of you.

“Ace…~” You whimper. He was completely giving you whiplash from his sudden shift but you couldn’t complain. Sure, you’d have amazing sex with Ace frequently but this was a rare sight.

“I missed that pathetic voice, baby” He said with a hoarse tone. He didn’t stop pleasuring your chest and bowed down to crash his lips against your own with passion.

You synced your lips with his familiarly. It became muscle memory at this point. You two would exhale in the middle of the kiss and he’d grunt from his own excitement. Ace parted his lips from yours to leave a trail of sweet, dark lovemarks and bites. He wanted to mark what was rightfully his, and you adored it.

You latched a hand on his head to grip his dark locks. You heard a shaken groan leave his lips while he was in the middle of going to town on your neck and collarbone. You knew he absolutely thrived for your grip on his shaggy hair.

“I’m gonna make you feel like your legs are gonna fall off, baby~” He breathed out. You felt his rough hands grip the sides of your thighs.

“Yes, sir” That name made Ace go crazy. He jerked his body off your upper half and focus on what was important. He yanked off your loose shorts and press his two digits against your entrance. Your slit throbbed at his mere touch. Ace would feel the wetness seeping through your lace.

“Good, the bratty slut is already ready for me” He chuckled. This index and middle trailed up and down your slit teasingly. Ace was ready to tear you apart like he hadn’t stretched you out in ages, but teasing you was a more pleasurable sight.

“Please, Ace…” You murmur submissively. The eyes that were once admiring your laced entrance glistened up at your, what can only be described as pathetic to Ace, face.

“Please what, doll?” He cooed. Ace slowly peeled the cloth that covered your wetness to the side for him to gently caress it. The mere feeling on his fingertips was enough for him to bite his lower lip. You couldn’t stop your submissive whimpers and moans.

“C’mon, (F/N). Use your words” He rubbed your throbbing bud with a single finger in a circle. The sensitive feeling coursed through your body like never before. Ace longed for an answer to come out your lips.

“Please… Please f-fuck me~” You stammered. Those words were enough for Ace to shove his two digits inside your warm entrance. The velvet walls wrapped around his fingers tightly.

You released a small yelp as you felt him plunge his fingers without a single warning. He didn’t hesitate to quicken his pace, leaving you no room to think or react.

You felt your hands grip the sheets with pleasure. Ace made sure to curve his fingers to perfectly kiss your g-spot with every thrust. At this point, his two roommates were on the verge of hearing your lustful noises from outside.

The walls around Ace’s finger began to tighten around him. He felt you spasm your legs and buck your hips into his fingers, growing more and more desperate to reach your climax—but Ace didn’t agree. As your head was thrown back and your eyes rolled, he plucked his now sticky, dewed fingers out of your cave.

“I wanna feel you cum on something else, baby. Be a good girl and wait a little longer”

You whines in response. Your pussy was throbbing, screaming for more of Ace’s touch or something even more. You rubbed your legs together in protest as your impatience grew while watching Ace undo his pants.

“I said…” He breathed. Before you knew it, you were thrown on your stomach with your rear propped up in front of him. You moaned at Ace’s aggressive touch, and it only risen once you felt his hand forcefully plunge your head into the cushioned bed.

“Be fucking patient, you whore”

He growled. His other hand guided his hardened member along your soaked slit, teasing you a little bit more. You felt completely pathetic under Ace’s control. Sure, he was needy and rough, but this dominance was only occasional. Only when you were really getting on his nerves; like today.

You continued to whine at the feeling of Ace trace his member along your lips and clit. You were getting beyond antsy to feel him spread your walls further out with the girth of his cock.

“Stop teasing, baby” You murmur, only for it to be muffled from the mattress. “I.. I need you~”

Ace’s hand trailed from your messy hair to the back of your neck, giving it a tender squeeze. He merely slid the tip in, making your body’s neediness spike.

“Of course you do, you slut. You can’t even wait a few seconds, sweetheart”

He pulled his tip out to form a small string of juices connecting you two. As soon as it snapped, Ace plunged his member with every last inch inside of you. He smashed against your cervix like a collision on the freeway. Nothing prevented you from screaming at the top of your lungs from the immense pleasure from one thrust. You heard Ace hiss and groan when he felt himself enter you.

He moved the hand that was once at your neck to your drooling mouth. Your light moans and whimpers now muffled once again.

“Be fucking quiet, yeah? Sabo and- ngnnh~ Marco are still awake” Ace ordered. All you could muster up was a submissive nod.

Ace pulled your body slightly upward to get a better grip of your mouth and clamped his hands on the fats of your thighs, making perfect handles for the cowboy.

Ace plowed your body like it was the last day on Earth. His palm grew wet from your saliva but he didn’t mind one bit. Ace grunted loudly and your muffled moans didn’t make a difference. You two were still loud, loud enough for the two poor roommates to hear absolutely everything.

“Fuuuuuck” Ace extended his words while he went ballistic on your pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you let your angry boyfriend scramble your mind until it went blank. All that was filled in the room was the musk scent of the two bodies colliding, the sloppy, slushing sounds of skin smacking and lustful, loud noises escaping the both of you.

Ace learned to not care about your volume and turn his palm into two fingers in your mouth. He loved the way your noises projected once he removed the very thing that muffled your noise.

“Yeah, keep screaming like that from my dick- unghh~” Ace spoke breathlessly in your ear. He bit your ear lobe, causing another source of sensation from your body.

“Oh-! Oh, fuck~” You managed to speak out. Your previous climax crept back up again. Ace noticed your walls spasm and tighten around his speeding member.

“Gonna cum? You gonna cum all over my cock, huh?” You could hear the devilish grin plastered widely on his face by his words. You nod frantically.

“Yes, sir~! I’m gonna cum- mmph~!!” Your moans got reckless and completely messy once you reached your climax. Ace didn’t slow down a single minute. He speedily penetrated you through each moment, making your orgasm completely flatline your brain. You don’t remember moaning so loud in your life, you were sure you’d lose your voice.

“Ace, Ace~! I’m f-fucking cumming~!” You cried. At this point, the entire apartment complex could hear you.

Ace chuckled at your reaction, never daring to stop for a single second. He enjoyed watching your juices spurt out on his pelvis, dripping down both of his and your legs. You felt the high libido driven boy force you back down on the bed, practically suffocating you with the pillows scattered among it.

“My fu- ugh~… My fucking turn” He groaned. Ace gripped both of his rough hands on your hips and slammed your whole body against his pelvis. Each thrust rewarded him in a lustful scream from you.

“Aaaaaace~” You longingly moaned, your voice wobbling as your body was forcefully being rammed into. He let out a loud grunt at your voice.

“You want it?” He breathed. You nodded in the sheets.

“Y-Yes, please!”

“How bad?”

The mountain of pleasure clouded your will to speak, making it harder to form out words.

“I said how bad, slut!” Ace harshly slapped your ass, leaving a bright red mark to stay. You shrieked.

“So fucking baaaad~!” You extended your words again, similarly like before when you called his name. Your answer pleased your boyfriend and you could feel his grip get tighter.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” He groaned. At this point, your body was shaking like a leaf in the blistering winter. The pleasure was overstimulating you beyond belief. Ace had officially broke your entire mind.

“F-Fuck, Im cumming!” You felt his member twitch inside of you. You formed a devilish grin as you felt his thick, warm seed erupt inside of your core. Ace didn’t stop. He kept thrusting for a little longer until he dumped his last few drops of his cum. He let out one last groan.

“Fuck me, (F/N)…” He left his raw cock bake inside of you for a few moments as he caressed your back gently. You were heavily breathing out a lung, completely worn out from Ace’s monstrous endurance.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” He cooed. You felt a more pleased smile crack in your lips. Ace finally, and slowly, pull out his sticky, drenched member to watch all of his seed pour outside of you. You whimpered feeling it ooze out of your body.

Ace mesmerized the sight as if it were a renaissance painting. He noticed that your knees were on the verge of giving out and quickly cleaned yourself up with whatever nearby shirt he had laying around.

Your vision was trying to collect itself after getting your consciousness fucked out of you. You felt brute hands lift you up comfortably on the bed followed by the same arms to pull you into warm embrace. The same embrace you’ve longed for as long as you can remember.

“I still love you, more than ever, my sweet (F/N)” You heard Ace’s soothing tone clear as day while he caressed your exhausted face.

“I’m sorry…” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, tenderly pressing your body against his.

“I’m sorry too, my love… I’ll be more considerate of you” He rubbed your back as he hugged you into his chest. His grip was so heavy that you’d think you’d disappear if he let go.

“You mean so much to me…” Ace yawned. “I love you” He repeated.

“I love you, too…”

You both drifted to your long awaited slumber at the embrace of each other. He had a hand on the back of your head and an arm wrapped around your fetal positioned body.

It was safe to say this was the last argument you two had for a long while.

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[teal-fiend]

pred getting in trouble with observer

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Continuation of the previous part

“You’re probably getting tired aren't you. You probably feel a food coma coming on”

The pred yawned.

“Aw you’re so cute. Such a dangerous predator, but like this you’re all shy and full and vulnerable. You didn’t even try to resist me when I tied you up. A full belly makes you so… meek.”

The pred didn’t know what to say. It was mostly true. They felt a lot less energetic or irritable after they had eaten. They’d put up with all kinds of antics. The observer loved to take advantage of that.

Their belly gurgled almost sickly. The pred could feel a cramp emerging. They were uncomfortable in this position.

“Here I'll help you relax more,” the observer said.

They approached the pred and put their hands on the belly, rubbing it up and down firmly from the underbelly all the way up almost to their chest. With a practised and precise method, they knew exactly how to stimulate the pred’s digestive system. Instigating digestion; it was a craft that they had perfected.

The belly gurgled pleasantly, grateful for the even soothing pressure. The prey inside was desperate and failing as the stomach became more active, churning them with more determination.

The pred leaned against their observer - leaning into the massage and supporting their weight on them. They let themselves drift off. 

“Hey wake up,” the observer said, pushing the pred upright. The pred blinked and squinted.

“Aw, you fell asleep for a second.”

The pred grunted sleepily. 

