#but this time around i will be doing a gift :]

[yizhouism]

— bf!caleb headcanons;

trust that this man will not leave you alone. you want space? "sure," he says while taking one step away from you

he is LOCKED in and he will not let you go, i fear. should have ran away when you had the chance, when he was still willing to let you go... because now that's he's had you? yeah... sorry but it's till death with him! beyond that even (wink wink)

you can't stand him anymore? he'll tell you to sit on his face

you're tired of him? "no, you're not pipsqueak! you just need a nap"

always pulls the "sorry, my gf said i can't go card". like, it's to the point that everyone thinks you're an overprotective and controlling gf

you're not! he's the problem!!! he's the obsessed one!!!

time and time again you've told him to hang out with his friends more but noooooo, why would he want to spend his friday nights getting wasted with his friends when he can spend the night cuddling with you? do you not care about him anymore? do you want other girls to flirt with him at the bar? he's going to spend the whole night wishing he was in your arms anyway so don't make him go. pretty please? *cue the puppy dog eyes*

caleb clings to you like a koala. he's not just velcroed to you—he's superglued to you

a hand on your waist, playing with your fingers, squeezing your thigh, gently kicking your feet with his, his head on your shoulder, his head on your lap, backhugs whenever you're both standing, his fingers playing with your hair, a kiss to your shoulders, your cheeks, the back of your hand

speaking of physical affection, he likes to bite you! not in a possessive way (contrary to popular belief), he just has a severe case of gigil (cuteness aggression) whenever it comes to you

it's neverending and the most endearing part is that he doesn't even realize that he does it 🥹

but he will ease up if you ever express discomfort. after all, this man's first priority is your comfort and safety

he sees you pouting and not only does he want to kiss your lips but he also wants to munch on your cheeks. they're just so cute all puffed up like that, so can you really blame him?

caleb who can't help but notice how much of your stuff is themed around apples and planes—all reminders of him

when he finally noticed just how much you look for him in every aspect of your life, his heart just melted into a puddle. caleb is the type who always needs to feel needed, so to know that you need his presence to the point that most of your things are a testament to his being? yeah... he's a goner. he's never felt so loved before? god knows you're in for a long night of him worshipping you 🤞

the fighter plane keychain that hangs from your bag? your apple-themsd kitchenware? the map of skyhaven that decorates the wall above your couch? your apple-themed accessories—all of it makes him giddy

"you're love me a lot, don't ya pips?" he says teasingly, only for you to reply with a quiet but certain "i do"

it's so certain and so sure, and your eyes are looking at him with so much adoration, as if he painted the stars in the sky himself—it's just too much for his poor heart to handle that he finds himself hiding his face in the crook of your neck

caleb is not shy about letting people know he's taken. i mean... he wears the necklace you got him like a collar so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

he wears your apple-themed hair ties around his wrist (this is canon! see: longtime yesterday)

the type to always find a way to mention his girlfriend no matter what the topic of the conversation is

"you know, my girlfriend—" "we get it caleb, shut up!"

also always has a spare sanitary napkin or tampon on him. anything you might need, he has on him

if y'all started dating in highschool, i feel like he'd also be the type to order extra sets of his sports jerseys just to gift to you

nothing gets him going like seeing "xia, 05" plastered all over your back (caleb was player no. 5 in his highschool basketball team)

the type to run to you after every game and scoop you up in a big hug despite being all sweaty

"ugh, caleb, you're sweaty!" "oh hush, i know you love it, pips."

aaaand, he's not wrong 😞 there's just something so endearing to you about being the first person he runs to after every big win—like you're the prize instead of the trophy they just won

and to him, you are. you're the best prize—the best thing, best person in his life

[gothamundernightlight]

I know we as a fandom don’t talk enough about the Batkids acknowledging how old Bruce is getting, but something I think we talk about EVEN LESS is the Batkids acknowledging Dick getting older.

Like Dick is pushing 30 in canon at this point, and realistically cannot do the same things he was doing as a kid. There is a reason a lot of athletes retire young, and Dick’s life has been brutal on his body, so eventually it’ll catch up with him.

Imagine if you will some random new JL/Titans recruit meeting Nightwing and asking “Is it true you can do a quadruple somersault?”

And Dick has to wince and say “I used to, but not anymore.”

Imagine the Batkids hearing that? Imagine everyone who saw him grow up hearing Dick acknowledge he is getting older and can’t do the same things he did in his youth. Imagine how they feel about their own age. Imagine the grief Dick must feel at knowing he’s losing the gifts his parents bestowed upon him, and the fact he’s out-aged them both.

Imagine Bruce painfully acknowledge (in his head because it’s illegal for him to emote aloud) that not only is he getting older, but his first child, his SON, is now the same age he was when Bruce took Dick in.

Imagine Dick picking the smaller option out on ice cream trips because his body can’t handle sugar the way it used to, or eating less in general because his metabolism has slowed down.

Imagine the Batkids sparring and Dick has to tap out because he can’t keep up with them all for as long anymore. Like he can’t keep still do a lot, and handle himself in a fight, but he is not showing off with flips the same way he used to.

Imagine the day one of the Batkids spots gray hair on Dick’s head, or realize that the lines on his face are just a little deeper than they used to be?

Babs keeps calling him the Boy Wonder as a private joke, but the boyish charm that Dick once had has since faded. He’s a grown man, and while at heart he still is the kid that brought light back to Gotham, his outside reflects the life they’ve lived and shared together, which didn’t just pass by in the blink of an eye.

And Jason pretends he doesn’t care, but realizes that Dick isn’t the same 16-year old kid that Bruce put on a pedestal. That he, out of all their siblings, saw Dick the most when he was in his prime, and that his older brother is just a little more fragile than he used to be.

And Tim thinks back to the days of him stalking Batman and Robin before, pulling out those old photos and realizing just how much Dick has aged. When did that happen, he wonders, and how much more will Dick change as he gets older?

Cass, Steph, and Duke acknowledge that Dick Grayson grew up, and left behind a legacy for them to fill, but they’ll always wonder what he was like when he was younger, and wonder how much longer he’ll be around. Bruce has been doing this vigilante schtick for 20+ years, but will Dick still be doing this when he’s Bruce’s age?

Damian takes it the hardest. He can’t look at Dick without thinking of him as the same Grayson who was his Batman, but the truth is, he’s not the same. His old portraits of Dick bear witness to that, with each one just a little different because time is not frozen to Dick the way it is with Ra’s and Talia. Damian privately grieves everyone he comes to care about in advance because death has surrounded him his whole life and eventually despite Dick’s promises that he’ll always be there for Damian, a day is coming when that promise will be broken.

But yeah. Older Dick Grayson. I have thoughts on this.

(Anyways don’t mind me. Just coming to terms with being the same age canonically as my childhood hero.)

[thedeathlysallows]

18+ possessive!Bucky that likes to beg. what else is there to say really? lol

"Well? What do you think?" You do a little spin, the fabric of the dress twirling around you. Your smile is absolutely beaming as you smooth your hands over your new gift. "Thor said it's traditional Asgardian clothes worn on Eostre. The Spring Equinox."

Bucky swallows thickly, unsure how to answer your question. The dress is made from a pale pink fabric that's so thin there's no inch of you left to the imagination. Each of your curves are accentuated beautifully. If the way his cock stirs in his pants is any indication then he certainly likes it, but the idea of anyone else seeing you in this dress has him turning a little green. Jealousy rages in his gut, nasty and mean.

"Buck?" And you're suddenly so self conscious as you say his name that Bucky wants to kick himself. Your bright smile wavers slightly and you blink back tears. "Oh, it looks bad, doesn't it? I told Thor it wouldn't fit me the same as women in Asgard but he wouldn't listen-"

"You look beautiful, doll. Really." Bucky finally manages to find his voice in the midst of your rambling. He wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs until you fall into his lap. "Did Thor get to see you?"

You shake your head, cheeks heating up in a shy blush. "No. Only you."

You're damn right only me, Bucky wants to say.

And so he does.

He says it and watches the way your breath catches in your throat while your thighs clench together reflexively. Your fingers grip the front of his Henley for dear life as his metal hand crawls under the hem of your pretty dress and strokes your bare skin. Heat rolls off Bucky in waves, all but consuming you.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," Bucky purrs in your ear. You're quick to do as he says, earning a low moan from him. "Oh, good girl."

Bucky slips a finger between your folds, finding your clit and rubbing soft circles. You jerk at the initial sensation before relaxing into his familiar touch. He's always so good to you. So eager to please. Your head falls onto his shoulder while he plays with you, teasing you until you're a whimpering mess in his lap.

"That's my girl." Bucky kisses your forehead, trailing his lips to your neck where he bites down over and over. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that there will be a mark by the time he's finished. "My beautiful girl."

You whine out his name and a small, "please."

He grins widely. "Do you need something?"

"Buckyyy..."

"C'mon, use your words like a good girl and maybe I'll let you have what you want." Bucky takes this opportunity to sink two fingers inside your slick cunt, pumping them in and out of you slowly. He loves the way you squeal and squirm on top of him.

You bite down on his shoulder, muffling a loud moan. "You know what I want."

A laugh rumbles through his chest, sending vibrations all through your body. "Then take it, doll."

He lifts his hips enough for you to tug the waistband of his pants and boxers down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. You're practically drooling at the sight, desperate to have him inside you. Bucky, reading every emotion that flits across your face, grips your hips as you sink down on him. He watches in pure awe as he disappears inside you inch by inch.

"Oh, fuck, you're so good to me." Bucky buries his face in your tits, licking and kissing at the skin your dress leaves exposed. "So good."

Bucky could stay like this forever with his cock buried deep inside you. He means every word he says about how good you are. How absolutely perfect you are. Because he loves you.

He loves you.

So.

Fucking.

Much.

"Please let me cum inside you," he begs softly in a sharp contrast to the way the tip of his dick pounds against your cervix as you bounce in his lap. "Please, sweetheart, please... oh, God, you feel so fucking good..."

