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lizzieislife94x · 11 months ago

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Professor Olsen (e.o)

LizziexFem Reader

Lizzie is your professor your the student of legal age ofc let's say y/n is 19 and lizzie is 25

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Y/ns POV:

"I'm up IM UPPPP!!!" I yell at my roommate as I roll out of bed she can be a fucking pain in the ass would 10 more minutes in bed have been to much to ask "y/n you can't be late you have professor Olsen's test today as do I so get your ass up and ready or I'm leaving without you" I moan and I get ready I really should get my fucking licence because this bitch is annoying me I love her really she's my best friend but when you wake me up rudely it pisses me off, I grab my bag and phone and head to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and turn to my roommate "ta da better seriously take a chill pill we still have 45 minutes we'll be there in plenty of time calm your tits " she rolls her eyes and grabs the car keys "let's go dickhead I'm not getting yelled at because you can't be bothered getting out of bed, maybe you like to be yelled at by pro Olsen because you wanna rail her and think it's sexy I on the other hand do not" I follow her to the car not saying anything this bitch really outing me I can't help but laugh as we sit in the car and I look over at her and she laughs as well.

it takes us roughly 30 mins to get to campus leaving plenty of time toget to class. As I walk in with my friend I take my seat at the front of the class if you knew how hot she was you'd sit here too "morning professor " I say with a huge smile as she turns to face us "morning girls great to see you here on time I hope your prepared for the test later" I let out a nervous chuckle "uh yeah totally professor Olsen" I mean I did study but got distracted by the thought of professor Olsen will I pass I have no idea as the day goes on we're almost at the end of the day and I get up walking over to her desk "done professor " I say handing my test to the goddess infront of me "thank you miss L/N please take a seat and try not to disturb the rest of the class" I nod and head back to my seat and start annoying my friends sending me into a fit of laughter "miss L/N that's detention stay after class one more sound out of you ill make it the full week"

she says in a series tone and I find myself in a flustered state that shouldn't have been as much of a turn on as it was fuck, I gulp and nod looking at her trying to hide my flustered state I slowly sink down on my seat keeping my eyes on my shoes after 40 minutes the bell goes and we all stand to leave as I'm talking to my friends a chill is sent down my spine "miss L/N where are you going take a seat you can see your friends later once your done here" I look at my friends who laugh and tease as I sit back down and the classroom empties slowly "professor Olsen how long do I have to stay" I almost whisper "until I say otherwise young lady now come over here and take a seat you can help me sort these tests into alphabetical order ' I nod and walk over taking a seat beside her and I start to sort the paperwork fuck this is gonna take forever I let out a huff "oh I'm sorry am I inconveniencing you miss l/n" she states with a dominating tone to her voice

"fuck..." I whisper clearly turned on and she raises her eyebrow at me unsure of her next words "miss l/n did that excite you" she asks sliding her pen into her mouth biting gently with a smirk "uhh I umm" she keeps her eyes burned to me "words y/n words use your big girl words" I gulp and play with my fingers "yes ok yes it did professor Olsen" she giggles and bites her lip "well maybe you can get out of detention a little quicker if you help me " I look at her confused as she sits back in her chair and spreads her legs and my eyes instantly snap to her spread legs "professor Olsen don't play don't start something you can't finish " I smirk licking my lips slowly "oh baby I never start something I can't finish now on your knees let's see if that tounge is good for something other than chatting during my test time" I let out a moan and drop to my knees crawling over to her as she pulls her skirt up over her waist as I run my hands up and down her thighs working to her panties I can see the visible wet patch in her panties I slowly run my finger up and down her slit over her panties earning a sexy moan from the older woman above me

"that feels...that feels good y/n" I bite my lip and pull her panties to the side sliding my fingers through her wet folds savouring the feeling of her wet cunt "don't..fucking tease me y/n" she almost yells and I smirk "I'm sorry professor Olsen" I slide my fingers inside her tight cunt and moan at the way she hugs my fingers so well and the moan she let out let's me know she enjoys it tooI start sliding my fingers in and out at a slow place as I latch my lips around her puffy clit swiping my tounge every few seconds just to hear the whimpers leaving her mouth "just like that baby fuck yes don't...stop" she breaths out as I up my pace of my fingers and moan against her clit as she grips my hair tight "shit that's the spot fuck y/n I'm gonna cum" I thrust my fingers faster until her walls squeeze my fingers signalling she's close to cumming I instantly pull my fingers out and slide my tounge in replacing my fingers as she pushes me further into her I feel her release all over my face and lap up every sweet sweet bit of cum she gives I slide my tounge out and look up at the older woman with her head back and thin layer of sweat over her head and face I smirk "was that good enough professor " I giggle slightly as she looks at me smiling "fuck yes I think...I need to...keep you back more often " I get back into my seat and bite my lip "maybe I'll just purposely get detention everyday"I stayed to help her with the tests and after an hour I bid my goodbye to the older woman excited for the following day of school for the first time in a long time maybe school isn't that bad after all.

AN: just a quick update to keep the book up to date also my anxiety has me awake so feel free to message with requests and ill do them right away feedback Is appreciated and welcome good or bad let me know if you enjoy them word count is 1.3k for this chapter (who doesn't love a good ol professor Olsen fic)

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ahsxual · 11 months ago

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NSFW ALPHABET - KAI ANDERSON

Genre: Smut

Warnings: death and Kai himself, that's a warning ladies and gentleman

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Kai tends to be more affectionate after sex, silently cheeking for any bruises only to take care of them after. He's extremely possessive over you, so he feels the obligation to take care of his little lamb since it's his responsibility. On good days, he will let you cuddle with him while he runs his fingers over your legs and arms softly.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Definitely your ass, nipples, mouth and vagina/penis. He likes to grab them harshly while you're having sex, and fucks every hole in your body.

As for him, he likes his veiny hands and his dick. Those body parts of his are the ones that can offer you more pleasure and make him feel powerful and desired, so they're definitely his favorites.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically):

Inside you: in your mouth, ass and vagina if you have one. He feels the need to mark his territory on you, so he definitely wants you to keep his cum inside you as long as possible.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He already thought about catching you having sex with another person, and then fuck you roughly to prove who you belong to. But after that, he would fuck whoever was with you just to make you watch without touching yourself, so you feel bad about yourself and regret your actions. "Even that guy/whore made me cum harder than you ever did to me" (which is a lie, he just wants you to feel bad and make you depend on him).

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

After getting crazy, Kai fucked a lot of women and men, so when you met him, he was already pretty experienced. He's also a fast learner, so he knows exactly how to make you cum in a couple of minutes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

Doggy Style - that way he can change easily from hole to hole if you have a vagina, spank your ass, grab your hair, push your face against the bed or whichever surface you are against to, and have more control over you in general.

The Hook - on this position, he can go deeper inside you while watching your face. It also allows him to kiss, bite, suck and spit on your face and neck.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

He doesn't shave himself, not even if you asked him to (that would probably be a bad idea, since he would feel insecure which results on him being agressive and loud). If he shaves, it has to be by his own will.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

Kai is extremely serious when it comes to sex. He thinks sex has to be seen as something essential for humans and a very important act where two souls and bodies connect with each other. And since he has deep feelings for you, the more serious he gets about it. However, when he won the election to become the official council man, that day you made sweet love with some giggles and smiles here and there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

It's rare for Kai to be romantic in sex, since he is a hardcore kinky bitch. He will grab you firmly, his hand prints being marked on your body and "love bruises" too. He likes to spank you and make you entirely submissive to him, so he's pretty rough inside the room.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

Everyone knows that Kai Anderson is a huge fan of masturbation and jerks off a lot. Even when he is with you, sometimes he orders you to simply kneel down while he jerks off on your face, mouth or boobs/nipples and then leaves to work on his cult meetings and future plans/projects.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

(Oh man, this is going to be long!!!) - Sir/Daddy/Divine Ruler Kink, bondage, pain kink, hard BDSM, choking, voyeurism, golden showers we all agree on this one lmao, hair pulling, blood kink, knife kink, dom/sub, breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia (watching the partner crying), podophilia (foot fetish), degradation/humiliation, innocence kink what am I forgetting.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):

Literally anywhere. He actually enjoys the adrenaline of getting caught, so he probably prefers to have sex outdoors, or indoors with someone in the house (especially his cult members).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

When you obey him and do anything for him, even the hardest things like killing someone.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

There's nothing this man wouldn't do, really. The only thing he probably wouldn't like is being completely submissive, watching someone he was jealous of or that he hates fuck you or someone else without him being in control of the situation lol.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

Let's be honest here. We know Kai, so I'm almost sure that he prefers receiving a blowjob while he grabs your hair and makes you gag on him. About his oral sex skills, I would say that he's kinda messy and rough. You probably would have to tell him to go slower on you, so he wouldn't rip your clit/dick off lmao. But, when he's feeling generous, he would go down on you and make you cum in a few minutes for sure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

Definitely fast and rough most of the times. He would make you beg to stop fucking you, because of how overstimulated you were and he wouldn't give a shit. On rare occasions, where he's feeling particularly romantic, he would go at a slower pace and be more careful with you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He enjoys quickies, but prefers taking his time with you. He has a very high sex drive, so depending on how occupied he is, you could have sex 2-3 times a day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

For sure. He loves taking risks when it comes to sex. Especially on public spaces, where you both can be caught anytime. He really likes to try new things, so it doesn't matter how uncommon your kinks are, he would be really excited to try them out. Just say the word and prepare to have the best orgasm of your life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Kai has a very high stamina. He could go to 2-3 rounds with you. The first round he cums fast, but the next ones...

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

Oh... don't let me get started. When he's feeling particularly kinky, he would tie you up and stimulate you with vibrators, anal plugs, nipple clamps, spanking paddles, anything really. He would only use them on you but if you insist, maybe he would give it a try if you're lucky.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He's the worst at teasing you when he's horny. He makes you beg until you can't take it anymore, so you can be ready for him just the way he likes it. However, if he's mad or had a bad day, he won't wait for you to get fully prepared for him and will go straight to the point and it hurts

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

We already know Kai is very loud during sex! He would groan so much while he fucks you and make the loudest moan when he finally cums. He just can't be quiet when he's inside you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

One of the thoughts that can't get out of Kai's mind is fucking you after killing someone with their body right next to you or in front of his cult members to show everyone his dominance and power over you he's crazyyy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

I would say his dick is probably 6,5 inches and thick, but not too much.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Like I said, his sex drive is extremely high. He's always thinking about fucking you in the most random times and places, while doing the most nasty things to you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Pretty fast, actually. Now that you've been together for a long time, he completely trusts you to sleep peacefully next to you and not betray him like the others did.

