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blauequuleus · 2 days ago

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@snow-leopard-777

I am gonna run with this idea for a bit

Tim has a new obsession

Or maybe it would be considered a project?

Either way Tim has found a new fascination in one Danny Fenton

A Danny Fenton who had now been living in the 33rd floor men’s bathroom for about 4 months now. It was a bathroom located, seemingly forgotten, in the back of an old unused office/storage area, that hadn’t been occupied by a team for about 3 years now.

With Tim having only found out about Danny after he’d been living there for, as Tim estimated, about a month

Now normally this would have been a cause of alarm for Tim to find out an unknown person had taken up residence just one floor above some of their more sensitive projects.

And it was alarming, until Tim started to dig for information about Wayne Enterprises’ new tenant.

And what little he found he did not like

But that was also the main point of Tim’s new fixation …the fact that he found such little information about Danny and his background

Now not to toot his own horn but Tim knows he can find information and dirt on anyone. Give him a computer, some wi-fi and 5 minutes and he could find information that could possibly crumble governments in the same time span.

But Danny was turning out to be a very frustrating yet fascinating case

Because Tim kept only finding more questions than answers about the guy and where he’s from

His, what was supposed to be quick, look into his new neighbor turned into a rabbit hole of government conspiracies and coverups. A whole town that seemingly doesn’t exist anymore but with active but empty online profiles claiming to be from there, a heavily encrypted recent tax record of the city and also a census that was mostly redacted. Not to mention there being some billionaire mixed up in there too.

What had really made Tim pause was some possible evidence of human experimentation by a shady government branch and a bounty for Danny placed by the same governmental branch Tim had never heard of nor could he find much information on. Which Tim would bet all his WE stock on were connected

Needless to say Tim’s new project had him deeply fascinated and slightly horrified that the Justice League had missed something as big as this.

So Tim after keeping an eye on Danny for a bit and realizing he wasn’t doing anything other than using the bathroom as a temporary home, lets him stay. With Tim keeping an unknown eye on him just in case.

Cause other than the new can of worms with Danny’s background check, Tim was also curious about the guy himself.

He was interested to figure out how Danny had managed to bypass all their security measures. Because WE’s security system was nothing to sneeze at. Heck just last week and alarm had gone off cause a fly had gotten into a restricted area.

Yet somehow this guy about Tim’s age had not only managed to get into the building, he’d set up a bedroom for himself and was able to keep coming and going undetected.

Obviously some kind of meta or possibly alien but Tim knew they had security systems in place to detect those kinds of things. So the fact Danny ignored all of that was very interesting.

Unfortunately it all came crashing down a bit when in a routine maintenance Danny’s little place was discovered.

Tim had been doing some work in his lesser known office he has when he just needs to get work done without interruptions, it’s on a more empty floor and is “coincidentally” one floor above Danny’s little apartment. But suddenly after some commotion he looks up to see the new object of his investigative obsession running towards his open door looking panicked and asking to hide him.

And who is Tim to turn down this golden opportunity of Danny coming to him instead of Tim having to figure out a way to approach him without scaring him off.

So now Tim has a choice: he could get Danny out of the building and maybe if Danny will let him help find Danny a new place to live or he gets Danny out but drops info about another abandoned bathroom on the 35th floor that had just been repaired and shouldn’t have maintenance come by again for a few months especially if Tim changes the schedule for that one

And so now unknown to everyone but Tim, and an increasingly frustrated security team, Danny now lives at WE.

Tim decides two things as well: the less people that know about Danny’s existence for now the better with that government bounty on his head and that this will be a great way to win Danny’s trust and get more information by helping him hide

And so Danny lives there in the WE tower with only Tim being the wiser as to who he is. Danny will sometimes pop out and visit Tim in his 34th floor office where Tim now keeps food and drinks.

And this is a great set up for a while with Tim getting to know Danny and helping l him on dismantling/untangling everything that lead to Danny being there. No it’s not a crush Tim just finds Danny smart, funny and very cute but on a professional level. But then it dawns on Tim after a close call with security he can’t just let Danny keep up like this so one fake id and employment later Tim unceremoniously adds Danny to the employee registry as a security tester.

He’d run the idea by Danny who readily agreed plus now Tim can pay him and give Danny a new start.

Tim never tells anyone about the new hire until security catches Danny on an off day but before they can escort him out of the building Danny tells them he works there. Which they don’t believe until they pull him up in the system and discover his title and that he works directly under Tim.

Danny running into a room: Hide me!

Tim: Under my desk! Quick!

Danny: *Jumping the desk* Thank you!

Security Guard running in: Mr. Drake-Wayne! Have you seen a suspicious man pass through here?

Tim: Hmm? No. Is something happening?

Security Guard: A while ago, someone reported that a homeless man was found sleeping in one of our less used bathrooms. It looks like he had been staying there for a while. He had an entire camp set up. He ran as soon as the security was called but we think he's still in the building.

Tim: Wow that's crazy. Hope you catch him

Security Guard: Thank you. I suggest you move down to level 1 until we're sure he's not a danger.

Tim: Of course. I'll be right there.

Tim: *Moving his wheel chair back to stare into Danny's eyes* He's gone.

Danny: Thank you so much for hiding me.

Tim: You're welcome. Take off your clothes

Danny: Excuse me?

Tim: Switch into one of my spare suits. We're going to pretend you're my guest and walked you right pass security.

Danny: Who keeps seven spair complete suits at work?

Tim: *Holding up two ties* I do. Now, this Aqua blue makes your eyes pop, but this classic black with silver stripes gives you a mysterious aura. What are we feeling?

Danny: ....the blue one is nice.

#dcxdp #dead tired #Tim has no concept of a normal way to meet people #so now Tim has a giant crush on the guy that took over a men’s room #when the Batfam later find out about Danny they’re all just like: “hey Tim….what the fuck”#*Tim twirling his hair and kicking his feet with and obvious crush on the homeless guy*: “what I just find him interesting”#Batfam: *press X to doub*

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woozinhos · 3 days ago

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Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

notes: This is the full fic guys I really hope you enjoy I spent so much time on this I really love writing cowboy concepts so let me know if you want a part two of this or a different cowboy idol hope you enjoy

Smut below

Mingyu's eyes raked over your body as you approached him, a slow grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, tipping his hat back with one hand. "Looks like I've caught myself a pretty little thing."

He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over you as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"What's a delicate thing like you doing all alone out here in the middle of nowhere?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from his intense gaze.

Mingyu chuckled at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

"You look like you need a little bit of...company," he murmured, his hand trailing down your arm and coming to rest on your waist.

"And what kind of company do you think I need, cowboy?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the heat pooling in your core.

Mingyu's eyes darkened at your words, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you closer to him.

"The kind that will make you forget all about being a delicate little thing," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "The kind that will make you scream my name until your voice is hoarse."

You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your hip, and it only served to heighten your own desire.

Mingyu's lips grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver through your body.

"I can make you feel things you've never even dreamed of," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Are you ready for that, darlin'?"

You fumble with your hands hands and look up to him.

“My daddy wouldn’t like this sir,” You smirk looking at him.

Mingyu chuckled darkly, his hand sliding lower to grab your ass.

"Well, princess," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I ain't much for obeying rules. Especially when it comes to a pretty thing like you."

He spun you around and pressed you against the nearest wall, his body trapping you between the hard surface and his muscular frame.

"I think your daddy would have to get used to the idea of sharing you," he growled, his lips trailing a path down your jawline.

His hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"I'm going to make you mine," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "And there's nothing your daddy can do about it."

Mingyu's lips found yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he claimed you for his own.

He pressed his body flush against yours, the hard planes of his muscles molding against your curves.

You could feel the evidence of his arousal growing harder against your stomach, and you couldn't help but grind against him in response.

Mingyu let out a low growl, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down your neck.