"Bucky... yes..." You all but sob out the two words, pleasure curling tightly in your belly before washing over your body leaving you tingling all over.

Bucky lets out a broken moan before spilling inside you. He holds you in place, making sure you get every single drop.

Fuck, you're such a good girl.

Bucky can't get enough.

[slapmeshigaraki]

"You're pretty when you cry."

summary: uhhh meanie!rafayel likes it when you squirt...to put it simply

cw: pussy slapping, really condescending, slut shaming, daddy

"No no no more talking. You lost your speaking privileges." The usually soft-spoken boy was suddenly enraged, growling through his gritted teeth as he slammed his hips into you from behind, snaking his free hand around your body and covering your mouth.

"You should be thanking me, honestly. It's not like you deserve to feel good, do you? Brats shouldn't get to come at all. I'm doing you a favor, aren't I sweet?" Your muffled screams only made him fuck into you faster, your sticky skin smacking against his, creating such filthy sounds--god, it was all making him so painfully hard. Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes now as he forced your face down into the mattress, reveling in the way he could see every muscle in your back tense and contract whenever he pushed himself into you.

"Fuuuck, you're so wet, angel. You don't like this, do you? You getting off on being bullied? Only a slut would like that--you're not a slut, are you baby?" He released your mouth, anticipating an answer, but only moans left your lips.

"Answer me and don't fucking lie." His hips stilled at once, a few free fingers sliding down between your legs, threatening to slam down onto your clit if he didn't hear what he wanted to.

"No not a slut--fuckk please keep fucking me."

"Mmmmh see, princess that was a lie. Do you think a good girl's cunt would be this fucking nasty?" Without warning, he pulled out entirely, leaving your hole to clench around nothing as he placed a harsh slap onto your cunt. You screamed out at the sensation, quickly trying to force your legs closed, but it was no use, as Rafayel forced your thighs apart with one of his own.

"Don't try to run now. You wanted this remember. You were the one using this dirty fucking mouth to beg me earlier, 'pleaseee daddy, just touch me.' I'm touching you now, aren't I baby? What do we say when someone gives us a gift?."

"Thank you thank you..." Another hard smack landed on your clit, forcing a shriek out of your mouth.

"I said thank you!" You protested at the unwarranted punishment only to be met with another harsh spank.

"I heard you." He did, but that didn't mean he was going to stop. The way your cunt was soaking his fingers and the way little gasps left your lips each time he slapped your swollen clit was far too entertaining. It was only a matter of time before your struggled screeches turned into moans, your hips gently grinding back against his palm at every point of contact.

"Please..."

"Please what? What do you want, baby, hm? Come on use your big girl words."

"Please, can I cum?" He couldn't help but to laugh at the pathetic request.

"Be more specific. What do you want me to keep doing, huh? What is it exactly that's about to make you cum all over my fucking hand?"

"Please keep slapping my cunt, daddy." There it was... he had you right where he wanted you--gasping and writhing beneath his touch, making a little puddle of drool on the sheets, begging him to do something so degrading to you. He had won and Rafayel was anything but a humble champion.

"Aww of course I will, pretty girl. Go ahead and cum for me. Fuckkkk that's it. This pussy is so fucking sloppy for my fingers, come on. Give it to me, angel--it's mine...Shittt what a creamy mess." A few more smacks and you were cumming, tits smushed against the mattress, back arched, ass pressed back into Rafayel's fingers as incoherent little mumbles left your mouth. Much to his surprise though, you weren't just cumming from him slapping your clit--you were squirting. A stream of wetness covered your thighs and his torso, his eyes widened at the sight as he continued forcing his palm down against your flesh.

"Fuckkk you are sick. Making a puddle like this all over me--you tryna mark your territory or something, baby?" Before you could answer you felt his length slam past your entrance once again, somehow stretching you more than before as you quivered and shook, your orgasm still coursing through your body.

"Wait wait please--fuck slow down..." It was no use, his palm was against your mouth once more, your juices covering his skin, the taste of your own wetness soaking your lips.

"Speaking privileges revoked, once again. If you're not gonna use your mouth to say something smart, then you should just be quiet all together, huh? You're sick, aren't you? You're a nasty slut--let daddy give you your medicine, baby. Let me make you a good girl again." His grip on your face forced your back to arch even more than before, pulling you up from the mattress, your back against his chest. It wasn't until now that he saw your face, eyes low, hair glued to your forehead with sweat, your neck glistening from the spit that had dripped down past your lips--but it was the tears that he liked the most, the way your little wet eyelashes looked, the pouty pleading gaze... he could've came right then.

"Fuck...can I tell you something, sweet girl?" All you could do was sob and moan out against his palm.

"You're pretty when you cry." he whispered, placing the softest kiss to your wet cheek. "Make another mess for me, will you? I wanna see this pussy cry again too, angel."

a/n: okayyyy sorry for being MIA. full transparency, i started taking antidepressants a few weeks ago and they make me have like NO sex drive at all. until today i randomly thought about fucking rafayel, so i decided to fill one of my asks. anywayyyy hope you enjoy, specifically the person that asked for this. have a good day, lovelies xx

[neeeooon]

Hellooo! It's my first time ever asking a request like this 😅 Could you write headcannons for blue lock boys, how they would react to when "bridesmaids giving the groom sexy Polaroids of the bride throughout the night" like the trend in tiktok!! I'm curious about Barou, reo, rin, and yukimiya 👀 but you are welcome to add others as well!! Hehehe thanks!!

YES i’m sorry for the wait I HOPE YOU ENJOY 🤍

when your bridesmaids give them sexy polaroids

husband bllk x fem!reader. suggestive

barou shouei

-> he’s breaking a sweat after photo two and loosening his tie by photo three

-> protects those half-naked photos of you like it’s his only duty on this earth. will bite anyone’s hand off if they so much as breathe in his direction when he receives another polaroid of you

-> when you waltz over to your new husband, wrapping yourself around him in newlywed glee, it takes more restraint than he’s used to to keep his hands from wandering. especially in front of your friends and family

-> “you know exactly what you’re doing to me with these little photos, don’t you?” you give him an innocent look and kiss the lobe of his ear. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.. ;)”

mikage reo

-> eyes threaten to pop out of his head when your bridesmaid subtly slides a polaroid in front of him. a polaroid of you in a very inappropriate manner

-> when he catches your eye and sees you wink, he knows he’s in for a treat

-> has half a mind to call the reception off early so he can have you all to himself, but this is your wedding night, and he wants it to be perfect for you

-> turns out, he’s not the only one thinking this way. when you appear at his side, dragging him to the parking lot like teenagers sneaking out, you tell him that you asked your bridesmaids to stall for the remainder of the party before locking the car doors and hopping into his lap

itoshi rin

-> you’re acting nonchalant, trying to feign innocence about the explicit photos you and your bridesmaids took for your husband, but he misunderstands your innocence as ignorance

-> gently pulls you aside after receiving the first photo. “y/n, i know you love your friends, but…” and he gives you the photo. “i don’t want vulnerable photos of you being spread around on our wedding day.”

-> you find his concern adorable and decorate his cheeks with lipstick-covered kisses. “aw, honey! it was a surprise gift for you, no one else has seen them.”

-> he flushes bright pink at that. “oh.” “thank you for protecting me, though.” “um, you’re welcome.”

yukimiya kenyu

-> it’s a slow descend into madness for gentlemanly yukimiya

-> literally chokes on his champagne when he receives the first polaroid from your bridesmaid. she hands it over so coyly, like she doesn’t know she’s holding his demise in her hands

-> he’s all tight smiles throughout the night. cannot keep his eyes to himself, and thankfully people think it’s only because he’s admiring his new wife. while that’s mostly true, he’s mentally mapping out the shape of you beneath that dress

-> “ken?” “hm? yeah?” you give his thigh a gentle squeeze beneath the table and lean close so that your lips are near his ear. “you’re staring.” “sorry, darling. it’s hard not to with those images of you printed in my brain.”

[yujisdreamgirl]

husband!nanami who is also the father of your 2 children. dated for 6 years and married for 3–you couldn’t ask for anything more.

husband!nanami who is visibly confused during a conversation he had with his colleagues.

nanami usually avoids the break room whilst it was crowded. unfortunately, on a rare day that he’s forgotten to pick up his coffee from his favourite café, he had to walk into a break room full of a bunch of his coworkers talking about their children’s birthdays. they immediately turn to nanami who was standing in the corner and involved him in the conversation.

“it’s my daughter’s birthday soon. yeah i’m probably getting her one of those dolls and shit—she’s turning 5.” the suited up man takes a sip out of his coffee.

nanami nods apprehensively, wishing to leave the room already. “that’s nice. what are you getting for your wife?” he asks.

“what?” all four of his coworkers turned to look at him, and suddenly it felt like an episode of The Voice.

“…don’t you get your wife a gift when it’s your children’s birthdays??” the only time nanami is ever confused is when he does crossword puzzles. this.. is a whole different level.

his coworkers laugh at the absurd statement, some scoff and one pats nanami on the back.

—

nanami drives back home from work but he was more quiet than usual. he would typically turn the radio on and tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. the car however was dead silent.

“who doesn’t give their wife a gift..? tch.”

“do these young men even love their wives anymore? eugh.”

“y/n always seems really happy when i give her gifts on the girls’ birthday.. i can’t imagine not giving her any.”

—

he arrives home and parks in the garage, sighing and cracking his back before bursting through the door.

“i’m h—” before he could finish his sentence, his 3-year-old twin girls came running to hug him.

“daddy! daddy! you’re home!” they giggle and cling onto his legs as nanami leans over to place his hand on your back and kiss your lips. “hello my darlings,” he smiles.

“you’re home early.”

“just missed my girls a lot.”

—

it’s 11pm. the kids are asleep and you’ve done your skincare, the night lamp on as you lay in bed with your husband.

as you snuggle under the sheets, you suddenly feel big arms snake around your torso. you giggle and pull them closer to you before deciding to turn around and face the man beside you. you lay your head on his chest and he immediately caresses your back.