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klausinamarink · 1 year ago

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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 next: Part 7

Hey I’m back! starting to change the POVs around a bit - plot is kicking ^-^

After she strings the last line of Christmas lights on the wall, Joyce starts painting the alphabet letters underneath each bulb with determination.

This might not work, but she knows her son can do it. He’s already brilliant to use the lights and this will be much easier for him. For her.

Satisfied with her work, Joyce steps back down on the floor. The lights are off, but she knows they’ll turn bright anyways.

“Okay, Will, sweetie?” She calls out. She imagines that Will is pressed against her leg just like he does when he’s shy and alone. Her heart aches at the thought. “I’ve done something that it’ll be- well, I hope it’ll be better than the ‘yes’ or ‘no’s. But, uh, if you can see this, you can actually spell out what you need to say.”

She waits for a few seconds. Then, the light for Y flickers.

“We can practice if you want!” Oh, she hopes it works. But Will can do it. “Can you- ah, what to do.. Oh! Your name! Can you spell your name on this?”

Will’s response takes another few seconds, almost too long. But lights flicker individually before Joyce’s eyes.

W-I-L-L

Joyce can’t stop herself from clapping excitedly. “Oh my god, Will! You did it! I knew you can do it!”

One of the lamps next to the couch flicker repeatedly. Is this Will’s way of clapping and cheering with her? Her heart fills up, almost as painful as the past few days had been. Then the lights on the wall start spelling again.

A-N-D-E-D-D-I-E

“And.. Eddie?” Joyce frowns. Is her son not alone? Wherever he is that she can’t reach? Shit, is he safe? “I’m sorry, sweetie, are you- tell me you are safe. Are you alone?”

S-A-F-E-N-O-T-A-L-O-N-E

”I-I’m sorry, Will.” Joyce shakes her head, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. “I don’t really understand right now, but can we stick to short answers for now? Can you tell me where exactly are you?”

H-E-R-E

“Here? Here, where? Will, where is here? I- I can’t see you!”

Several lightbulbs seems to combat with each other one in blues and reds. Then they stop. And then-

R-U-N

Every light in the house flickers maniacally and Joyce runs outside as something in the wall starts tearing out again.

—

Eddie slams his back against one of the largest trees, clenching Will and their spears close to his chest. His lungs are collapsing in themselves so hard that he won’t be surprised if they turn into a new galaxy system or whatever.

The demogorgon roars, the sound echoing closer by the second.

His breathing is sharp as needles as he tries to get it under control. It only sends him into a coughing fit. Will kicks him in the ankle, hissing, “It’ll hear us!”

Eddie tells him, “Do you think I’m doing this on purpose?” Or at least he tries to when he starts coughing again. He slides down to his ass, feeling the prickle of tears in his eyes. It almost overlaps with the even louder branches snapping from behind.

Will’s hands fly to Eddie’s mouth and clamp down hard on his cloth mask. He forces to swallow down the coughs despite his throat tickling uncomfortably.

He hears the demogorgon stomping around, roaring in frustration. Eddie’s chest constricts from lack of air and he’s seeing black spots again.

Please go away, you Venus Fly-Trap face fuck.

It does not go away. Instead, the demogorgon comes out right next to them.

Eddie would’ve screamed.

So by the laws of natural order, it’s Will who screams at the demogorgon and makes it worse by thrusting one of the fucking spears at it.

What happens next is a literal blur.

Eddie does still remember the demogorgon screeching before it grabs Will and throws him across the forest floor. He remembers somehow standing up and somehow getting the demogorgon’s attention on Eddie. He remembers darting to the side at the last second so the monster crashes right into the tree.

He remembers running, Will’s hand gripped tightly in his.

They crash into another block of houses that Eddie doesn’t really recognize at first glance. He only laser-focuses on running into one of the open garages where the doors to the occupant’s living are wide open for him to drop into without a risk of messing with the vines.

Well, he still steps over the vines and barely checks for a wide enough space to collapse onto, but not really the point.

Eddie wheezes, his back on the floor and gaze to the dark-stained ceiling. His lungs rattle uncontrollably as he coughs and coughs until he feels a glass bottle in his hand. He’s careful not to drink it down fast, but it soothes his throat enough to subside the coughing.

He hears Will give out a whoosh of air, “I think the demogorgon won’t find us for a while.”

Eddie doesn’t stop snapping his head towards the boy’s direction. Or the newborn wrath in his voice as he questions, “You think?”

Will immediately shrinks down, his body retracting into his vest like a baby turtle.

“You think the demogorgon can’t get us because you think it was great to stab it?”

Anger shimmers off Eddie as he stands up, albeit with shaking legs. “What the fuck were you thinking?! Whatever happen to hiding so it doesn’t, oh god I don’t know, kill us?”

“I-I know it wasn’t a good idea…” Will’s voice is small. Eddie’s brain is telling himself to shut the hell up, but Eddie doesn’t listen to his brain most of his time so he continues the triad.

“What was supposed to be your plan, Little Byers? Huh? Stab the demogorgon? Just like that? Without a goddamn second thought of ‘hey, maybe this will get me and my new best friend killed and I would never go home at all!’ Jesus Christ… you’re a goddamn lucky charm not to lose that spear. And it had to be right after you finally talked to your mom who was so fucking happy to even hear-”

A gut wrenching sob breaks through his words.

Eddie stops himself and looks down at Will, curled up to himself as his body violently shudder with every sob.

Munson, you fucking idiot.

“Oh shit,” Eddie is already on his knees, facing Will. His hands hover uselessly over the boy. “Will, hey, hey. I’m sorry. I’m really so sorry. I never meant-”

Will flinches away from him, burying his face deeper into his arms.

And if that didn’t already break Eddie’s heart, he doesn’t know what else would. And he knows firsthand what yelling and incessantly blaming a child for a mistake does wonders. He knows what it’s like to live constantly on eggshells because the person you love can hurt you at a moment’s notice.

Even for something life threatening as being chased by man-eating monsters in an alternate dimension, Will Byers doesn’t deserve that. And Eddie just ruined it.

“Will-” He reaches out again. This time, Will kicks and hits him, snot and tears pouring out of him. This time, Eddie keeps his arms around Will and holds him tight as close as he can.

“Let me go!” Will cries. “I just wanna go home! Let me see my mom by myself! I want to go home!”

“I know, I know.” Eddie shushes him, gently rocking him back and forth. A far cry mimic from what his mom and Wayne used to do, but he hopes it’s good enough. Please let it be good enough. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I made you feel more hurt. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry-”

Will eventually goes limp but moves his arms around Eddie’s neck. Eddie keeps rocking him even when his apologies are done. Will’s tears stain his shirt even when the kid starts singing The Clash song with broken breaths. Eddie keeps holding him as he joins in.

They’re the only ones in hell after all.

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There’s a knocking on the front door and it makes Wayne dash faster than he ever did in ‘Nam. He already sees Eddie on the steps, dirty and tired but safe-

But it’s only Jim Hopper, holding a small brown bag.

“Hey, Wayne.” The chief smiles thinly in exhaustion. Wayne doesn’t smile back. “Thought I would bring a bit of breakfast.”

“Why are you here, Jim?” He cuts through the pleasantries, hoping, hoping that it’s not any bad news.

Hopper says nothing. Just gestures to the picnic table near the trailer. Wayne thinks about shutting the door instead, about assuming the worst and let the grief come in.

But he only goes inside to grab his cup of coffee and cigarettes. Then he follows Hopper outside.

They sit down, neither of them reaching for the bag. Wayne doesn’t have much of an appetite recently and he doesn’t take good cop food. Though he allows Hopper to take one of his cigarettes.

Finally, just as the morning air continues to weigh on them, Hopper sighs heavily and says, “Will Byers was found last night.”

“Where?”

“The quarry.”

Christ.

Wayne closes his eyes. He doesn’t ask about how the boy was found because he and his brother grew up next to a wetland back home and when too many boys went there to swim, it was guaranteed that one of them would be as still as the water’s surface by sunset. And he could count on both hands how many boys met that fate.

He hopes that Joyce Byers and her eldest weren’t there to find him.

“We haven’t found any leads on Eddie so far.”

“Thought the hit and run theory was the only one.” Wayne doesn’t hide the disdain in his voice. He takes a drag, hearing Hopper’s frustrated huff.

“If it makes you feel better, I fired Powell’s ass.”

Wayne takes another drag of his cigarette. He clicks his tongue before saying, “I appreciate the act of kindness. But I’ll feel better when Eddie comes home.”

“I know you want your nephew back safe but…” He shoots Hopper a look, watching the chief fumble the words before he continues, “I’m not gonna sugarcoat this, Wayne, but there’s a couple new cases that popped up. The state is getting involved too.”

“The state.” Wayne feels a dry twinge in his mouth.

“Yeah.” Hopper shakes his head. “It’s a little fishy, if you ask. But if they are going to at least help out-”

Wayne doesn’t hear what he says next because he’s standing up and walking back to the trailer. He’s only inside for a second just to swipe his leather-bound notebook off the kitchen counter. He comes back and throws it on the wooden table in front of Hopper with a thick slam.

The chief gets startled by that, looks up at Wayne, and back to the notebook when Wayne gives him nothing else. He watches Hopper flip through the pages and then read one. “What-”

“This-” Wayne points at the book he’d filled in the past few hours when sleeping was hopeless, “is everything I’ve done so far about Eddie’s whereabouts. I’ve asked everyone in town. I’ve checked every godforsaken place both in and out of Hawkins, even the ones that are dangerous lookin’. Nobody even has a clue he’s missing. Some of ‘em even said I worried too much for a boy who ran off to a silly city concert. As if worrying for my boy has been my livelihood since he first came to my front door.”

He stares hard at Hopper. The chief just looks down at the book, his face unreadable.

“Even if you were busy with the Byers boy, you should’ve gone looking for Eddie too. But none of ya did so I did. Now I’m running out of leads, chief. I don’t know where to find him next.”

Wayne is always a calm person. But anger always finds a way to crawl out like a maggot.

He takes a deep breath, blinking his eyes hard. “How long it’ll take for you to even care out what happened to my nephew before his body turns up next?”

It feels horribly wrong to assume Eddie’s already dead. It breaks his heart to say it aloud. But Wayne knows from the bottom of his soul and his great-aunt’s crockpot that Eddie’s alive. Missing but somehow here in the world and breathing.

Hopper closes his eyes. After taking a breath, he stands up, leaving the notebook on the table.

“Take it.” Wayne orders. Hopper looks at him uncertainly. “Might as well share it with the state if they’re that cooperative.”