"You're so damn needy," he muttered, his hands roaming over your hips and thighs. "And I love it."

You gasp at the feeling of Mingyu on your neck.

“My daddy will be home soon I have to work in the stables”

Mingyu chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

"You're daddy's gonna be home soon, huh?" he murmured, his hands continuing to explore your body. "Too bad. Looks like you're going to be busy for a while."

Mingyu let out a frustrated groan, his grip on you tightening.

"The stables can wait," he grumbled, his lips tracing a path down to the valley between your breasts. "I'm not done with you yet."

He sank to his knees in front of you, his hands skimming up your thighs as he looked up at you with a hungry gaze.

"Besides," he said, his voice low and husky. "I think I have a much better way to keep you occupied."

Mingyu pushed your skirt up, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

"You're not going anywhere until I say so," he growled, his eyes locked on yours as he inched closer to your center.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke.

"And right now, I want to taste you," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to make you come undone with just my mouth."

He buried his face between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe along your folds.

A gasp escaped your lips as he repeated the motion, his hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place.

Mingyu's tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of you as he devoured you with an insatiable hunger.

He knew exactly what to do to make you writhe and moan above him, his skilled tongue and lips driving you wild with pleasure.

"Mingyu... oh god..." you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as you held him close.

He hummed against you in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

He could feel you getting closer to the edge, your thighs trembling around his head as he continued his relentless assault on your sensitive flesh.

Mingyu pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening with your arousal.

"That's it, darlin'," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Let go for me. I want to taste every drop of you."

He dove back in, his tongue working furiously against your clit as he pushed you closer and closer to the brink.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open for him as he devoured you with an almost feral intensity.

Your body began to tremble, the coil of pleasure inside you winding tighter and tighter as Mingyu's expert touch brought you closer to your release.

He could sense you were on the verge, and he doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly.

You could feel your orgasm building, the heat and tension in your core becoming almost unbearable.

Mingyu sensed it too, and he looked up at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Come for me, princess," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Let go and scream my name."

You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, your body arching against him as waves of pleasure washed through you.

Mingyu held you tight, his mouth never leaving your center as he continued to lap up your juices, prolonging your ecstasy for as long as possible.

As your body slowly relaxed, Mingyu pulled back and looked up at you with a satisfied smirk.

"God, you're beautiful when you come," he said, his voice rough and husky. "And you taste even better."

You looked down at him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

"You... you're a menace," you gasped, a mix of exhaustion and awe in your voice.

Mingyu's head snapped up, his eyes darting towards the sound of the truck outside.

"Damn it," he muttered, quickly getting to his feet. "Your daddy's home."

Mingyu quickly adjusted your clothes, making sure you looked presentable.

"You're going to have to go out there and act like nothing happened," he whispered, his hands lingering on your hips. "Can you do that for me, princess?"

You nodded, still a bit dazed from the aftermath of your orgasm.

Mingyu gave you a reassuring smile, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes darkening with possessiveness. "Just remember who you belong to."

Just then, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house.

Mingyu tensed, his grip on you tightening as he heard your father's heavy footsteps approaching.

"You better go greet him," Mingyu whispered, reluctantly letting you go. "And I'll... be waiting here."

You gave him a quick nod, steeling yourself for the encounter with your father.

As you made your way to the living room, you could hear Mingyu moving around in the stables, no doubt trying to look busy.

Your father greeted you warmly as you entered the room, oblivious to what had just transpired in the stables.

"Hey there, sweetheart," he said, giving you a quick hug. "How's my little girl doing?"

You forced a smile, trying to act normal as you returned your father's hug.

"I'm good, Dad," you replied, your heart still racing from the encounter with Mingyu.

Your father seemed satisfied with your answer, ruffling your hair affectionately before moving past you towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to grab a beer and unwind," he called over his shoulder. "You should join me. We can catch up."

"Actually, I think I'm going to head to my room for a bit," you replied, trying to sound casual. "I'm feeling a bit tired."

Your father frowned, concern etched on his face.

"Are you feeling okay, honey?" he asked, studying you closely. "You look a bit flushed."

You felt a pang of guilt, knowing that your father's concern was genuine.

"I'm fine, really," you insisted, trying to reassure him. "Just need some rest. I had a long day at work, that's all."

Your father still looked unconvinced, but he didn't press the issue.

"Alright, if you say so," he said, still looking at you with a hint of worry. "But make sure you get some rest, okay? You work too hard sometimes."

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for lying to your father.

"I will, I promise," you said, forcing a smile. "Thanks, Dad."

With that, you quickly made your way to your room, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it with a sigh.

As you entered your room, you let out a shaky breath, your body still thrumming with adrenaline and the remnants of pleasure.

You collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow as you tried to process what had just happened.

You lay there for a few moments, your mind racing with thoughts of Mingyu.

The way he had touched you, the way he had made you feel, it was all still fresh in your mind. And yet, you knew you couldn't act on those feelings. Not while your father was home.

You got up from your bed and walked over to the window, pushing aside the curtain and peering out into the night.

You could see the faint glow of the stable lights, casting a warm, yellow hue over the surrounding area. You knew that Mingyu was probably in there, waiting for you.

You decided to change into your nightgown, feeling too tired and overwhelmed to bother with anything else.

You quickly shed your clothes and pulled on the soft, comfortable fabric of your nightgown, feeling the cool material against your skin.

As you sat on the window ledge, you continued to watch the stables, your eyes fixed on the dimly lit building.

You wondered what Mingyu was doing in there, if he was waiting for you to come to him or if he was already losing patience.

As if sensing your thoughts, the lights in the stable flickered off, leaving the area outside in darkness.

Your heart skipped a beat, your body instinctively tensing as you wondered if Mingyu was going to come to you instead.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw a figure walking towards your window, the tall, muscular frame unmistakable.

It was Mingyu, striding towards you with purpose in his step.

As he approached the window, you looked down at him from your perch on the ledge.

He stopped directly below you, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. Even in the darkness, you could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at you.

"What are you doing here?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice low so as not to alert your father.

Mingyu smirked up at you, his gaze roaming over your body in your nightgown.

"I couldn't stay away," he replied, his voice low and rough. "Not after what happened in the stables."

"We can't do this," you hissed, trying to ignore the way your body was responding to his presence. "My father is right downstairs."

Mingyu chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

"I know," he said, his eyes glinting in the darkness. "But I don't care. I want you, and I'm going to have you, no matter what."

"You're insane," you breathed, trying to sound angry but failing miserably.

Despite your words, you found yourself leaning closer to the window, your body drawn to his as if by some invisible force.

Mingyu's smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire as he saw your reaction.

"Maybe I am," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "But you can't deny that you want this too. I can see it in your eyes, the way you're looking at me."

"My dad is right downstairs," you repeated, your voice trembling slightly. "If he finds out about this, he'll kill you."

"Jump down," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Come down here to me."

You hesitated for a moment, torn between fear and desire.

"I can't," you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest. "It's too dangerous."

Mingyu's expression darkened, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"I said jump," he repeated, his voice rougher this time. "Now."

Despite your reservations, you found yourself slowly climbing out of the window, the cool night air hitting your skin as you lowered yourself to the ground.

You landed with a soft thud, your legs wobbling slightly as you straightened up.

You smoothed out your nightgown, feeling incredibly exposed in the thin fabric.

You looked up at Mingyu, your eyes meeting his intense gaze.

"Now what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you in one stride.

"Now," he said, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily, "we find somewhere more private."

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation and excitement.

You couldn't deny the thrill that was coursing through your veins at the thought of being alone with him, of being able to give in to your desires without any interruptions.

Mingyu took your hand, his grip firm as he led you towards the stables.

"Come on," he said, his voice low and urgent. "My horse is waiting for us."

As you walked towards the stables, your mind raced with possibilities.

You knew what was going to happen once you got there, and the thought made your pulse quicken.