“Your belly’s putting all its effort into digesting them now, you know.” the observer stated. “And they were always so nice to you… but you couldn’t resist, could you?” They lectured the pred, “What are you going to do when the next person moves in? Will you eat them too?”

When the pred didn’t reply the observer continued

“Am I not feeding you enough? Should I get you more prey?”

“No, no,” the pred mumbled, “it’s enough.”

They leaned against the wall and shut their eyes.

“Don't fall asleep again!” The observer tapped the pred, “you just can’t stay awake, can you?”

The pred sighed.

“Careful you’re going to hurt your wrists if you keep leaning like that. They’re already looking a little red”

The pred hadn’t really noticed their wrists at all.

“Your body really wants you to sleep. But you have discipline don’t you? Well, I guess you don’t. After all, you just couldn’t stop yourself from eating our neighbour even when  you knew you weren’t allowed. You’re just a slave to your baser instincts.” they mused.

“And now after your ill gotten meal, you just can’t help but fall asleep, you need your little nap to help you digest. And it’s only 2 in the afternoon…” they pointed out.

The observer held the pred’s chin gently in their hand, “You really have to get yourself together, doll. You’re a mess.”

The observer lowered their voice and leaned in, “I knew you’d do this. And I think you knew that I knew, and you wanted me to find you like this. You wanted me to tell you off for being disobedient.”

“And maybe it was just a subconscious thing. But you wanted this didn't you?”

The pred muttered an “mhm”

“I guess it’s been a while since I’ve paid you attention like this. So you were feeling neglected and you acted out?  You’re so immature. We can communicate like adults.” The observer was gentler with their massage, brushing the stomach gently with their nails, “But that's not as fun for you I suppose.”

“Hmm,” the observer paused their ministrations, “I think your belly’s had its way with the prey. I don’t feel as much movement.”

They patted the gut with a point of finality, the pred belched, satisfied. 

“I think you might be enjoying this too much,” the observer noticed.

 Because of the observer's massage, even though they were standing in an unconventional position, their meal had settled nicely. Their stomach felt pleasantly full and sated, and digestion felt easy.

“You just wanted a nice belly rub, didn’t you? You don’t care if you’re tied up.”

The pred hummed absentmindedly in reply, half asleep and not paying particular attention to what the observer was actually saying to them.

“You're so docile.”

The observer opened the pred’s mouth and looked at their teeth, counting them, while the pred didn’t object at all.

“Is it disrespectful for a prey like me to mess around with a dignified predator? You guys are meant to be more noble and mysterious.

But you’re no mystery. I know exactly how you operate.”

“You’re much more simple than your reputation would lead one to believe. To most prey, predator’s are an incomprehensible danger, a force of nature, like a tsunami. You are unfathomable, and our inevitable doom.”

“That’s not really the case though, you’re just hungry, and you eat when you’re hungry, and it’s not that special

You’ve given me so much insight into your species. And you’ve fallen asleep again.”

The observer gently shook them awake.

“Huh, what?” the pred mumbled, “what did you say?”

“I was just saying, I think you’ve learnt your lesson for now.”

“Oh have I,” the pred yawned.

“I don’t know, that’s up to you. Maybe I’ll figure something out for you tomorrow. But for now I’ll let you rest.”

“Okay,”

The observer released the tired pred and handed them the glass of water which they downed wolfishly. Then the observer led them to their bed.

The observer took their book from the bedside table before settling next to the pred, resting their head on the pred’s plump middle, like a pillow.

The pred, grateful that they could finally start their afternoon nap time, fell asleep immediately.

The observer stared at a page on their book, but really was thinking of things they could make the pred do tomorrow. It wasn’t often that they had an excuse to mess with them, so they had to make it count.

[steviestits]

My God Longs For Me - Part 1.5

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T (Will be E in a few parts) Summary: When Steve was a child, he was abducted and brought to the cult, the Hellfire Club, as he was prophesied to be the wife of the dark forest god they worshiped. Steve enjoyed his time there, especially the time he spent with the cult leader's nephew, Eddie. This wasn't meant to last however as Steve was eventually returned to his parents. Thanks to the deprogrammer that his parents hired and time, Steve has mostly forgotten the cult that raised him. That is until he goes on a camping trip and his friends start to get murdered one by one with the only connection between the killings being the ritual offerings to the cult's gods and the strange dreams Steve has before each one. Now Steve must piece together his past to discover who is murdering his friends in the present. (Inspired heavily by various horror movies and is a horror story itself.) Trigger Warning: None for this chapter Eventual Trigger Warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ritual Sacrifices, Gore, Mpreg, Body Horror, Monster Fucking, Feminization, Brainwashing

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Wearily prying open his eyes, Steve realized that he was lying down in the back of his car. He sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair since he didn’t remember falling asleep that night as his last coherent memory was handing Jason the keys to the rooms he’d booked, but beyond that, Steve was drawing a blank. Maybe he was so tired that he’d just laid down and passed out, which was why he couldn’t recall getting into his car to sleep? That must have been the explanation since he was still fully clothed and hadn’t out any bedding, not even a pillow.

A knock on the window startled Steve, and he jolted up, only to see Billy and Tommy laughing at him. Their amusement only grew when they noticed Steve’s bedhead, as he hadn’t gotten a chance to smooth out his hair as he’d just awoke. Also, Steve didn’t see what was so funny about scaring someone so early in the morning, and he had half a mind to make them walk to the campsite if they were so keen to make him, the driver, the butt of their jokes.

“Hilarious,” Steve deadpanned while sending them both contemptuous glares.

“We thought so,” Tommy said as he gave Billy a fist bump.

“Yeah, because you guys are morons.”

“Whatever, Harrington,” Billy said flippantly. “Just get up and pay for the rooms, so we can get this show on the road.”

“Why is it that I have to pay? I know your dads gave you money for this trip, too.”

Despite his complaining, Steve scooted back to the door that the two idiots weren’t blocking and got out of the car. He stretched, finding that his limbs were sore from his cramped sleeping quarters, but the others didn’t pay him any mind as Jason and Andy soon left their room to join the group that had gathered. They all said a quick good morning, not paying Steve’s stretching any mind, more intent on giving back their room key and getting breakfast from the vending machine than making conversation.

“You want anything?” Andy called over his shoulder.

“Your mom!” Tommy yelled.

“Jesus,” Steve said as he hit Tommy’s arm. “You’re disgusting.”

“Stop acting all high and mighty,” Billy said. “Everyone here wants to fuck Andy’s mom. There’s no reason to hide it.”

“Leave me out of your immature perversions. As the sole adult on this trip, though, I’m going to go pay for the rooms.”

“Whatever, Harrington. We all know you’re not better than anyone here.”

“Just give me the keys to your room, so we can get on with our trip.”

Billy tossed Steve the keys, who caught them midair and then flipped Billy off to voice his frustrations. He then walked away, ignoring the taunts that Tommy and Billy called after him. The two had always been like this, and Steve had hoped they’d grow out of being dicks in order to buckle down for college, but they only got worse, much to Steve’s chagrin. His dad had said to give them until they started working for the company, that they’d settle down then, though Steve honestly doubted that if he knew anything about them by now.

Entering the main office, Steve found that the place was quiet with no sign of the clerk around. He glanced over his shoulder at the hours, showing that she should’ve been on duty now, especially since she knew she had customers. Though, she hadn’t been exactly thrilled letting them stay here, so maybe she was purposely giving a hard time by making him wait.

“Hello?” Steve called out. “Hello, is anyone there?”

Steve waited, but there was no response. Against his better judgment, he decided that he’d check the back for her to see if she really was avoiding him and giving him a rough time. A quick leap was all it took for a jock like him to clear the counter then approach the door that he assumed led to the living quarters. He knocked on it lightly, except there was no response.

“Hey, I want to check out. Are there?” Still no response. “Is everything alright?” More silence. “I’m coming in. Say something if you want me to stop.”

The door was unlocked, allowing Steve to easily enter the backroom. It looked as dingy as the main office with peeling wallpaper and yellowed tiles on the floor, but there was no one around. He moved further into the backroom, finding that it was the woman’s living quarters. Despite it being dilapidated, nothing seemed amiss as all the furniture were intact and the drawers weren’t rifled through, which might have indicated something was wrong.

Noticing the bolted backdoor, Steve undid the deadlock and opened it to see if she was possibly outside. The door opened to reveal the edge of the woods, but the woman still wasn’t anywhere to be found. He did notice that there was an extra set of hinges, where a screen door might have been at one point in time.

“Hello!?” Steve yelled into the forest. “Are you out there!?”

There was again no response, so he closed the backdoor, locking it behind him, and went back to the main office. Steve figured that she maybe had an emergency or had to go out for some reason, but he couldn’t wait around otherwise they wouldn’t make it to the campsite before nightfall. He decided to just leave the keys and a few bills on the counter while writing a note on the guest book for her when she got back to let her know that he hadn’t left without paying.

Steve returned to the parking lot where everyone was waiting for him, breakfast chips and sodas in hand. They all piled into his car, and Steve drove off down the road. He glanced through his rear-view window, expecting to see a bar on the opposite side of the motel, but there wasn’t one. It was strange that he thought one was there and didn’t know why he had either. Shrugging it off as a poor night’s sleep, he didn’t question it, turning his mind to the trip ahead.

Part 1.4 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 2.1 (Coming Soon-ish)

[romanthesecond]

Today was a Bad day with a capital B. 

Why?

Well, on P.E. days, all the other kids would change in the classroom while Roman went to the toilets to change, but after years of this routine, someone had gotten curious and followed him. 

For as long as Roman could remember, he’d been in diapers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tell when he needed the bathroom. There had been many trips to the doctors, to therapists, even to church, all made with the hope that he’d get better. Unfortunately, nothing had worked

So, by the time Roman finished changing into his sports clothes, all of his classmates knew his secret. He’d walked back into class to stares, grins, and whispers.

I heard his diapers are proper baby ones, with dumb princesses on them.

No way! Roman? Really?

Explains why he’s so bad at math then, if he’s secretly a big baby!

He definitely wasn’t crying, because no matter what those dumb kids said, he wasn’t a baby.