Hopper sighs again and takes the notebook in hand, walking back to his car. He leaves the brown bag on the table though. Before he gets in, Hopper turns and calls out, “Some lab results came back. The stain on the van’s front is just animal blood.”

Wayne just crosses his arms and says nothing back.

As he watches him leave, he realizes his cigarette is still burning. He drops it on bench where Hopper had sat and crushes it under his boot.

—

“You said that Will was alive and we could find him! But now he’s dead!” Mike scrubs his hands over his wet face again as he paces fiercely in the basement. El’s sitting in the tent, watching him with sad eyes. She’s been doing this since-

Another bottle of tears well up in him. Mike shuts his eyes, hoping not to burst. He’s already been a crying mess since he got home last night and had to tell his mom about Will-

“Why did you lie to us? Why did you lie to me? Why?” He doesn’t look at El because if he does, her eyes will still be sad and he’s going to cry again. “Friends don’t lie! Why did you have to hide he was dead? Why couldn’t-”

His walkie turns on with static. He whirls around, almost ready to throw it at the wall if it was from Dustin or Lucas asking if he’s okay. But he sees it on El’s hands. Her eyes are closed, concentrating.

“Hey, don’t-!” He starts forward but freezes when a familiar voice comes through.

“-I stay or should I go? Darling, you got to let me know?”

It’s Will. Clear as day. Alive.

“C’mon, you have to know the next lines by now. Can you sing them?”

Mike’s wide eyes are on the radio. Tears are prickling but for a different reason.

There’s an aggravated sigh and then, “Little Byers, I have to admit that your song is giving me a massive ear worm. I’m sorry but I will not sing The Clash from my own tongue.”

That’s… not Will.

“This can be the last time, I swear! Then you can sing Bowie-”

“I thought I told you I don’t listen to David Bowie!?” The second person squawks.

“You said not to tell anyone you listen to Bowie. And there’s nobody here… so-”

Mike grabs his walkie from El’s hands and yells, “Will! I’m here! I can hear you! Can you read me?! Over!”

“God, this.. how… crafted image dies...”

“What’s… -ur deal… Bowie… -t ba-…”

The static comes back and soon takes away Will’s sound. Mike tries to radio again but nothing happens. He whirls back to El with an open mouth. “Was that…?”

El smiles softly, her nose bleeding. “Will. Eddie.”

Many questions run through Mike’s head. The first one out of his mouth is, “Who the heck is Eddie?”

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perpetualexistence · 9 months ago

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Sea Monster AU: Poor Unfortunate Soul (1/2)

'What's with the 1/2 in the title, that's new' you might be asking yourself. You see, this part right here was actually originally supposed to be just one Then, I realized I'd need to split it into two, 'Poor Unfortunate Soul', and the next part I'm not spoiling the title of yet.

Then I started going into this, looked at the time, looked at the word count, and realized it's for the best if I just split this up once more. Future Perp might end up renaming this chapter as the title definitely fits more for the second part than it does this one. Time will tell.

Either way, before we get to the post proper: Warnings! Oh boy have we got them for this part and the next!

Content warnings: Non-suicidal self harm, Body horror

Since the content warnings happen as part of a scene like rather than a brief mention, I've separated the more gruesome bits with asterisks. You can look all the way down at the bottom for a safer summary.

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Now that Noah has a book on magic, he has to deal with the problem that Chris could never get past: actually reading it. It's not in any language that Noah can recognize. Still, he's smart and can recognize patterns in text thanks to his poetry phase. He manages to work out the basic alphabet. Now that he's got that, his next step is simple. Create a program that will translate the text as he scans it. He'll get to save so much time, and might even be able to get what he wants faster as he can just search for whatever seems most promising.

The book snaps shut the first time. Noah can't excuse it as the wind when it happens again. After a few attempts, he finally manages to get a good scan of one of the pages.

One waterlogged phone later he realizes why there weren't any references for how to actually use magic on the sea monster database.

Magic really doesn't like cheaters.

So instead he has to translate everything himself using the alphabet he figured out. It gets easier as he keeps doing it, and eventually he no longer needs to look at his reference sheet in order to read it.

Before that can happen, he needs a new phone. Both because he's a young adult addicted to having a screen with him at all times, and because without one he won't be able to talk to Owen, who is currently one of the few things reminding him that there's some good in humanity, and that all of this pain is going to be worth it.

He doesn't have any disposable income. Yes, he has some of the treasures that Alejandro gave him from the ships they hunted. But the problem is actually selling those. Now that people are noticing the disappearances (thanks Alejandro), he can't exactly sell anything identifiable from those very ships that have 'gone missing'. His lazy ass had just sat on them assuming that he could sell them whenever he pleased.

Present Noah would slap Past Noah if he could.

So he goes to his mother to ask for a new phone. Which is a task in itself given her multiple jobs. He'd text her, but that's part of the problem. He'd also prefer not to get his older siblings involved because they'd just ask questions. The one good thing about having an overworked mother is that she rarely questions why you want things, and as the baby you can exploit this to its maximum potential!

Noah's a terrible son.

He'll make it up to her when he actually does manage to sell off his stolen goods. Like a criminal. Which he is. As an accessory to murder. Multiple counts.

He can either think about this too hard or he can have a new phone.

So he manages to track her down and asks her for a new phone. He doesn't ask for anything fancy, just something that works. She looked at him, gave him an all too familiar rueful smile, and told him they don't have the money right now, though he can try using one of his siblings' older phones.

Noah's not too surprised by this answer. Living as they are, it's always a gamble for when they do have spare cash. What does concern him is the look in her eyes of someone who doesn't want to burden others. Not just the burden of saying no.

The burden of hiding something. And there's only one things he's ever tried to hide from him. The loan shark's back.

He does this every once in a while. Usually when they're getting too close to fully paying him off. He'll hike up the interest rate or make up some bullshit fee. He'll expect a big immediate payment, and then lay off for a while until he's ready to wring them by the neck again.

He'd have pushed the bastard directly into Alejandro's mouth himself if he wasn't so good at covering where he was. The fact that he's in town means he's going to stay a while. There's no telling when he'll move out, or if he'll even do it by boat.

That's a problem for another time, as much as he loathes to leave it hanging. He's got to get more money from somewhere else. Not just for the phone now, but to get the loan shark off his family's back again.

Noah remembers Duncan. The guy made his reputation as a delinquent known just from the five seconds he got to know him, and spoke about going to juvie. It'd be a risk, but Noah's running low on options. He's not about to watch his mom work herself ragged again.

He gets in touch with him Duncan via Owen. After assuring Owen that no, he's not dead because it's been two full days since he texted, no he's not mad at him either, he just dropped his phone in some water. Luckily for him, Owen's willing to help the two meet without asking too many questions.

Duncan, meanwhile, has plenty of questions. First of all, who Noah thinks he is just asking for Duncan to fence stolen goods for him. Second of all where someone like Noah would even GET stolen goods. Noah lets him know that he can either have answers to those questions, or he can get a profitable cut. Duncan begrudgingly agrees (which has nothing to do with the fact that Noah accidentally lets slip why he needs the money, and Duncan's still got a bleeding heart).

Noah starts with just enough money for a new phone. He can't just dump everything onto Duncan, because then his curiosity/suspicion would definitely outweigh his willingness to help Noah.

Now that all of that is settled, he can finally get back to translating and studying magic.

He learns that in order to use magic, he needs proper tools to do so. And he can't simply buy these tools. No, for the magic to work properly, Noah needs to make these tools. The making imbues them with his essence and makes it so the tools will only ever work for him. Since he's working with sea magic, he's got to use it from materials he finds underwater.

The only place underwater he can safely look without Alejandro catching on is an underground cove he found connected to Chef and Chris's place. Which limits his options severely. So he decides to keep on reading for the actual spells to see what he'd actually need before figuring out how much of a migraine he's going to have.

One thing he notices rather quickly is that all of these spells must be prepared and performed underwater. This part wouldn't be a problem if not for the fact that unlike merfolk, Noah does need oxygen. So solving that problem takes priority.

He finds that solution in a ritual that will give him gills. However, it presents him with a choice. For there's two different branches of magic: the slower, safer process and the faster, more painful process. In this case, Noah can either take the time and effort needed to gather ingredients for a potion that will give him gills that he can open and close at will...or he can make himself a permanent set of gills.

Noah would love to pick the first one. But the longer he takes, the more Alejandro will eat, and the longer he stays a threat. So the second option it is. He starts wearing a scarf and uses the perpetually cold lie. Mostly for Alejandro's sake. Which is good because Alejandro does 'playfully' remove the scarf to see what's underneath the first time he sees it, and once satisfied that there's nothing, doesn't mess with it like that again.

Now Noah needs a knife of coral. Noah's lucky that the new cove he's in has agatized coral. With it being fossilized, it's old and has more of a connection with nature, making it a perfect magic implement. Noah's able to get pieces out, but now he has to make a knife out of it.

Who better to ask but the resident knife expert?

Noah does need a more reasonable excuse for this one, so he pretends that he only needs to learn how to make a knife due to self defense because he's getting paranoid with all the disappearances. Duncan points out that that's bullshit because Noah could just buy a knife then. Why the hell does he need to learn how to make one?

Duncan's asking too many questions, so Noah throws his hail mary. If Duncan can stop asking questions about pretty much any of Noah reasons and helps him out with learning how to make a knife and maybe a few other things, he'll use his hacking abilities to get rid of Duncan's criminal record. That's an offer Duncan simply can't refuse. So Duncan agrees to teach him, and over time, Noah crafts his knife of coral. He adds the runes that he needs to enchant it by himself. Both because that's meant to be a private affair, and so Duncan doesn't say anything despite his bought silence.

Now to actually do this.

***

Noah gets all the underwater runes and preparations done one dive at a time. He also makes sure to get makeshift medical supplies for himself. He's doing this as close to the surface as he can in case everything goes to shit. He'd prefer not to bleed out.

He stares at the knife in his hands. He's actually going through with this, isn't he? No going back. There will be permanent evidence that he's taking a stand against Alejandro if he finds it. The whole 'sea monster vs. sea witch' conflict he'd read about doesn't promise anything good when Alejandro realizes he's using magic.

He could seriously screw himself up. He's a genius, but he's no medical expert. One wrong cut and it's lights out forever. One wrong move and he's fish food either way. He's come so far, he can't afford to let himself get choked up now.

He slices the right side of his neck before he can let himself doubt any more. He's unable to stifle a yell of pain. He loses precious oxygen when he's just started. He has to finish or else this won't work.

He slices the left side of his neck to keep it balanced. More oxygen lost. Now that he's cut both sides of his neck, he can feel the cuts throbbing. It feels like the cuts are burrowing themselves deeper than he made them. They are creating new passageways into his lungs and they burn.