"Are you sure about this?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Mingyu glanced down at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"Absolutely," he replied, his grip on your hand tightening. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

You reached the stables, and Mingyu quickly led you to his horse, a massive black stallion named Midnight.

He helped you up onto the horse's back, his hands lingering on your hips for a moment longer than necessary.

Once you were seated, Mingyu swung up behind you, his body pressing against yours as he took the reins.

You could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of your nightgown, and you couldn't help but shiver at the sensation.

Mingyu urged Midnight into a gallop, the horse's hooves pounding against the ground as you rode out of the estate grounds.

The wind whipped through your hair, and you clung to Mingyu's arms as he steered the horse through the darkness.

The sound of the hooves faded into the distance as you left the estate behind, the only thing you could hear now was the sound of your own ragged breathing and the steady rhythm of Midnight's gallop.

Mingyu's arms were wrapped tightly around you, holding you securely against his chest as he guided the horse through the countryside.

The darkness of the night surrounded you, the only light coming from the moon and stars above.

You felt as if you were in a dream, everything else forgotten except for the feel of Mingyu's body against yours and the exhilaration of the ride.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mingyu slowed Midnight to a stop.

You looked around, realizing that you were in a secluded clearing in the woods. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings.

Mingyu dismounted from the horse, then reached up to help you down.

As soon as your feet touched the ground, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing down onto yours in a passionate kiss.

You melted into the kiss, your body molding against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss was hungry and demanding, filled with all the pent-up desire and longing that had been building between you.

Mingyu's hands roamed over your body, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your skin.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered against your skin.

"I've been waiting for this for so long," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You gasped as his lips found your sweet spot, and you instinctively arched your neck to give him better access.

"M-my father," you managed to say, the words coming out as a breathless whisper.

Mingyu's hands stilled for a moment, his lips pausing against your skin.

"What about him?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

"He'll be furious if he finds out," you said, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Mingyu chuckled darkly, his hands resuming their exploration of your body.

"Let him be," he said, his lips finding your earlobe and nibbling gently. "I don't care what he thinks."

"He'll disown me," you protested weakly, even as your body betrayed you, arching into Mingyu's touch.

Mingyu chuckled again, his hands finding the hem of your nightgown and slowly inching it upwards.

"I'll take care of you," he said, his lips moving back to your neck. "I'll give you everything you need."

You shivered as the cool night air hit your skin, your body exposed to Mingyu's hungry gaze.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes raking over your body with an almost possessive intensity.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and desire.

He reached out and traced a finger down the curve of your hip, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

You let out a soft moan, your body responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own.

Mingyu smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

"You like that, don't you?" he teased, his fingers continuing their path across your skin.

You nodded, unable to form words as the sensations coursing through your body left you breathless.

Mingyu leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"Good," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Mingyu guided you over to a nearby tree, sitting down against the trunk and pulling you down onto his lap.

You straddled his hips, your legs on either side of his as you looked down at him.

He ran his hands up and down your thighs, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"You're mine," he said, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at you. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

Mingyu's hands moved to the buckle of his trousers, quickly undoing it and freeing himself from the confines of the fabric.

He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so.

Once he was free, he reached up and pulled you down into a deep, hungry kiss.

You could feel the heat of his body against yours, his arousal pressing against your thigh as he held you close.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice low and rough with desire.

You obeyed without hesitation, parting your lips and taking him into your mouth.

Mingyu let out a groan, his head falling back against the tree trunk as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

"That's it," he said, his voice strained. "Just like that."

He guided your movements with his hand, gently but firmly, as you took him deeper into your mouth.

Mingyu's breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly as he struggled to maintain control.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening. "God, I've been dreaming about this."

Mingyu clutched his hat tightly in his free hand, using it to ground himself as the sensations coursing through his body threatened to overwhelm him.

He watched you intently, his eyes dark and hooded with desire as he took in the sight of you on your knees before him.

Just as you felt him nearing his release, Mingyu suddenly pulled you off of him, a low growl escaping his lips.

"Not yet," he said, his chest heaving with exertion. "I want to be inside you when I come."

Mingyu smirked up at you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and challenge.

"You heard me," he said, his voice low and husky. "Get on top and ride me like the cowgirl you are."

You straddled him again, this time positioning yourself over his hardened length.

Mingyu's hands settled on your hips, guiding you as you slowly lowered yourself onto him.

You both let out a low moan as he filled you, the sensation of him stretching you sending shivers down your spine.

Mingyu's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place.

"God, you feel so good," he said through gritted teeth. "So tight and wet for me."

"All for you," you gasped, rolling your hips against him and drawing a groan from his lips.

Mingyu's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his head falling back against the tree trunk as he struggled to hold onto his composure.

"You're driving me crazy," he managed to say, his voice strained. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You reached up and gently removed the hat from Mingyu's head, setting it aside so that his messy hair was free to fall around his face.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense as you began to move on top of him.

As you rode him, Mingyu reached up and placed his hat on your head, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity.

"You look even more beautiful with my hat on," he said, his voice low and rough. "Mine."

With each roll of your hips, the brim of the hat threatened to fall over your eyes, but you kept it in place, not wanting to lose the feeling of Mingyu's hands on your body.

He watched you intently, his gaze roaming over your body as you moved above him.

Mingyu's grip on your hips became almost bruising as you rode him, his eyes locked on the sight of you wearing his hat.

"I love seeing you like this," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "You look so good on top of me, so powerful and in control."

He bucked his hips up to meet yours, driving himself deeper inside you with each thrust.

"But I want to be in control," he said, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "I want to take you and make you mine in every way possible."

Mingyu's eyes darkened further as he saw the smile on your face, a feral growl escaping his lips.

He knew that you were teasing him, pushing him to his limits, and he loved it.

He tightened his grip on your hips, guiding you faster and harder as he neared his peak.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," he warned, his voice rough and strained. "And you're going to get burned."

Despite his words, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you continue to tease him.

Mingyu's hand came down hard on your ass, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"I said ride me," he growled, his eyes flashing with desire. "Harder."

You let out a gasp at the impact, but obeyed his command, riding him even harder and faster than before.

Mingyu's eyes rolled back in his head, his jaw clenched tightly as he fought to maintain control.

He began to buck his hips up even more forcefully, meeting you thrust for thrust as he chased his release.

"Yes, just like that," he panted, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, pulling you down onto him harder. "You're so close, I can feel it."

Mingyu could sense that you were close, your body beginning to tremble as you neared your peak.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "I want to feel you clench around me, want to feel you come undone on my cock."

"Mingyu, I'm so close," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "Please, don't stop."

Mingyu's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze intense as he continued to drive into you.

"I won't stop," he promised, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'll make you come over and over again until you can't take it anymore."

With a few more powerful thrusts, you finally reached your peak, your body shuddering with pleasure as you cried out his name.

Mingyu held you close, his grip on you almost possessive as he continued to thrust up into you, prolonging your orgasm.

As you came down from your high, Mingyu began to lose his own control, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate.

He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he chased his own release.

With a final, guttural moan, Mingyu came inside you, his body tensing as he spilled himself deep within you.

He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he rode out his orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

As Mingyu came down from his high, he lifted his head to look at you, a smug smile on his face.

"What's with that look?" he asked, noticing your shocked expression. "You look like you didn't expect me to come inside you."

"I-I wasn't expecting it," you stammered, still trying to process the feeling of him filling you up.

Mingyu chuckled, a low, rough sound.

"You should know by now that I always do what I want," he said, his hands roaming over your body. "And right now, I wanted to come inside you."

As you reached up to put the hat back on his head, Mingyu grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"Keep it," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "I want you to wear it until we get home."

You nodded, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the command in his voice.

You were still straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside you, and the feeling of his hat on your head was a strange mix of familiarity and possession.

Mingyu looked up at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he admired the sight of you wearing his hat.

