#dark quinn

[kawhh]

corruption kink quinn again. specifically with him convincing you condoms are bad for you. you’re so innocent, he knows you don’t know any better. him slipping inside of you bare, telling you condoms can hurt him and you. sliding fingers into you as you sleep before you’ve gotten him inside you, he needs to stretch you. he can’t have his girl hurting because of him. he’s doing you a favor.

Corruption Kink Quinnifer! ✰ .ᐟ Warnings: somnophilia, the word bare 10 million times.

Every single thought that occupies this man's head would be about fucking you bare.

He doesn't want to waste time with condoms. They get in the way. You'll be his forever anyway. They'll limit how much he can fuck you, you'll be too scared to fuck without one if you realise the potential consequences.

He just wants to be inside you. Wants to pound into you until you scream. Wants to be balls deep in you, feeling your cunt clench around him as you cum, keeping you as close as possible as he fills you with part of himself.

What's the problem with that? What's wrong with wanting to see his cum leak out of you? Wanting to fuck it back in until he cums again?

Condoms will stop all of that, he's not fucking having it.

You ask him about them? Maybe you've heard it from a friend? Social media? He's editing studies on them. Changing the contents. Screenshotting the edited versions and sending them to you. They're dangerous. They'll hurt you. They'll hurt him. It'll be too tight around him and might make him have to go to hospital. You wouldn't want that would you? Him in pain?

He can't fuck you bare yet though. He doesn't want to hurt you. No, no. He needs this to go right. If it goes right, he can fuck you bare whenever. It's worth the wait, the effort.

When he isn't on a roadie, he's warming you up every night. Getting your cute little cunt ready, while getting a taste of how the real thing will feel.

Waiting until you're in a deep sleep - he's got your typical REM cycles down. A few little circles on your clit and he's ready for the night. Slowly stretching you out with his finger - he's still stuck using one - feeling your walls clench around him in your sleep. Imagining how it'll feel when you're squeezing his dick like that.

Would you beg for it? Would you cry? Would you plead for him to cum inside?

He'll make it as easy for you as he can. He'll stretch you out for months if he needs to. Anything that gets him closer to flooding you.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Could we get a follow-up to the car accident post, maybe? Been getting into the dark Quinn aesthetic lately. Could we see him adamant about you letting him do everything for the reader? ❤️

I don't know if I did this right, tbh. I was confused with "Dark Quinn" when I posted the starter post. I've been caught up to speed...but I still don't know if this is what you wanted. Fingers crossed.

I feel like there should be a content warning with this one. If you're sensitive to dominant partners, emotional manipulation, and the grey line between abuse and control, I'd keep scrolling, babe. 🩷

You were asked not to get out of bed until he came back from practice. You hadn't listened.

Using the crutches had gotten easier over the past several days, and getting around with the weight of the boot on your right foot was getting better in time. All you had wanted was something different than the glass of water set out for you, and you thought you had enough time to get to the kitchen and back way before Quinn would walk through the door. However, you'd get caught while reaching for a glass and the shock of hearing the door open had caused it to slip from your fingers and break against the stone countertop.

You let out a yelp before he had even passed into the apartment. He wasted no time in getting to you to make sure you weren't cut by the flying glass. "Sweetheart, what are you doing up? You told me you would wait for me." Quinn's voice was soft at the start, but would grow more stern as he continued to talk. "Look at me, please. When I asked you to stay in bed, it was so I knew you'd be safe while I was gone."

With eyes kept low, you'd turn your face towards his while he looked for any fresh injuries against the various cuts and scrapes you were still healing from. You knew he wasn't mad; he was disappointed and that would always be worse.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, as his fingers danced over your skin so delicately. "I was just--"

"I don't need you to apologize, I just need you to understand why I ask certain things from you. What if this had cut you? What if I hadn't been so close by, hm?"

You were trying not to cry but it was hard. As you looked him in the eye, the warmth was gone from his face; his eyes were darker as he scolded you in his own way. Your chest was growing tighter, and your breaths would become shorter and more rapid. Quinn, noticing you were panicking, would touch your face after you closed your eyes to him.

"You're alright," he hushed, "just breathe."

With his hand buried deep in your hair, Quinn would guide your head against his shoulder where you'd remain until he was confident you had calmed down. Your eyes stared at the counter, the fragments of glass silently mocking you, the reason you had gotten in trouble. Had you not broken the glass he wouldn't have had to reprimand you as much than if you had just been caught out of bed. Had you only just waited.

You could feel his fingers tighten in your hair slightly, as your own gripped tighter on the handles of your crutches, "Come on, princess, it's time you lay back down. You need your rest."

He'd release his hold on you enough that you could regain your complete balance. You still found it difficult to look him in the eye, and even as he tipped your chin upwards --still making sure you weren't bleeding-- you did your best to avoid his narrowed gaze.

"Did you hear me?" He asked, voice cold and tinged with demand.

You gave a small nod.

"Words."

"Yes."

Quinn sighed deeply, brushing a section of hair behind your ear. He took a step backwards, to allow you to pass by him, but as he did his shoe made contact with something on the floor. "Stay right here. Let me sweep up this glass first, so you don't step on it. Please, just do as I ask this time."