His instincts kick in and he begins to swim for the surface. The runes he set forth earlier start to glow and he finds himself unable to move far from the spot he started in. He's holding his breath in for as long as he can. There are more cuts to be made but he wants to pass out now. But he can't. He has to keep going.

It's when he starts making the second cut on the right side of his neck that he feels his first set of gills go from a burrowing sensation to a throbbing one. He's about to pass out, but it should be safe now. He just needs to breathe.

It's a battle of sheer will over his instincts to force himself to breathe in while underwater. He feels water go in through his gills yet not through his throat like an injection. It is shoddy and feels like when Noah is so congested he can only breathe through one nostril. That would likely be why he needs three pairs of gills total.

***

With at least enough air not to die, he forces himself to finish the ritual. By the end, he's underwater, breathing in and out. It's no longer panicked as he forces himself to take nice deep breaths. He has to pinch his nose shut to stop himself from instinctively breathing through it when underwater. He'll either stay here or keep coming down until breathing underwater comes more nautrally.

He still can't believe he's even thinking that. He's actually breathing underwater. He did magic. It can be done. This crazy, stupid plan of his might actually be doable.

It's a start.

[Safe for work summary: Through a lot of pain, Noah manages to make himself a working set of gills.]

#sea monster au #total drama #total drama noah #td noah #total drama au #giant/tiny #horror au #total drama horror au #cw self harm #tw self harm #cw nonsuicidal self harm #tw nonsuicidal self harm #tw body horror #cw body horror #td alejandro #total drama alejandro #alenoah #td alenoah #td horror au

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gh0stsh4rk · 9 months ago

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The Gang Gets Put into a Saw Trap

Okay this idea has been plaguing me so here are my speculations about if members of the gang ended up in saw traps (what they would be and why they would/wouldn't survive)

:readmore: Okay alphabetical order, Charlie !

If he doesn't get put in a trap for stalking then John definitely gets him for his drug use. Based on Charlie's Home Alone and the ending of Chardee Macdennis 2: Electric Boogaloo Charlie actually has a chance. He's willing to put himself into great physical pain to achieve a goal, but in Charlie's Home Alone he also proves how little foresight he puts into most things. Any level of complexity and Charlie is dead. If he listens to the instructions he has a chance, but will he ? As for the trap...the classic bathroom trap. I could go reverse bear trap because of the substance abuse, but Charlie's history as a voyeur lines up with Adam's quite well. Low chance of survival just based on the need to collaborate with another person and not let them kill him. (Rather than a poisoned cigarette it would be poisoned alcohol, which he would take without convincing.)

Next up is Dee

Dee would likely end up in a trap for her consistent history of putting her own comfort and convenience over other's wellbeing. We see this when she leaves the Waitress in a bog in Dee Sinks in a Bog, getting Cricket to leave the priesthood in The Gang Exploits a Miracle, and leaving him and others to burn alive in Mac and Dennis's apartment in The Gang Squashes their Beefs. Dee ends up at the helm of the shotgun carousel and I see her saving no lives and failing jigsaw's test. Next is Dennis

We all know Dennis's sin is lust, and of course it is his sexual impropriety that lands him in a trap. In both parts of The Gang Goes to Hell he practically hunts a barely of age girl, and in The Gang Buys a Boat he makes it just clear enough what the implication of being on a boat is that it's worrying even to Mac. All of this lands Dennis in the Bedroom trap. Dennis shows a high pain tolerance in Chardee Macdennis, even managing to avoid reacting to having his hand pierced with a dart. However, I'm not sure vanity would allow him to gouge his eyes out like he would need to for this trap. He might be able to, but I wouldn't bet on it.

Next Frank

Frank's history of running sweatshops is not exactly a secret. Frank admits to deaths in his sweatshops in Charlie Goes America All over Everybody's Ass, and it's not that surprising after seeing how he tells Mac to run his own sweatshop in The Aluminum Monster vs Fatty Magoo. We learn more of the gruesome details of this in Making Dennis Reynolds a Murderer when he continues the tradition of forgetting he's hot, just like in Frank's Little Beauties. All of this lands Frank in the Acid room trap and needless to day, if any of his victim's family members had the chance, Frank wouldn't make it out of that room. Frank dies. Finally, Mac.

Mac or Ronnie the Rat has a long history of snitching. In The High School Reunion he rats on Adriano for having fake drink tickets, but that's a fairly small crime compared to his snitching nearly costing his father his life in Mac Kills his Dad. This lands Mac in the Venus Flytrap trap. Unfortunately for Mac based on his performance in Mac Day and his admission to Charlie that his new sunglasses in Pop-Pop: the Final Solution are to hide how scared he is, he isn't the badass he thinks he is. He's not digging a key out of his eye anytime soon. Mac fails the test.

Bonus !

The gang as a whole likely would end up in the featured trials of Saw V, and in most cases, would not survive. HOWEVER--the gang of Season 2 with Franks guidance may have a chance to make it out alive. As Dennis explains in Chardee Macdennis, his mind is strong but his body is weak.

Thanks if you stayed for this rambling !! I may have to do something like this again it was fun :)

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sopeverse · 4 years ago

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switchspencer · 3 years ago

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Okay so you're riding baby Spence and notice his eyes are shut tight. He's also mumbling something nervously, looking as if he's in pain. You stop moving and lean forward and realize he's listing all US States to distract himself from the feeling you and to stop himself from cumming too soon as he always does. ❤️

okay this one Really Got me and had me Thinking Thoughts at NOON so here we go here is a little blurb thank you you are a genius for this idea ❤️

ship: fem! reader x spencer reid

word count: .6k

warnings: sub!spencer, brief concern about consent (there is no consent issue, it's just what the ask says basically!), slight breath play (spencer receiving, some very very light choking), calling him a 'good boy, i think that's all)

Your eyes are closed. You know that Spencer is splayed beneath you, his legs parted and his knees up to provide you with some kind of support. His head pressed against the headboard. His glasses almost popping off his nose, you'd insisted he'd kept them on, and he'd gulped when you'd asked.

Your movements are slow, measured. The pad of his thumb presses at your clit in a steady rhythm, and you clench around his cock.

That's when he whines.

Opening your eyes, you see it, his own squeezed close, his face pressed into what looks like a wince - bushy eyebrows pushed together and the glasses slipped to the end of his nose, his plush lips moving as they mumble something you can't quite make out. Your hips still, instantly, the moment your eyes open.

And then, as you stop, his own open.

"W-Why'd you stop?" He stutters.

"Are you okay?" You ask, leaning forward to thumb at his jaw, the picture of concern, "You know we can stop at any time if you want to, all you ever have to do is say-"

"No," He cuts over you quickly, "Uhm, no, p-please don't stop," His hips cant forward, sinking a bit deeper inside of you, "I was um, I was trying s-something I read online. To help me to uhm."

He trails off, pressing his lips together, averting his gaze to the ceiling to avoid your eye contact.

Smirking, you take his chin roughly between your thumb and forefinger, pulling him back so that he's looking you directly in the eye. There's a faint glean of sweat on his forehead, dampening the fringe, and his cheeks are as pink as his kiss-swollen lips.

"Tell me."

"I-I was," He mumbles, his voice cracking, almost entirely black pupils meeting yours, "I was trying to make myself, l-last longer."

"And what were you trying?" You ask, relinquishing your hold of his chin. You move his left hand from the side to your ass, helping you establish balance in this new position, his other still trapped where your bodies meet.

"I-I was naming all the states in the um, in the contigous United States."

You hum with encouragement, rolling your hips so that he slips in and out of you with ease, using his torso for leverage. He sucks in a breath, and you bite down on the sensitive spot below his ear, his hips bucking up further to properly sheath themselves inside of you.

"That's so fucking hot Spencer," You praise, nipping at his throat, feeling his Adam's apple bob under your lips, "Wanting to last longer for me. You just like being inside of me so much you'll do anything to get more won't you?"

Your nails dig tiny crescent moon marks into the hollow of his throat, and he pushes his head further back. Baring it to you. You splay your fingers across it, squeezing lightly on both sides.

"P-please."

He's desperate. Far too close already.

Just how you like him.

"I tell you what," You whisper against the shell of his ear, sucking a purpling mark into the skin at the base of it, "You start naming them again, in alphabetical order, and we'll see if you can last that long."

From the way he rapidly resumes his ministrations on your clit, you know he knows which one it will be. But still, he stutters out a raspy, "A-Alabama" and you reward him with an ever so slightly condescending, "Oh good boy." The way he shivers before murmuring "Arizona" only makes you more confident in your prediction.

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #not sfw #minors dni #sub!spencer

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet // Ethan Torchio

words // 2383

warnings // smut, clearly its nsfw headcannons

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader (might be mentions that seem like they are for f reamer but comeon theres lingerie for every body 👁️👄👁️)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. an apology to the people on my tag list i think i accidentally have not been tagging you this whole time i am so so so sorry omg

request // yes, it was a reblog i cant find it right now

summary // self explanatory

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Regarding you, Ethan is the king of after care. As rough as he can be in bed, that’s just how sweet he can be once you're done with it. Goes full on dad mode (don’t know how else to explain this). He will have water, painkillers if you’re now in pain, a washcloth to clean you up, new clothes, and of course the cuddles.

“I’m alright, Ethan. I can do it on my own,” you say as Ethan walks to you with the wet cloth ready to clean the mess he made on your body.

“I know you can, amore. I just want to take care of you,” he says as he leaves a kiss on your lips.

I can also see him being the one to make a big fat breakfast the morning after, or at least get up early to pick something up.

Now I also feel that he is in need of some aftercare. It depends on the day really, if he’s had a pretty rough day and all I feel like he’d ask for some backrubs after. In this case he’d fall asleep so quickly like omg. But on the biggest part I see him feeling the need to reassure you that the things he said (i think we already established that this man would call you a slut) are not how he feels about you and will be asking if you feel the same.

“Do you love me?”

“Wha- of course I do, Ethan! Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know… I guess - I guess I am worried that you don’t after what I said.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself I feel like he really likes his chest and arms. Like I don’t know but I see him really getting off with you pretty much mastubating on his chest. Ya know what I mean? (i think you do you little sluts). He pretty much enjoys anything you do on his chest. I can imagine him looking at the mirror after you two had sex, seeing the cum on his chest along with the marks you have left and just smiling.

“What are you looking at, love?” You ask, seeing as the man is standing in front of the bathroom mirror from your spot on the hotel bed.

“Nothing, just the mess you made.”

“Mhm, and I bet you like it, huh?”

“You have no idea… Hey, are you sure you got tired? Cause I think I can do another round.”