Instead, Roman ran out the classroom, out the school, and onto the field. He ran until he reached the green fence that ran around the school to make sure no one was early. There, he dropped his bag on the floor and quickly followed it, choosing to curl up on the ground and scream.

Roman loved screaming. Just like he knew his eyes were brown, and that he had ten toes, he knew his lungs were made to scream. So he laid there on the muddy grass, hugging his Mickey Mouse backpack to his chest, and screamed as loud as he could.

It didn’t take long for someone to come grab him. While he hadn’t run this far in a long time, Roman had a habit of bolting whenever he got upset. He did the same at home, so much so that

whenever the toddler received a new book, Logan would do whatever he could to please Roman in order to make sure he’d have peace and quiet.

“Roman, sweetie, we’ve called your dad, and he’s come to pick you up.” Mrs Erdem said, her face all screwed up. 

The adults in the office took turns being the one to come calm him down, and today was his least favorite. Mrs Erdem was like a mouse, with big ears and a quiet voice. She never treated Roman as nicely as the other teachers. Even though she used nice names, she always looked at him the way he looked at math: a big, useless problem that he didn’t want to solve.

“FINE!” Roman replied, getting up and glaring at her.

She glared right back at him.

“Don’t you yell at me, young man. If you didn’t want your little friends to tease you, you shouldn’t act so immature.” Mrs Erdem snapped, grabbing his wrist and dragging him across the field.

Roman whined and hissed as they walked to the front office, failing to pull his arm out of her grip. Even when he asked quietly, she wouldn’t let go, no matter how much he insisted that she was-

“-hurting him! Let go of my son, you hag!” Remus yelled, pushing past the security and snatching Roman away from her. “Fuck, take deep breaths, Little Prince. Daddy’s here now, it’s okay.”

Roman just shook his head, his bottom lip trembling.

“No, Daddy, it’s not. Everyone knows my secret, and they were so mean, and Mrs Erdem said it was my fault, and, and-” It was like the words were erupting from his throat without warning, just spewing out no matter how much Roman wanted to keep them inside.

His dad pulled him into a hug, and gently stroked the back of his head, making Roman melt. His dads both seemed to have magic powers, because their hugs always made him feel better, even if it was only a little bit.

“Don’t you listen to her, or those kids. There is nothing wrong with you, Roman. Come on, let's take you home,” He whispered, shooting a glare at the woman over his son's head, “I think it’s time for some ice cream.”

[singofsolace]

Thoughts on The Rebound (2009)

You know what’s messed up? Double standards in Hollywood and film. Double standards, and a heaping bucket of irony, is what’s messed up.

I’m currently watching Catherine Zeta-Jones as Sandy in The Rebound, who, at the reckoning/climax of the movie, is brought to heartfelt tears because she feels she has to end her loving, healthy, and enthusiastically consensual relationship with her 25 year-old nanny at 40 years old (after an emotional-whiplash reveal of a pregnancy they thought was viable turning out to be ectopic) because the relationship “doesn’t make sense” and “will never work” due to their age difference... meanwhile, in real life... Catherine Zeta-Jones started a relationship with a 53 year-old man when she was 28, and has been married to that same man for 23 years…?

Like, this whole movie’s “dilemma” of a 40 year old woman with a 25 year old man would be a lot more convincing if they hadn’t cast Catherine Zeta-Jones in this role…? Like… what??? (Should I be able to ignore that it's CZJ? Maybe. But I can't.)

After all, Justin Bartha is playing a grown ass adult who has already been married in the plot of the movie. He’s not a child, and shouldn't be treated like one…? He also has other profitable job offers, which he originally turns down, but could (and does) canonically still return to, so the issue of Sandy technically being his boss, and the relationship being improper for that reason, rather than just the age difference being the problem, is basically a non-issue, because he literally has a better job offer on the table from the beginning, and is choosing to work for her instead, but could leave at any time if he wanted to.

And then at the end, they act like a five year time jump solves the problem? Which, if they'd actually established that Aram was profoundly emotionally immature and not ready for fatherhood/had growing up to do, I would be somewhat more accepting of the argument that him traveling the world for five years (in an admittedly weird and gross eat-pray-love white-savior montage of clips) and turning 30 really is the "magic" number that makes this relationship okay... but that's not the story they wrote? They wrote a grown man who said himself that he was ready for fatherhood, and genuinely wanted to be with this woman, regardless of age...?

I think if they wanted the 15-year age difference between grown ass adults to be a genuine problem and source of conflict, they should've made different writing (and casting!!) choices, for goodness sake...? Like show all the moments where the age difference becomes a problem--the moments where they clearly aren't compatible because they don't understand each other's references, or because Aram wants more children and Sandy doesn't because she feels she's too old, or something. Instead, they show us two people who seem incredibly sweet and happy with one another, who are largely on the same page about what they want, but the one "immature" thing highlighted about Aram is that he reads Harry Potter books...?

God. I'm so annoyed that this movie got made the way it did without people questioning these things. It doesn't help that CZJ looks younger than 40, and Justin Bartha was actually 30 in real life. Am I really supposed to be upset about a 30 year old man having sex with a 40 year old woman? Please.

And all of this is being treated like a huge "issue" when CZJ was literally romantically involved with Sean fucking Connery's character in Entrapment when he was 69 and she was 29...?!? People certainly raised their eyebrows at a 40 year age difference, as they should, I think, but there were never any scenes within the movie of Sean's character crying about how it would never work between them...? The movie just accepts that CZJ is a consenting adult at 29 and moves on, even if we, as audience members, don't...?!?

Ugh! What bothers me is that I actually liked this movie, despite everything. Like, I thought it was incredibly sweet and touching, even though the main "conflict" is absurd to me. It's like I'm crossing my arms and scowling while watching, but still begrudgingly enjoying it, which I think is down to Justin Bartha and Catherine Zeta-Jones being charming together, regardless of the circumstances.

Anyway... give The Rebound (2009) a watch and let me know if you agree with any of this.

[bookaddict24-7]

REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

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40. Princess on the Brink by Meg Cabot--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This series has been a wild ride as we literally watch Mia grow into an adult. One of the reasons why I actually enjoyed this one (and the next book in this series) is because Mia is faced with big changes that force her to mature and re-evaluate her life. One of the people I find that have held back Mia, despite the age difference, is Michael. PRINCESS ON THE BRINK challenged her relationship to literally the brink because honestly, it's about time something gives. Michael and Mia are in such different stages of their lives that if something like what happened in this book hadn't happened, then Mia would never grow as a character. This isn't to say that she overreacts when given the news of Michael's new project, she definitely does. But you know what? She's a kid who's partially stunted because no one has really told her that her actions are childish. I enjoyed this one because it challenged Mia to think beyond her golden bubble of immaturity. She is also faced with the reality of someone's personality being finally challenged. I just really enjoyed this one because it was pure chaos and basically is the pre-cursor to Mia having to grow and change as a person. We got through those immature books and creepy age gap romance to get to this point, where Mia is finally being forced to re-examine her life.

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41. Princess Mia by Meg Cabot--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ah, perhaps one of my favourite books in this series. This book is all about Mia growing up now that her life is missing a couple of people who may or may not have been holding her back from growing as a person (and as a character). I think this was a great story about a girl who took back control of her spiralling life (with the help of family and surprising friendships) and made something new with it. While there were obviously still moments of whining and complaining, there were a lot less and also...she's still a teenager! In all of the books in this series, this is potentially one of the books where she is the most well-adjusted she's ever been. Also, one of my least favourite characters in this also shows their true colours (trash) and another one is...surprising. It goes to show that we can't always assume someone is a certain way, especially when viewed through the eyes of a fourteen year-old who thinks the world is out to get her.

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42. Forever Princess by Meg Cabot--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Finally, the best book in the series and arguably where I think the series should have ended. Mia is nearly eighteen and she has finally taken control of her life. She's much more mature (with the definite moments where her youth still slips through) and you can truly see all of the growth she's gone through. It's wild to think that we walk alongside Mia as she goes from the insecure and whiny fourteen year-old to this senior student who is more self-aware and who has a better understanding of her role in her world. I also loved this one because of the angst. This age gap feels more appropriate and I think having that in mind makes the impending obvious relationship a little more level (even though she is still a high school student--albeit one with greater responsibilities than the average senior.) But even still, knowing how she has grown and how she views the world now, it's interesting to note how she reverts a LITTLE bit to the girl she was two or three books before. This only proves to me that Cabot did a great job throwing in that massive life change because even though there is a little bit of Mia walking back to how she was, she's changed enough to register the way she is acting and manages to balance it out with who she now is. I tried reading the next book in the series and I just wasn't into it, so this is it for me. I really enjoyed this and I'm so happy that this ended the way it did. We went through so many highs and lows with Mia, and so many moments of growth and empathy. I can only imagine all of the young readers in my generation who grew up with Mia and read about her hijinks and idolized the independent, yet naive Princess Mia. While there were definitely moments where I questioned the messages young readers might have (or might in today's reading world) taken away from the story, I think this is a perfect example of the patience one can have while reading from the perspective of a young teenager. I'm glad I finally finished this series and I'm glad I can finally say goodbye to Princess Mia!

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43. The Midnight Club by Christopher Pike--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I feel catfished with this book. The story was intriguing and sad af, but it wasn't at all what I was expecting--especially coming from Christopher Pike (a person who rivalled R.L. Stine's Fear Street world back in the day.) I also blame myself for foolishly going off the trailer to the show that aired a year or two ago. There is definitely a bit of a mystery as the characters start to die, but I found this to be more of a story about life and the hope that lives within some of us when said life is threatened by an illness we can't control or stop. THE MIDNIGHT CLUB is a book about grief, love in the face of death, and the power of stories. I think marketing this as horror does this story a disservice because it could alienate readers who want stories like this one. It wasn't perfect, but man did it pull at the heartstrings. Even more than a month later, thinking about this book and the stories we're told makes me want to cry. I'd recommend this to anyone who wants to read a book that explores grief, the fear of death, and the acceptance that sometimes life cuts us off mid-sentence. Don't go in expecting a horror novel.