“my love?” nanami speaks up.

“yeeeees?” you sing. he holds you tighter now, before uttering: “you know how i give you a gift for the girls’ birthday?”

you smile softly at the memory—how could you forget? every birthday for three years, he always manages to surprise you with a gift. he treasures the day dearly. it’s your daughters’ birthday but it’s your birth-day.

“i just found out that not every father does that. at least.. my coworkers don’t.” you look up at him now, seeing his scrunched eyebrows and solemn pout—you can already tell it bothers him. “it’s absurd, isn’t it? what do you think?”

you hum, your eyes never leaving his expression. “to be honest, i’ve never witnessed someone do what you do. it’s not exactly common practice,”

nanami sighs, “i guess you’re right. i just love you so much, you know? i’ll keep showing my appreciation on the day that means a lot to me, to us. it’s the day we became a family and i.. i want to make sure you know how important you are, too.” his voice is soft, as though he's been carrying this thought for a while. you blink, the weight of his words settling in your chest. he doesn't say it often, but when he does, it’s clear he means every syllable.

a small laugh escapes you, touched by his sincerity. “i know, baby. and i’m thankful for it, for you.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you as if he’s trying to hold on to the moment. “me too, darling. more than you’ll ever know.”

͙͘͡★ dividers by @bernardsbendystraws & @cafekitsune 👔

[yoongelectric]

Signs - Lando Norris

— do your damn best to figure it out

pairing: lando norris x reader, established relationship

genre: angst, smut

warnings: p in v, oral (both receiving), fingering, miscommunication, insecurities, body image issues, praise kink, breeding kink, soft dom!lando, sub!reader

notes: I don't think I need to clarify this, but just in case, this is the reader's pov, what y/n describes is not necessarily what Lando feels or thinks!!!

Your relationship with Lando was new, you had started dating 3 months ago but you had made it official last month, everything was perfect, well, almost everything, Lando was an attentive, affectionate boyfriend, always remembering everything about you, doing the impossible to make you happy, surprising you with thoughtful gifts and making your life easier in every way. The conversations between you flowed easily, you could spend hours talking about any topic and laughing non-stop, you got along well with his friends and he with yours, everyone said you were made for each other and you thought so too.

The only problem between you was sex, Lando wasn't bad, quite the opposite, he always put your pleasure above his, making sure you came before him and he was very attentive during aftercare. The problem was that no matter what you did you didn't seem to be able to turn him on, to make him lose control, you weren't even sure you were capable of satisfying him. You had tried everything, grinding on him as you were about to fall asleep, walking around the house in your underwear, leaning over in a not-so-subtle way, even trying to make him feel jealous with his friends, nothing seemed to make him snap, to make him fuck you like he meant it. When you had sex, he wouldn’t talk to you, or compliment you, or moan, or even grunt or take labored breaths. And don’t even think about asking you to touch him, or kiss him, or suck him off.

At the beginning of your relationship you didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking he was just shy and you needed to get to know each other better, but now you were starting to overthink things, did he really like having sex with you? Or was he just doing it because it was part of the relationship? Did he even really find you attractive? Or would he prefer a girl with a better body? With bigger tits, or a better ass? Sure, his dick got hard when you two had sex and Iando fucked you almost every day, but there was nothing to indicate that he was exactly crazy about you.

you really tried not to think about it, to convince yourself that they were just ideas in your head, but you saw how it affected your relationship more and more, pushing you away from him without realizing it, losing trust in your bond, every time lando touched you the only thing that went through your head was if he really wanted you.

and here you were, he was sitting next to you, the movie on the tv long forgotten while your boyfriend kissed your neck, caressing your waist trying to get you closer to him, and an idea came to your head, would he try harder if you make him beg for it?

"lando, i'm not in the mood right now" you said gently pushing him by his chest

You felt his hand leave your waist, the kisses on your neck stopping

"It's okay, love, let's watch the movie" your boyfriend smiled at you carefree, unaware of the storm of thoughts in your mind.

you huffed annoyed, of course, he really didn't care, you crossed your arms over your chest, unconsciously leaning towards the other side of the couch

"something's wrong, y/n?" your boyfriend looked at you with concern, his brow furrowed in confusion, you simply shook your head

"are you mad at me?" lando paused the movie turning to you

"i'm not mad, lando"

"you sure?" he placed his hand on your thigh but you were quick to move your leg

"i'm fine" you said without even looking at him, lando nodded, putting the movie back on.

that was enough, he couldn't even tell that you weren't okay, nothing was okay. you stood up frustrated rushing to your room and sitting on your bed, what else could you do? nothing seemed to work and you were getting tired of thinking something could change

in a matter of seconds lando entered the room hesitantly, kneeling in front of you trying to grab your hand

"why don't you like fucking me, lando?" the words were out of your mouth before you could think

"what do you mean? i love fucking you, love" your boyfriend sat down next to you, not really knowing what to do

"don't lie, i can tell" you said looking at him for the first time since you started talking

"i don't know what you're talking about, you were the one who told me you weren't in the mood 2 minutes ago"

what was so hard for him to understand?

"Yeah, but you didn't insist, it's the same for you to do it or not"

Your boyfriend's confused face was more evident every second, he had no idea where all this was coming from

"Baby, why would I insist? What's going on?"

"What's going on? I feel like you don't want me Lando, you don't say anything when we have sex, I don’t know if I look hot, if it feels good, I don't know absolutely anything about what's going on in your head, if you like it or not, what do you you want from me? you're always so calm, it seems like you're forced to do it, as if it were part of a job, you're never rough with me, you don't seem to need me like I need you, god, Lando, we've been together for 3 months and you've never even asked me to suck your cock" Your words were faster than your thoughts, and when you finished speaking you had to take a deep breath.

"Do you really think that's how things are?" You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "y/n, you should’ve told me that sooner. I never thought you'd want me to do those things."

"It doesn't really matter. It's just silly anyway."

You don't know exactly what you said that changed Lando's attitude completely. His eyes darkened and his body tensed. You don't know how, but you ended up with your back on the mattress and Lando kneeling between your legs.

"Do you think it's silly?" He said, caressing your thighs, making your pajama shorts ride up. "That I'm such a shitty boyfriend that I can't make my girlfriend feel enough?"

Lando leaned over you, placing kisses on your belly.

"I have the hottest girlfriend in the world, and I'm making her have second thoughts." Your boyfriend moved up to kiss your inner thighs. "I can't accept this, y/n."

You were speechless. You'd never seen him like this before. His gaze was piercing on you, his eyes, once a bluish-green, were almost black from his dilated pupils. His voice was hoarse with a mixture of lust and anger. You didn't trust what could come out of your mouth if you spoke now.

Lando pulled away from you momentarily, standing beside you as he unbuttoned and removed his pants and shirt. He was left in only his boxers. You could see the outline of his already hard member, pressing against the fabric of his underwear. He took your hand, making you sit up and positioning it on his cock.

"See what you do to me? Do you really think you don't turn me on? That I don't want your lips on me? I think about that all the time, how good it would feel, how pretty you would look with your mouth full of my cock, always thought you wanted me doing all the work, but since you want it so bad…”

He released his member from its confinement, giving it a few pumps before placing it on your lips.

"Open your mouth."

And you did as he said, wrapping your lips around the tip, circling the sensitive area with your tongue.

Lando held your hair in a ponytail, forcing you to look into his eyes, his jaw was tense, his brow slightly furrowed, and you could feel his member pulsing in the wetness of your mouth.

"So beautiful as always, so good for me, can you take more?"

You nodded, taking him further in your mouth until the tip pressed against the back of your throat, your hand holding what you couldn't fit in.

The moan Iando let out when you swallowed, making the walls of your throat contract around his cock, filled your chest with satisfaction. His head fell back, his grip on your hair tightening. You pumped your head, testing the waters, while simultaneously moving your hand in the opposite direction. Noticing the pleasure he was feeling in his body language, you couldn't help but moan, finally having what you'd wanted for so long. The vibrations unconsciously made him push his member further into your mouth, seeking more of what you were giving him.

You rested your hands on his thighs, letting him fuck your mouth to his heart's content.

"Is this what you wanted, y/n? To see me completely at your mercy? I've always been. I could do this all fucking day."

Lando guided you on his cock, thrusting in and out of your mouth. You felt the muscles in his legs tense beneath your hands. His eyes squeezed shut. You knew he was about to cum. You wanted nothing more than to have his seed on your tongue, to know that you were the one who could make him feel this way. But just as he was about to finish, he pulled out of your mouth, tapping his cock against your lips a few times, moving it from side to side like a lipstick.

"God, you're going to be the death of me. You look so beautiful."

"Lando, please, cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you." You were surprised by how husky and needy your voice came out, but you didn't care. You just wanted to make him feel good.

Your boyfriend shook his head. "I'd love to, maybe another day, but today I want to cum inside your pussy. I want you to know you're mine, all mine."

"Take off your clothes." You timidly removed your shorts and oversized t-shirt, leaving you in only your lace panties in front of him. A little self-conscious, as you lay down on the bed, you bent your legs and placed your hands over your stomach and breasts, trying to cover yourself a little. It wasn't the first time you were naked in front of Iando, obviously, but it was the first time you'd seen him like this, his gaze fixed on your body, scanning you without missing a single inch. He carefully placed your arms at your sides. "Don't cover yourself, I’ve already seen all of you, princess." He opened your legs, kneeling between them, and leaned in to kiss you deliberately, slowly but firmly, taking the time to taste each other's lips. "y/n, fuck, I want to eat you whole" he said going down to place wet kisses on your neck, your jaw, your earlobe, chills ran down your spine as you tightened your legs around his hips and held on tightly to his shoulders, your nails leaving marks on his tanned skin

His kisses moved down to your breasts. Lando licked one of your nipples while massaging your other boob with his hand. Your back arched at the contact, silently begging for more. You could feel his impossibly harder member prodding your inner thigh, making your pussy clench.