Once he had moved out of sight, you looked down to see what he was talking about. There, just to the right of where he was standing was a large chunk of the bottom of the glass. You felt so tempted to step down on it, but you didn't know why you felt compelled to go against him. Thankfully, for your own sake, Quinn would return from the hallway before you could act on your dark temptations.

"There," he assured, "it's safe for you to go pass now."

Taking that as your order to get going, you slowly limped your way from the kitchen with Quinn following close behind you. He'd stay in step with you as you rounded the bed and sat back down. Instead of placing the crutches against your nightstand, he'd walk them back to the bedroom door instead, rendering you completely immobile.

The way he had spoke was so soft and comforting, but the words he used clashed with his tone. "You'll get these back when you can prove to me you can listen." You looked at him from across the room with a glare, one that Quinn saw the full extent of.

"There's no need to have an attitude," he warned. "All I asked was for you to wait."

You swallowed hard, trying to get yourself back under the covers, your sore knee unwilling to cooperate and bend without copious amounts of pain. Quinn saw you struggling and debated just letting you deal with it --as punishment-- or moving to ease your discomfort. Deciding that there were other ways for you to see his point, he moved back across the room and you stopped fussing.

"Let me," he hushed, pulling back the blankets completely. His hands were warm when they touched your bare leg, and so carefully lifted it up and back down onto the mattress. He'd cover you back up as you remained pouting in silence.

Quinn wouldn't say anything more on the subject. He left you to dwell on your actions, hoping you realized you had no one to blame but yourself. And once he was out of the bedroom, you would hide yourself away beneath the covers and you tears would soak into the duvet, your quiet whimpers falling on deaf ears. Quinn couldn't hear you crying and even if he had, you weren't sure if he would even care. After all, his silent treatment had a purpose.

After dealing with the rest of the glass in the kitchen, Quinn would return to the bedroom to check on you. He wasn't surprised to see you hidden away from him like you were. You hadn't heard his footfalls as your sniffles and gasps for air had drowned out anything else in the room. He would reach for you beneath the blanket, causing you to jump at his touch, and he would be the one to reveal you from your hiding place, yet you would remain on your side with your back to him. His fingers again would toy with your hair, pulling it from your face so he could look at you.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"No," you whispered.

"Why not?" Quinn pressed, his tone still dark.

You reached for the blanket to bring it back up to your face, but Quinn wouldn't let you have it just yet. "Good girls can have their blankets, sweetheart."

You bit your bottom lip, eyes still facing the bedroom door. "I'm cold."

"If you're so cold why did you get out of bed?"

"I was thirsty."

"I made sure you had a glass of water before I left." He turned to look over his shoulder at the nightstand. "The glass is still full. You haven't taken one sip from it."

You knew what he said was the truth. You hadn't touched the water he had left you, but you hadn't the nerve to ask him for something else before he had to go. You didn't want to make him late because you were being picky.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. I don't like having to punish you. You know that, right?"

You mumbled again, "Yes."

"I nearly lost you, sweetheart. Do you know how much you mean to me? I can't stand the thought of you being anywhere but right here with me. That's why when I tell you to do, or not do, something, it's for your own best interests. So I can ensure you're safe, whether I'm here with you or not. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I need you to look at me. I'm tired of you ignoring me."

Without hesitation this time, you rolled over on to your back, to look up at Quinn as your head sunk back into the pillow. Once more, he'd deal with the rogue strands of hair, matted to your face with your earlier tears. He always wanted you as pretty as possible, and despite the bruises that still painted your body, especially your face, Quinn was still in love with you. You just knew how to press his buttons, test his patience. It didn't mean he didn't love you.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes," you said, eyes welling with another round of tears.

Finally, Quinn's expression softened. He just wanted you to know much it scared him to have you hurt, so much of your body broken, and the pain he couldn't take from you. You were his everything; truly his princess. He would do anything to keep you from getting hurt again, even if it was yourself he had to protect you from.

Satisfied with your answer, and that your reply was genuine, Quinn brought the weighted duvet back up around you and tucked you in carefully.

"Better?" He asked, still seated next to you on the bed.

"Yes," you replied with a nod. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." He leaned forward and gave you a kiss. It had been the first one you had been given since he had been home. You had wondered if you would have to work to earn them back, but thankfully Quinn had rewarded you early. "Now, are you still thirsty?"

"Yes," you said, throat tight with anxiety and from the fact that you were actually thirsty.

"If I bring you something will you be a good girl the rest of the day?"

"Yes," you nodded.

Quinn smirked, "You promise?"

"I promise."

After a kiss was placed to your forehead, Quinn got to his feet and left the room. Your eyes lingered on your crutches propped up against the wall near the door. In the moment, you never realized just how much you took your ability to walk for granted. However, after the day's events, you weren't eager to get up right now.

When Quinn returned to the bedroom, he had a glass of orange juice and small plate of cookies.

He handed you both the glass and plate without requiring anything from you. "This should tide you over until dinner. I thought you could you use a little treat."

You looked up at him, undeserving, but took them gladly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Quinn said, taking a seat next you once again. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay."

"Do you need anything? You've not had any of your pain medication since this morning. I want to make sure you're comfortable."