"You look perfect like this," he said, his voice low and rough. "My hat on your head, my cum dripping down your thighs..."

"You're such a possessive bastard," you said, your voice a mixture of amusement and arousal.

Mingyu chuckled again, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Damn right I am," he said, his eyes gleaming with a primal hunger. "And don't you forget it."

"We should get going," Mingyu said, reluctantly pulling out of you. "I need to take you back to your home."

He reached for his clothes, pulling them on quickly before turning back to you.

As you stood up, a wave of anxiety washed over you.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of fear at the thought of your father noticing that you were wearing Mingyu's hat.

Mingyu gently lifted you onto his horse, his hands lingering on your waist as he settled you into place in front of him.

He swung up behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he took the reins in his hands.

As the horse began to move, Mingyu wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely against him.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"Don't worry," he murmured. "I'll protect you from your father."

"We'll sneak you back in through your window," Mingyu said, his voice low and confident. "Your father will never even know you were gone."

As you approached your house, Mingyu slowed the horse to a stop, making sure to keep out of sight from any prying eyes.

"Can you climb in on your own?" he asked, his eyes scanning the surroundings to make sure the coast was clear.

"I think so," you said, looking up at the window to your room.

It was a fair distance from the ground, but you had climbed in and out of it many times before.

Mingyu gave you a reassuring squeeze.

"Be careful," he said, his voice filled with concern. "I'll wait here until you're inside."

You nodded, taking a deep breath before dismounting the horse.

You made your way over to the wall, scaling it with practiced ease until you reached the window ledge.

As you reached the window, you held onto the hat tightly, not wanting to lose it.

You carefully pushed the window open, thankful that you had left it unlocked.

As you looked down at Mingyu, you saw him watching you intently, a mixture of concern and admiration in his eyes.

He gave you a nod, signaling that he was ready to leave once you were safely inside.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard footsteps approaching your bedroom door.

You froze, holding your breath as you listened, wondering who it could be.

You looked down at Mingyu, your eyes wide with panic.

He caught your gaze, his expression serious as he realized the situation.

With a swift movement, you shoved the hat under your bed, just as the bedroom door began to creak open.

The door opened slowly, revealing your father standing in the doorway.

He scanned the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of your disheveled appearance.

"Where have you been?" your father asked, his voice cold and suspicious.

He stepped into the room, his gaze falling on the open window behind you.

Your heart sank as you realized that he had noticed the window.

"I... I was just out for a walk," you lied, trying to sound nonchalant.

But your father wasn't fooled.

"A walk?" he repeated, his tone skeptical. "At this hour? And in such a disheveled state?"

He took another step closer, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized your appearance.

"Your hair is a mess," he said, gesturing to your tangled locks. "And your clothes are wrinkled. You look like you've been rolling around in the dirt."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as your father continued to point out the obvious signs of your recent activities.

"And what's that on your neck?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Your hand instinctively went to your neck, covering the hickeys that Mingyu had left there.

Your father's eyes widened in realization, and his expression turned dark.

"Don't even think about lying to me," he said, his voice laced with anger. "I know exactly what you've been doing."

"You've been with a boy," your father spat out, his face red with fury. "I knew I shouldn't have let you go out tonight."

He stepped even closer, towering over you as he continued to glare at you.

"Who was it?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Tell me who you've been seeing."

You hesitated, not wanting to give up Mingyu's name.

But your father wasn't going to let you off that easily.

"Don't you dare keep silent," he snarled, grabbing your arm and shaking you roughly. "Tell me who it is, or so help me I'll make you regret it."

You flinched as your father raised his hand, preparing to strike you.

You knew that he was angry, but you had never seen him like this before. The fear and pain welled up inside you, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling with fear. "Don't hurt me."

But your plea fell on deaf ears.

Your father's hand came down in a vicious slap, the sound echoing through the room.

The pain was sharp and immediate, and you cried out in shock.

Your father's face twisted into a cruel sneer as he saw the tears streaming down your face.

"You deserve this," he said coldly. "You deserve every bit of it for disobeying me and seeing that boy behind my back."

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"You will never see him again," he hissed. "I forbid it. You are not to leave this house, and you will never speak to that boy again. Do you understand me?"

You nodded silently, your head spinning from the shock and pain.

Your father released his grip on your chin, his eyes cold and unforgiving.

"Good," he said gruffly, turning to leave the room. "You'll stay in here until I decide what to do with you."

He slammed the door shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the pain in your cheek.

As soon as the door closed, you let out a sob, collapsing onto your bed.

The tears flowed freely now, and you buried your face in your pillow to muffle your cries.

Your body trembled with fear and anger, but there was nothing you could do. You were trapped in this house, at the mercy of your father's wrath.

Despite the pain and fear, you couldn't help but wonder if Mingyu was still there, waiting for you.

Slowly, you got up from the bed and crossed the room to the window. You peeked out cautiously, scanning the area for any sign of him.

At first, you didn't see anything. The yard was dark and empty, and you felt a pang of disappointment.

But then, as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you caught a glimpse of movement in the shadows.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that it was Mingyu. He was still there, hidden in the shadows, waiting for you.

You watched as he shifted slightly, his eyes scanning the house as if searching for any signs of danger.

You wanted to call out to him, to let him know that you were okay, but you knew it was too risky. Your father was still in the house, and if he caught you talking to Mingyu, there would be hell to pay.

So you stood there silently, watching Mingyu from a distance, feeling a mixture of emotions - fear, sadness, and love.

You continued to watch Mingyu, your heart aching as you realized that you may never be able to see him again.

He looked so strong and confident, standing there in the shadows, but you could see the worry etched on his face. He was just as scared as you were, and it broke your heart to know that you had caused him so much pain.

You longed to run to him, to throw yourself into his arms and forget about everything else. But you knew it was impossible. Your father had made sure of that.

As you watched Mingyu from the window, a sudden idea popped into your head.

You looked around your room, searching for something to throw out the window. Your eyes fell on a hankie that was lying on your dresser. It was white and small, but it would have to do.

Carefully, you picked up the hankie and opened the window just a crack. You looked back at Mingyu, making sure he was still there.

With a deep breath, you took aim and tossed the hankie out the window, praying that Mingyu would catch it.

The hankie flew through the air, landing softly on the ground a few feet away from him. Mingyu looked down at it in surprise, his eyes widening as he realized what it was.

For a moment, Mingyu just stood there, staring at the hankie in disbelief.

Then, slowly, he bent down and picked it up, his fingers brushing over the soft fabric. He looked up at the window, his eyes meeting yours.

Even from a distance, you could see the mixture of emotions on his face - hope, relief, and love.

Mingyu smiled softly as he saw you tilt your hat to him, a silent gesture of understanding.

He held the hankie tightly in his hand, as if it were a precious gift, and nodded in acknowledgment. For a brief moment, you felt a sense of connection with him, despite the distance between you.

Your heart skipped a beat as Mingyu blew you a kiss, his lips curving into a gentle smile.He mounted his horse, and for a moment, he looked back at the house one last time.

Then, with a final glance in your direction, he turned his horse and rode away into the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the hankie in his hand.

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machisneedle · 1 day ago

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hiiii! can I request some hcs (fluff + smut) for chrollo (or any other troupe members) if they have a husband/wife from meteor city (who he grew up with)?

im just rlly tired of ppl constantly making the pt k!snap their s/o’s tbh😕

ty!!!!!

Ofc I can !! <3 also I agree with the kidnapping part , I struggle to find good troupe content that isn't grr yandere zaddy kidnaps you. No hate to those who like that though !

phantom troupe members w a S/O they grew up with !! 🕷️ྀི` .

✧ characters in this are chrollo , feitan , shalnark , pakunoda

✧ content : headcanon format , fluff , smut / not safe for work content , fingering , oral , p in v ( chrollo , feitan , shalnarks part) , angst / death on pakus , also I don't really know how to write male or gn reader so I just did fem !! I hope that's ok.