"Lando," you tried to get his attention, unsure of what you were about to say.

"Mhmm?" He looked up at you, nodding slightly for you to continue as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently.

"Please, do something, touch me" Lando laughed softly as he moved to your other breast, placing kisses over it before repeating his previous actions.

You could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties, the need in your core almost painful.

"Iando, please," you begged, pulling at his hair to make him look at you once more.

"Are you in a hurry?" He mocked, but complied with your wishes, gently biting your hipbone before removing your panties in one swift motion, running his fingers over your heat, hissing as he realized how wet you were. He leaned down, leaving a long lick over your core, holding your thighs open tightly so he could pleasure you however he wanted, your hand instinctively in his hair, keeping him from moving away.

"So good, I could eat this pussy all day." He sucked your clit with his lips while drawing circles around your hole with his fingers, teasing you.

Moan after moan left your mouth. He was making you feel so good. You hated how he could take you apart and put you back together in a second, ruining you for anyone else.

His tongue working wonders on your pussy, a mixture of your juices and his drool dripping down your skin, which Iando was quick to lick back, not wasting a single drop of what you were giving him.

"Baby, I want more, please."

Your boyfriend was quick to carefully insert two fingers inside you, hooking them upwards and pumping them slowly. The stimulation made you almost scream in pleasure, your legs trying to close over his head.m, Lando pressed your hips into the mattress to keep you still. "Love, please, I'm so close." He knew it perfectly well. Your pussy contracted again and again around his fingers, he could feel the muscles in your thighs tense under his touch. He forced himself against his own wishes and pulled away from you before you could reach your high.

Before you could protest, he put your legs over one of his shoulders, sliding his cock inside you without warning. Both of you moaning at the same time at the feeling of finally being connected, when he was completely inside you, he kept still until you got used to him.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how full of me you are? How hard you make me?" Lando growled when his words made you clench around his member.

"Fuck me, please, Lando." You pushed your hips against his, trying to feel more of him. Your boyfriend pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside, then slammed his hips down on you hard. "God, love, just like that." Your knuckles were white from how tightly you were gripping the sheets, trying to hold onto something.

"So beautiful, like you were made for me." The rhythm Iando kept was reckless, pounding into you mercilessly, hitting all the right spots. "I love you so much, I love fucking you. Sometimes it's all I can think about. How beautiful you look when I fuck you stupid on my dick." He licked his thumb, pressing it over your clit, drawing random shapes until he almost brought you to the limit. "Cum on my cock, Y/N. Show me how beautiful you look when you come undone in my arms."

His words were driving you crazy. There wasn't a single coherent thought in your head; you just moaned his name over and over again, begging, not knowing exactly for what. Suddenly a wave of euphoria invaded you, as you reached your climax, white dots invading your vision, you felt like you were in heaven, seconds that seemed like hours as a sense of bliss overtook you

The look of pleasure on your face was enough for Iando to reach his high as well, painting your walls with his white seed, you hissed at the overstimulation as your boyfriend began to lazily fuck his cum inside you before pulling out and lying down beside you.

"Are you okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek.

You nodded tiredly; you felt like all the energy had been sucked out of your body.

"I'm sorry for making you feel insecure. I guess I never realized what your needs really were." You could see the guilt creeping into his eyes.

You smiled, snuggling into his side. "It's okay. I should have told you sooner, and certain insecurities of mine didn't help either."

"Well, it's my job as your boyfriend to help you forget all that. I don't want you to ever think for a second that I don't want you."

You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, resting your head on his chest.

"I'll do my best."

divider: @fairytopea

[scap34]

Sub! Four-armed! Emperor! Heian!Sukuna x Top! Dom! Concubine! sadistic! male! Bratty! Reader

Patience is a Vice <3

warnings: oral sex, self degradation, blowjobs, cussing, mentions of violence and cannibalism

Summary: Sukuna took you in as a concubine. You were caught with servant.

Sukuna was going to run out of patience. 

He always did. 

Talkative men, desperate for his approval. Eager women, scantily dressed, vying for his attention. These were all common sights.

He accepted gifts from men with too much wealth and too little spine, indulged in the company of women all too willing to slip beneath his sheets in hopes of securing his favor.

But in the end, his patience snapped and he slaughtered them all. Leaving Uraume to clean up the mess. Lounging on his throne of massacred bodies. 

He was going to run out of patience with you too. 

“Sukuna! You’re not even listening!” A sharp tug on his hand brought him back to awareness. Your hand carded through his hair. Your pink lips pulled into an unhappy frown that bordered on a pout. 

“Pay attention to me! Can’t you tell I’m talking here?” You snapped at him annoyed. No one dared talk to him like that. Death would be a mercy for those pathetic fools, one they wouldn’t receive till it was too late. 

How dare a pathetic puny human like you, talk to him like that? 

Your hand yanked his hair harder. He winched slightly. “Got it?” He gave a brief nod. You sighed and loosened your grip on his hair. 

“Are you sure you can even do it?” You retorted, almost bored and questioning. Like he was incapable of it. He could snap you in half, gorge himself on your organs. Tear your spine out and rip your skeptical eyes out. 

Your foot brushed against his bulge. A low choked groan left his throat. 

“I can.” He replied gruffly, voice hoarse. You huffed, your lips pressed into a sulky pout,bored annoyance flickering in your eyes.

“You better. You killed my last one. Next time—”

“Shut up.”

His hands tightened around your thighs, a silent warning. Sukuna’s four eyes burned with fury, his brows knitting together in a storm of barely contained rage—fury that would have made any ordinary person wither.

But you? You barely reacted. Instead, you let out a grumpy huff, lips pressing into a pout.

Disobedient little mortal.

He could snap you in half, reduce you to nothing with a flick of his wrist. Compared to him, you were insignificant. And yet, you sat there, utterly unbothered.

“I’ll kill anyone else,” he shot back, voice edged with warning. “You don’t need them.”

“And why is that?” You challenged, yanking his hair without hesitation. A wince flickered across his face, quickly replaced by irritation. “And don’t cut me off!”

Sukuna should rip out your tongue for that. He should cleave your hand straight off, watch you choke on your own blood as he laughed.

Instead, he let out a low, disgruntled grumble.

“You have me.” 

Why was he letting you order him around? Why did he just let you do as you wished?   

You were his slave. The one he’d picked off the streets. Your fierce attitude and unbroken gaze despite your battered body inciting his desire to conquer. 

He’d taken you off the streets, saved you from being sold as a slave. And instead had made you his concubine. 

You were meant to serve him, kneeling at his feet, draped in silks that exposed your lithe body and adorned in chiming silver accessories. You should have been vying for his attention, desperate to please him, to remain in his favor.

It was you who should have been begging for his time, his touch, his attention. 

For all intents and purposes, you were. 

You were the one naked on the bed. Your unblemished soft skin on display. The soft slight curve of your stomach from a lavish lifestyle that he provided. Long slender limbs with the hints of muscle exposed, and bare for him.

So why was he on his knees for you? 

His towering frame, hunched down kneeling in front of you. His upper hands were resting on your soft thighs, the other pair, caressing your ankle and calf. 

“And how good are you? You haven’t made me cum once.” You retorted. Sukuna gritted his teeth. 

How dare you mock him? Did you think he did this often? He was the King of Curses. He didn’t make a habit of doing this with common, weak, pathetic humans.

You tugged your leg from his grasp. “If you can’t do it then send someone who can.” He was going to tear your heart out and eat it. 

His hand immediately held your fleeing leg. His warm, calloused hand wrapped around your ankle. His hand wrapped all the way around fingers touching. 

He could easily break your legs, sever your Achilles tendons. Make sure you never leave him, force you to crawl. 

You didn’t look phrased. Pretty lips curled down in annoyance, like he was dirt under your feet. 

His hand immediately loosened around your ankle. “I,” he forced the words to leave his mouth. “Can do it. Don’t leave.” It sounded like begging even to him. 

Your thighs flexed under his hold, and you tapped your chin, like you were thinking. Like the King of Curses, pleading for you. Begging to please you, make you cum, wasn’t enough to convince you. 

“Fine. Last chance.” You relented and shifted back into position. Your legs open, and spread, showing off your pretty cock. 

He was going to run out of patience one day and then he was going to kill you. 

He leaned closer. One hand reaching over to gently hold and rub your cock. The rest half holding, resting on your hip, and legs. He licked the tip all the way down, trying to mimic the way his other concubines pleased him. 

A soft moan left your mouth. The sound immediately perked him up. He could make you finish, and he would. 

He licked the head of your cock, and sunk down. He took you in fully, deep throating you, without gagging. The sounds that left your pretty lips, had him shifting, his own cock growing harder. Your hand instinctively yanked his hair, adding to his growing arousal. 

The King of Curses on his knees, sucking you off like a common whore. 

When you finally finished, he swallowed all your cum. The sticky sweet yet salty taste was so you,that he couldn’t help licking his lips clean. 

You were a sight to see in your ecstasy. Face flushed and loose limbed. You looked down at him, pupils blown and his hearts, the ones he swore were dead, thumped in his chest. The look in your eyes so close to desire, to something more, that he wanted. 

“Did you cum?” You were frowning at him now while examining him. The question had him pausing. Did he cum?

His bottom pair of eyes darted down, while he kept looking at you. His thighs in his loose trousers were slick with cum. Fuck. He did. He doesn’t even remember when. 

Your leg pulled from his grasp and foot pressed at his muscled chest. He should have you killed for this. Putting your foot on him, like he was less than you. 

“Nasty.” You tsked, at him, pushing him away from you with your foot. You were too weak to push him, but nevertheless he leaned back. 

Sukuna was going to kill you one day. Rip your spleen out and watch you beg for mercy. 

His hand curled around your ankle gently rubbing circles, as he leaned down and kissed your calf. 