You'd shake your head, bringing the cold glass to your lips for a drink before answering, "I'm okay."

"Princess," Quinn said flatly, eyes flicking that dark tone that they were before. You felt that he thought you were lying.

"I'm okay, I promise. I don't like the way those pills make me feel."

"But the pain, sweetheart."

"I've felt worse. Please, don't make me take them!"

Quinn would try to calm your nerves, "Shh, quiet now. I'm not going to make you take them. Not if you're sure you're alright. Now, I have something else you can take, but they're not as strong. Would you like a couple of them?"

"They won't make me feel like I don't have any control, will they?"

"They shouldn't, no. Do you trust me?"

You searched his face. His eyes had mellowed, back to that golden-green you loved and his face showed no hints of a hidden agenda. Quinn had never gone that far with you, but if he felt you were pushing yourself too far, or just trying to be headstrong, you couldn't help but wonder if he'd switch pills, with you know no difference. For the time being, you'd let that go. You did trust him completely, and you knew he always had the best intention where you were concerned.

"I trust you."

Quinn smiled, "Good girl. Enjoy your treat, and I'll be right back."

You would wait patiently for him to return. The cookies had been your favourites, do doubt Quinn picked them up specifically for you and the thought made you smile faintly.

"What has you smiling like that?" Quinn questioned, returning from the bathroom, the orange pill container in his hand. His tone was slightly teasing, but he would return the soft expression.

"You got me my favourite cookies."

His smile widened, "Of course I did. I got them for you."

He sat back down beside you, "Here, take one of these to start. They're left-overs from when I had my lip split open. They're just a larger dose Ibuprophen, alright?"

"Okay."

"Will you be strong for me?"

With a tiny nod you would agree, "I'll try."

"Good girl, thank you," Quinn said pleased, and handed you the large white pill. "Take that, and you should feel better soon enough. If nothing else, it should take the edge off."

It was a struggle, but you got the pill down. You hated taking medication, but if Quinn said you'd get some relief, then you'd believe him fully.

"Now, how about you get a little rest and I'll wake you up for dinner?"

You expression and saddened, "Okay."

"Why are you sad, sweetheart?"

"I don't want to say."

"Why not?"

"Because it's silly."

Quinn put two fingers beneath your chin and tilted it upwards carefully. "Nothing that makes you sad is 'silly'. Please, tell me."

"Would you stay with me?"

He smiled, "Like until you fall asleep?"

"Yes, please," you said meekly.

Quinn would give your thigh a slight pat before getting up. "Would you like to watch something?"

"Do you want to?" You asked him, as he kicked off his shoes near the closet and changed into a pair of black joggers.

He'd catch you looking at him, and you'd avert your eyes quickly. "Are you bashful all of a sudden? Upset you have to wait to be with me, princess?"

Words failed you, and you prayed he wouldn't ask you to use them correctly. You just sat there patiently --quietly-- while he crawled into bed with you.

Quinn put his lips to your ear, "Because I miss being with you. I would never force myself on you in this state. Your health and comfort will forever be worth the wait."

"Thank you."

"Absolutely," he said, a kiss placed to your temple softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Slowly, you'd lay back on your left side, wrapping you hands around Quinn's arm, his muscles tensing under your touch. You were thankful he allowed you these moments, mostly because you figured he had more important things to do than babysit you. However, this was where he always wanted to be: next to you, getting you anything you needed, no matter how miniscule the request might have been. You were his world, his everything, and no one, or nothing, would get in between his ability to have you by his side. You were his.

No one else's.

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[demonic0angel]

Prompt: Dan Phatom as an inmate of Arkham Asylum?

Part 2, part 3

Harley hummed. She eyed the newest inmate, a gorgeous hunk of meat with dark raven hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing the usual orange suit, but he wore it like a model, with the buttons opened and sleeves rolled up, highlighting his broad arms and tight muscles. He was as beautiful as a demon, and even though Ivy was way prettier, Harley still couldn’t help but be curious.

Harley nodded to herself, thinking for only a moment. Then she waved a hand, calling out, “Yoo hoo! You there! Hey, handsome! Why don’t you come here and spend some time with me and Ivy?”

Ivy rolled her eyes next to her. “Harley!” She hissed.

The man paused, tilted his head, and then smiled, flashing his sharp fangs before he crossed the prison yard to sit down with the two. People stared at them, but the man didn’t seem bothered.

“Hello,” he said politely, “what’s up?”

“You’re new here, ain’tcha?” Harley said rhetorically. “What’re you in for?”

The man chuckled. “I thought it was rude to ask?”

“Nahhh, in here? It doesn’t matter. Everyone already knows why we’re here, there’s no secrets around here. So? What’re you in here for?”

The man smiled. “I started teasing a little bird I found and then he started getting mad at me. I didn’t like how he made Batman go after me, so I made a building explode and I was tossed into here. I didn’t even kill anyone though!”

Seeing how large and old he was, Harley was a little worried and had to ask, “Which little bird?”

“The beautiful one with the black and blue suit and the pretty smile,” the man said dreamily, curling a lock of raven hair around his clawed fingers as he looked towards the sky in a daydream. “He was pretty funny too.”