As for his arms, as I said, he simply really enjoys that he can man handle you anytime, get you in any position he likes and feel you scratching them from the pleasure.

When it comes to you, Ethan is an ass guy. Say what you want but the man is an ass guy, end of discussion. He loves anything that involves your but. It does not explicitly have to be something like anal. He simply enjoys seeing your butt and holding it in his hand. It does not matter if it’s big or not, if it has stretch marks or whatever. Wear lingerie that he likes or that itty bitty teeny weeny bikini if you wear them or even some tight pants that make your butt just poìp and he can not contain himself.

I think I have said that to someone here (i think I had sent an ask to zodi @ icouldbeyourputtet) before but I feel like this man is very into spanking, like not even the rough malicious way. but this very wholesome chill way.

You had been talking about it all day, not having had a minute alone with each other for days, you could only dream what you could do that night after everyone left.

A playlist was playing in the background and a cigarette was burning on the ashtray next to your legs, you assuming a similar position, as said cigarette, bent over Ethan’s lap as he caressed your ass cheeks and back, playing around with the lingerie set he had gifted you a while back. (Did I just go to search my fave porn vid, lol exposing myself, and get disappointed because I can’t find it and translate it into fanfiction? yes yes i did, so bare with what i can remember)

“It’s okay, baby, you can take a little more, come on,” he praised, leaving a spank and yet another soft rub on the very red cheek.

He continued, going with the music, a very nice pattern, not very rough spanks but just enough to cause pain, pleasure and redness all over. Accidentally the man landed a few very rough ones causing a gasp and a series of giggles as you practically fell off his lap.

“Ethan, what the hell?” You laughed getting up from the floor and this time sitting on the man’s lap, sharing kisses with him.

“What,” he copied your action and laughed, “it was not intentional. I got carried away by how nice your butt is.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is and is not messy. He will not want the cum to be in every surface possible you know, he will be careful but at the same time this man just loves to see his cum on you, whether it’s your back or your stomach, or in you if you’re ok with it. I bet he has a teeny weeny breeding kink but not necessarily because of the idea of breeding you but rather because he looooves seeing his cum run out of you… I'm not sure if this falls in the breeding kink category but alright

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to fuck you while watching porn.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he is pretty experienced. From what they band has said in interviews and stuff, he seems to be getting some pretty often (no one, NO ONE, is surprised at that). He is not acting arrogant tho (not unless that’s the dynamic of the night), he is willing to learn what works for you and you specifically

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As I said this man is an ass guy so I’d say anything that involves having the view of your ass. Humor me but i think he’d really like 69 with a female/afab partner (don’t know if this works very well with two dick-baring people lol). It has it all, eating you out,

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think it can be both with him. He will not exactly try to make jokes but if something like the previously mentioned spanking incident happens it’s def welcome.

Now as a general rule I see him being pretty serious. I will be honest, I’m getting brat tamer vibes from this man so it’s all pretty serious when you really get into it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering he’s an Italian man and if you look at a lot of photos of him he def fit the ‘mediterenean’ man type. I see him just barely grooming. I don’t see him really shaving or whatever but he also wouldn’t want you to choke on pupic hair, he much rathers you choke on his dick

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It all depends, really. He can be quite intimate with you but it all depends on the moment. There are different occasions for everything. For example, and this is a paradox that I hope I’m explaining well enough to understand, he is not very rough (will not be very aggressive and stuff, like to the extreme those tik tok boys want to pretend they are with their * growling * ew) but he will be rough. intimidating looks, spanking just enough to make you feel pain and redden up your ass cheeks. He’s like that mostly when you are being bratty.

Most of the times, like we’re talkin kind of lazy sex moments, it more wholesome ig, like very intimate and just comfortable and almost comforting. Ok, but like why do i see him having sex and having casual conversation (not the most common, i see this as like lazy day off, having nothing else to do and not being like super horny but being more like h o r n y … am i making sense?)

Setting the scene, you two are at home, both have a day off but it’s kind of raining so any of your plans are ruined. At this point it’s at around 10 am, not early, not late. You have missed each other and both have made it obvious but you are both in a very tired state so you opt for something not too much.

Plain and simple missionary is what goes around this time, Ethan on top just holding your legs around his waist,, going at a pretty medium pace.

“It’s a pity the weather is bad today,” says Ethan staring out the window.

“I know, we were going to go to the beach… I’m bummed about it,” you say, short of breath as the man continues his pace fucking you.

“Mhm, true. But this is better, amore, no? I’ve missed you so much,” he breaths out the last part, moans interrupting his words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does that pretty often, especially if you are not around to help. Sometimes it’s because of you that he needs to. I would def see him exchanging naked pics with you and at first he does that to tease you but he ends up teased when he sees a video you sent of you masturbating.

Bets that he’d be taking photos and vids of you fucking on occasion so he goes to these when he misses you on tour.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As I mentioned previously I see Ethan to be a brat tamer. That I see to be the main kink that kind of works around everything else.

“Can you stop this, slut? It has gotten exhausting. I told you no noise but here you are,” he ordered, looking down at you trembling below his finger tips.

His face was quite stoic, voice never wavering from the strict and cold tone he tended to have when scolding you on the daily. Most times it was leaving a cup out of the sink but this time the scolding came from misbehaving. As if it was not enough that he was punishing you for being a brat and riling him up all morning, now you had to disobey orders. It was getting to him for sure.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you whisper, Ethan seeming satisfied with the response.

“Aw, why so tame puppy, now you decide to be nice?” His tone stayed the same, his words imitating a joke but the whole ordeal was not even close to it.

Now as for other kinks (did I open a site because I could not think? yes, shut up), as a result of being a brat tamer dom there are some few more kinks accompanying specifically that. He is def into bondage, both tying you up but also being tied up on occasion.

“Puppy, I have told you that is not a way to treat me. Untie me,” he says calmly, wrists tied on the headboard of the bed, eyes fixated to you.

“Well, why not? You do it all the time,” you whine, placed on all fours, facing Ethan as you lean towards him on your hands, “I want in on the fun.”

If only he was not tied… Ethan’s mind was already going places, figuring out exactly how he would punish you after you untie him -or after he escapes the restrains, whatever comes first. You knew that, very well - in all honestly that was the plan, that is always the plan.

“Amore, let me go. Let me go and your punishment will be tame,” he voiced looking at you, now positioned on top of his lap, touching yourself right then and there.

“I sense you want to be punished puppy, don't you?” You simply nod your head, eyes closed in pleasure.

“You see, the problem is you will not enjoy what I am thinking.”

“Mhmn.”

“Well, get yourself off now that you can, cause after I get my hands on you… You’re not getting to cum for days, amore.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, anywhere. I can see him having a preference to the luxury of either of your houses or a hotel room but if you push his buttons just right, some restaurant’s bathroom it is.

why can i imagine him having sex at a weeding venue’s bathroom….. omg…..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly, both. I feel like he would be extremely good at giving it, but would never opposed to receiving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them but he doesn’t love them, ya know?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

Is surely try to do new things but it will always depends on what it is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Come on. This goes without saying. He is a drummer for a living. He can surely go on for long…

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I def feel like he has a fair amount of toys. Some for himself, some for you… He looooves using them to punish you.

(small mention to my last fic little puppet)

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A ton! It’s his specialty. Maybe one of his most common punishments is edging and teasing. He can drag it on for days

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not very loud but is surely encouraging you to be.

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years ago

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Nsfw alphabet with Brett talbot Please

Also:

pairing: brett talbot (18+) x fem!reader

warnings: smut → nsfw alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

would be so different to how he is in bed

brett would be super gentle, loving, forgiving 👀

he would take your pain away while peppering kisses all over your body

would run you a bath or a shower

though there would be occasions where he doesn't stay the night and would have to leave pretty soon after, no matter how many attempts you try to get him to stay

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

your wrists honestly

he loves being able to tie them up, pin them to your side or above your hand, guide your hand through your wrist to his crotch

ahh would 100% love watching your hand work his cock, the way your wrist would flick up and down or twisting your hand around his cock

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

brett would love to cum in your mouth

seeing his cum spill out from the corners of your mouth and you have to swipe it off with your thumb

he would die omg

and watching you swallow!!!

even if you can't, like he wouldn't care tbh

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

omg so an anon and i talked about this actually and we think that he would so keep your panties

not in a creepy way, but more in the way of fucking in a public area and him stashing them in his pants as a sign of pride

or even going out with friends and he returns them to you in front of them lmaooo

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ah not a lot

maybe a little bit if he's had a gf before you

but if not, then no lol

though the thing about brett, is due to his heightened senses, he's able to be that extra attentive to your body and figure out very quickly what you like and don't like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

head down, ass up

ugh gets him every time

his hands would grasp at your hips, occasionally slapping your ass

also really useful when someone is home and you're having to muffle your moans into the pillow lol

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

to brett, sex is usually a game. You have to deserve to cum

and if you cum without his permission, well you can expect to be punished

i think he does like to lighten the mood during aftercare though or when trying new kinks to see if you're doing okay

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

you know, i'm going to say not really

i think he has too much pride in being able to grow hair ya know

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

brett is very focused and methodical - he knows what he's going to do, when he's going to do it, how he's going to do it

he aims to please, but he has rules with how he goes about pleasing you and what he thinks you deserve

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not really??

i think your sex life is very experimental where you both get to act out your fantasies so he doesn't feel the need to tbh

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

have also talked about this here

oop spanking

public sex - like in a restaurant bathroom or something

light bondage

light bdsm - in the sense of loving to see your body bruised after a good fuck / overstimulating you until you're crying bc it hurts so good

switch - i've mentioned before that he has too strong of a dominant persona to be a complete sub, but there will be times when he gets super turned on by you domming every once in a blue moon

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely his car

public bathrooms

i suppose anywhere you're not supposed to be lol

obviously the bedroom too lol

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you being a brat lmao

having you entirely at his mercy lmao

ohoh ohohoho having you masturbate for him when he watches and then he fucks you into oblivion or even walking in on you lmao

you wearing something really nice and he's like :o

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything you're not on board with

kinks and acting on fantasies are thing that you both need to agree on, so if you're uncomfortable with something, he won't even bother trying

(this is why communication is such an important thing!!)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

okay so im in between on whether he's a giver or a receiver

as i said before, brett aims to please

this obviously means he loves going down on you & teasing the hell out of you

but

he also loves having you go down on him

and there would be times when he orders you to suck him off (consensually of course lol)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

hard, rough and fast baby

that man could fuck you into oblivion

but there will be times where the sex isn't crazy and full of kinks lmao

other times brett can be super sweet, especially when you've had a hard day or just need something more tender and slow

he's a very understanding, particularly when it comes to sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

oooooh yeah

like i said before, one of his favourite locations would be a public bathroom or maybe even fingering you under the dinner table

these would occur more if you were acting bratty and he needed to stop your attitude