“Don’t leave marks.” You ordered lazily, sitting above him without a care in the world. Lounging like you held the power.  Hands that had killed and destroyed, wrapped around your body. They didn’t hurt you, holding your body with a gentleness Sukuna didn’t know he could possess. 

He licked the patch of pale skin, tempted to skin his teeth into you. Leave his mark on your unblemished skin. Make you his. Not just in name, but in every way possible. 

He wanted you to want him, like he craved you. 

Like how he worshiped you. 

He’d burn the world for you and you knew that. You had everything at the tip of your fingers. No matter what you wanted, he’d bend over backwards to cater to you. 

Conquer you? You already had him twisted around your pretty fingers. 

“Sukuna,” your sweet, cruel voice called. “Get out of my room.” 

One day he was going to run out of patience and he was going to kill you. 

“Okay.” His voice was rough. He left a fleeting kiss on your soft thigh, hands brushing over your exposed skin, like they wanted to skin into your bones and stay. 

He pulled away, ignoring how his cock throbbed, already hardening again. Your eyes drifted down his muscular tattooed body. He wanted to preen, show him off to you. Incite your desire and make you come to him for your needs. 

Your burning gaze landed in his tented pants. You didn’t look bothered. Your beautiful eyes glimmered and your lips curled up in contempt. 

“And don’t call anyone over.” You were a cruel little thing. Denying him release using another, and not letting him indulge in you. His arousal grew, his stamina already recovering despite his latest orgasm. 

He shot you a glare, his jaw tightening before he gave a stiff nod. “Fine,” he muttered, reluctant but yielding.

You hummed, pleased. “Maybe I’ll call you back later,” you mused, tossing the words out like a bone to a begging dog.

He was a king, an emperor—worshipped, feared. People groveled for the chance to warm his bed.

And yet, here he was, hanging onto your lazy, teasing words, hunger coiling in his gut at the mere thought of you summoning him again. Like he was nothing but a cheap whore for you. A thing to warm your bed in the darkness of night. 

What could he do but nod, shifting slightly in a futile attempt to hide his growing interest? His body ached—for you, for your touch, for the sweet sounds of pleasure only you could give him.

For your cruel words and that maddeningly pretty face.

“Well? Get out.” 

Sukuna was not a patient person. But you made him feel more than anyone else. So it made sense you were the exception.

[ms-demeanor]

I went looking for more ADHD tips today and found some information about time management (I was looking for general tips, not time management tips, time management tips are unwanted and irrelevant) and the advice was to always be around timepieces; wear a watch and put clocks on your walls and have a clock in the bathroom and the kitchen and your desk.

Now, I've already done the "I can't read time" discourse on this website (I have dyscalculia; I'm not lazy or stupid or a zoomer who has never seen an analog clock (though there's also nothing wrong with that) I transpose numbers and putting them in a circle doesn't do me any favors, I know how the big hand and the little hand work but unless I use a ruler and count by fives very carefully I'm not going to get the time right and I'll probably have to do it a couple times to be sure I was correct and not off by an hour, I know how reading time works and can make myself translate it but you don't say you can read French if you need a dictionary to do so; also I have time blindness and dyscalculia even when I'm looking at digital clocks so LMAO please do not give me tips on how to read time or recommendations for timers that are visual slices to count down or timers that change color please, time and I are not on speaking terms and I've come to accept that) but even if I could read time at a glance you are just straight-up incorrect if you think that I will ever notice that a battery has died on a clock.

Another thing my parents used to do is gift me watches at every possible opportunity in the hopes that they would be able to entice me to understand the passage of time and the one that worked best was the one that was waterproof, digital, and glowed bright teal but unfortunately it started beeping one day and wouldn't stop and at that point it no longer worked as a watch and it had to be killed with a hammer.

When I was a kid I kept failing classes because I'd lose my homework. I'd finish it, but between the dining room table and the classroom it would just walk away. Sometimes it ended up in my backpack, sometimes it didn't; sometimes I finished the homework at school and it got home in my backpack but wasn't there the next day.

To attempt to address this, my parents got me a neon orange folder to put in my backpack; it was my homework folder, all homework was to go into that folder and that folder only, and it was to only come out of that folder when it was being worked on. I was to put homework in the homework folder as soon as it was assigned and if I'd worked on it, put it back in the folder as soon as it was finished. The logic here was that using the folder was supposed to be automatic, and you wanted a bright color so it wouldn't get lost in the depths of a backpack.

I think I lost about eight of those before my parents stopped buying orange folders.

So it was very frustrating to search "how to be organized at work as an adult with ADHD" only to get a list that said "set alarms and write things down and try to make friends with a more organized person" which was immediately followed by tips to help your ADHD child stay organized and the one right at the top was to put their homework in a bright folder so they couldn't lose it.

If you have been harmed by the ADHD Tips Industrial Complex you may be entitled to a packet of fun-dip and a cactus cooler as consolation for losing your homework folder again.

[daeniradraconis]

Can I get a soft, cozy Quinn Hughes fic? Something that feels like a warm hug? 🥺

Thank you so much for your request! 💕 I’m really sorry for the wait—I truly hope you love it! ✨

Sewn with Love

You never really meant to steal all of Quinn’s hoodies. It just kind of… happened.

It started with one—the navy blue Michigan one he let you borrow after a late-night skate. Then came another, a Canucks hoodie you pulled on after one of his games because the rink was freezing. Then a gray one, an oversized black one, a few more you conveniently forgot to return.

At first, Quinn would roll his eyes and make half-hearted attempts to reclaim them.

“You know I do need to wear clothes, right?” he had teased one morning, plucking at the hem of the hoodie you were currently swimming in.

“You have plenty,” you’d countered, pulling the sleeves over your hands, completely unfazed.

And eventually, he stopped asking for them back.

The teasing never quite faded, though. Whenever he caught you in one of his hoodies, he’d just shake his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. He never said much, but you could tell—he liked it. Maybe even more than you did.

So when your birthday rolled around, you weren’t expecting anything huge. A dinner, maybe a thoughtful gift—Quinn wasn’t flashy, and honestly, just spending time with him was enough.

But what you woke up to was… unexpected.

Standing at the foot of your bed, hands stuffed in his pockets, was Quinn. Draped over his arms was something large, something soft, something familiar.

You blink, sitting up groggily. “What—”

“Happy birthday,” he says quickly, shifting his weight like he’s nervous. Then, in one smooth motion, he lifts the fabric and lets it unfold in his hands.

It’s a blanket.

But not just any blanket.

Your breath catches as you take in the patchwork of fabric, stitched together in uneven, but clearly careful lines. And then, realization crashes over you like a wave.

It’s made from his hoodies.

All of them.

“You did not,” you whisper, barely able to process it.

Quinn scratches the back of his neck. “I, uh… figured since you basically stole them, I might as well make it official.” His voice is light, teasing, but there’s something deeper underneath. A kind of quiet sincerity he’s never been great at saying out loud.

You reach out, running your fingers over the fabric, memories stitched into every piece. The navy blue Michigan hoodie is now part of one corner, the Canucks logo peeking out from another. You can still spot the frayed cuffs of the gray one, the one you wore so much it practically molded to your shape.

And then, you notice it—stitched into the fabric, small but unmistakable, are words. A few along each patch, written in slightly uneven embroidery.

The first time you stole this one, you kissed me. The night you visited me at UMich, you borrowed this. You wore this one to my first game with the Canucks. You took this during Christmas break and never gave it back.

Your fingers tremble as you trace the stitching, your heart swelling with every word. You look up at him, eyes wide. “You remembered all of this?”

Quinn’s ears tinge pink, and he shifts awkwardly. “Yeah. Of course I did.” He shrugs, like it’s obvious. “They weren’t just hoodies to you. And… they weren’t just hoodies to me, either.”

You swallow, emotion thick in your throat. Each memory, each moment, immortalized in the fabric, just like the feelings between you.

“You cut them up?” Your voice is caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.

“Well… yeah,” he says, watching your reaction carefully. “I mean, it’s not like I was getting them back in one piece anyway.”

You gape at him, then back at the blanket, your heart nearly bursting. “Quinn, this is…” You shake your head, overwhelmed. “This is insane.”

He shifts again, like he’s unsure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. “I, uh… I did all the sewing myself,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Watched a bunch of YouTube videos. Poked my fingers a million times. It’s kinda messy, but I wanted to do it myself.”

You run a hand over one of the seams, slightly uneven but carefully done. “Wait—you actually sewed this?”

“Badly.”

Your chest tightens. “That’s—” You swallow past the lump in your throat. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

His lips twitch, a flicker of relief in his eyes. “So you like it?”

You don’t answer—not with words, anyway. Instead, you push back the covers and practically launch yourself into his arms. He lets out a soft oof as you bury your face in his shoulder, the scent of fresh laundry and something unmistakably him wrapping around you.

His arms tighten around you, warm and steady, his chin resting lightly against your hair.

“Thank you,” you murmur against his hoodie (which, ironically, is one of the few he has left). “I love it.”

You feel him exhale, the tension in his body melting. “Good,” he says softly. “’Cause you’re kinda stuck with it.”

You smile, pulling back just enough to look up at him. His eyes are warm, fond, and maybe just a little shy.

“Quinn?” you say, tilting your head.

“Yeah?”

You smirk, tugging lightly at the hoodie he’s currently wearing. “This one’s next.”

He groans, but the way he pulls you closer tells you he doesn’t actually mind.

[iscdisc]

Mini comic where Donnie gives Casey a heartfelt gift ! 🎁✨ Lmao

Imagine if Donnie had given April like a super personal photo in that music box that he made for her in Season 3 (EP 2 "A Foot Too Big"-),, Maybe a photo of April and her Mother from when she was a child or something equally creepy given how personal it is / something April didn't go out of her way to share with Donnie?? Like where would he have even gotten that picture in the first place- 💀 Lmao

Also Leo / Mikey / and Raph (especially) all heavily disapprove of this gift, just like April does- I just didn't draw them,, 😔👍

(Sorry I didn't color this one this time around, I just was not in the mood to do all of that- Lmao)

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Got a Second?