Harley immediately cooed. Anyone who thought Nightwing was funny clearly hadn’t been hit over the head by his escrima sticks while he threw out obnoxious puns, but the way he described him was so sweet! He was clearly insane, so that was completely okay in her books!

“Awww, that’s so cute! Are you a meta or what? Those fangs o’ yours don’t look human!” Harley said, while Ivy shook her head exasperatedly.

The man shook his head with a small smile. “Not exactly. But I guess I do have meta powers.”

Ivy asked, “Then doesn’t that just make you a meta?”

The man shrugged and then asked, “What about you ladies?” Harley knew that he was just dodging the question, but she didn’t mind, so she began to prattle on about the recent museum break-in she and the girls did, but Selina got away while she and Ivy were caught. Selina was planning a break out for them soon, so they just had to sit tight and wait!

The man smiled, fangs appearing again. “Can I join you? I want to see that little bird again.”

Harley beamed, “Sure thing! What’s your name?” while Ivy groaned.

The man smiled and reached over to shake her hand. His hands were cold and large, like a chunk of ice. He smiled and his pupils sharpened into slits, but oddly enough, he still looked friendly, like a tiger in a way.

“Please. Call me Wraith.”

[darnell-la]

FRIENDS & CUFFS

summary: y/n has only been curious about Eddie’s handcuffs after they began dating. she wondered why he never used them on her, and at first, long told her she didn’t know anything about that life. she soon found out that Eddie had a lot to teach her.

warnings: quick friends to lovers storyline, making out, fem receiving oral from male, reader weakens after orgasm, slight innocent reader, drug dealer Eddie (not really mentioned), rough sex, bondage (Eddie’s handcuffs/chains), missionary, doggy, no protection, crying, whining, a lot of male noises, pet names, chocking, etc.

note: we haven’t done an Eddie Munson fan fiction in a while. we still love him, so, there will be more. more stranger things in general. you see what I did there? — nevermind.

———

Steve nearly asked Eddie every day since he graduated, when he was going to make a move on y/n. He hated watching the two drink and get close, yet never make a move.

When people would ask them if they were together, or assume, anyone could tell they the nervousness entered the room.

Not too long ago, y/n and Eddie finally made a move. It seemed so perfect how they both leaned in to feel each other’s lips.

“I think we should stop — You’re drunk, and it’s getting late,” Eddie whispered after y/n stopped fake fighting on top of him. “What if I won’t want to sleep just yet?” Y/n asked, a bit shy, but the alcohol in her body, helped her gain confidence.

“You’re drinks, princess, and I’m not. I don’t want you to regret this, and mess our friendship up,” Eddie said, really wanting to taste her, but she was afraid of showing what he’s been wanting to do with her.

“A kiss could never ruin our friendship, Eddie,” y/n said, slightly sounding desperate as her eyes could barely stay open. “Wanna do more than just kiss you, y/n,” Eddie admitted.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at what her best friend said. She thought she was the only one who wanted to experiment with him. She felt nasty, but now, she felt loose.

The two both crashed on each other’s lips, making g out rough but passionate. None of them have kissed like this before. They would’ve never mixed their saliva like this with anyone, but because it’s them, they wanted to do much more.

The night ended with y/n halfway passed out, and Eddie’s face resting on y/n’s thigh, dripping juice from y/n’s throbbing heat. “So good for me — I wanna get used to this,”

Now, the two are dating, happier than ever, but y/n has been curious lately. She didn’t pay much attention when they were just friends, but now that they’re dating, she thought about Eddie’s handcuffs.

Most partners would be jealous, but y/n? She was curious. She thought to herself plenty of times how he would use them on her, and why he hadn’t done it yet. They’ve only been sexual for a short time, but if he were kinky like that, why wouldn’t he mention it?

“You good, sweetheart?” Eddie asked after turning to his girlfriend who seemed to be daydreaming. “Yeah, I was just thinking,” y/n said, not knowing if she should bring this up as a conversation so soon her their relationship.

“What is it? What were you thinking about?” The metalhead asked as he leaned back on his bed, taking his eyes off the weed he was pre-rolling for his rich customers who couldn’t do it on their own.

“So, uh — I noticed the handcuffs, and I was curious,” y/n said as she stared at the cuffs that were basically chains, dangling from a hook in his wall. She knew that had to be for something sexual.

“Hey, y/n, look — I swear on my uncle, I’ve never used them in anyone, and never planned to. I just liked the thought of them near me. I’ve even thought about you in them,” Eddie spoke quietly, a bit embarrassed by his truth.

“Oh, wait, I wasn’t jealous or anything. I just was curious on why you didn’t use them on me yet,” y/n said, making Eddie's eyes widen. For the longest, he had thought y/n was innocent, and she was. She was just open-minded when it came to her boyfriend.

“You’re not ready for that, princess,” Eddie chuckled lightly. “Why not?” Y/n asked, a bit offended as she crossed her arms. “Being restrained means you can’t do anything. I don’t think that it’s a good idea to put you in something like that, knowing you’d wanna get out,”

“What do you mean, want to get out? I can take it,” y/n said, only making the man laugh. “You can’t even take me slow in doggy. What makes you think you can take me deep up front with your pretty hands cuffed?”