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44. When In Rome by Sarah Adams--⭐️⭐️⭐️

You know when you read a romance novel, think "hm, that was cute" and then promptly forget what it was mostly about a month later when you're writing the review? This is me right now. I read the synopsis and am trying to remember what this was about. I do remember him being grumpy and her totally misreading what it is that he does for a living because of how he looks, and her totally exhausting life (and twist at the end) but...that's it. Listen, this was cute in the moment, but not the most memorable.

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45. Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Another day, another Colleen Hoover off my to-read list. I read this back when we had those weirdly warm days in April, sitting outside in the sun and enjoying the juicy drama that is this trauma-porn YA read. I read it in one day because much like her other stuff that I've devoured, HEART BONES was an addicting read that begged for me to see where the story ended. I have a soft spot for these kinds of MCs, the ones that have their whole lives uprooted and are faced with new people and the potential life-changing power of love. I'm still not sure how I feel about the ending of this one, or the climactic events, but I did enjoy watching the MC grow as a character as the story progressed. Her relationship with her new-ish family was my favourite aspect of the story. It wasn't the Bella and Edward-esque romance, but the connection she had with the people around her. It was also the way she treated her step-sister when it came to a potential ED (even though, in retrospect, I know it could be a little too simplistic.) All that being said, while this wasn't my favourite Hoover book, I did enjoy it. Again, I'm also a sucker for this trope.

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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Happy reading!

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 64

*Warning - Adult Content*

Damien Clarke had to stop feeling sorry for himself and act by giving a call to Nick first. 

Nichola D'Alonzo took Damien's call after a single ring.

"Damien is that you? You're alive." Nick rushed to say, breathless.

"Why wouldn't I be alive?" Damien snapped. "And what is wrong with you? Why did you send me a bunch of texts and called me nonstop?" Damien said, bombarding his best friend with questions, as Nick has done with his calls.

Nick better had a good reason for his unusual harassment, as Damien was slightly pissed by his best friend's behavior. 

He had things to sort out and he didn't have time for Nick’s immature little games.

"Well, sorry for being a good friend and worry about you," Nick retorted sarcastically but with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Damien rolled his eyes. Nick was fucking with him exactly as he had anticipated.

"Why are you worry about me?" Damien asked disinterestedly.

"When I woke up this morning and didn't see you, I thought you went home. But then I saw your car in the parking lot. Since you weren't at my place and your car was, I naturally thought something had happened to you. I thought you had been kidnapped in the parking lot on your way to your car or something."

Nick was closer to the truth than he probably thought he was. 

Well, Damien hadn't been kidnapped in the true sense of the word but knowing that he hadn't had total control of himself being drunk, thus making the decision to get into Nabokov's car not being quite consenting. 

So, in a way, Damien believed he had been kidnapped. 

Sort of. And he had completely forgotten that his car had stayed in Nick's parking lot. 

If it weren't for Nick, Damien would probably have realized it while driving home and not seeing his car. 

Damien now planned to phone Nabokov's driver right after he was done with Nick's call so he could drive him to his car. 

From there, he would go home and reflect for a long time on the next step in his relationship with Craig and Nabokov.

"You're over-dramatizing things Nick. I'm alive and well," Damien said, aware of being half responsible for this misunderstanding.

Nick's concerns had been legitimate, as Damien should have left him a message to inform him that he was coming home. 

In the state of mind Damien was in then, that idea hadn't even crossed his mind.

"You know me, I only see the worst in everything. Anyway, where were you? Did you stay the night?"

‘Shit, shit.’

Nick had taken Damien by surprise. 

Not only had Nick had had excellent reasons to be concerned but he had also asked relevant questions that any logical person would ask in such circumstance. 

Damien thanked the heavens that he was on the phone and not face to face, because he doesn't believe he could've concealed his distress in trying to find a concrete excuse.

"Uh no. I took an Uber," Damien said, stammering. "I was a little drunk, so I took an Uber."

Damien mentally sighed. It wasn't so much a lie, since it was exactly what he had planned to do before Nabokov arrived. 

Well, he had planned to take his car and not an Uber but this was only a minor detail that didn't need to be revealed.

"Ah. I thought about that too but seeing that you weren't answering my calls and that you weren't home when I passed by earlier, I really believed that something serious had happened to you bro."

Damien was amazed to learn that Nick had been to his place but since he looked genuinely worried, it shouldn't have been so much of a surprise. 

Damien now had to explain why he wasn't home when he didn't have his car.

"Dimitri came to get me for something to eat," Damien dishonestly gushed without thinking.

Damien didn't have to worry about that lie because Nick was unlikely to find out about it, he and Dimitri being more acquaintances than friends. 

Besides, it was a completely harmless lie.

"Next time, don't scare me like that. Send me at least a text. Don't forget that I was totally blacked out yesterday and could barely remember a thing, so I'm imagining a lot of weird stuff."

Damien sighed and closed his eyes, exasperated with him. 

All this had all been his fault and it was clearly not his proudest moment.

"Yeah, I know and I'm sorry. You're right, I should've texted you. I owe you a drink, Nick."

"No, you owe me ten and I ain't going down."

"You got it," Damien agreed, chuckling softly.

Damien Clark chatted with Nicolas D’Alonzo for a while. 

After the end of his conversation, Damien telephoned Richard, Alexander Nabokov's driver, using the phone number the Russian man had left at the bottom of the note. 

Damien felt bad for disturbing him but he was also embarrassed to do so. 

He didn't know the man but he had no idea where he was. 

While dialing Richard's number, Damien thought about stopping midway and taking an Uber instead. 

One thing was holding him back from doing so, he was afraid that Nabokov would take it personal and be upset. 

Resigning himself, Damien dialed the number and Richard didn't give Damien time to change his mind and hang up because he answered after a ring.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Clarke."

For some reason, Damien felt that this phone conversation was going to be extremely embarrassing. 

If he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, he had to go through with this phone conversation.

"Uh, yeah, hi."

"How can I help you, Mr. Clarke?"

By causing your boss to disappear. 

This is how you can help me, Damien really wanted to answer but abstained.

"Uh yes, Can you drop me off at the same place as yesterday?"

Though he hadn't given much details and the wording of his request was poor, Damien knew that Richard understood what he meant.

"Certainly Mr. Clarke. I can be there in ten minutes. Is that okay for you?"

Damien suppressed a sigh of relief. 

He wasn't going to be waiting for long and he would be heading home soon.

"Umm, yes thank you."

"Perfect. I"ll call you when I've arrived. See you in a few."

The call hadn't been as uncomfortable as Damien had thought it would be. 

The fact that it had lasted barely twenty seconds had obviously helped. 

Damien now had ten minutes to waste before Richard arrived. 

He thought of distracting himself by going through Nabokov's Penthouse but quickly changed his mind. 

Apart from being impressed and amazed, visiting Nabokov's residence wasn't going to contribute to anything. 

The Russian's room had already a very impersonal touch to it, having no family photos in sight. 

As he explored the area, Damien wouldn't be learning anything he didn't already know about Nabokov. 

So, Damien remained seated on the edge of the bed while he contemplated with great contentment and appeasement the grandiose view in front of him. 

It was the ringing of his phone that abruptly took him out of this moment of tranquility he was enjoying. 

It was Richard on the phone informing him that he had arrived. 

Damien took one last glance at the mesmerizing sight before exiting the bedroom and the Penthouse by taking the elevator. 

Richard was waiting for him in front of a different limousine than the one from yesterday, the back door already wide open. 

Richard greeted Damien with a professional smile and Damien returned him a shy smile. 

The atmosphere was interesting to say the least and Damien avoided Richard's gaze. 

Richard must obviously be aware that Damien had spent the night at Nabokov's and probably believed that the two men had slept together. 

Damien was curious to know how the Russian would react and feel knowing his driver had knowledge of their relationship. 

Damien walked past Richard and got into the limo as fast as he could. 

Richard closed the door and a few seconds later the limo started to move. Damien took his phone out and returned Dimitri's call. 

Dimitri didn't answer, so Damien texted him to call when he was free to do so. 

Damien knew he would need Dimitri's advice to help him make clear decisions regarding his relationship with Craig. 

During the ride, he had only thought of that and it was only when Richard came to open the door for him after arriving at his destination that Damien was temporarily free from his thoughts which had kept him rather busy. 

Damien thanked Richard and gave him a sincere smile. 

The atmosphere was much less uncomfortable this time around. 

The two men said their goodbyes and a few seconds later, Damien watched the limo leave the parking lot. 

Richard had dropped him off in front of his car and Damien only took a few steps before getting into his car. 

He'd thought of calling Nick to find out if he was home since he was in the underground parking lot of his building but Damien needed to be alone with his thoughts before going to see Craig. 

Damien intended to go see his boyfriend without wasting a moment. 

It was the right thing to do since he wanted to make Craig his top priority. 

Though he didn't want to make all these secrets last, Damien didn't know what the right action was to take. 

He knew that if he was to confess his last night mistakes to Craig that Craig would leave him without even having to think twice, barring a miracle. 

This fact was enough for the decision to be made to be quite obvious but the idea of keeping it a secret didn't seat well with Damien at all because a small voice inside him was warning him that he would end up bitterly regret it and that nothing could be kept a secret forever. 

Damien really needed Dimitri's advice, because he was in a total impasse. 

Arriving home, Damien parked his car in front of his apartment building. 

When he opened the front door, he heard noise coming from the television in the living room. 

Damien stopped on a dime and completely froze, his heart pounding. 

He immediately thought of a burglar who had left his television on after his committed mischief. 

Then he thought of Nick who had told him that he had stopped by his place. 

Nick might have turned on the TV for some weird reason. 

It was a possibility but Damien wasn't sure and continuing his way into the apartment knowing there might be a thief clearly didn't seem like the idea of the century. 

He could already see tomorrow's headline in the newspaper. 

Dumb citizen dies, he entered home knowing full well there was a burglar. 

When Damien decided that putting his life at risk for a simple riddle wasn't worth it and that he was in the midst of turning back on his tracks, his phone then took that moment to make a ringtone sound because of course it fucking would. 

Damien was startled and he barely suppressed a curse. 

Instead of running away as fast as he could, Damien just stood there with his head bowed, his hand rummaging in Nabokov's jogging pant pocket in search of his noisy phone. 