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

girl omg brett loves a good risk

when trying new things, risks are bound to happen

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh honey, rounds, lots and lots of rounds

it has never been a 2 second thing then done

like he has a lot of self-control and even if he does cum early, he's able to make it up by hours of teasing you and eating you out

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oop yeah

the usual vibrators and handcuffs

literally anything you want to try, he's down with

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh yeah omg

teasing is a must for brett

he is a teasing king

he could edge you for hours if he could, loving how much you beg and whine for him. they way you writhe underneath him, body trembling with ache bc you want to cum so badly

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i can imagine not very loud, but more vocal

like we're talking dirty talk, praising, asking you to beg, chuckling

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

sub!brett would include him whining and being super pissy that he's not in control

you would love the power switch and would always say things like, "this is what you do to me," or "not so fun when it's your turn, now is it?"

would still try and fuck you, even if he's tied up lol

he would get so frustrated when you edge him though ahah

but i think overall, he would love when you're in charge - there's nothing like a woman being the boss, especially in bed

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average and would 100% know how to use it lol

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

you know i'd day pretty high, but like i mentioned before, brett has a lot of self-control, so if you weren't in the mood, he'd never force you to do anything

plus as well, if you were in a public place and there were really no areas to go and have a sneaky fuck, he'd be able to control himself and at least wait until you got home / in the car lmao

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think brett is the type to stay awake for a long while after. he likes knowing that you're okay, even if you have fallen asleep

he knows that being a sub and experimenting with quite harsh kinks can be super taxing on you, so he's very patient in that respect

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fuckyeahkogkag · 3 years ago

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KogKag Spotlight Saturday for Feb. 19, 2022: Secret Admirer Recap!

Hello everyone! We here at @fuckyeahkogkag were so excited to see all the wonderful art and stories gifted as part of this year’s @kogkagsecretadmirer, and we thought we would take a moment to showcase the creators’ hard work in this week’s Spotlight Saturday post! So this week, we bring you a recap of the 2022 KogKag Secret Admirer event!

Below the cut is a list of all the art and stories (each in alphabetical order) with links provided; stories have ratings and current status (ongoing or complete) listed as well. If you haven’t had a chance yet, please be sure to check out all the amazing content!

If you have a story you’d like us to spotlight, please inbox us! We’re always looking for new fics to share 💌

Art:

Happy Valentine’s Day/KogKag Secret Admirer by @logicalalo

Happy V-Day/KogKag Wedding by @darlinglum

Why Do You Love Me? By @skittledoodles

Stories:

Among Wolves (M; complete) by @pointyobjects

When Kagome's village displaces the nearby Wolf Demon Clan, she offers herself to heal their leader and keep some semblance of peace between the warring communities. She's never felt at home in her small village, but maybe she can carve out a home or herself amongst the wolves.

Change (T; complete) by stargazer898/@misku-nimfa

Kouga thinks over how much everything changed after he found himself in his past.

Free to a Good Home (E; complete) by @megara09

A flier, an honest mistake, and serendipity. Sometimes the universe works in our favor.

Ghost of You (E; ongoing) by vegetasprincess/ @crystalballa

It's not that Kagome is opposed to dating anyone. It's that between long days at the hospital and just generally existing, she hasn't had time.

It's not that Kouga is either. He just wants to be left alone. Very alone. Please maintain a suitable, safe distance. (It might actually be his fault, after all.)

It's unfortunate for them both that he's kind of an asshole and she's definitely not on the right side of alive.

Alternatively: The Just like Heaven AU that no one asked for but they're absolutely getting anyway.

An Invitation to Hunt (E; ongoing) by monophobian/@nikkxb

On the cusp of burnout, Kouga takes a week-long vacation up in the mountains. His only focus is to run free as a wolf and slowly scratch the itch that had been building. The first night, he catches a scent that refuses to leave him alone, only to find that scent in the form of a female miko running a shop in town.

Which means the wolf has caught sight of the prey and he's determined to follow this hunt to the finish.

Love in Regency (E; complete) by @commandercrouton

Kagome signed up for a Regency-era Ball with her best friend Kouga agreeing to come with her. Too bad it turned out to be on Valentine's weekend and Kouga has no hope of returning her feelings.

Right?

A Royal Pain in the Ass (T; complete) by @neutronstarchild

Kagome Higurashi hates the confinement of her royal life. It is smothering, her mother and (step)father understand that, right? It’s why she was so angry when they hired a wolf demon to act as her bodyguard. Honestly, it just made the castle feel more confining. It’s why she knows all the exits from the castle. Unfortunately being good at escaping sometimes doesn’t translate into being good at blending in. And this time, the little lady was lucky that Kōga was good at his job, or she would have lost everything. Unfortunately, that did not mean they both made it out unscathed.

Shoot Your Shot (G; complete) by misstiph/@tiphanylouise

Kagome would do almost anything to catch his attention.

Too bad he doesn’t watch TV.

Zero Gravity (E; ongoing) by @fawn-eyed-girl

When Kagome wakes up from her induced sleep state aboard the S.S. Goraishi, the last thing she expects to see is Captain Kōga Kobayashi’s face, staring at her from behind the glass of her sleeping pod. Especially since…her last memories of him are of the very passionate night they spent together before she entered her sleep fugue.

And now, she’s awake, and so is he, and as they near their destination, they’re finding it hard to not pick up right where they left off.

Too bad everyone else on the ship has other ideas for how Kōga and Kagome should spend their time.

#kogkag #kouga x kagome #kogkag spotlight saturday #feb 19 2022 #kogkag secret admirer 2022

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Batfam Alphabet: J - Joker Junior (JJ)

Summary: When Dick is joined by his brother’s alter personality he struggles to complete his case work. JJ can be rather distracting especially when Dick has to keep a constant eye on him because he can’t be trusted to be on his own.

A/N: This story references to torture and self harm, nothing in graphic detail but please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable. This story is based where Tim had been kidnapped by the Joker and turned into Joker Junior.

Enjoy! :D

“Don’t. Put it back. Now.”

There’s a few beats of a silence and without looking he could tell his orders haven’t been followed. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Seconds later there’s a clanging of metal which indicates he’s been finally listened too. Dick takes a deep breath in and slowly lets it out before turning his focus back onto the task at hand.

He’s currently re-reading old case files looking for any names, locations, alibies that could possibly be linked into the current case he’s working. It’s a tedious task but it needs to be done. That being said it would be a lot easier if current company wasn’t present. It was rather distracting having to split his focus two ways so he could try and work as well as keep an eye on the kid at the same time.

This time Dick’s read no more than a paragraph when the sound of moving metal could be heard yet again.

Sighing in resignation, he shuts the file and turns around to face the rest of the cave. His eyes instantly drift over to the weapons table where his companion currently is at. The kid is frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at Dick knowing he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. It’s like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, only in this situation the cookie is a dagger rather than an edible treat.

Opposite him the kid silently blinks owlishly, it would actually be an adorable sight if it weren’t for the creepy ass grin stretching across his face. It’s the grin that reminds Dick who he’s dealing with. It isn’t Tim who is standing in front of him but rather his alternate personality, JJ.

JJ first appeared about two years ago after Tim had been captured and tortured by the Joker. The best explanation they could come up with for his appearance is that JJ is Tim’s way of detaching himself from the traumatic experience he had. JJ is the result of the horrendous torture Tim went through.

It’s certainly taken everyone some time to adjust to this development. Even now, years later, everyone is still getting used to it. Tim is here, he’s still present and is the core identity, but JJ occasionally makes an appearance especially when Tim is feeling threatened, extremely stressed or emotionally unstable.

The whole thing has been a learning curve for everyone involved. Even Tim had to learn to deal with it. At first he understandably didn’t accept what was happening but over time he seem to concede with it and even come to some sort of agreement with JJ, apparently the two identities can communicate no matter who’s in control. Tim’s tried to explain it to him in the past but it’s pretty mind boggling so Dick simply believes what Tim is saying and doesn’t ask questions.

He can’t help but feel a little disturbed by JJ’s presence, it’s an unfair feeling because it’s not JJ’s fault – or Tim’s – but being reminded of what his little brother had to endure at the hands of an insane psychotic man is unnerving. It’s like a reminder of how he didn’t protect his little brother and how he failed him by not being good enough.

He knows the others also share similar feelings. Jason simply stays away from JJ, he doesn’t even enter the same room as him. Damian is constantly on edge when JJ is present, he often carries his katana around with him when they’re near one another. Cass happens to be the one who handles JJ the best, her calm demeanour seems to bizarrely settle JJ a little. Bruce… well Bruce has similar thoughts to him of how he failed to protect Tim, but both as a father and a mentor. He’s sat down with JJ and has had a conversation with him, they seemed to come to some sort of agreement which Dick doesn’t know the details of. Alfred, god bless him, takes it all in stride as he does with everything. Everyone else is weary of him but are civil towards him as much as they can be.

“JJ, I told you to put it down. Why did you pick it back up?” Dick questions after a long drawn out silence.

JJ plays with the dagger in his hands, twisting it this way and that with skilled precision. He blinks again and lets out a giggle. “Timmy needs to be punished.”

Dick frowns at the answer. That’s not what he had been expecting. “Why does Tim need to be punished? What has he done?”

“He failed us.”

JJ says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world but Dick has no idea what he’s on about. How has Tim failed? All Dick knows is that recently Tim’s been busy with the Titan’s and how he’s been working on his Neon Knights programme.

“What happened?”

JJ doesn’t respond and continues to play with the dagger in his hands. Seeing the sharp blade being toyed with makes Dick feel tense, he knows what kind of damage can be done with a weapon like that and he doesn’t want Tim – and by extension JJ – to get hurt.

“Timmy needs to be punished!” JJ repeats agitatedly. He stops playing with the dagger and grips it in both hands, Dick couldn’t help but wince when he sees the blade dig into the skin of his palms. “When someone fails they get punished. When they are bad they get punished! Timmy has to be punished for what he did.” JJ trails off with a high pitched giggle like the idea of punishment is hilarious.

Dick runs a hand over his face, he’s not getting anywhere here. Where’s Cass when you need her? She’s usually better at dealing with this side of JJ than he is.

“You know that physically punishing Tim also means you hurting yourself, don’t you?” Dick suggests evenly, trying a different tactic. “There are other ways than physical pain to deal with these sort of things.”

Dick has an inkling he knows what this is all about but he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet.

JJ lets out an uncontrollable giggle. “Silly Big Bird, I don’t feel pain, Uncle J made sure of that. Timmy on the other hand needs to pay for what he did and physical pain is the best way to teach a lesson so he remembers not to do it again.”