Eddie shifted in the bed to cup y/n’s chin, slightly teasing her because they both knew she wasn’t a taker. Especially with his length.

“I-I can take it — It’s not even that bad,” y/n said, making Eddie throw himself back onto his bed with a loud laugh, knowing his uncle wasn’t home to tell him to shut the hell up.

“What!? You’re mean as fuck, you know?” Y/n said as she kept her arms crossed. “Oh, really, baby? I’m sorry, it’s just — You’re a comedian,” Eddie kept laughing, only making y/n roll her eyes.

“C’mon, I’m just pullin’ your tit, baby,” Eddie leaned up to hug y/n, but she moved away. “Babe, don’t start this. I was just kidding,” Eddie tried hugging y/n again, but this time she pushed him away. Of course, not too hard. She was just being dramatic.

“And, that’s why we can’t do what you wanna do. You can’t even handle being picked on a little bit,” Eddie said as he pushed at y/n’s shoulder lightly, slightly feeling bad for what he did.

“Whatever, I’ll be fine,” y/n said, making y/n sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Fine — We can use em, but ion wanna hear none of that cryin', okay?” Eddie jumped off of the bed to get his handcuffs that had dust all over them.

“Really?” Y/n asked, a bit excited, but knowing she wouldn’t be too excited soon. “Ah huh, but only one rule,” Eddie said with a smirk as he untangled the chains. “Yeah?” Y/n innocently asked, not knowing how quick of a turn this would take.

“The only thing stopping me, is our safe word,” before y/n could agree with a smile, Eddie lunged at her, grabbing her quest roughly to cuff them as quick as possible.

“Hey,” y/n said with an eye roll, not knowing he’d get in the mood this fast. “Not a word from you, princess. Let’s see how good you think you can take it,” Eddie said as he placed the chains where they needed to be.

Seeing y/n in this sight, made him harder than he thought he could get. She was always beautiful, but seeing her innocent body slightly retrained, knowing she was actually ready for what was coming, made him want to burst then and there.

“Always thought about tying you up at school. I was a little perv-nerd when it came to you, princess. You always looked and smelled so good — Had to keep myself from throwing you in my van with your hands and legs tied,”

Eddie was in an emotion he couldn’t control. He was either not sure about putting his pretty girl through this, or he was getting too dark to the point he would black out and not remember anything he’d do to her tonight.

“Pretties thighs — Pretties body — Pretties fucking face,” Eddie slightly growled as he gripped y/n’s face. The younger girl whined with huge eyes, feeling her heat get wet.

“I know, baby — Hearts probably rising. Maybe a hint of fear, knowing you can’t get loose — Don’t worry. You know, I’ll take good care of you,”

Eddie quickly began tugging on y/n’s clothes until parts of her showed more than before. She had already had her night dress in, so exposing her bra-covered breast was easy.

“You sure you want this y/n because, fuck — I won’t be able to stop myself,” Eddie warned as he climbed on top of y/n, pulling her dress up as she slightly moved at his cold hands grazing her skin.

“U-Use me — Please,” y/n stuttered, not knowing if she should’ve said it. “What’s the safe word?” Eddie asked in a stern tone. “Red,” y/n said, feeling her heart raise. This was actually happening, and she only had to question him once.

“Good girl,” Eddie grunted as he reached into his jeans to pull himself out. “And, that’s the only thing I wanna hear from you tonight,” Eddie said as he pulled y/n’s panties to the side.

“I-I’ll try,” y/n spoke, making Eddie shake his head with a chuckle. “You’re always doing a terrible job. Just means I’ll have to start off rough,” before anything, Eddie doubly pushed through y/n’s walls, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Yeah? You feel that? Feel how deep I am inside of you? I told you doggy would be the only position you could truly handle — This is next level,” Eddie couldn’t stop but grin down at the struggles woman.

“S-So much,” y/n whined low, only making Eddie shush her. “Nah uh, what did I say? Didn’t I say to keep that pretty mouth closed? Hm? — You’re the one who wanted this, so accept the journey,”

Eddie grabbed both sides of y/n’s waist before pushing down onto the mattress. Y/n knew he was positioning himself to fuck her rough. He’s never gone too rough, but she asked for it tonight.

“Hush it up, princess — You wanted it,” Eddie continued saying as he pounded down into y/n, going the deepest he could get at the start of his session. After being handcuffed, there would be no room for taking it slow.

“E-Eddie,” y/n cried out as she pulled one of her restraints. At times, she’d forget that she wouldn’t be able to get out. “Wanna break free? Keep trying, princess — Makes this so much hotter,” Eddie growled with a smile, looking down at the way y/n pulled on the chains.

“This is the tightest you’ve ever been — The way you’re soaking around me, only makes me closer,” Eddie felt himself twitch. He didn’t want to cum this quick, but it didn’t matter. He’s always been able to keep going.

“Eddie- Eddie, you — The condoms. You forgot the condoms,” y/n took forever to say what she was trying to say. “Oh, really? Guess that’s your luck, hm?” Eddie leaned in front of y/n’s face.

Deep down, Eddie felt bad for slipping into her without protection. He had completely forgotten, but he didn’t want to get out of character. He had to somehow make sure y/n was 100% with what was going on.

“Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me. Tell me!” Eddie slightly yelled as he snapped his hips, wanting to keep his work going. He could feel the way she fluttered around him. She was so close.

“Too much, Eds — I’m gonna cum,” y/n made the mistake of telling him how close she was. “And, you want me to stop? When you’re so close? C’mon,” Eddie leaned into y/n’s ear so she could hear his groans better.

The room was filled with wet slaps, whining, growling, and a bunch is cuss words from Eddie. He couldn’t keep himself together. This situation was too much for him. He was going to explode.

“E-Eddie, slow down — Please,” y/n tried begging the man, but he wouldn’t listen. Why would he? She hadn’t used the safe word yet. “Want me to slow down?” Eddie asked as he leaned up.

“Yes, yes,” y/n huffed, surprised he actually slowed down. She had thought he got soft, but little did she know, he was just getting a short break. “Want me to be nicer? Take it easy on you?” He asked as he softly placed his hands around her neck.

“Please-“ y/n was cut off by the grip of his hands. “Then you asked the wrong one to chain you up, sweetheart,” Eddie spat before he began slamming into her, making the young lady cry out instantly.

“E-Eds! C-Can’t anymore — I can’t!” Y/n kicked and arched her back, trying to control herself, but her cunt continued to squeeze around Eddie, only assuring him that he was doing exactly what she wanted. Using her.

“That’s it — Keep struggling — You’re going nowhere, and this isn’t even the beginning — I have so many loads I’ve been wanting to empty into you,” Eddie tightened his grip a bit more to hear her struggle for air.

For a second, Eddie thought he might have been going too far tonight. Quickly handcuffing her, saying mean things, pinning her down, and fucking get rougher than he’s ever done.

The only thing that helped him was her words. She never once came close to the word red. She would’ve said it by now, and she would never come to him later and say she was uncomfortable. Y/n wasn’t like that.

That’s how Eddie knew y/n probably enjoyed this more than him. She loved faking that she needed him to stop. He even saw a small pour from her when he slowed down a few minutes ago.

“C-Cumming — Cunming,” y/n’s body stiffened before she shook. “That’s it- That’s it — Fucking take it,” the older man growled as he pounded her, wanting her juice to splash anywhere it could.

“Ian stoppin’ either, baby — Told you to keep that fucking mouth shut, didn’t I?” Eddie asked, but y/n didn’t answer. Her eyes were landing everywhere but on him. She felt out of it already.

“Didn’t I!?” The man shouted as he shook y/n by her neck to catch her attention. “S-Sorry,” tears streamed from her eyes, upset at herself for not taking it like she swore she could.

Right as Eddie went to assure her that she was fine, she spoke, shocking him.

“I-I’ll be good, I promise. Please cum in me. D-Don’t pull out and punish me,” she cried. “I’ll do anything, Eds, just- Please, use me,”

“Jesus’s H. Christ,” Eddie huffed as he pulled out. He quickly turned his girlfriend around, knowing the chains were long enough for her to be comfortable. He took no time to push back in her, roughly, with a warning.

Y/n wanted to speak out loud to thank him, he she kept quiet. She wanted to be good like she promised.

“You’re just a slut, y/n — A dirty fucking slut, and I knew it from how you dressed at parties — You always got drunk before you sat on my lap, facing me- Dragging that pretty pussy across my clothes cock — Swore you even stained my jeans, once,”

Y/n whined, happy that he noticed his much she wanted him before they got together. Yeah, a bit of embarrassment was felt, but the thought of being caught was what made her close to another orgasm.

“You’re in for a ride with me, princess. Especially after I coat these walls,”

[jackzarts]

Quinn and Cal 🫐✨ Cal and Quinn!! THEM!! Drawing them together cus I want and can 🥺

Quinn is my drow-tiefling chronomancy wizard and Cal is @kered555 's tiefling glamour bard!

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The Last Joke

© molly has a chainsaw

[minimalist-quotes]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right. Keep moving forward

-@lipikkawrites

[unholeystudio]

[about-faces]

Title cards for all ten episodes of Batman: The Caped Crusader (2024)

[explosiongamora]

Being mostly unloved your whole life with out much attention from people around you 🤝 loving obsessive yandere characters

[kawhh]

i would get stockholm syndrome with Q so easily he’s just so softie🥺🥺🥺the first time he Really gets upset with you and yells is so scary (he’s always so controlled!) you never go against anything he says again

Seeing Quinnifer angry in any setting would be shocking. I'm fiddling with this slightly, sorry if it changes too much for you nonnie. . ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ Warnings: Q slightly losing his shit, sort of unintentional rough treatment, use of the word idiot, implying that non-con touching is your fault (slightly), creep behaviour.

Also putting this under a break. There's only slight touching but be safe.

You've gone out for drinks together as a sort of casual date. You don't get to spend too much time just together with your work and his hockey. You'd been having a nice time - he's had a few to drink, you've had a little more.

He'd gone to get you another one after making you promise that you'll keep your cute little ass exactly where he's leaving you. He can still watch you from the bar and you're in a restricted area - he shouldn't have to worry about anybody approaching you or causing problems.