Pairing: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Notes: Not beta-read. Just a lil Robby drabble that came to me this morning.

Warnings: Just fluff; mentions of blowjobs, mentions of public sex

Summary: The second you get the text, you call. You learned a long time ago that when Robby has a second, it sometimes really is only a second—a minute, tops.

The second you get his text, you call. You learned a long time ago that when Robby asks if you've got a second, it sometimes really is only a second—a minute, tops. He spends his day getting pulled in a hundred different directions. He hardly has time to get a bite to eat or use the bathroom, let alone call.

You push your seat back, raising your phone to your ear and heading for the entrance to your office. You're listening to the gentle brrrrr, brrrrr of the phone, and just as you step outside, you hear the line pick up.

"Hey."

"Hey, baby," You lean against one of the pillars outside, shielding yourself from the wind. "How are you doing over there?"

Robby lets out a tired hum, and you wince.

"Doin' what we can."

"I'm sorry."

"S'alright. How are you doing?"

"In my high-stakes, fast-paced office job? Oh, it's wild over here. We had a forty minute meeting about which color we should be making the border on a powerpoint and whether or not that particular shade of blue aligns with both our brand guidelines and team values."

"Forty minutes?"

"Yeah, we went ten minutes over. And then Zach said 'happy to give you the gift of your time back,' as if he hadn't taken up way more than he's supposed to."

"Jesus. Can they hear you?"

"No, I'm outside."

"You bring your coat with you?"

Your half-second of hesitation makes Robby groan, and you hurry to cover, "I did!"

"Uh-huh."

You smile ruefully, curling your arm around yourself.

"You in the break room?" You ask.

"Yeah."

"You eat anything?"

"Yes."

"Good. You know how snippy you are when you get hangry. You'll need a snickers, stat."

"Is that a medical diagnosis?"

"Uh-huh. Snickers and a blowjob."

"Jesus christ," The laugh is spluttered, and you grin. Not only did you catch him off-guard, but the days when Roby calls you mid-shift feel like the days when he needs you most.

"It's true," You insist. "How about I come with you to work the next time I take a day off. I'll just sit under your desk and wait for you."

"That would be out in the open, you know that."

"Oh, sure. But maybe that would be for the best. At least it would get Myrna to stop calling you a fruitcake."

Robby laughs again, and you grin.

"Robby?"

"Yeah?"

"You really doing okay?"

"…Yeah. I—"

Your brows raise as he goes quiet, and hear someone calling for him on the other end of the phone.

"I gotta go."

You bite your lip, glancing toward the door to your office. "Well, I'll be waiting for you at home with that blowjob."

"And the snickers?"

"Sure. We'll need to get your strength back up for round two."

"I love you, honey."

You grin, practically melting back into the column.

"I love you, too, baby. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye."

"Bye." You murmur it as the line cuts, lowering the phone and eyeing the call time. Two minutes and forty seconds—a new record.

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[leeemonshark]

Been looking at a bunch of mermaid courting au art so maybe if it’s alright having skybyte gift jetfire a bunch of treasure and jewels 💎 and pearls cause I’m cheesy for gift gestures being marriage proposals.

for these requests I decided to make Sky-Byte.... a merman!! because i've wanted to do it for a long time and everything around kept hinting that i should 💦

so enjoy!

thank you🦈💖

[starconstruction]

Classroom Havoc

Yunjin x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: nearly caught, public sex, pussy licking, ass eating, creampie

just some mindless classroom fun.

Word Count: 1160

"Just fuck me already." Yunjin growled, trapping you in the empty English classroom, how she got those keys? Nobody knew, but it didn't matter when she was looking like that.

She was sat on a desk, completely bare on her bottom half. Pussy exposed to your eyes, her legs tattooed up with various types of animals. A butterfly laid etched into her right leg, inches from her ankles. A tree laid on the other, her back arched slightly as she invited you in.

She was wearing her favorite pair of shoes, a slick pair of black converses. A birthday gift from you, she wore them at every opportunity as they remained in perfect condition - pressing into the desk - a testament to her appreciation.

"In a second, we have too much time for me to rush." You said casually, hands reaching into her leather jacket. Her shirt was already discarded, breasts free for the taking as you took great handfuls of her plump flesh. Kneading it harshly as your fingers rubbed her nipples, eliciting those wonderful whimpers you craved like crack.

You couldn't lie how fucking hot she was, the kind of girl who would ruin you. She probably already has, skipping classes, studying and sleep just to spend more time with her.

It was all worth it, every dropped grade was irrelevant when you spent more time like this. Between her legs as you fondled her body in front of you, licking your lips as you got on your knees. Her inviting folds glistening against the artificial light, dripping with the utmost desire.

"Eat me out, come on Y/N!" She was super impatient, voice a whine that spurred you on. Taking the first lick, intentionally long. Slow. Passionate. Collecting her essence on your tongue, starting from the bottom to the top. The soft sensation of her flesh melted under your touch, letting out her first moan.

You continued your movements, dragging your tongue against her heavily, her taste was one of the best parts of her. Desperate to get more, as much as she will give you.

"God, you taste so fucking good Yunjin." You breathed out, kissing her all around her crotch, giving her so much yet so little.

"I know." She teased. Her fingers raked through your hair, trying to pull you in deeper.

But she couldn't.

"What's the rush Yunjin? Just sit there for me."

"God, you are such a fucking ass."

"I know, tell you what. Beg." You taunted, it was a long shot. The Huh Yunjin would never beg, right?

"Fuck.. Please Y/N, eat me out! Please make me cum on your tongue!" Well that was easy. She was definitely plotting revenge, not that you minded.

Your eyes locked into hers, a deep need swirling within. You maintained your eye contact as you took another lick, then another, then another.

Her body struggled against your soft teasing licks, grinding herself against your face. Loud conversations came from outside, students blissfully unaware of the sinful activities taking place behind these locked doors.

"Ugh, fuck your tongue is so good!" She moaned, it was time.

You stopped being slow, flicking your tongue against her clit hungrily. Watching Yunjin's every move. The way her body jerked, minor little flutters. She took everything you gave her.

"Hmmm.. That's so good, b-but fuck, more please" She bit back broken cries, desperate for more of you. You took her lips in yours, making her taste her juices as your fingers brushed against her folds. Finding her hole, pushing inside as you penetrated her. Moaning into your mouth with her minty breath.

You kept finger fucking her, enjoying the squelching as you kept making out with Yunjin, you had an idea. Something you wanted to try for awhile.

"Yunjin, I wanna try something." You began, breathing against her plump lips.

"Do it, fuck.. We really don't have time to chat" You'll take that, returning back to your knees. You grabbed Yunjin's thighs roughly, repositioning her body as you gave yourself full access to your favourite part to look at, her thick ass. You dove right in, tonguing her sweaty asshole with quick desperate licks. Her sweat drove you crazy as you breathed in her arousal, leaking on your nose as she got even wetter from the sudden ass eating.

"Oh! Wow that's... Wow." She had no words for the new sensation, trapped in heaven as your fingers re-entered her hole. Working on both at once, the two sensations brought her so close to her explosive orgasm.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" She yelled.

You pulled away.

She whined as she was edged, so close to the peak yet completely disregarded.

"God, why did I pick you." She groaned.

"Cause I'm the only one who can make you cum this hard, we are running out of time. Bend over." You demanded, Yunjin scrambling onto the ground, wobbling as she tried to keep herself straight.

You disregarded your bottom half, clothes falling onto the ground as you kicked them away. Angling your cock against her folds, there wasn't a need for foreplay anymore. Pushing inside her in one go, slamming into her wanton body, giving her all you have.

"Hm oh fuck! Fuck my cunt, penetrate me!" She urged you on, treating her pussy like a fleshlight as you used her. Thrusting your meat into her with reckless abandon.

"Fuck, Yunjin! You feel so fucking good!" You reveled, grabbing onto her hips. As you pounded into her whore holes, time was running thin.

"Use me! Make us cum!" She moaned, not taking too long from the earlier edging, her tightening body made you thrust harder. Fucking her with all your primal desire, ramming into her as she came undone. Dripping down her thighs her delicious liquid onto the ground.

You followed right behind her, filling her cunt with a thick load, globs of cum lodged inside as your cock fucked it into her. She was on birth control thankfully.

You pulled out, your load not going anywhere as it was thoroughly fucked into her, you two sat there for a moment. Chests heaving together, mopping up her juices with her shirt. The room reeked of sweat as you desperately masqueraded it with deodorant and perfume.

"That was-" A loud rattling of a key entering the door took you out. How long had you two been here?

"Shit get down!" You whisper yelled, bodies merging together underneath the desk you defiled, grabbing the strewn clothes, hiding from whoever was entering.

"Wow, this room smells weird." The voice called out, audibly disgusted. "Oh shit I forgot my phone!"

Fate really struck your side, you rushed to get your clothes on. Rushing out the classroom with a deep breath as you were home free.

"We are never doing that again Yunjin." You said, petrified at nearly getting caught.

"We are doing that again Y/N, god that was hot."

Oh well, if she said so.

[comatosebunny09]

sensitive | sylus

— summary: sylus gets his ears pierced. — cw: reader is not mc, fluff, silliness, self-indulgent, a little suggestive, romantic dribble, inspired by the ear-piercing scene from loveless — wc: 1.8K

You’re surprised he can even get his ears pierced, given his rapid healing ability. 

Still, they look good on him—the onyx studs that take up most of his earlobes, matching his cufflinks. 

You stifle a quiet laugh behind your fist as the twins crowd around him, stars in their eyes. Their body language is animated as they praise Sylus and his fashion sense. He stands amid them, akimbo, smirking like a proud dad, a chuckle in his throat.

You wonder what influenced his decision to pierce his ears. 