!! Minors, please do not interact with this post !!

Chrollo 🕷️ྀི` .

✧ growing up with chrollo before the incident with Sarasa's death would be quite sweet tbh , staying up late together , talking about finding new tapes to perform and dub over. You were always a constant in his life , which was comforting for him.

✧ after the trauma of Sarasa's death , It just made him need you around him more. that need for you to be safe lasts into his adult years. This man is so protective of you , not in a cliche get away from my girl type way , no its in the way that your safety is on his mind alot. Especially with the line of work he's in. Probably keeps a troupe member with you at most times when he's not home , just in case.

✧ with the fact you grew up together , you already knew the troupe before it existed , so it would be something he couldn't really hide from you.

✧ I'm a firm believer in that chrollo is suffering from insomnia or some disorder that is similar. like this man is never asleep first when you're both in bed , when he finally puts his book away to sleep you can feel his arms snake around your waist as he breathes in your nostalgic scent. He doesn't get many times to relax nor to be so close to you due to the troupe, but he enjoys these moments more than anything , It brings him back to a simpler time.

✧ you both visit meteor City quiet abit (i'd also like to think you got married there) , seeing you pass out new clothes and food to the kids who live there warms his heart , it makes him remember why he fell for you in the first place.

✧ you were his first time and the only woman he wants to pleasure. I feel like growing up with him makes being intimate just that much more passionate , he fucks you like he might never see you again (which is a possibility If he isnt careful enough with protecting you , the reality makes his heart ache.) . Whispering the dirtiest but softest praises into your ear , acting like he isn't making you moan so loud under him , your voice might give out.

✧ this man eats pussy SO well , after the first time he eats you out your just stunned for a second , like what magic did this man just cast on your pussy to make you feel this good. He probably read a book about it or something. Also defo would eat you out because he likes it not for anything in return , your needs come first for him.

✧ about seeing you helping out the kids in meteor City thing I mentioned. when your home be ready. He doesn't have a breeding kink , but the thought of you taking care of his child and doing motherly activities makes him so happy he can't help but want to get you pregnant the second you close the front door. Get ready for a long night , he has stamina , and he won't be stopping till you're absolutely full of his loads. He'd whisper to you how "I should of done this so much sooner , my darling" or "feeling you this raw is pure bliss... like I'm fully claiming you in body and mind."

✧ 100% into cock warming you while reading a book. No one will change my opinion.

Feitan🕷️ྀི` .

✧ when you first met him , he avoided you like the plague. Honestly , at first you thought he hated your guts. Whenever you hung out with him and his friends , he'd refuse to reply to you but he didn't mean it in a rude way he just didn't want to embarrass himself around you because of how bad his english was.

✧ phinks eventually told you why he wouldn't talk to you , which made you feel somewhat bad ? To communicate with him for a while , you used a pen and some paper you found in the garbage heeps writing down what you said to help him learn some English.

✧ the first time hearing his voice is SHOCKING , he wrote down how he didn't want to because it sounded bad but you thought his voice was soothing which you told him , making him a bit more comfortable around you.

✧ As he grew up , he got more reserved but you didn't care sticking to him like glue , he could complain as much as he wanted saying you where wasting your time being around him or that it's too dangerous for you to stick with him but his words never held any malice more concern that you would get hurt by something or his actions but he'd never admit to having such 'weak' thoughts.

✧ like chrollo , he's another protective boy , but he doesn't trust anyone else with protecting you but himself. Would break someone's neck for looking at you in a way he didn't like , oh and don't even get me started if someone tries to hit on you because they think he's just some short loser who got lucky... let's just say later that night you will hear some screaming coming from the basement (aka where he does his work).

✧ you definitely know about the troupe , he's probably the only one who will outright tell you before you can ask. I mean , he literally tortures people... when you move in together , he literally can't hide it , so he's just honest with you. Another thing if the screams from the basement freak you out and you complain he probably will be grumpy about it , but he will line the walls down there to make it not as loud.

✧ for feitan knowing him from childhood will 100% be the easiest way for him to be comfortable around you , feitan just doesn't like people to be honest but your company is actually enjoyable for him.

✧ another cute thing I can imagine is him trying to teach you his native language like you taught him some English. You telling him you love him in his native tongue... the things that does to him.

✧ both of your firsts times are with each other. Honestly , sometimes you doubt he would have ever even had sex if it wasn't for you. Your first time was... not the best because you both had no idea what to do really , but after that mess of a first time , he definitely went to chrollo or phinks for advice. Another thing is not to make fun of him for it , it would really hurt his ego and he'd probably avoid you for a couple weeks.

✧ he is still a total sadist don't get me wrong but with you he's softer , he can't bring himself to hurt you alot. The worst he can do is bite you or slap you , anything else makes him feel icky because it reminds him of his work too much. He still finds your tears really hot though , and will overstim you just to see them.

✧ the first time he finger you , it was surprising how good he was with his hands (for a torturer , I guess you have to be). He's so unfair when he fingers you , he hits spots so deep you see colours then he'll pull back just near your climax saying he didn't say you could finish yet with a dumb smirk on his face as tears threaten to fall from your pathetic looking eyes.

✧ probably doesn't want kids even if you knew him that long his opinion wouldn't change , if you asked he'd say "no. I dont like kids" but really , he didn't mind kids he just didn't want to bring more kids into a world like this.

✧ super random but has eaten you out in your period before , he doesn't think it's a big deal... like he's around blood everyday ? What difference does it make.

Shalnark 🕷️ྀི` .

✧ he definitely mocked and teased you a lot when you were younger. Stealing your shoes when you where acting on the stage with everyone else or messing up your cute braids in your hair , but he never meant it in a mean way , it was his weird way of showing he liked you.

✧ probably the only one out of the guys to realise he had a crush on you as a kid , would cope by being even more of a little shit to you till he went to far one day and actually upset you , which led to admitting he was only mean to you because he had a silly little crush.

✧ this man is sooo clingy to you , he gives pathetic vibes like you can't leave this mf alone for a couple hours without getting messages like , 'babeeee I miss you (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )' and 'come homeeee pretty please ? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡' (yes I believe he uses emoticons). When he's busy on troupe work he's calling you every hour it feels like , feeding you some lies about being on a work trip.

✧ he wouldn't be honest about the troupe with you. You know all the members as you grew up with them , but he thought leaving you in the dark was better. If you asked too many questions , he'd probably tell you you're being delulu. he doesn't want to lie to you but your safety is too important to him and he knows he isn't like feitan and chrollo , he can't always protect you.

✧ he's not yandere , but he is a bit obsessed with you , having cameras in the rooms in his house so he can watch you when he's lonely on a mission. He wouldn't take advantage of the fact he can see you without you knowing , if you started to change clothes or something , he'd turn the screen off. If he wanted to see you naked he'd literally just ask for nudes or look at old pics you sent him.

✧ your first time was... Good ? Shalnark actually knew what to do , mostly from how much porn he's watched to prepare for the day he finally got to do it. Side note he also made you finish during your first time.

✧ he's such a service top when he doms , he struggles to tease you because of how needy for him you sound , can you blame him though when you look so pretty under him ?

✧ whenever he is busy on work for the troupe but he misses you , he always ends up calling you even if you're in public , whispering sweet praises into your ear through the phone asking you to go to somewhere private because he misses you. "Baby... please ? It's been a week and I'm so needy for you" his whiney voice would beg at you , he was too cute to deny.

✧ he loves seeing you in really girly lingerie. It makes you look so innocent that he feels bad for having such perverse thoughts about you.

Pakunoda 🕷️ྀི` .

✧ while you were trying to catch an injured kitten to help it , crawling over the heep of trash it ran over , you saw a blonde young girl you soon learned who's name was pakunoda holding it , softly stroking its fur as it snuggled up into her. Her caring and nurturing personality has been known since the day you met her.