With impressive speed, he managed to extract his phone from the pocket. 

Damien quickly declined Dimitri's call to silence his phone. 

He put his cell back to where it was an sighed.

[lou-bonfightme]

Locked Out of Love || [Genelous]

@genevieve-davenport

Para 700 words. Lou helps someone out with an apartment problem

Most of Lou’s days were slow and boring. He barely had any commissions to work on. There was never enough to do. He had even taken to cleaning the apartment when he was bored enough, which was abhorrent but which he couldn’t stop doing anyway. Despite not caring about this apartment at all, he did take pride in having a tidy space. And having a teenager who tended to throw her things wherever she wanted meant that there was always something to clean. He had begun to understand how Nounou felt—though, he still couldn’t imagine the tedium of simply doing this every day, day in and day out.

He felt restless but he wasn’t about to complain. There were plenty of people in his life who would be entirely too smug about the results of his latest manic episode. And he did not so easily admit defeat to anyone, especially not his family. Besides, he could convince himself that it was nice. Relaxing leisurely with no responsibilities and, of course, being with Opal.

Though, even that had started to strain. They’d had their first fight after dinner at the Lyons’ cabin. Lou had demanded that Opal start acting more like an adult instead of an immature child and she had spat all sorts of horrible things at him, just like she’d done her parents. The only difference had been that she had felt some semblance of regret around the matter. Of course, she had not apologized, he hadn’t expected her to. But, she had curled up close to him the next day, resting her head on his shoulder in what he assumed was the closest thing he was going to get.

Which was fine with him. He didn’t need an apology. He had never grown up with them. Moving on was just as well. In his opinion, it made things much easier. Discussing mistakes, admitting wrongdoing. These things did not come naturally to him. Simply moving on? Now that came naturally indeed.

Still--he wondered, sometimes, now when he watched Opal reading her books or painting or singing around the house...what had gone so wrong and could he help fix it? It was a surprisingly selfless thought for someone who was rather selfish but...he didn’t believe that Belle and Hades deserved the kind of pain that Opal was trying to cause them.

He’d convinced Hades to let him take Opal to Paris, just overnight, to try and soften her up somewhat. If Hades said no, it would only make things worse, he had reasoned. And he was quite sure he was right.

So, here they were: packing for Paris, when there was a knock at the door. The music had muffled any sounds outside the apartment, so Lou had no idea who it could possibly be. He was not used to strange knocks that came with living in an apartment complex. It was still strange to him and he wasn’t sleeping well. He could hear everything on the hall. The people above him. Sometimes even those below him. It gave him headaches and he often found himself retreating to the bedroom in the dark to escape a migraine. The whole thing was almost a repeat of Paris and he regretted giving his cottage to Sophie. However, the money that he got from that arrangement was steady and necessary. Besides, the cottage was too close to other things he would rather avoid. A migraine was preferable.

“I’ll get it!” Opal chirped, turning the music off from her phone.

“I will get it,” Lou cut across her, heading down the hallway. She pouted her lip at him but went back to folding the shirt that was in her hands.

Crossing to the door, Lou opened it to reveal Genevieve. His neighbor from down the hall. He had seen her a few times since their first meeting. They’d exchanged the sort of pleasantries that neighbors were supposed to exchange, but it had not moved passed that.

At first, he was surprised to see her at the door. It took him a moment to remember that he had offered to help her if she ever needed anything.

“Bon soir, Genevieve. May I help you?”

[outfit] [opal’s outfit]

[toomanyrobins2]

Those Four Words Pt. 1

Summary: an escalating fight between Jason and his girlfriend leads to a tense two weeks in Wayne Manor

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex and excessive drinking, mentions of character death

masterlist // next part

Jason Todd was in a terrible mood, having just got into an argument with Bruce. He decided to go up to his girlfriend’s studio to get away. She had been hard at work the past couple of days and he was getting needy. He came up behind her on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Jay, I'm trying to do something right now.

He tried to snuggle closer to his girlfriend, “I deserve some of your time too.

“Deserve? You’re especially demanding today. What did you do?” Jason scoffed and pulled away. “What has crawled up your ass?”

“You did.”

She managed to escape and turned to look at her boyfriend, “I did? Huh, I think I would’ve remembered such a disgusting journey into your body.

“Dammit, Y/N! Enough with the sarcasm! You know what I’m saying.”

She sighed at Jason’s attitude, “I don’t understand what you’re doing right now, but you are starting a fight just for the sake of an argument. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you what you want right now.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Jason was standing over his girlfriend, his whole body tense, “From any of you.”

“Why are you being like this? What happened?”

“What? You thought the minute we started dating all of our problems would magically disappear? Are you really that naive?”

Y/N put her brushes down and stood. She tried to walk closer, but he matched each step, moving away from her. “Jason, where the hell is this coming from? I thought we had got past this. Even you and Bruce are in a better place.”

“You think I'll ever forget you abandoned me. You all did!”

“Abandon you! What have you been smoking? We thought you died!”

“You replaced me!”

Now, Y/N was angry too and it was rare that anyone saw her this way. She was deadly calm, but the fire was roaring in her eyes, “I did not replace you.”

“That’s right, you were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham to even think about me.”

“That is not fair and you know it. I mourned you. We all mourned your arrogant ass. I never stopped missing you.”

“I saw the articles, Y/N! Don’t pretend you were mourning me. You were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham.”

Her mind went back to three years ago. Jason had died in an explosion set up by the Joker. She was sixteen and her best friend had died, and she hadn’t handled it well. What started as a way to get out of the house with friends, had led to this wild, secret life. Y/N had snuck out at night and used Bruce’s name to get into clubs. She drank anything she could get her hands on and had gone home with multiple men, trying to forget her pain. Once, Bruce had found out, her world had imploded. He sent her away and finally got her the help she should have received when her parents had passed. The only reason Y/N had moved back to the manor was that Jason had been found. She couldn’t believe that he was trying to use her moments of weakness against her, “How dare you throw that back on me. I was just trying to numb the pain. It wasn’t like I was celebrating the fact that you were gone.”

“Yeah, it really looked like you missed me.”

“God Dammit, Jay!” she stamped her foot, knowing it was childish, “If you would just listen to me!”

“Oh fuck off, Y/N! If I had known I was ever going to be stuck with you and your nagging, I wouldn’t have come back.”

“I wish you hadn’t!” The minute the words left Y/N’s mouth, she gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. Jason’s emotionless mask slammed into place, and suddenly he was as blank as the day Bruce had found him. He turned to walk out and Y/N chased after him, “Jay, wait! I’m sorry!” He jumped onto his motorcycle and was out the door before she could stop him. She slammed her fist into the wall and cursed in frustration and pain. No one would see either of them for the rest of the day. Y/N stayed in her studio, wondering how they got to the point of shouting such hurtful things at each other.

The next day, they had both shown up for Friday night dinner, as was expected of them. Neither spoke, and the tension was too thick to be cut with a knife. Y/N had tried to pull him aside and apologize after dinner, but he had shot her with a cutting glare and stalked away. The other could tell that something had happened, but no one had the details. Tim wandered into the library after patrol that night, to find her in a chair tucked into the corner. “What are you doing here (Y/N/N)? Isn’t it a movie night with Todd?” He noted the tear tracks down her face but knew she hated showing weakness, so he said nothing about them.

“I wasn’t feeling up to it, so I canceled. I think I’ll head to bed now. Night, Timmy.” Y/N went to her room and cried herself to sleep, the guilt overwhelming her as she played the argument over in her head. If only she had just taken a break, maybe the whole situation could have been avoided. She woke up multiple times in the night, crying out Jason’s name after seeing him and the Joker over and over again. Finally, around 3 in the morning, she gave up on sleep and went to the kitchen to pour herself coffee. She decided to keep busy and started making breakfast for the family.

Alfred was the first to appear in the morning, as usual. Y/N tried to pretend that everything was normal, but nothing could be hidden from the family’s butler. He noted the dark circles under her eyes and the tremors in her hands from over-caffeination. The boys slowly started to emerge, and Alfred started to bring out all the food she had made. She made two plates out of habit and headed for the dining room. Y/N started to hand Jason his breakfast as she had every morning for a year, but suddenly she remembered and pulled her hand away. Jason didn’t even bother to look at her, and her heart clenched. She placed the plate on the table and walked back into the kitchen. “Sorry, Alfred, I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go paint.” She placed the plate she had made for herself on the counter and left.

Y/N’s studio had been a safe space since she had first moved into the manor. She had hidden away when she first arrived at Wayne Manor, unused to such an active family. Bruce had called workers to the manor and redid the room when she had told him she liked art. Now, after years of work, canvasses filled the room on all sides. Some paintings, others photos, she had accumulated in the three years. They hung on the walls and were laid across the floor. She flooded the room with Swan Lake, her sad music, and started to mix her colors. The music she played had become an easy way for the others to discern her moods since she hadn’t spoken to anyone except Fallon, Bruce’s wife, when she first came. Bruce and Dick had installed a speaker system in her studio to drown out the noise when she was overwhelmed, and everyone in the Manor could hear it if she turned it on loud enough. When the first notes hit their ears, all eyes in the dining room turned to Jason. He refused to look up and make eye contact, instead, he stared at the breakfast that had been abandoned on the table. Once everyone had averted their gaze, he pushed away from the table and disappeared.

This led to one of the most uncomfortable weeks in the Manor ever. Y/N barely left her studio and no one saw Jason for three days before he returned. When he did, he started to act as if nothing had happened. The music had eventually stopped playing altogether, so they had no idea what kind of mood she was in. Finally, Damian was the one to gather everyone else together, “Y/N/N has not come out of her studio in a week. Since Buckethead has just decided to pretend nothing has happened. We need to fix this.”

Bruce spoke up first, “Jason and Y/N are both adults. They are both being immature, and it will eventually work itself out.

“How can we fix this when we don’t even know what happened?” Tim looked up from his laptop, “I’ve been checking in on Y/N on the cameras. All she does is paint, and the most she’s slept in days is when she falls asleep accidentally. That never lasts long, and she cries. A lot.”