As if to prove a point, that’s when a drop of blood drips from JJ’s hand and lands on the floor. JJ doesn’t even notice. Dick tries to not flinch at the sight it, he hates the idea of his little brother hurting, no matter what it is it’s always hard to witness.

“I understand that you may be frustrated JJ, but why don’t you try talking to Tim instead. Tell him how you feel about whatever it is that he did and explain why you’re upset with the situation.” Dick suggests trying to sound as reasonable as he could.

JJ violently shakes his head, he seems to be getting more riled up as the conversation continues.

“No! Talking doesn’t work! He ignores me and doesn’t listen. The mission failed and he put us in danger for no reason, we could have been killed for nothing. He needs to remember to not do that again. I’ll make sure he remembers not to.”

Dick lets out a hum in acknowledgement. Something they’ve come to notice since JJ’s appearance is how protective, and even possessive, he is of Tim. The key thing is how no one is allowed to hurt Tim in anyway whatsoever, if they do then JJ will go on a vengeful rampage against whoever was responsible for it. That includes Tim himself.

To JJ, Tim putting himself in danger is essentially Tim hurting himself and he really doesn’t like that. It’s happened a couple times in the past, so in response to Tim putting himself in danger (often during missions) JJ feels the need to punish Tim for it.

Taking a deep breath Dick stares at the kid and wonders how he should proceed. He can’t just turn around and say “no” or retaliate because JJ will only get defensive and probably go do something much worse as a result. While Dick ponders, JJ stands there opposite him still gripping the dagger tightly in his hands with a small puddle of blood forming at his feet and grins creepily at Dick. To make the scene worse JJ tilts his head to the side just a little, adding to the creepy affect even more.

Thankfully he’s saved from trying to decide what to do when another body soon joins them in the cave. Dick’s attention turns away from JJ and onto Cass who casually strolls towards them with a light bounce in her step. Dick smiles warmly at her, feeling relieved for her appearance. Then immediate guilt hits him because he really shouldn’t be thinking that, Tim is his brother and what’s happened is by no means his fault and he should try to be supportive where he can, though sometimes it can get difficult.

Cass silently comes up to them and stands next to JJ. Dick watches with amusement as JJ’s grin slowly disappears from his face and is replaced with a scowl, his eyes narrow in what he would say is a challenge as he stares at her unmoving. Cass simply raises an eyebrow, she places a hand on her side and cocks her hip while she holds out the other in silent demand.

The two stare at one another for a long time, clearly testing the other’s patience and if Dick’s being honest he has to give JJ some credit for how long he’s with standing Cass’s pointed look. However it seems like JJ can’t out last Cass because he soon drops his gaze and relaxes his grip on the dagger but doesn’t let go of it yet.

“Timmy and I just want to have some fun. Why is that wrong?” JJ pouts, actually seeming disappointed and confused for why they’re saying no to him.

Dick catches himself from saying anything at the last second. He wants to question the ‘fun’ part of punishing but thinks better of it, it’s best that he stays quiet and lets Cass handle the situation.

Still staring at JJ, Cass keeps her hand out waiting for JJ to give her the dagger. After more staring he slaps the weapon into her hand with an exaggerated huff.

“Fine.” JJ huffs with a stomp of his foot. He scowls and crosses his arms over his chest. “I guess I’ll have to find another way to punish – oops! – I mean play with Timmy.” He lets out a hysterical giggle at his own words.

Cass shakes her head and moves towards Dick. They make eyes contact and Cass sends him a soft smile, when she gets close enough with the hand not holding the bloody dagger she reaches up and cups his cheek. “Finish work and rest. I’ve got this.”

Dick places his hand over hers and sends her an appreciative look. “Thank you.”

Standing up Dick grabs the file he had abandoned earlier and makes a move to leave the desk, it’ll probably be best to head to his bedroom in the Manor where he won’t be disturbed, but when he turns around he finds JJ now over by the weapons table yet again.

“JJ!” He snaps harshly. The kid startles and looks up at Dick before a wide grin stretches across his face, he’s not even ashamed that he’s been caught with his hand hovering over another dagger. He soon retracts his hand and places them both behind his back, he sways side to side like he’s an innocent kid.

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

Dick couldn’t help but eyeroll at the blatant lie. He sends JJ a pointed look. “Behave.” JJ’s response to that was to blow him a raspberry. Sending Cass a nod he leaves the desk with his folder tucked under his arm and makes his way to the stairs.

Unfortunately it wasn’t that simple. He should have been expecting something to happen really considering that nothing is ever easy with the kid, it’s only thanks to his reflexes and instincts that he hadn’t been impaled by the dagger JJ had just been eyeing up moments ago.

The weapon is now lodged in the wall in front of him from where Dick had luckily dodged it. The situation takes a moment to process in his mind and once it does he spins back around to witness JJ giggling hysterically and a wide-eyed Cass who had a hand over her mouth in shock. She’s clearly just as caught off guard by JJ’s actions as he was. Dick takes a deep breath and steadies himself, at least it didn’t actually hit him, not that the sentiment really helps with anything.

Deciding it’s really not worth it, he continues his journey to the stairs and proceeds to climb them, but not before grabbing the dagger buried in the wall along the way. JJ is Cass’s responsibility now, one he’ll happily pass over to her.

The last thing Dick hears when he gets to the top of the stairs is JJ calling out to him in between giggles.

“Bye bye Big Bird! See you soooooon!”

#batfam alphabet #dick grayson #Tim Drake #cassandra cain #JJ #joker junior #implied torture #torture #tw: self harm #bit angsty #cass cain is the best #This is not my best work #i really struggled writing this one #I've gotten to the point where I'm done with it #here have this mess #batfam #fanfiction

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lady-literature · 4 years ago

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I rewrite Sky High

okay so, disclaimer: sky high was actually pretty damn good for it’s time and a lot of the plot twists/tropes used in it were still just starting out and not as commonplace as they are today. so 10/10 really good movie.

Also as i was writing this, it turned into half analysis of what’s already in the movie and half things I would change about the movie so,,, yeah. enjoy!

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So the point about Sky High is that and the way the school and hero society as a whole works, is that you, as the audience, are supposed to look at it and know that it’s a flawed system. We’re supposed to see it as an injustice that kids are sorted into hero or sidekick- Sorry, I mean ‘Hero Support,’ on your first day of school based on something you can’t even control.

(This movie was my hero academia-ing it up before it was cool.)

Anyway, the movie calls a lot of attention to it in the beginning, but then doesn't actually give it the resolution it deserves in the end. Which, not cool guys.

The Hero/Sidekick debacle is, on the whole, a very thinly veiled metaphor for the problems minorities face. Specifically, those of the alphabet mafia, or LGBTQ, as we’re more commonly known.

There are a lot of examples for this so I’ll speed through the big ones real quick:

Will’s nerves regarding not having attraction to girls superpowers?

The way he tries to fake having an attraction to girls superpowers to get approval from his dad?

Being literally outed in front of his whole class (by someone named Boomer no less) and then immediately trying to hide it from his parents as long as possible?

The constant references to being a ‘late bloomer’. Doesn’t it remind you of the common phrases: ‘it’s just a phase’ or ‘don’t worry. You’ll start liking [opposite gender] eventually.’ ?

The scene in the kitchen, right after Will introduces the Sidekick Squad (and yes, that is what I’ll be referring to them as for the rest of this essay tumblr post). Will is so obviously trying to gauge how his dad is going to take his friends being sidekicks and also him being a sidekick. I just, this is so blatantly a coming out scene? How does anybody not see it as that?

(also the dad talking so offhandedly about bigotry and the hatred his own father had for sidekicks??? Who else has been there?)

Will telling his dad that he doesn’t care, that he’s proud of being gay to be a sidekick is just,,, *chef’s kiss*

With all of this backing behind Will and him growing into not being ashamed of his lack of powers, My first change would be that Will does not, in fact receive his father’s super strength. It’s just such a cop out! The movie had all this amazing build up, and this brilliant metaphor it could have used and, instead, they threw it all away.

The sudden acquisition of powers and immediate acceptance by his peers, feels too close to someone being ‘fixed’. That Will wasn’t good enough the way he was and had to be better, had to be his father in order to be good enough.

So, no. Will remains powerless.

Instead of the revelation of ‘he’s strong’, we get to let the Sidekick Squad shine.

Lash and Speed still cause a fight between Warren and Will, but when Will is under the table, the sidekicks actually do something.

Will knocks the table over (not, like, lifting Warren up but something closer to pushing him off. I mean, even I could push upwards from underneath a table fast enough that if someone is standing on it, they’d lose their balance and fall to the ground) and that starts things.

The Sidekick Squad all grab forgotten lunch trays or cartons of milk or something and throw it at Warren. It isn’t long then that the whole scene devolves into a food fight (Zach, at least, does not have good aim and probably hits a bystander accidentally, drawing more people in, until the whole cafeteria is involved.) The fight turns into something more playful, but still with that bit of an undertone of trying to actually hurt each other.

Ethan melts at one point and (accidentally) causes Warren to slip and land on his back, Magenta probably punches someone (not Warren) and Zach is just mouthing off to anybody who gets close enough. Near the end, right before Principal Powers shows up, Layla finally gets the right idea and just fire extinguishes the shit out of Warren.

(Side note here: I am very much also nixing the Layla crushes on Will plotline. I love best friends to lovers just as much as the next person but… no. Let kids see boy/girl friendships!

Instead, I will be inserting a Layla/Warren love story and you can consider this the first scene on the road for that.)

Anyway, the whole Sidekick Squad plus Warren ends up in the detention room and all of them are covered in food. Right after Principal Powers leaves, the Sidekick Squad is immediately talking excitedly to each other about how cool they just were and what they did. Basically it’s very wholesome and they’re all hyping each other up and then one of them, Layla or Will, excitedly turns to Warren and goes, ‘and that thing you did with the fireballs? God! I don’t think Lash is going to have any eyebrows for a month’ and the tension between them all but drops.

Warren, of course, tries to push them away and not get involved with their ridiculousness, but the Sidekick Squad is stubborn and by the end of detention, everyone but Warren is in agreement that he’s a part of the Squad now. They will not leave him alone. They also start hanging out at the Paper Lantern all the time just to annoy/make fun of him in that loving way friends do.

(I just want Warren to be a part of the Squad guys. Will calls him his best friend at the end but what did the movie actually do to show they were friends? Nothing, that’s what. I want that fixed.)