✧ you two were like two peas in a pod , always cheering her on in the audience when she was on stage with the rest of her friends acting out the tapes. It was so silly , but you both had made a pinky promise that when you grew up you would get married.

✧ after Sarasa's death , she abandoned you to focus on the troupe. She left you with a kiss on the cheek and a "I promise when we grow up , I'll find you... and I won't stop till I do." Being forced out as she looked at your form , hands shaking tears forming and soft begs for her not to leave.

✧ you had no clue how she did it but after you left meteor City and moved to yorknew she found you , waiting for her felt like waiting for glue to dry and when she came back she refused to ever leave you again.

✧ she isn't possessive I'd say , but she does sometimes check your memories to make sure you don't do anything bad when she isn't around. She doesn't worry about your safety as much as the others also because no one knows your her s/o but you both.

✧ she told you about the troupe after you demanded an explanation for her leaving you , though she didn't explain her nen ability to you yet mainly just because she doesn't think you're ready for that.

✧ got you a cat called ophelia , it reminds her of how you both first met and she also likes for you to have company when she's busy.

✧ you weren't each others first times , but with how loving and passionate it felt like it was your first time , you would never forget the feeling of her nails running down your spine as she whispered sweet nothings into your ears , leaving lipstick marks on your jaw.

✧ she doesn't like strap-ons , Likes to think her hands and mouth are enough to make you fulfilled , but if you ask her to use a vibrator on you she wouldn't mind.

✧ LOVES when you sit on her face , her nose is built for grinding on as she eats you out. If you were worried about crushing her , she'd spend a good couple minutes lecturing you about your weight was nothing to her and if she did 'die' being crushed by you , it would be a perfectly fine death for her in her mind.

✧ you would only learn about her nen ability when she found out she was the one to have to go get the boss. She had called you after telling the troupe about you , then explained the situation , asking you to go to the location of the troupes base incase this was the last time she could contact you.

✧ after she got kurapikas chain around her heart , she already knew her fate. After the deal went well getting the boss back , she came to the troupes base. Your wet eyes looked at her as you ran to her , falling to your knees , hugging waist. She felt guilty knowing what she was about to do. she ended up using a memory bullet on you instead of one of the troupe members , you deserve an explanation after you spent most of your life waiting for her.

✧ after her death , you kept her gun , keeping it as your last reminder of her you could bare to keep around yourself. Every once in a while , someone in the troupe would send u a message from a random number to see if you were okay the first year after. You were also set for life as everything she had went to you , but it never filled that hole in your heart.

✧ that promise of marriage never happened , huh ?

Omg I got abit carried away on pakus LOL. But I hope you enjoy <3

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hpgal · 3 days ago

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DC X DP: VACATION TO A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE Pt. 1

CW: mentions of death

TLDR: Danny is stressed and depressed feeling like despite all the changes in his life, he feels like he is still the same.

Word Count: 1310

a/n: I plan on making multiple parts to this one but it will take some time. This is more a draft to part 1 than anything else and will most likely end up on AO3 in the future as a more completed version of itself once it is done here on Tumblr. Any feedback and suggestions (or even if you want to continue this plot with your own spin on it as long as I am credited/ tagged so I can read it too!) is very much welcomed!!

Danny wanted a change.

Not just for fun either. Though fun would be nice between all these Ghost King responsibilities he had been forced to start learning for when he comes of age, or well not, technically?

He doesn't know! It's complicated! He was 17 now, but his ghost age was only 3! The Observants said to fully assume the throne his ghost age was supposed to be 18 at the youngest but they'd make an exception for when he was 18 in the living realm.

Ghee, thanks you weirdos, because I totally wanted my adult life to already be over so I can manage my undead life.

Anyways, between trying to graduate and learn his forever job, he had been going to therapy now that he isn't the only ghost fighter in town. He has breaks! A support system! 14 year old Danny would never believe his parents accepted him for his ghostly side!!

His friends learned to fight and trap so well over the years that they don't even need him by their side anymore for every fight. The GIW was chased out of town and supposedly disbanded by the government because "it was a scam and ghosts don't actually exist." Even his parent's business was booming in town.

They started leaving the field work to others and focused on research. They hold ghost defense classes 3 times a week for any and all citizens. They build home defense gadgets and other anti ghost equipment to sell to the town, too. There are even kids from his class who want to get into the field now and intern at FentonWorks.

Over the years, everyone in town has grown incredibly capable of handling ghosts themselves that there is a city funded ghost protection task force. And that is all to deal with the ghosts that are more on the unruly side.

The reality is that it is not exactly necessary anymore to always be prepared for the next daily ghost attack. Since it became public knowledge for the Ghost Zone that he'd be assuming the throne, most ghosts have opted to leave Amity Park alone since it was his haunt. However, he has opened it up to any ghost who wants to visit as long as they do not leave Amity Park. And so, ghosts and the living live in harmony in the town.

In his senior year, the town has become so open to ghosts that when a ghost whose obsession is teaching, they hired him at Casper High! Danny is even in the class. He teaches an elective on astronomy, something the school could never afford. Ghosts didn't want to be paid in cash, so it helped! All Dr. Denver wants was to teach and to be allowed to claim the observatory for his research.

But while all this was great, Danny felt depressed. Which leads him back to why he was in therapy. It felt like all these amazing things have happened. That everyone has changed, except him. Thanks to his halfa status, his physical state isn't changing as much either. He discovered he is aging much, much slower.

Talking to his therapist, she helped him realize that what he craved was for a change for himself. Sure, he IS going to become The Infinite Realms king and that'll be a big change but it isn't what he wants.

He doesn't know what he wants, really. Which meant his therapist has given him an assignment to figure it out. So he talked to Clockwork, naturally hoping for some help. And Clockwork told him something surprising instead.

"Yeah, I'm ready for a change, but I don't know what to change." Danny told him in hopes the wording would draw Clockwork to give him an answer instead of something cryptic. He really didn't want to do the legwork to figure it out while he had midterms to study for and more ghost king lessons with The Observants later.

Clockwork paused as if in thought, "You could take a vacation to your universe of origin," he suggests. "That may help give clarity in what you need to change to be happy."

Danny floated next to him. He couldn't bring himself to be frustrated with the being of time for knowing exactly why Danny was here. Instead, he stared at him in confusion, distracted by what he just said, "What do you mean? I am not from here?"

He grins, his form flickering from old to young, "When you became a halfa, you changed universes from the complicated process you went through to become one."

Danny contemplated for a moment, confused but intrigued. A different universe? I wonder how different it would be from here. Without a second thought, Danny grins eager.

"I wanna go!" He exclaims like a young puppy who discovered a new toy for the first time.

"That would not be a problem, time runs differently between there and here. A week there will be an hour here so you won't need a time medallion." Clockwork simply looks off into the space surrounding them before continuing, "I have a friend who will act as your guardian while there. Head through the star shaped door near the Yetis whenever you are ready and he will be standing by, waiting for you" He shifts back into an older version of himself, pleased with himself for already knowing Danny would be taking this chance to go and made the preparations for this moment weeks ago.

Danny does a small dance in midair without a second thought and starts to drift off in that direction, "Oh, and Danny?" Clockwork calls out, "Legally, you are dead in that universe and.. well, much is different from what you know, so do be careful. Due to how time and the laws of that dimension for being such as myself, I am not the main ruler of time there, so the protection spells I placed on you are not guaranteed to save you this time." Clockwork grins knowingly towards Danny as Danny speeds off, oblivious to how serious his warning was.

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Danny flies like the wind through the vastness of The Ghost Zone until he arrives at the door Clockwork described. His thoughts start to sour at the thought of this universe where he is considered dead despite it being his origin.

The door he arrives at is huge. Like he was not sure how to open the door huge. But wow, was it beautiful. It was like staring into space itself. It sparkled unlike any night sky he has even gazed upon. As he approached the beautiful door, he hesitated.