That is until a pretty hunter pops her head into the front door behind him, her eyes creasing with mirth. 

She sidles up beside you, beaming like the cat who got the cream. Pats your shoulder, and you smirk at her in your periphery, shaking your head.

Of course.

“Let me guess: this was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“I know. I’m pretty awesome, right?”

You snort over folded arms. Leave it to Emcee to manipulate your boss into doing something so drastic.

—

You can’t keep your eyes off them—his ears.

One, because you’ve always found them to be one of his most adorable features. Two, because they’ve looked more irritated than usual, burning an angry red beneath the heavy gems in his lobes.

He seems uncomfortable with them, too. Wincing in meetings when he positions himself a certain way in his seat. An occasional, barely-there sound drawn from his throat when his hair scrapes his ears. And he’s more irate than what’s typical of Onychinus’ kingpin, lashing out unprovoked or being more quiet and reserved than you’re accustomed to.

You offer him painkillers to ease the ache. Even suggested he take the earrings out a few times; his ears are clearly sensitive, and perhaps the studs are too much for them to bear. 

But he waves you off with a tired smile. Reasons that they’re still healing, so he’ll just have to put up with the discomfort until then. 

—

“I feel terrible,” says Emcee for the umpteenth time, fiddling with the strap of her bag as she walks beside you through the mall.

“It’s alright,” you assuage, “you wouldn’t have known. I don’t even think he knows he can’t just wear anything. You know he’s bourgeois.”

She studies her feet, remorse twisting up her features. “I know. But I picked them out, ya know? And I’m the one who talked him into getting them pierced in the first place.”

You squeeze her shoulder, a reassuring smile curling your lips. “You did good. They look good. Maybe we can find something a little less gaudy, though. Something that won’t make his ears fall off.”

Emcee snorts, nudging you. She seems to be in better spirits, taking you in with those big eyes. “Yeah. Well, hey! Let’s stop here first!”

You don’t protest when she comically drags you into a jewelry store, her somberness an afterthought.

—

You’re as quiet as a secret, thanking your years of training for making you so. 

You slink into Sylus’ study, clutching a palm-sized, black box behind your back. He’s out conducting business, leaving the various trinkets and adornments of his office unprotected.

Giving the room another once over to ensure he won’t appear from the shadows—and that Mephisto isn’t around—you pad over to his desk, strewn with various papers and fountain pens.

Discreetly, you place the box on the edge near his chair where he’ll easily find it, the intricately curled scarlet ribbon catching in the ambient light. You try to make it look inconspicuous. Arrange some papers around it, fussing over its positioning before giving up.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous—it’s just your boss. Sylus, the man who isn’t afraid to sing like a metal pipe dragged over concrete in public. You’ve given him gifts before. Though you don’t think you’ve ever given him something so…personalized.

With your heart in your throat, you flee his study, praying to the powers above that he likes your present as much as you enjoyed picking it out.

—

“I wouldn’t put it past you to plant a bomb in my office,” Sylus teases.

You scoff from the opposite side of his desk. “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it four years ago, bossman.”

He quirks a brow, studying you from the safety of his leather, high-backed chair. Seems to consider your words before you give him an exasperated look. 

He summoned you to his office a few hours after you’d snuck in. Of course, his security system picked up everything. You should’ve known.

You watch him fiddle with the box, your chest swelling with anxiety. 

“Just open the damn thing. It’s not a bomb.”

He taps his temple in that customary way, humor tugging at his lips. “That’s something that someone trying to kill me would say.” 

You roll your eyes, growing impatient.

Sylus doesn’t make you wait much longer, and you watch him tug at the ribbon with bated breath. Your heart seems to stop beating as he peels the box open, and he’s stock-still when he beholds what’s inside. 

He appears considerate. Quiet as his expression softens, eyes wavering between you and the box.

“Are these for me?” he queries hoarsely. Almost disbelieving.

You nod rigidly, fear and rejection coiling around your spine. You picked out hypoallergenic studs to hopefully curb his sensitivity. They’re modest yet stylish enough to complement his style.

Does he like them? Shit, does he hate them?

He chuckles something low. Something fond, and you feel it curdling in your stomach. He suddenly pushes away from his desk, and you blink rapidly, alarmed.

Sylus peers at you with a rare tenderness shining in his eyes. Expectant. “Would you like to do me the honor?” 

You gape like a fish out of water, owlishly blinking before you pick up what he’s talking about. “Uh, sure?” 

You inwardly kick yourself for how small you sound, how your voice cracks, and you awkwardly round his desk to stand before him, nerves wound tight. He leans back in a casual slouch, the soft mirth never leaving his handsome face whilst his eyes slide shut.

You step between his splayed legs, heat surging like molten liquid through your body. You pluck the matte box from betwixt his fingers, and you shudder when your skin meets. It’s strange; you’ve been close to him before. So why does tonight feel so…intimate?

Determined, you wet your drying lips with your tongue, pushing out a breath and resigning yourself. You bend slightly at the waist, fingers cautiously grazing over his skin to clasp one of his earlobes. You flinch when Sylus winces, a strained sound torn from his throat. 

“Sorry.”

“No, no. It’s alright.” He turns his head, offering you his ear, pretty lashes fluttering beneath a slightly furrowed brow. “Keep going.”

You swallow thickly past the sand in your throat. Try again, his fingers tightly gripping the armrests of his chair in your periphery. 

You feel awful. Know that his ears are still a little sensitive. But they’re soft and elastic beneath your fingers, and you’re hyper-vigilant as you remove one of his earrings.

His body tenses, legs threatening to lock around your hips as you stand between them. But he stops himself, instead giving you his other ear to repeat the process. 

He seems to relax once you’ve removed both earrings, lips slightly parting with a relieved breath out. You can’t help wanting to run your fingers along the cartilage. Want to rub the pain away. Maybe sink your teeth into it. 

“You’re sure this is alright?” you caution, plucking one of the studs from the box and setting said box on his desk behind you. 

He nods, holding his breath, brows knitting together. You feel like you’re doing something you shouldn’t be. Touching him in intimate places with the way he bristles and lightly gasps as you carefully slot each new stud in his lobes.

You’re grateful it’s over, taking a step back to appraise your work. And dammit it all, if he didn’t look good before…

“How do they look?”

“Hot,” you reply before you can think. 

Sylus chuckles at your brazenness, and the air seems to shift. An arm creeps around your waist, his massive hand finding the small of your back, its warmth bleeding through your blouse. Without warning, he tugs you closer until you stumble into him, your knee propped on the chair between his thighs. 

The look he wears is predatory. His eyes shine like dwindling coals, falling to your mouth before easing up to drill into your soul.

“Wouldn’t you like a closer look?”

His warm breath fanning over your face is dizzying. The proximity of his body to yours, his chest so pleasantly rigid and hot beneath your palms, and that devastating scent he carries is a recipe for disaster. There’s no mistaking his body language, the languid stir of his eyes. 

But you’re you, and this is your boss. Sure, you’ve been attracted to him for a very long time. But you’ve never acted on your infatuation, figuring he would reject you in favor of someone else. You didn’t want to muck up the relationship you’d worked so hard to construct. 

So, you laugh off his flirtations, attempting to quell the thumping of your heart in your throat. “Did Emcee talk you into doing shrooms, too?”

His voice crackles like a hearth fire. “Why? Do I look like I’m under the influence?”

You catch your breath, unaware you were even holding it. “No, but you’re acting kind of…strange.”

“Am I?” His hand makes several expeditions up and down your back, his free hand falling to your waist. 

You gasp, lips quivering, eyes hooded.

“If I’m making you uncomfortable, sweetheart,” he murmurs, enamored by your mouth, “feel free to tell me to stop.”

How could you when he makes you feel like this? Witless, confused, hot? The English language eludes you when a slender finger crooks under your chin, slightly tilting your head back.

Your body is under his command as he lures you closer, fully intending to kiss you. Pleasant tingles ricochet through your bones when his lips graze yours, and you’re about to abandon your inhibitions and just kiss him.

Until the door of his study flies open, the heavy oakwood cracking against the wall, and you don’t think you’ve ever moved faster, scurrying away from Sylus to stand rigidly at his side.

“Hey, bossman,” says Kieran, oblivious to what he just interrupted. “Your guest is here.”

You don’t miss the growl roiling in Sylus’ chest, and if looks could kill…

You take the opportunity to slip out of his office while he’s giving Kieran an earful about manners, and you slink against a wall in the hallway once you’re out of earshot. A lovestruck smile crests over your face, your heart pounding beneath your fist curled to your chest. 

Perhaps you should invest in these heartfelt gifts more often if it means having more close calls like that with the object of your quiet pining.

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 23

So ch 25 will be the Bruce thingy- have fun with this one 🥹

Masterlist || First || previous<< Chapter 23 >>next(TBC)

“That’s an insane thing to ask out of me.” You raised an eyebrow at the two men sitting before you. “Sounds like fun. I’ll do it.” Lex just raised an eyebrow as you shrugged. “Just like that? No ‘how dare you dicks do something so stupidly suicidal’, no ‘I should put you both in my pocket dimensions for eternity’ just- I’ll do it?” Slade huffed. “Have you never heard of don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“I don’t know how you were raised, Wilson, but she and I are street kids. Nothing comes for free.” Your laugh drew the men’s attention. “Cynical. But the truth. I need the distraction after what happened to mom… and I want a small favor in exchange. Have y’all ever been on the Justice League’s space station?” The men glanced at each other before leaning in closer to you, their interest piqued. “No.”

“You’re about to be.” You nod towards the wall behind Lex, the one made of just glass. Your unimpressed look stuck on the second Superman, flexing and making faces. Kon-El stopped only when he turned around and saw Luthor's ashamed look and the unmoved faces of you and the other man.