“Why did Fallon have to leave! We need to fix this, or the family vacation is going to be the worst!” Dick collapsed on the couch. Fallon had finally convinced Bruce that the family needed a vacation, but two weeks before they were supposed to leave, her sister had had a baby. She decided to go help her out and just meet them at the resort. They now had a week left, and it was not looking good. No one wanted to bother their mother since she very rarely took time for herself and was enjoying time with her family. They decided Alfred would be the one to try and convince Y/N to leave the studio at least and eat something.

He appeared in the doorway and watched silently as Y/N worked on a large canvas. He walked over and saw that it was a portrait of the family. “This is beautiful, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” her voice was hoarse from disuse.

“What is the plan for this one?” Alfred sat down next to her on the floor.

“Everyone hates photos, but Fallon wanted a family portrait for the sitting room. Since no one can sit still long enough I decided to paint one and give it to her for her birthday,” she slowly sucked in a breath, “Plus they only have the old one, and J--some people-- are missing from it.” Tears started to well up again in her eyes. Alfred wrapped an arm around Y/N and just sat with her for a moment.

“I’ve kicked the boys out of the kitchen. Do you think you could come down and eat something? For me?” She only nodded and they both stood. Y/N sat on a stool and silently ate the soup Alfred had laid out for her. She barely tasted anything, and she was starting to feel dizzy. Her vision started to blur, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up on the floor and had five heads floating above her.

“Hi, guys. Thought the floor looked lonely.” She tried to sit up but was cut off.

“That is it,” Bruce spoke firmly, “You are going to bed, and you are sleeping. I thought you were mature enough to deal with this but I see I was wrong.” He picked Y/N up and noticed she had lost weight. He carried her up the stairs and before he had reached her bedroom, she was already asleep again. Bruce turned to the boys. “At least one of you is staying in here with her and making sure she sleeps.”

Tim volunteered for the first shift and settled into her desk with his laptop. Y/N had barely been asleep an hour before she woke up from a nightmare of Jason dying. She shot up and shouted out his name, before bursting into tears. Tim -- being the awkward person he is -- was ill-prepared to deal with the crying Y/N. The only solution he could think of was to climb into bed with her and pull up a movie. She slowly fell asleep again and clung to Tim like a starfish. When Dick came to relieve Tim and saw that he was unable to leave, he climbed into bed with the duo. Anytime Y/N would start to become distressed, they would calm her down. Eventually, Damian and Titus joined the cuddle pile, the former somewhat reluctantly, grumbling about how he was only doing this for Y/N. Little did the Bat-Family know, Alfred had called Fallon and told her about the situation and she had rushed home.

[shockinglysubmissive]

Neverland or Never Cum

WARNINGS: Teasing, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Crying kink, Language, Degradation, Implied Anal Sex, Dom Reader

Nishinoya x GN!Reader

WC: 1.4k

Loud pops startle you as you walk into your boyfriend’s apartment. Your eyes follow the string tied to the door knob, leading to confetti poppers that just created a huge mess on the floor. Having only been dating for a month, you were struggling to get used to his childish habits. When he invited you over, you thought that he actually wanted to have a nice date, not pull a stupid prank.

“Dammit Yu! Can’t you fucking grow up! You are 24, acting like a 14 year old! I’m so tired of you acting like this all the time! Can’t you act like an adult every once in a while?” You raise your voice, seeing the confused look on his face.

“Why would I want to do that? Being an adult is so boring. It’s all ‘blah blah blah, taxes, I have a mortgage to pay’ That is torture. There is nothing fun about being an adult.” He crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out at you. Seeing his defiance and bratty attitude, something snapped in your mind.

Gripping his jaw, you force him to look you in the eyes. “Nothing fun? Oh my sweet, stupid, little bitch. You don’t know how wrong you are.” Slowly, his tongue slips back into his mouth, clearly interested in this new side to you.

“Huh? Like what? Name one good thing about being an adult?” His voice waivers slightly.

Enjoying the vulnerable state you have him in, you palm him through his sweatpants. Soft whimpers slip past his spit-soaked lips, not used to another person touching him.

“Ah. A virgin? Figures. Who would want to fuck someone so immature. I absolutely refuse to do such a disturbing thing. It’s almost like actually fucking a teenager.” Grinning at him, you back away, acting as if you are going to clean up the mess he had made.

“But... I am an adult. You can touch me.” He reaches for your hand, desperate to get you to come back and continue touching him. “If… If I promise that I won’t prank you all the time, will you please keep touching me?” His eyes are wide, tears already clinging to his lower lashes.

“Aww. Are you going to cry? That’s so cute. Crying just because you want me to touch you. I’ll think about it. I can’t just touch you now. You have to prove it to me.” You cross your arms and shake your head disapprovingly.

Cleaning up the mess for real this time, you leave him to his own devices. Picking up the bits of streamers left you sweating. Tossing your jacket on the couch, you take the scraps to the trash can.

Your undershirt clings to your sweaty body, and you look around for your boyfriend. He lays on his stomach on the couch, using your discarded jacket as a pillow. Assuming that he was going to take a nap, you start dismantling the string and confetti poppers.

It wasn’t until you actually started listening that you heard him. Labored breaths are joined with a faint sound of fabric rubbing together. You peak over the couch, seeing him grind pathetically against the cushion, using your jacket to muffle his noises.

“You desperate whore. Gross. You’re drooling all over my stuff.” You shake your head, seeing multiple wet patches along the fabric. The largest patch is where his teeth hold the material, but a few smaller patches appear where his tears have been falling. “Cumming on the couch. Do you have no shame?” You ask, trying to hide how attractive you found him at that moment. Drool and tears staining his face as he looks at you with eyes of pure lust.

He shakes his head and releases the jacket. “Show me what is so good about being an adult. Please. I want to learn. And to make you want to touch me.” His voice came out weak and broken, melting any former anger that you may have had for him.

“Sit up for me then, pretty boy.” You nudge him to rest his legs on the floor, freeing his throbbing cock, precum smeared all along his shaft from his attempts to make himself cum. You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, seeing how red the underside has gotten from rutting against the rough fabric of his sweats.

Inspecting him, you start to learn where he is the most reactive. Finding that he adored the feeling of you delicately touching the head of his cock. He feels hot and heavy in your hand, pulsing and twitching as you stroke up and down his full length.

“Ah I’m- oh…” His voice is high and whiny as you ease him towards his release before stopping and letting it fade away. “Don’t stop… please. I could cum if you just move your hand up to the tip. I can’t cum without you touching me there.” His lust clouded mind still hasn’t processed that was your plan. Denying him until he can’t think, getting him right to the edge until he cries for you. And just when he thinks he may die from need, you will finally keep going.

Leaning down, you clean all the precum that has dripped past the head, careful not to let your tongue touch his most sensitive spots.

Slowly, he realizes what you were doing, and he jerks his hips, trying to get any kind of contact on his cum coated tip.

“Tastes good. And hearing you cry only makes this more enjoyable for me. So be good and don’t hide your tears.” You give him a wink, moving your attention even lower. His balls were larger and heavier than you thought they would be. It made it a bit more difficult for you when you tried to take them both in your mouth. You let your drool slick them up, relishing in the way he reacted.

Being your good boy, he listened to you, letting his tears stream down his face as he sat on his hands to keep from touching himself. As you hollow your cheeks, you feel him start twitching. Letting them out of your mouth with a pop, you watch as his head falls back in frustration. His hair falls in his face as he lets out a broken sob.

“You are doing so well. Isn’t it fun doing things that only adults can do?” You quirk an eyebrow, waiting to see if he can answer you. After a few moments of no response, you cup his cheek. “Yu sweety, can you speak? Or should I stop?” You ask gently, a bit worried that you went too far. His eyes shoot open.

“Don’t stop. I think I will explode if you do.” His whole body felt as if it was on fire. The coil in his stomach feels as if it is suffocating him.

Taking mercy on his trembling form, you decide he has had enough teasing. Slowly pumping his full length, you loosen your grip when you get to the head.

“I’ll let you cum. Don’t worry.” You hadn’t noticed how much your mouth was watering at the sight of him. Hovering over the tip, you let your spit mix with his cum. Based on the way that left him whimpering, you knew he would only last a few seconds longer. Your lips wrap around him, tongue swirling and swiping his slit. His hands move to the back of your head, unsure of what to do with them.

His fingers tangle in your hair, trying to hold onto reality as you let yourself sink lower onto him. The second his tip pushes into your throat, he is cumming. Apologies fall from his lips as you pull away, his cum and your drool leaving you connected.

Swallowing what you can, you try to silence him. “You did nothing wrong. I wanted to taste your delicious cum. But you still seem pretty hard. Do you want more? You said you can’t cum without touching your tip, but I think I can make you cum buckets by using your tight little asshole.”

At your words, he feels himself become even more excited, the thought of you teaching him different ways to get off made him think that being an adult wasn’t really as bad as he thought it was.

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[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲

True Love’s Kiss

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 4.1K

@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.

A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???

You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.

Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.

I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.

Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.

You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.

You liked most of his exes.

Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.

Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.

Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’

‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.

Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.

Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.

However today you had enough.

You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.

Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.

Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.

You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.

You were dead wrong.

If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.

Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.

When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.

As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.

Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.

You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.

Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.

“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.

So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.

Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.

“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.

She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”

She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.

Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.

“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”

“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.

Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.

You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.

Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.

“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.

“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.

“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.

“You weren’t right for the position!”

“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”

“I’m not jealous of you!”

“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”

“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!” 

“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.

Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.

“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”

A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.

The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.

“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.

As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.

***

To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.

You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.

As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.

When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.

“She’s on a mission for a week.”

“A mission? Who’s with her?”

“No one. It’s a solo mission.”

Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.

He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.

But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.

Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.

But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.

“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”

“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”

“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”

“I don’t know...”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.

Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.

“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.

“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”

“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.

“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”

He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.

“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.

“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”

“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.

***

You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.

As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.

It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.

“What the hell did you do!”

She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”

“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”

“AND?!”

“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”

“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.

“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.

“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”

“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.

He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.

“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.

“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”

“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.

You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.

“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”

“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”

You needed to get in there.

You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”

And then you rushed in.

When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.

You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.

The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.

So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.

Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.

Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face. 

His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”

You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”

***

Bonus:

You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.

It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.

“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.

“Thank god.” She croaked out.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.

“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.

Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.

“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.

She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.

You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.

The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.

***

Bonus bonus:

Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.

Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.

“All this over a boy?”

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I’m Sorry | K’Andre Miller

Summary: You and K’Andre have a very big fight.

Warnings: Couple fighting, talk of being drunk, use of the word “Puck Bunny”, slightly toxic relationship behaviors, punching a wall, breaking a vase, make up sex, oral (f), unprotected sex.

A|N: Requested by @hockeyjunkieblog I sincerely apologize for how long this took me to do and I hope you enjoy🖤 Also I apologize for any mistakes.  (Pictures for the moodboard came from Pinterest… I do not own them.)

“K'andre, get back here!! We are NOT done talking about this.” You yell at him from across the apartment as you chase after him, begging him not to turn his back on you. “Oh yes we are.” He yelled back. “I have practice and I’m not about to take your bad attitude with me to work. Goodbye.” He slammed the door in your face. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You scream punching the wall.

Part of you wanted to run after him, follow him to the arena if you had to, until he stopped acting like a 5 year old and talked to you. But now, now you were pissed and there was no way you were going to let him get off that easily especially since he just slammed the door in your face. “You know what fuck off.” You yell throwing whatever was closest to you against the living room wall, which just so happened to be a vase of flowers he had gotten you last week. You growl and leave the mess. Today was not going to be a good day.

As you drive into work you notice your bloody and bruised knuckles from punching the wall. Shit. you think to yourself. You and K’andre had had some fights before but nothing like this. The one night you chose not to go out with him after a game, and of course that one night some girl chose to be all over him at the bar and it got back to you. You just wanted to talk about it like an adult, but something about you asking him if anything else happened, asking him if you weren’t enough anymore was not the right thing to ask. He hadn’t spoken to you in days and every time you tried to talk to him like a civilized person it turned into a fight. “Why can’t you just trust me? What have I ever done to make you believe you aren’t enough?” the words echoed in your ear as you pulled into work knowing it was going to be a hell of a day.

“Bro Key Wtf is wrong with you today?” Kreids asks as they skate off the ice. There was silence as K’andre tried to figure out what to say. “I dunno Cap, I've been in this fight with my girl and I think I may have fucked up.” he admits for the first time in days. “What happened?” Kreids asks him. K’andre sighed. “The other night when we went out after that big win. She didn’t want to go out, which I understood she had had a long day at work, so she told me to go and she would be at home when I got there. Well I had too much to drink and I let this girl at the bar get a little too handsy with me and of course it was a headline the next morning and she got it sent to her a million times, even though she knows she’s my one and only and I would never cheat on her, she was hurt and I get it but I was still pretty fucked up the next morning and she kept asking me if anything else happened and if she wasn’t enough for me anymore and I lost my shit even though she was trying to be an adult about it and just get to the bottom of it, I lost it man; like I had actually done something wrong and now I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually left my ass. I was so immature and I don’t know how to fix it because everytime she brings it up I just see red.” K’andre says as he hangs his head.

Chris shook his head. “Bro..This is tough but you need to talk to her like a man and if you love her like you say you do and like I know you do, she needs to know that you can’t just assume she knows that she’s your ride your die okay you need to prove that to her and if she’s asking you if she’s not enough for you anymore there must me a reason she is asking that. Just talk to her dude.” Kreids says, slapping Key on the shoulder. K’andre knew his Captain was right but the question was how was he going to get you to talk to him; especially after this morning.

You thought about this fight all day. You got off work and headed home. You grabbed a few things and went to stay at your best friend's house for a few days, give Key some time to cool off before you two tried to figure things out. Maybe that would do him some good. When K’andre got home that night the lights were all off. He rolled his eyes as he turned on the light but as soon as he saw the broken vase all over the floor he knew things were bad and he knew he really fucked up. “Where are you? I wanna talk? please” he texted. You knew you shouldn’t answer, you knew you should give him time but you answered. “At Y\BFN...I’ll be there in a bit. If you really want to talk.” you say. Something about the fact that you weren’t coming home right away and that you had intended to stay at your friend's house made him angry all over again and all those words of advice that Chris had given him earlier had gone out the window. Even though he knew you had tried to talk to him reasonably but he just didn’t want to listen.

As soon as you walked through the door you knew there was no conversation going to be had and it would be an instant fight. Just by the look on his face. “If you're going to yell at me I'm just going to go. I don’t wanna do this anymore Key. I’m tired of fighting with you. I love you but I just can’t do this.” you say. There was silence as he processed your words. “Key, say something, please.” you beg him. “I want to know what I have EVER done to make you feel like you're not enough, or like I can’t be trusted.” he demands as he steps to you. You swallow hard. “Key.. it’s not.” you stop yourself. “It’s not what? You wanted to talk so what’s stopping you all of a sudden?” his voice was almost a growl.

You absolutely hated fighting with him. When you did it was usually over something stupid and the two of you were usually over it in a couple hours but this fight had turned into something completely different and it scared you.

You let out a large sigh looking away from him. K’Andre hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you walked in the door. The first thing he noticed was the sadness in your beautiful eyes and the second thing was your bruised knuckles. How had he let this fight get here? “Key.” You whisper. There is an intense silence between you both and you just want this over with. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, you’ve never given me a reason not to trust you, it’s just that when I got this article sent to me “Rangers star parties hard.” And here’s some tramp hanging all over you where I should have been it just makes me wonder and then when I want to have an adult conversation about what happened you start yelling at me like I’m the reason you had some tramp on your arm and you refuse to just talk to me like an adult and say “baby I’m sorry, I was a little drunk and some puck bunny got a little to comfortable and I shouldn’t have let her.” That’s all I wanted to hear, Key was I’m sorry. That's it.” You have begun to cry. You can’t even look at him.

Man did he feel like an asshole right now. He stepped towards you. He was standing so close to you now but yet he still seemed so damn far away. You still hadn’t looked at him and his heart was breaking. His hand reached up, long fingers caressed your cheek and you melted into his touch. He lifts your chin making you look up at him for what felt like the first time in days. You held his gaze. He licks his lips. “I am sorry, baby.” he whispers. You sob. That was all you wanted to hear. “Hey hey it’s okay.” he pulls you into his chest. “I love you baby so much and I'm sorry I'm such an idiot sometimes and I can’t see ….” you shut him up with a kiss. You feel his whole body relax into yours.

“I love you too, K’andre. More than anything.” you find his lips on yours again. And you know the fight has ended. A soft moan leaves your lips as he sweeps you up in his arms and carries you towards your shared bedroom. A trail of clothes left behind in the halls as you went. He laid you down on the bed gently, leaving a trail of kisses up and down your body. Sweet little sounds leave your perfect lips as he worships your body with his. “I feel like I don’t tell you this enough baby girl, and I'm sorry but you are my everything, my world and what I have with you is everything I’ve ever wanted.” His words stop as he’s hovering over you, chain dangling on your chest. The cold touch of the metal against your warm skin makes you shiver.

You run your fingers over his cheek. “I know Key, I love you so much and I'm sorry for nagging you about your night out, I know that you are mine and I love you so much, more every single day for all the love you have shown me.” you whisper. A little smirk crosses his lips. “I'm all yours huh?” he smirks and you laugh. “For as long as you want me.” you whisper, biting his lip between your teeth. He lets out a loud unholy groan and you know the time for sweet talk has ended. “Mmm Forever and Always baby.” he grins against your skin as his lips trail down your body.

You wiggle beneath him. He pins you down with his massive body above yours. You reach for him as you find him between your legs. “Oh Key!” you moan loudly. “That’s it my sweet girl, let them hear you, let all the neighbors know my name.” he growls as he looks up at you from between your thighs and you can’t help the moan that leaves your lips as he puts the magic tongue of his to work. “I appreciate you so much baby and it’s about time I showed you just how much.” He whines and the vibrations from his words against your core makes you beg for him again.

“Ohhh K’Andreeeee.” You moan loudly, fingers tangled in his hair tugging gently. “Come on baby cum for me.” He demands adding a long finger to his tongue giving just enough pressure to send you spiraling into your orgasm. “Fuck Key.” You call to him, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking around him. “Fuck baby you taste so fucking good.” He moans against your skin as he leaves a trail of soft kisses back up your body until he reaches your lips and lets you taste yourself and you whine.

“I want to feel you inside me, Key please.” You beg him. He smirks above you. “As you wish my love.” He whispers and before you can say anything he reaches between your bodies and guides himself slowly into you. You arch your hips into him as you both groan. He starts off slowly gently savoring each sound and every movement and every breath. He had missed the way your body reacted to his the last few days since you’d been in the fight. The way you two fit so perfectly together, knew what each other needed without words.

“Come on Key, pick up the pace please.” You beg him you need him. His hand grips your thigh as you wrap your leg around him pushing him deeper. He moans loudly and increases the pace just like you asked. His fingers tangle with yours on the mattress as he holds you still beneath him and he keeps increasing the pace sliding in out of you so effortlessly. “Damn babe you fit me so fucking good, fuck.” He can feel you tightening around him and he knows you're close. He pulls you to him supporting you both with his massive thighs and you ride him. “Cum baby.” He demands and you have no choice but to do what you're told. You bite his lip as you cum for him. “Fuckkkkk.” He calls as he cums with you.

The two of you collapse on to the bed, sweaty and breathless. Key stroking your face with his long fingers. “I love you.” You whisper. He kisses your nose. “I love you more.” He smirks as the two lay there talking. “Let’s not fight like that again, okay.” He says as he’s kissing your bruised knuckles. You smirk. “Sounds good to me, even though I didn’t mind the make-up part” you giggle. “Yeah me either.” He laughs as he starts kissing you again and you knew the make-up part was just beginning.

The End 🖤

[cinnamonest]

Genshin Impact Yandere HCs - Venti

Venti is among the worst yans you could have in almost every area - obsessiveness, temper, tendencies for force or violence - but you would never know it. He's deceptively dangerous.

Not necessarily due to just his raw power, but his deceptive abilities. Being alive as long as he has, you learn to lie and act flawlessly.