He was technically returning home, but he didn't feel any attachment to the universe in front of him. To him, nothing seemed different. Everything was exactly the same when he woke up after the accident, so he never noticed. The entire idea that he abandoned his family and friends by dying here was a horrible thought, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't know what happened here.

Wait, did that mean Vlad wasn't from that universe either? Danny shakes his head at the thought. It was pointless to fall down that particular rabbit hole now.

Maybe he should've asked Clockwork more before flying off without a thought. Clockworks words echoed inside him for fear of what he might find. Was this really a good idea? To return to the place he no longer existed? Could he handle seeing what the grief of his passing had done to those he loved?

A moment passes, and Danny shakes his head and steels himself. He needs to know how much changes, if he really did make an impact. Was he important?

With his decision made, the door seems to open itself. A bright beam of a soft white light floods through the threshold, and Danny steps through.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc #danny phantom crossover #dpxdc #dp clockwork #good parents jack and maddie #ghost king danny #he's just a silly guy

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ankles-be-bitten · 2 days ago

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just so we're super duper crystal clear.

things i believe:

there is no point playing oppression olympics, and in real life most people understand this

trans women suffer from the hypervisibility they are subjected to

trans men suffer from the hypovisibility they are subjected to

transmisogyny as the sole descriptor of the intersection of transphobia and sexism is incomplete, which is why transandrophobia theory is both helpful and necessary to facilitate real, productive discussions about the bigotry the trans community as a whole faces

exorsexism and intersexism are also immensely important ideas separate but related to transmisogyny in ways that justify separation (however i am neither nonbinary nor intersex so neither are my area of expertise)

trans women and the work they have done for the queer community at large are incredibly important and deserving of recognition

nobody should feel the need to turn themself into a human shield simply because it is what is expected of men under the patriarchy

things i do not believe:

trans women are entitled, aggressive, evil people who universally want to subjugate trans men

the insanely high bar of expectations that trans women have to reach to be deemed "good enough" that frequently results in their lives being ruined over mild missteps is a good thing, actually

trans men are the most oppressed forever and trans women are the ones doing it, somehow

trans men owe everything they have to trans women as a monolith because many of the most prominent trans rights activists historically have been transfeminine people

you cannot claim i am making a bad faith argument and then put words into my mouth. forgive me if my sleep deprived, frustration induced plea for some kind of legitimate explantion wasn’t a paragon of understanding and empathy. it's almost as though being told your whole life you have nothing of value to bring to the table and then seeing your experience constantly misrepresented and idealized is an emotionally taxing experience.

my father didn't describe to me in detail the corrective rape fantasies he has about me getting pregnant and stopping my transition to be the meek little goodwife he wants me to be just so i can come online and see my own community wax poetic about how transmasculinity is never punished under patriarchy.

idk, i just feel like if your primary argument against transandrophobia/antitransmasculinity theory is that you think it's transmisogynistic you're not being intellectually honest. who does it hurt when trans men and mascs coin a term to describe the intersection of transphobia and sexism as it most frequently affects them? because it does hurt trans men when they're told that they're not entitled to speak on the discrimination they themselves face.

what I'm hearing from people who oppose the antitransmasculinity movement is that transmisogyny is when trans men talk about their problems 👍, but obviously that's not true. i know that's not true. you know that's not true. so then what is the issue? genuinely, enlighten me. you want trans men to shut up and listen? I'm listening.

#transandrophobia #anti transmasculinity #trans #transgender #antitransmasculinity #transemasculation #transphobia #transmisandry #transandromisia #transandrodorks #transandrobro #tmra #rape mention #pregnancy mention #corrective rape

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avocadorablepirate · 2 days ago

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Beneath The Surface - 1

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, OP spoilers

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So I haven’t properly proofread this chapter…been a bit sick this past week, but I was determined to post this part today. It’s not terrible though 🤔…I think.

You had locked yourself up in your room, claiming to be unwell. The truth was simpler: your mind had been consumed by memories you thought you had buried. Memories of him. The boy who once soothed your pain had become the man responsible for it.

He left me behind.

That thought replayed in your head, each repetition sinking deeper into your chest. Just the image of his face brought a sickening churn of emotions — hurt, betrayal, anger, and a flicker of something you refused to name.

The soft knock on your door is what finally drew your attention away from your thoughts. On the other side of the door stood Viola, a small but gentle smile on her face when she found you sprawled on your bed.

“I heard you were feeling sick, everything okay?” she asked, as she made her way further into your bedroom.

“Yeah, nothing a good day’s rest won’t cure,” you responded, and her lips immediately contorted into a frown.

“Then you’re not going to be too happy about this.” Her voice softened, tinged with regret. “Doflamingo needs you.”

You sighed, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Of course he needs me. You didn’t know why you ever thought you’d be able to get a day to yourself, it had rarely occurred before.

“Of course he does,” you muttered under your breath, setting aside the book you had been pretending to read.

Viola gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. If it were up to me, I'd let you rest."

You forced a smile, appreciating her kindness. "It's okay. Thanks, Viola."

She nodded, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the room. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever Doflamingo had in store.

The walk to his room felt long and unpleasant as always. The entire palace always made you uncomfortable, its grandeur a stark contrast to the simpler, slightly happier times of your childhood. It was also a reminder of the life you once lived along side your parents, and without him to console you over those memories, it only brought more pain.

But it hadn’t always been like this. You remember when you first moved in, though a palace, it had a comforting and almost cozy feel to it. However, Doflamingo had made drastic changes, his reason being that the Donquixote family should live in a place that befitted them.

You had tried to get him to let you live outside the palace, the discomfort it brought had been too much at first. But Doflamingo insisted that the entire Donquixote family stay within the palace walls. And that’s why you had tried to make your own room as comfortable as possible. However, that had done little to help. With how often Doflamingo made you run around doing errands for him, or insisted that he watch over you, there was barely any time to relax.

As you gave a soft knock against the heavy wooden doors, to let Doflamingo know you had arrived, you pushed it open to find him standing by the window, his back turned to you as you entered.

“You summoned me, Doffy?" you called out, as you slowly made your way towards him, the atmosphere of the room always making you feel uneasy. It was as if the room itself embodied his very being - intimidating and frightening.

He turned on hearing your voice, a smile plastered on his face. "Ah, my little Rose there you are. Feeling better, I hope?"

You nodded, knowing the question was nothing more than a pleasantry. "What do you need?"

His smile widened, and an eerie chill ran down your spine. "I have a special task for you. I need you to retrieve someone for me."

You frowned, confused by his unforeseen happiness. You had heard there was an incident at Punk Hazard, and although you didn’t know the details, you knew Doflamingo had been beyond enraged. It was another reason why you had chosen to stay in your room, to avoid his temper. So, his uncharacteristic cheerfulness almost baffled you.

“Who?” you questioned, although you had an inkling of who it might be.

“Caesar,” he said simply, his tone light but his eyes watching your reaction closely. “I’m sure you’ve heard, there’s been some...issues. I want you to bring him back from Greenbit."

A wave of confusion hit you once again. “Why me?”

It wasn’t like him to send you on retrieval missions. While you had been privy to fights and conflicts, you had never been a fan of them, and Doflamingo knew this. It was why you mainly ran around doing tasks within the palace. He had called it “protection,” but you had always suspected he thought you too soft-hearted for the darker work.

It had happened before, when you were younger and out on a mission. He had nearly lost you then, and he wouldn’t have it happen again.

“I’ve decided you need to be involved in these matters as well. You can’t be the only one who doesn’t get involved, it’s not fair to you. ” A cold knot of dread formed in your stomach when you saw Doflamingo's eyes glint dangerously. You had thought that you would be able to stay away from such tasks given your temperament, but that had clearly changed.