He doesn't fully realise how off your head you are though, not thinking twice as he turns around to grab your drinks, getting stuck in conversation as the bartender recognises who he is.

He's been so absorbed with spending time with you that he hasn't realised that he's not been the only one watching you.

You're so drunk you don't even realise it isn't Quinn approaching you at first, until the creep asks you to come with you, letting you know that your 'boyfriend' wants you to come to the bar - apparently he's 'forgotten' what you've been drinking all night.

You'd have needed about 4 less drinks to realise that he clearly wasn't leading you to the bar. Holding you up against the wall, claiming that you're looking a little wobbly on your feet and he just wants to help.

His hands slipping under your shirt as he 'needs a better grip'.

Quinn's fucking pissed the minute he gets back to the table and clocks you aren't there. He told you to stay here. He told you not to move. Why the fuck are you not here?

It doesn't take him long in his anger to find you, seeing red as he sees you against the wall with another guy. The rage he feels as he watches his hands slide up your skin - who the fuck does this guy think he is, putting his hands on you?

He's storming over. He has enough sense left to not push you as he forces the guy off you, slamming him against the wall beside you, pushing his forearm against his throat. How fucking dare he. Firing off every threat under the sun. Even in your dazed, drunken state you can tell that he looks manic.

Whatever he said makes the man run off the minute the grip on his neck relaxes. You barely have time to process anything else as you're suddenly throw over Quinn's shoulder.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Huh? I tell you to do one fucking thing. Stay there. Are you a fucking idiot? Going with him!? Letting him touch you? Do you know how fucking worried I was? Turning around and not seeing you?"

He's not letting you get a word in, even if you could with how drunk you are.

Forcing you back into the car, half throwing you down into the passenger seat. Pausing as he walks around to the drivers side, breathing deeply, trying to control his anger. Trying not to have you bent over his lap, teaching your ass a lesson. He knows you're drunk, but he's so far past furious. He can barely look at you.

Silent treatment for the car ride. If he opens his mouth, he's going to yell at you again. Even thinking about it is raising his temper.

He doesn't care that you're crying. He gave you one fucking instruction.

You're back over his shoulder when you reach his apartment. Doesn't say a word as he dumps you on the bed, stripping himself of his shirt to help him calm down. Turns off the lights, still not talking to you.

He'll spend the night downstairs. Maybe you'll actually understand and get the memo. He'll worry about you tomorrow. After practice. Apologise for the bruises he probably left on your skin throwing you around.

[megalony]

Main Masterlist

As my other masterlist is rather old and made on an old template, I decided to create an updated one with the main fandoms I'm open to writing for.

This is mainly just so it is easier for me and to keep everything neat and in order.

Evan Buckley Masterlist (911)

Eddie Diaz Masterlist (911)

Twisters:

Tyler Owens:

Just Hold On

Top Gun: Maverick:

Jake Seresin (Hangman):

Don't Worry Darlin'

You Called My Wife?

Wait And See

They Call Me Hangman

Joseph Quinn:

Gladiator II:

Emperor Geta:

Near Death Experience

Valuable To The Emperor

A Hindrance

Maimed My Wife

No One But You

Cast Under This Spell

Merciless Wrath Part 2

Heir To Rome Part 2

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson:

Learn The Signs

You, Me and Them

Somewhere Safe

A Quiet Place: Day One:

Eric:

Horrors To Overcome

Silence Is Golden

Hoard:

Michael:

I'm So Cold

Wrongful Touches

X-Men:

Charles Xavier:

Use Your Voice

Extinguishing Flames

Henry Cavill:

Collateral

Everything Will Be Alright

Like father, Like son (Series masterlist)

His Queen

My Hero (Series masterlist)

That’s my son

Look at us (Series masterlist)

Painless (Series masterlist)

A man named uncle (Series)

Jonah Hauer-King:

Finally Coming True

A Touch of Blue

Talk to Me

We’re Occupied

What Do I Do     Part 2

I Know The Solution

Hidden Truths   Part 2   Part 3

Bound To Her

Worst Nightmare

Don’t Leave Me

It's Happening

Dark! Jonah:

Oh Dear

Twisted Lover 

Pretty Little Thing

Chris Evans:

The Evans boys (series)

Little one

Sleepwalker

Soft Spot (Series)

Part 2

Law and Order SVU:

Nick Amaro:

Help A Girl Out

Leave Her Out Of This

You Are Home

Bed Rest

Little Flirt

Rafael Barba:

Courtroom Chaos

Safe in my arms

My counsellor, my lover

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Reliving the dream   (Series)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Dominic (Sonny) Carisi:

Hostage

Stay with me

Purple

Abandoned

Close call

An eventful night

Elliot Stabler:

Baby boy

Screaming

House of the Dragon:

Aegon II Targaryen:

Say It Again

I Won’t Allow It

Little Dragon

Unworthy

Aemond Targaryen:

Lady of the Night     Part 2

Perfectly Inadequate

That’s a promise

[2jihiir0]

Fresh out of prison. He did 3 years but no one knows why. (Steve doesn’t care why)

[demonic0angel]

Inmate Dan part 2 where he meets the other orange jumpsuit "friends" in Arkham Asylum?