His physical appearance and status in Mondstadt only helps out with this - I mean, look at him, he's just a cute guy with a baby face, a cheery personality and loved by all of the people there, he would never hurt anyone.

Unfortunately, the looks match his true nature to some extent - he's got an immature, childish streak, and this creates a tendency for jealousy and shamelessness in acting out to get what he wants. And he's very used to getting what he wants, to a point that he won't accept anything less.

People won't judge him as harshly as they would someone who looks more mature and masculine - he can pull off pouting, whining, grabbing you by the sleeve and dragging you off mid-conversation with someone else, and get away with it, so long as he flashes you a cute smile and apologizes. And really, it's hard to be mad at him, he's so cheery and cute. You end up giving into his demands whenever he get passive-aggressively pouty. Outside of matters pertaining to you, he's normally a little more mature, too proud to resort to such measures, but he knows you're weak to that sort of act, and he'll do whatever works best.

He's actually somewhat insecure about the aforementioned aspect of his appearance, though - didn't girls like manly, big, strong guys, guys like Diluc or Kaeya? He has a soft face and a high voice and he worries about how you perceive him. He'll attempt to make up for it in other ways - showing off his competence, his knowledge, his prowess, even going so far as to maybe arrange a few monsters in your travel path so he can heroically show up just in time to eliminate them, to protect you, to prove he's just as battle-ready as any of those bigger, stronger-looking guys.

He's almost like an annoying little brother, if it weren't for the fact that he was an adult - way older than you, technically. But his attitude is more like that, constantly wanting to know what you're doing, what you're reading, who you were with, even when you just really, REALLY could use some alone time. And his tactics are very much akin to a little sibling too - if you so much as suggest for him to, you know, leave you alone, he'll get this sad expression, mumble something as his eyes water, waiting for you to inevitably crack and change your mind, at which point he'll simply bounce back as if it hadn't happened.

And above all, he's got a little hidden arrogance deep down, even if it never really shows externally. He's basically a god. He's better than anyone else that could throw themselves your way, especially some sleazy mortal. It's preposterous that you'd even look at the others, laugh at their jokes, smile at them, that sort of thing should be reserved for worship for someone who deserves it. That, too, is an immature side of his - his thought process is very direct, if he wants something, he should have it, because he deserves it.

Finally, he's got a polarity in him that can switch back and forth with ease - his anger is a sudden snap, not a gradual rise, and it will go as quickly as it came, leaving you in an emotional whiplash and almost wondering if you imagined it. He's very good at holding in his negative emotions, but push him too far, and he's actually one of the most likely yanderes to actually directly kill an innocent rival (not that he perceives them as innocent, of course), or potentially put you in serious danger. He's fully confident in his ability to save you, so it doesn't matter how deadly the force he might stick in your path is - really, the more frightening, the better. Maybe you'll take his advice to stay within the safety of the walls, and abandon your travels. Especially after all those friends of yours were killed or went missing in such quick succession. 

You'll believe him, with that sweet voice and precious smile. Every time you try to leave Mondstadt, the wind seems to get really fierce.

[linkspooky]

Gojo and Mahito

Nanami and Gojo share several parallels as pointed out by Nanami in Chapter 22 of Jujutsu Kaisen. A connection between the two of them that’s developed to the point where we see Mahito steal a technique from Gojo (domain expansion activation for only a few microseconds) in the latest chapter. More on the parallels of Gojo and Mahito, because for both of them there’s more than meets the eye. 

1. Children with Too Much Power

Mahito parallels Gojo, but more specifically I believe he has the most in common with teenage Gojo we see in Hidden inventory. Especially on two key points. Both of them had immense strength that they hadn’t quite figured out yet.

Teenage Gojo, who was still figuring out the infinity and could not yet quite make the universe bend at the snap of his finger tips. In his introductory arc when Mahito was fighting Nanami, he was like a child figuring out how to use his body for the first time. 

Everything he does in that arc is out of a childish sense of curiosity. He gets to close to Junpei, to observe what will happen from prolonged interaction with a human. He toys around a long time with fighting Nanami because he’s still figuring out how his curse technique works. 

Unlike the other curses who seem to already exist knowing what they are, or have existed for years already long enough to figure themselves out, Mahito is actively learning about himself when he fights Nanami. 

Just like Gojo, being pushed to the brink of death by an incredibly powerful enemy, only seems to make Mahito bounce back stronger. Mahito and Gojo parallel each other in their comparison to Nanami. Simply put, Nanami is the most mature character in the series, he’s the role model for a normal, decent adult. 

While Gojo will drag children to battlefields, or take big bets with their lives, Nanami acts much more responsibility, with respect to the fact that Yuji is a child whose emotional well being he’s nurturing. 

Nanami is introduced to us as the opposite of Gojo, someone mature while Gojo is immature. He even says that he doesn’t respect him in the least bit. Gojo’s powerful, but he’s not grown up. Nanami even explains this quite logically, people don’t grow up by fighting bad guys, or getting stronger. People grow up by accumulating experiences. 

Gojo and Mahito are all powerful in ways that Nanami will never be, while at the same time they act like children. Especially teenage Gojo, but even adult Gojo doesn’t really like to get along well with other people, and decides everything based on his own emtoions and perspective. In other words both Gojo and Mahito have a tendency to be egocentric. 

Egocentric. 

thinking only of oneself, without regard for the feelings or desires of others; self-centered. 

2. The World Through Their Eyes

Mahito and Gojo are characters who appear childish and frivolous on the surface, but if you plunge their depths they have a deeper understanding of themselves and their desires than most ofther characters in the series. They might not get other people, but that’s not their priority either. In classic Jungian symbolism, shallow water belies greater depths. 

Gojo and Mahito are both extremely well thought characters, capable of immense amounts of self reflection. (Probably too much self reflection in Gojo’s case, he just loves looking at himself in the mirror a little too much how vain.) It not only shows in how much of themselves they have figured out but also their jujutsu. I think it’s safe to say that there is some resemblance between the infinity, and Mahito’s idle transifguration. Their Jujutsu makes them both privvy to the world that no one else can see. It’s unknown what Gojo can see with the six eyes exactly, but considering the limitless. 

You can infer that he’s capable of seeing much greater sensory perception than the normal person. Mahito doesn’t have the six eyes, but because his jujutsu is about altering the form of the soul, he has the unique ability to see the shape of the soul inside of the body.

Mahito can see through people’s bodies, and see down to their souls. However, his perceptiveness has caused him to give up on the idea that people have any individuality at all, that they have “hearts” you know like, thoughts and feelings and stuff. Which is why all humans are pretty much interchangable to him. Mahito can’t see life separate as him from having any particular value. 

Both of their cursed techniques create distance between themselves and others. Though in opposite ways. Gojo’s cursed technique is based around the idea that nothing can reach him, because it will always slow down in the infinite space between them. Mahito is able to completely change the shape of whatever he wants with one touch. 

However, at the same time this resembles how they both interact with other people. Mahito sees people as nothing more than toys to play with and experiment in developing his jujutsu technique on. He even is literally pictured in an official color illustration as destroying Junpei, Nobara, and Nanami as torn up dolls. They were just toys that he got bored with and threw away. 

Gojo can sometimes even share this tendency, not to mercilessly kill and slaughter of course not, but to be so far away from other people, and too busy perceiving the infinity that he can’t get caught up in ordinary lives. Remember, Mahito, Jogo and Hanami’s plan was to shake up Gojo with the sheer amount of people he would have to save in Shibuya, and it just... didn’t work. 

Gojo just isn’t that shaken up by the people he can’t save. He’s not Geto. He’s not Yuji. Of course he cares enough to try and minimize the damage, he could have just used unlimited domain to end the situation at the cost of everybody gathered, but he made a decision to try to balance between everybody’s lives, protecting his own, and exorcising the curses. 

Mahito and Gojo are both extremely distant from other people, but because of that they have a unique understanding of themlseves. Mahito’s domain expansion is called “Self Embodiment of Perfection.” When Gojo figures out reverse Jutsushiki he quotes the budha when he reached enlightenment. 

They are extremely isolated characters who have others plumbed the depths of themselves. Gojo’s goal is to be the best version of himself he can be, to push himself into being the strongest. Their individual will is so strong they want to impose it on the world around them. Gojo wants to reset the jujutsu world, Mahito wants a world of curses. 

They both encourage the other people around them to also think deeper about themselves, and how to evaluate themselves. Gojo tells Mahito to stop repressing himself for the sake of others. To try to be stronger individually instead of more of a team player. Instead of judging those around you, look inwardly. 

Mahito is furious that Yuji doesn’t evaluate himself, doesn’t think deeply about his own motivations. That’s what he criticizes Yuji for constantly, he doesn’t think for himself, he runs blindly into fights. Mahito calls their fight a clash of truth. Yuji has to know his own self, and know his belifs and know why his beliefs are better than Mahito’s if he wants to face him. 

Mahito and Gojo are both always looking inside of themselves, and that’s why their depths go much further than their seemingly shallow surface. If I were to make one last comparison between the two of them, I would say that the reason Mahito imitates Gojo is because his end goal is to become enlightened. What Mahito wants, is to be true to his nature, the truest embodiment of a curse in the series. He wants to reach an enlightenment like Gojo has where he has himself, his role in the world, completely and totally figured out. Where he embodies his own idealized sense of perfection. 

Which is why he imitates Gojo, the strongest. Though his is the opposite path, like a reflection of a mirror. If Gojo uses his power to be the model, the embodiment of a jujutsu sorcerer who exorcises curses to save human lives, then Mahito chooses to be the embodiment of a curse that plagues humans.

Mahito and Gojo both see through things, they can see what everybody else can’t, however they differ in how they use those perceptions. Gojo tethers himself to responsibility to other people, because he finds meaning in doing that, he thinks there’s a point in protecting and nurturing the weak because eventually he’ll be able to find strong comrades. Mahito however, believes in the opposite of camraderie. He can see through other people, so he acts like they’re not even there. Gojo is a character who while his tendency is to try do everything on his own, is currently waiting rescue from the strong comrades he focused so hard into training. While Mahito will most likely end up alone.