“But why now?” you asked, and you could feel your heart rate pick up when Doflamingo gave you an almost sinister smile.

“We’re short on people. The pirates who attacked Punk Hazard killed Monet, so we need as much backup as we can get. Plus, the others think you need to start doing your bit,” he said, almost nonchalantly, as if the death of one of his comrades didn’t bother him at all. But you brushed it off, subconsciously convincing yourself it was his way of dealing with grief. “And I think this would be the perfect opportunity to test you Rosie.”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. You had always known that the latest additions to the Donquixote family, all but Viola, did not like the almost favouritism that Doflamingo showed - always tasking you with the simpler jobs. This was your chance to prove your worth, and finally get them off your case. Besides, what harm would come from a simple retrieval mission?

"Alright, Doffy. I’ll bring Caesar back."

He smiled, a satisfied gleam in his eyes, almost akin to a predator satisfied with its prey. "Good. And remember, I expect nothing less than success."

As you stepped out into the hall, your resolve wavered slightly, the enormity of the task ahead settling in.

So caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that someone had walked by you into the room. The shutting of the door is what finally drew you out of your thoughts and you briefly glanced back, the voices within the room, a stark reminder of the life you had chosen.

You shook off the unease and focused on the task at hand. Whatever doubts you had, you pushed them aside. There was no room for weakness. You had a mission to complete, and you would do it with all the strength you could muster. For the town you now called home and the people you called family.

As you walked away, the voices in the room grew distant, and you missed out on listening in on a conversation that would have likely saved you from your impending misfortune.

“Doffy why are you sending her to retrieve Caesar?”

Despite his recent misfortune, another sinister smile spread across Doflamingo’s face. “It’s about time I test her abilities. And who better than Law to be the test subject?”

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Part 1 done! I feel like I may have included some unnecessary bits here and there, but oh well. I hope you liked it. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

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sunayyyy · 11 hours ago

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Things were going really well for Jason, lately. He was talking to Kara often, sharing more about himself and getting to learn more about her. He could talk literature with her from dusk til dawn, finally having someone he could debate Brontë with. Talking to her was fun; she was intelligent, sassy enough to roast him when he left an opening, and unafraid to call him out on his bullshit. She made snarky comments that left him giggling. The Red Hood, giggling. Having a friend who knew him both in and out of the hood and saw more to him than the crime lord or the dead robin was so refreshing.

The Outlaws were his family, and he loved them, knew he was loved in return, but Kara was... different.

They shared a love for reading, which was a new thing for Jason, never having anybody to really talk to about his favourite hobby, and they gravitated towards the same types of books, meaning they managed to hold many discussions about different topics, with her loving to play devil's advocate whenever he was too passionate about a certain point or interpretation. Silence wasn't uncommon when they got together in person, with them just reading in each other's company or eating something too unhealthy for a regular person. It was calming, silencing the part of him that always raged at the injustice of the universe.

Their friendship really lifted his spirits, and it was noticeable to the Outlaws. Usually, when Jason decided to run missions with them, it's right after a fight with the bats about his methods. Just because he gave up on them being a family doesn't mean that the blatant distrust and rejection don't hurt.

But that hasn't been the case, lately. He contacted them just to hang out, wheras he usually had to be invited, his low self esteem making him unable to think they would ever agree to an invite from him, no matter how much they assured him. He was less aggressive in fights, the usually brutal Red Hood relying more on ranged combat than close quarters. No less deadly, mind you, but he started keeping his distance more, instead of ditching his guns in favour of his kris or bare hands. He didn't purposefully let himself get injured anymore and stopped drinking alcohol, instead partaking in healthier coping mechanisms. He laughed more, was more open with his feelings, more expressive of his love to them.

He looked his age.

Kara was a good thing. But you can't have too much good without the bad knocking, coming over to take its toll.

It's this cosmic trade-off that has Jason on a roof with all of the bat's brood. They've been trying to reconnect with him lately, seeing his lessening aggression and lack of killing as a sign of reform. Wanting to 'support' him as he 'takes the final steps towards redemption.' Preachy fuckers. Where was this when he actually wanted them? When he desperately NEEDED their support? They wanted to join in half a mile off the finish line so they'd be able to pat themselves on the back, claiming that they helped him all along.

That's not going to happen. Jason won't ALLOW it to happen.

"Come on Little Wing! We want you to come home! You've always been welcome but we never see you! Agent A misses you, and he wants all of his family together. You never know what comes next in life, tomorrow isn't guaranteed. If something happens, you'll regret not spending more time with him"

Manipulative bastard. But damn is he good. Appealing to what he thinks is a weak spot to get him to comply, framing it as though he was always welcome when he knows for a FACT he wasn't. Putting all of the expectations on him, so they wouldn't have to do anything. Guiting him into shunning them away, as if they hadn't done the same.

Jason is ashamed to say that it would've worked, years ago. Back when he thought of Alfred as his grandfather. When he desperately hoped for a place at the table, sitting next to his father, teasing his siblings.

It's not a couple of years ago, though. Priorities shift, and dirty laundry comes out. Words spoken that shattered any iota of love Jason held for the old man, a plaque cementing him as a permanent outsider.

"He's not a house plant, locked away in the manor with no way out. He could've visited me any time he wanted"

It shocked Dick, a little, getting rebuffed like that. He thought Alfred was the smoking gun. He didn't plan much, assuming that mentioning the old butler would have Jason coming back into the fold.

"It doesn't matter, Hood," came the gravelly voice of his former father. "We're trying to compromise with you here"

"Compromise on what, exactly?"

"Reports show a heavy decrease in your usage of lethal methods" Red Robin's voice piped up. "You've been less aggressive lately, and we think that you're finally getting better."

"Ok? I still don't understand"

"Given that you're improving," Batman replied, the clenching of his jaw giving away his growing frustration, " we would like you to come to family dinner this Sunday, provided that you stop killing"

"Yeah, I'm not interested. You'll bring me to the manor, frame it as a family reunion, then pick fights and argue with me until you decide to throw me into arkham or whatever. I've got better plans"

"It's not like that!" shouted Nightwing, frustrated that Hood wasn't seeing reason. They're trying to help him here, get him back on the right path. Doesn't he see their generosity? They're forgiving him for being a murderer, he should be happy for getting such a chance.

"Oh? then what's it like? Because we haven't spoken outside of the masks since I came back, and suddenly I've ALWAYS been allowed back? Every time we talk in the masks, you threaten me with jail or exile"

"Yes, because you're a murderer. We don't have the right to be judge-"

"Jury and executioner. Yeah, spare me the bullshit, I've heard it a million times. I'm not a bat, I don't have to adhere to your code, or whatever"

"Dammit, Hood, we're trying here!" Bellowed the Batman, coming to his wit's end with his son's dismissal of the lives he's taken, of the opportunity to truly reform. "If you really want to get better, if you want to be a lart of this family again -"

"I don't"

This causes Bruce to stop talking and all the bats and birds to look at him in shock, staring at him as if he would reveal himself as a clone or a shapeshifter. It simply didn't compute

"What?"

"I don't want to be a part of your family."

"You must be misunderstanding," came Red Robin's diplomatic voice, clearly disbelieving that Jason would ever reject them, voice almost frantic. "We're offering you a chance to rejoin the family"

"I understand perfectly. I'm just not interested in being family with all of you. I don't know you, I don't WANT to know you, and I've moved on"

"What do you mean you moved on!" shouted Dick, incredulous.

"I mean, I moved on. I gave up on you years ago. I found myself a family, a real family, people who love me for who I am, and I'm happy with them, far happier than I ever was with you. I'm not going to jeopardise my own happiness by clinging onto the ties to a life I'd rather forget"

The bats were stunned, not having expected this, and Jason left the rooftop, feeling lighter than he has in years, debating with himself on whether or not he and Kara should get ice cream later.

#jason todd #batfam #anti batfam #jaykara #eventually #wip #current wip

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