Part 1, part 3

"Ooh, Wraith!" Harley called, pointing to Jonathan. "That's Scarecrow! We call 'em Johnny!"

"No, you don't," he spat. "What're you doing here, Harley?"

"That's Dr. Quinzel to you, Dr. Crane!" Harley said faux-pompously, sticking out her tongue.

Wraith paused and his eyes lit up. "Wait, Dr. Quinzel? Youngest psychiatrist in the tri-state area? And Dr. Crane? Professor at Gotham University?"

Ivy leaned closer to Wraith and hissed a warning, "Stay away from him. He once drove two inmates to suicide only by speaking. He's dangerous."

Wraith grinned and his teeth flashed with fangs as he stared at Jonathan with interest. "Hello, Doctor," Wraith said, his deep voice almost a purr, "Could I get an autograph, please?”

Jonathan stared at him cooly and then he nodded once, although he looked slightly confused.

Wraith slipped a hand inside of himself, making everyone around him pause in shock as he then pulled out a textbook and a pen. He handed it to Jonathan, who stared at the textbook with a strange look before signing it. As Wraith placed it back inside of himself, he pulled out another book and let Harley sign it.

Delightedly, she realized that it was a book that she published.

“You’re a meta,” Jonathan said. “You seem powerful, so why didn’t you escape? How come you were captured?”

Wraith shrugged with a light smile. “My sister told me to relax and enjoy myself here. She also told me to explore what I want. I heard that there was a particularly hated criminal in here, so I wanted to see what the fuss was all about, so I let myself be captured.” He sighed a little. “My little birdie also personally handcuffed me, so I couldn’t get out.”

Harley tilted her head, catching onto a piece of information. “Who was it that you were interested in?”

“Someone named Clown? Jester? No, it was….”

“Joker,” everyone besides Wraith muttered disdainfully. They were all criminals who did violent things, but no one was as vile as the Joker.

Wraith hummed and nodded. “Yes, him. I wanted to see what he looked like. Thank you for signing the book, Dr. Quinzel, Dr. Crane. My sister is a huge fan and she’s studying psychiatry right now.”

Both Jonathan and Harley smiled. “That’s good!” Harley squealed. “Tell her that I’m rooting for her!”

Wraith nodded with a small, genuine smile, and Harley then dragged him around to introduce him to the other inmates, Ivy following behind as a silent guard.

He was surprisingly civil. Wraith treated Waylon with no fear or disgust despite his appearance, chatted calmly about law with Harvey (since his sister also studied law. She seemed to be a sort of genius), exchanged riddles and puzzles with Edwin, and was generally pleasant and even friendly to the other inmates.

However, he couldn’t hide his true nature to Harley. Wraith didn't allow anyone to touch him unless he initiated it. Although he seemed calm and collected, he was unable to hide his disgust and hatred of the general population. It seemed as though in general, he hated everyone around him. He had no fear of the guards and even seemed amused by the more frightening prisoners of Arkham Asylum. Although he was polite, it was clear that he hated them all, even Harley and Ivy.

Harley was utterly fascinated.

Eventually, after exploring the yard where the many inmates were lingering around, Wraith asked, “Where’s the Joker?”

Ivy answered, “He’s in solitude. He’s too dangerous to be around.”

Wraith frowned. “Where’s that?”

Harley giggled and said, “You wanna see him that badly? Maybe I’ll show you!” She wanted to see more of Wraith’s reactions, to study him like a bug. She also wanted to see what it would take to make Wraith enjoy her and Ivy’s presences.

“Harley!” Ivy scolded. “I don’t want you around him anymore! He’s a hazard to your safety and health!”

“It’s fineeee,” Harley said, dancing around her playfully, “I can take it! I just wanna show Wraith what he looks like! I promise not to fall for Mr. J anymore! Pleaseee, Ivy?”

In the end, Ivy relented and they snuck to the area of the asylum where the Joker stayed.

They dodged past the lazy guards and eventually, they were in front of the Joker’s cell. Harley stepped in front of his cage, suppressing a shiver as she looked inside.

There he was, her worst nightmare, wrapped up in a straitjacket and already watching her with a cold, cold gaze and a wide smile.

Why had she done this again?

The Joker laughed when she saw her. “Harley!” He crooned. “Here to release me? I knew you’d come around.”

This time, Harley couldn’t suppress the full shudder. “No thanks!” She snapped. “I’m not your lil doll anymore! You can’t order me around!”

The Joker’s friendly expression immediately twisted into a glare as he snarled. “I made you! And I can break you. You’re nothing but a harlequin, a toy for me to do what I want with! You’re nothing without me!”

Ivy bristled and she moved to pull back Harley, who was almost in tears, when Wraith moved first. He phased through the metal doors and with one casual click of bones breaking, the Joker laid slumped into his cell, quieted forever.

Wraith stepped back out and both Ivy and Harley scrambled to look back inside, recognizing the sound of a neck snapping, but unable to comprehend how easily it took.

Harley sputtered, “W-W-What?!”

Wraith shrugged.

“He was annoying. And I hate clowns.”

[jackzarts]

Quinn!! Finally posting my drow-tiefling's wizard character sheet 🫐✨ What a pathetic man.

Forgot to mention that he blushes blue.