Lex sighed and pressed a button, a panel of glass going down to allow the young man inside. And the young adult was quick to introduce himself. “-between us, I’m the better Superman.” Kon puffed his chest, forgetting for a moment why he was so willing to be close to Lex. “I prefer Bizarro.” The reply earned a stammer from Kon while Slade hid the amused smile behind his glass. “I take it the JL has agreed?” The young man cleared his throat. “Uh- yes. Tomorrow night at 5, so that everyone has a clear schedule and will be there.”

“Good. Tell them I’ll bring company, and to hold their shit to themselves until after the meeting.” You get up as Kon starts talking again. “You know, Jon talked quite a bit about you, and mom would love to see you again, and I heard you like animals- My grandparents got these fluffy cows, they’re real cute-“ He stopped when a flash of a green light and the sound of a door opening appeared, his eyes barely catching Slade leave and not even noticing where the light came from.

“Wha- where’d she go?” Kon turns and asks Lex. “Just missed your opportunity, smooth operator.” Lex rolled his eyes. “Some word of advice-“ Kon snorted at that, lifting off the ground. “From you? Never.” And just like that, the young man was gone too, leaving his creator pouting.

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“What do you have to say for yourself?” Damian had barely walked inside the manor before his father and Tim, alongside Jason, accosted him. Granted, the teen wasn’t listening to his father; his glare was instead glued to Drake and Todd's snickering forms. Smirking as the others came to see what was happening, his eyes locked with Grayson’s.

“I didn’t come back empty-handed, father. I have information you wouldn’t be able to find on the internet.” Bruce’s jaw clenched at that, but he was interested. “And Talia?” Damian just raised an eyebrow. “She’s a grown woman, vaccinated, I’m sure she’s doing just fine wherever she is.”

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“Are you fucking crazy?!” You yell while diving straight for Talia, who jumped off a skyscraper. The woman simply smiled as you wrapped your arms around her, slowly coming to a stop so you wouldn’t snap her neck. “Perhaps. But you caught me, and I have what I wanted. Your undivided attention.” Talia wraps her arm around your shoulders.

She doesn’t let you speak, smirking at your twitching eye. “I won’t let you get rid of me just because my son made a mistake, a grave one, sure, but a mistake. I grew attached to you and your family in the short time we have known each other, and I won’t let go so easily.”

She was as crazy as she was beautiful. “Lady-“ and she shushed you. “I won’t go anywhere until you accept the fact that you can’t get rid of me.” Maybe you should take Lex up on that family vacation, you definitely needed it. Your mom definitely did after that Levy fucker. You take a deep breath in, exhaling softly. “You’re lucky I have to be somewhere in a few hours and don’t have the time to argue.” You mumble and start flying towards her apartment, ignoring the way she smiled so smugly.

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Everyone in the meeting room of the JL's space station seemed to quiet down once Batman crashed into his chair, hands covering his face as the smug Red Hood smiled brighter than ever. It was a terrifying sight. “ ’Ello there, Batsy… You good?” John Constantine asked, the only one brave enough to ask.

The bat man dragged his hands down his face, letting them dangle over his knees. “Sorceress may be dating Deathstroke and Luthor at the same time.” The chaos his words brought only made Jason happier. “My condolences-“ Diana was quickly cut off by Richard Grayson, who finally processed what the older man said. “No- You’re lying, it's not a funny joke B. We've been through this, you're not quite funny-” Denial. His smile was bright, but his eyes were dead inside. “Our sister knows better than to associate with that little-“ Anger. “Does she? Unless Slade told her she wouldn’t, because we sure as hell didn’t tell her that. By the way, look at this one- they’re so cute together.”

Jason knew he was pushing it with the photo of you holding Lex on your shoulder and Slade under your arm, face unimpressed as the men seemed to be pouting while Mark was dealing with some monster behind your form. “No. No- it’s- she’s just doing a job- or it’s mind control-“ Bargaining. “Oh my god- we fucked her up mentally so bad she’s seeking the attention we didn’t give her in old men.” Dick cried. Depression. His gaze raised to the smug Jailbird. “You’re a liar- you liar-liar pants on fire!” Acceptance- oh… Never mind, we’re back to denial.

“He must be lying.” Damian’s voice was heard through the coms, the boy having been grounded until further notice. “She likes the drama and to annoy them, she would never think of such an atrocity… I refuse to believe she has such low standards.” Of course, Jason was lying. But he had accomplices that would make the family question reality.

Speaking of, a green portal opened a few feet away from the Justice League members. The first one to walk through was you. “A few important people to the mission are about to come through. I expect you all to meet them with no threats, just like they will.” You didn’t let them finish, starting to introduce. “This is the director of the Global Defense Agency, Cecil Stedman.”

“Allen of Unopa, a representative of the Coalition of Planets, and Thaedus, the founder of the Coalition of Planets.” Allen was quick to smile and greet everyone while you smile softly as Mark stepped through. “And, of course, my brother, Invincible, and my father, Omni-Man.” Some members tensed as Nolan stepped through the portal. “And Lex Luthor and Deathstroke? Was that it?” Slade nodded, taking your left while Lex stood at your right. Dick was ready to crash out, his fingers itching for a fight. “I understand why they are here.” Hawkman grunted, nodding to the other before turning his glare to Slade and Luthor. “But what relevance do they have in all of this?”

“That’s a piece of information to give the next time. We’re still working to see if the information given checks out.” Your response was as professional as it could be, not giving away anything before shrugging. “And maybe I need a piece of eye candy from time to time since I have to deal with you lot.” Jason could cry with happiness as the rest of the bats crashed into their chairs. It was evil what you two had come up with- well, what he came up with and what you, and the others played along with just because you were bored. Another man came through, followed by yet another man and woman. “And this is Harvey Dent.” Your hand moved to the two behind him. “Tucker Garnet and Jessica Lament, our legal team.”

“In exchange for your help with re-introducing Omni-Man to Earth, we’re willing to share what we know about the Viltrumites and how to stop them. Even offer some help dealing with the little traitor you have running around.” Cecil redirected the attention when he saw Red Robin raise his hand toward the assassin, ready to complain as well. “They’ve been dealt with. Intergalactic prison.” Hal Jordan shrugs. “Right…” Harvey mumbled before clearing his throat. “Here are the papers you need to sign before we talk.”

“What reassurance do we have that you do know how to deal with the Viltrumites? You have one on your side, how will that amount to anything when an army of thousands will come?” At the questions posed by Red Robin, Thaedus was quick to speak up. “He’s not the only Viltrumite that changed sides. And he isn’t the first.” He stepped forward. “I was the first one to rebel against the empire. I was the one who killed the first Viltrumite Emperor, Argall. I founded the Coalition of Planets specifically to fight against the empire.”

“And you’re wrong in your assumption. Their propaganda may have spread far and wide, but the plague wiped most of us out. There’s less than 50 remaining Viltrumites.” Nolan continued. His eyes slowly turned towards his kids as he rested his hand on your shoulder, a proud smile taking over him. “Maybe three less.” Bruce frowned at the insinuation and at the smug smirk that grew on your face. First Joker and now some Viltrumites… would you have been different if he was the father you deserved? He straightened at the thought. Of course, you would have been- this- you being so okay with murder is due to Nolan’s indoctrination, he was sure of it. Well… He was deluding himself to believe that.

“Oh- how nice, we have words-“ Cecil quickly interrupted Hawkman. “You have the only thing that will save your public image. Sign the damn papers so we all can get what we want. Us more allies against the genociders and you keeping the image of the good guys.”  Duke is the first one to get up and grab a paper, with Stephanie and Cassandra quickly following. In the end, everyone did.

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It’s been hours of debriefing for both Nolan’s reintroduction and the information of Viltrumites, mainly correcting the deeply embedded propaganda they took as fact. You were tired. So tired. Mainly of how Dick looked at you like a hurt little puppy.

Granted, Lex saved you with a nudge, showing you the time. “Well, I’m sure you all can carry on without us. We have to be present for our reservations.” You smile as you get up from your seat. “A reservation is more important than-“ You quickly frowned as you glared at Superman. “If you dare stop me from spending time with my boos at The Ritz I’ll bite your head off.”

As you three left, Jason hid his laugh behind a cough. Now, while the bat crew cringed at the use of endearment, Nightwing was straight up losing it. The man gagged audibly, sliding down the chair to his knees before curling up on the floor, shaking. “Isn’t the Ritz closed at this hour?” Diana’s question made the man shudder at the thought, immediately getting back to his knees to grab at Batman. “I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.” Richard hissed, shaking the man. Kon, decided to get up and move to the other side of the room, to stretch his legs. No other reason. “I don’t know man.” Jason started up, mixing the pot as he smiled under his mask. “It’s kind of cute she calls them her boos.” Dick gagged once more, crumbling to the ground with a whimper. “My birdie- my innocent baby sis-“

Batman could only watch as his oldest started crying- or maybe just hyperventilating, he wasn’t quite sure. “I second Richard.” The older man could only sigh as Damian’s voice cracked through the coms. He… He dreaded the thought that, perhaps, letting go of his no-killing rule would be beneficial. His eyes drifted to Nolan and Mark, who decided to pick up a conversation with Jason. Maybe…

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“You lied to them so easily. You’re a terrible liar, usually.” Lex brought up as he changed from his costume to a more space-appropriate suit as Slade did the same. “I’m a terrible liar if I have to come up with something on barely a second, give me a minute or a whole day, and I’ll have a whole story made up.” You shrug.

“Have you ever lied to us like that?” Slade couldn’t help the curiosity that shone through. “What would I gain from that? Lex gives me money when I just straight up ask, and you bring me trinkets from your missions without me even having to mention it. There’s literally no use for me to lie.”

Lex came out with his space suit helmet in hand. “Did you have to call us your boos?” You just smirked. “It was the cringier option. I’m more of ‘my heart’ type of endearment.” Slade looked at you with a smirk on his smug mug. “Is that what you called Giganta on your very short-lived escapade?”

“How about we don’t talk about that?” Lex tutted at your failed diversion. “Aw, did she break your heart?” You gave the bald man a blank stare. “I will throw you into a black hole.” He just laughed.

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