So the cafeteria fight boosts the whole Squad’s reputation, right? People think those sidekicks are pretty cool, and they get their fifteen minutes of fame. Only… Will gets a little hooked on the feeling of being popular. He doesn’t want to be a capital-h Hero or anything! But, well… he’d be lying if he didn’t like people thinking he was cool.

The others don’t really care all that much about being cool, but Will does. He hates that he does but what is he supposed to do? He can’t change how he feels. So he starts trying to make himself more popular and sometimes tries dragging his friends into stupid schemes.

And then enter stage right, one Gwen Grayson.

I prefer Gwen being Royal Pain’s daughter, actually. A girl who would’ve had no stock in this fight but her mother, who is sickly and weak and survives mostly because her daughter takes care of her, practically brainwashes Gwen to do her bidding.

Gwen is a minion here, and also, perhaps, a victim.

At first, she follows her mom’s orders and charms Will into dating her. She also feeds into his desire to gain popularity but can’t, in this world, break him from his friends. Actually, Will brings Gwen along to the Sidekick Squad hangouts and, slowly, she becomes a part of the group too.

She starts to doubt her mother. Starts to care for Will and the Squad.

She throws the party, and the Squad is all invited (trying to break them up isn’t conducive to the Plan her mother has anyway and wouldn’t work besides) but she lures Will away to make out and… other things, and he brings her to the Sanctum for privacy just like before. She still steals the pacifier (or whatever death ray equivalent you want idk) but she and Will don’t break up at the end of the night.

It’s not actually until two days later, right before the dance is going to start, does Gwen decide she can’t stand back and let this happen anymore. She spills the whole plot and her betrayal to Will when he comes to pick her up for the dance. She’s crying and apologizing and basically expecting to be hated forever by the only people she thinks ever actually liked her.

And, well. Will is furious at her for lying but there’s more important things to deal with at the moment. They’ll talk more about this and he’ll be angry, but that’s all going to be later. Right now they have a school to save so he grabs her hand and starts running to warn the rest of their friends.

Things happen mostly as canon from that point with minor changes.

It’s Warren who pulls Layla into a kiss before they all split off into groups, telling her to kick ass and stay safe before sprinting off after Speed. There have been scenes throughout the movie where the two are very obviously getting closer and are into each other. And then, before the dance, while Gwen and Will we’re technically going as a couple, the whole Squad was going as a group.

When Warren and Layla saw each other all dolled up, it’s very cliché. Warren says she looks nice and Layla visibly gulps at his outfit of a button down and suit pants, sleeves rolled up to his elbows (because homeboy does not wear a full tux you can fight me on this).

And also, Will doesn’t fight Royal Pain by himself. Instead, Gwen is there with him and they don’t fight with super strength. Gwen’s been helping Will build an arsenal of gadgets a la Batman and the two face off against her mom together, Gwen with her powers, and Will acting as half support and half as a watered-down Batman who still needs some more training before he’s totally polished.

The school falls from the sky, but Gwen buys them time by keeping the anti gravs working through sheer force of will, while Will holds off her mom from attacking her while she’s vulnerable and concentrating. Magenta eventually kills the EMP or whatever it was, and the day is saved.

Gwen passes out, cause ~drama~ but she ends up okay so don’t worry. She’s just exhausted.

The sidekicks get their recognition and then immediately bounce because dances suck and they all agree that they should go to the Paper Lantern instead to celebrate cause they’re tired, alright? Saving the day is hard.

So it’s all of them, a little battered and bruised and exhausted, crowded into this corner booth and laughing and being kids. The camera does it’s fade to comic book page thing, and the narration is something more along the lines of:

“Royal Pain and her cronies got locked away. Gwen and I talked things out, and she’s getting help for all the stuff her mom did to her. We’re taking things slow in the meantime.

The school is undergoing a lot of changes to the curriculum and getting rid of the whole ‘hero/sidekick’ divisions. (Mostly at the urging of my parents… and Layla). Next year is going to look a lot different, I think.

But it’ll be a good different, just like we are. None of us were what we were expected to be, and, I think, we’re going to keep defying expectations. There’s a whole world out there that needs changing.

And I can’t think of a better group of friends to do it with.”

THE END

(just give me found family saves the day by being themselves rather than somebody else, give me them saving the day because they care about each other, give me them fighting for what’s right and fixing things. please i am b e g g i n g.)

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Additional nitpicks that are small but Very Important to Me

Coach Boomer is still called coach Boomer because there is no way I am missing out on the ‘okay, boomer’ jokes

Layla stays like Layla, but i’d like for the movie to stop trying to make her seem annoying for her beliefs or like she’s wrong to be so vocal about them. Her caring about things that are wrong ends up as the butt of too many jokes and i… do not like that.

Why so many dad/son scenes? Why this janky imbalance parenting dynamic between the Strongholds. Knock that shit off. I want happy functional family thank you very much

Mr Boy and the mad scientist are very obviously in a relationship

Wait, actually: mr boy, mad scientist and Boomer are al in a poly relationship and are ridiculous about it

I’d like to see more of the sidekick classes going over like, ‘the boring’ parts of the job, and teaching the kids how to deal with the aftermath of the heroes heroics, just to hammer in the fact that the system is fucked up and that it’s messed up that the heroes get all the recognition while the sidekicks are left to clean up the mess

Use actual 14 year old actors? These kids look like seniors.

Or, if you want more ‘mature’ characters make it so sky high is like,,, a finishing school or smth. Something kids 16 and over go to.

(What the fuck kind of parent thinks that their freshman child dating a senior is a good idea?? An almost adult coming onto a fourteen year old??? Are you trying to make Will’s parents (particularly the dad) seem like irresponsible assholes??)

Gwen is, at most, a year above Will in this rewrite, kay?

#my typewriter #sky high #disney #warren peace #superheroes #lgbt

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ficforce · 4 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet Extended

Joker/52 x Female Reader NSFW / Mentions of past abuse No established timeline Established relationship

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

“Uh, JJ?” Y/N watched the man practically run out of the room not even a minute after they had both finished up. Had she said or done something? Y/N pulled the blanket up to her chest after sitting up and worried that he wasn’t going to come back… This wasn’t the first time he’d done something strange after they had had sex but it was the first time he’d left; she brought her knees up and couldn’t help the tears that were threatening to spill out of her eyes. “I got water, alcohol, juice and I put the kettle on in case you want something hot, I also grabbed some snacks in case you were hungry - oh and I grabbed some body wipes too!” Joker had piled everything he had mentioned onto a tray and brought it to the side of the bed, placing everything down before then grinning at her like he had done something really innovative. The grin dropped quickly as he noticed her watery eyes and the slight quiver of her lip. The man sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into a hug, holding her tight in his slight panic, “What did I do? Did I hurt you? Did I push you?” Joker had had a shitty childhood that had followed into his young adult life, he remembered all the times he was forced to do something or it was forced on him, he remembered being left cold and in pain with no-one giving two shits; it terrified him that he might have inflicted the same kind of pain on her. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” Y/N pushed against him just enough to be able to look at his worried face, “You didn’t do anything… I definitely wanted that but it’s just… you left, right after and…” she realised now he had run out to get her food and drink, things to take care of her if she needed it. He had asked her last time about aftercare and how he wasn’t sure how to best provide it for her. She had told him that a bottle of water might be appreciated and hadn’t expected him to take it so far as snacks. “I thought you’d just left me.” “No way,” he kissed her cheeks as he squished her face a little between his hands, “Now, you want water, juice, vodka or tea?” The man was completely oblivious as to his awkward after sex etiquette.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

‘They’re like stilts.” Joker chuckled as she poked at his leg, “I like being taller than everyone else.” He likes his legs; he liked that he could move ridiculously fast, that he was flexible and able to kick someone in the face without having to get too close. “You love it when I lean over you like a big creep.” “That’s because I love creeps, apparently.” Y/N grabbed the collar of his top and pulled him down for a kiss, “What do you love about me? Physically?” “Hmm,” Joker gave it a little thought, straightening back up and lighting another cigarette, “Physically… that’s a tricky one. What do I love about my queen of hearts?” He liked everything, it was hard to pick just one thing; he turned his grin on her all of a sudden and smacked her backside, “I like your ass.”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Running his fingertips through the cum leaking out of his lover, Joker slowly pushed it back inside her entrance, gently fingering her and relishing in the wet, warm feeling of her freshly fucked hole. “T-thats gross…” Y/N blushed and looked away from his fascinated expression. “I think it’s pretty.” He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, “We’re all mixed together, impossible to separate.” Only he could make something like this sound almost romantic.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Y/N watched as Joker played with his deck of cards, shuffling them more expertly than any dealer in the big casinos, he then began to hum as he set out a game of solitaire. Sometimes he snuck into her apartment just to be there with her; it wasn’t always a booty call. There was something she noticed when he opened a brand new pack of cards though, something she wasn’t sure he was entirely conscious of doing. The long haired man would always pull out and burn one of the cards to ash before replacing it with the joker card. Last time Y/N had mentioned it he had packed everything up and told her he had business to attend to before leaving.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

“What’s this thing?” Y/N looked over at him from where she was putting away her clothes, her cheeks became a little warm as she saw he was playing with a vibrating cock ring. “It goes at the base of your dick… makes you last longer and the vibration gives me a little something when you push all the way in.” Joker snorted at it and tossed it back in the draw. He was sat cross legged on her bed in nothing but a towel and hair turban to keep him from getting the pillows damp; of course he had to snoop around in her bedside table whilst she was busy. “Why would someone need to last longer, you’d get sore, right? And why the hell aren’t they paying attention to your clit personally?’ He made little circular motions with his thumbs, “That’s just lazy, Y/N.” She often wondered how someone so tall and sexy could be so inexperienced, sure, he was a little odd but women should have been throwing themselves at him. “I’ll show you later, okay.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Joker liked all kinds of positions, he especially liked when Y/N was on top. So when she suggested reverse cowgirl he was curious and eagerly agreed to trying it out. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like any position where he couldn’t see her face; it made him uncomfortable and it didn’t feel as good as he knew it should. His hands fell onto her hips and applied a little pressure to slow her down to a stop, “T-turn back around.” He panted out and when she did as he asked, Joker felt better, he thrust up into her more eagerly than before and his purple eye watched her expressions as they headed toward orgasm. Afterwards, as they lay in a heap of sweaty limbs, Y/N kissed his jaw and asked him if it was the angle he hadn’t liked, he shook his head and told her that it just felt better if he knew she was enjoying it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

“JJ, stop messing around with that and get over here.” She had told him he could pick one toy for them to try out from her collection but so far he was just playing with everything. He was taking particular joy in trying to secure a strap on to his head. “Look, Y/N, I’m an actual dickhead now!” He heard her groan at his joke but he definitely heard a giggle too, “Or ‘fuckface’… I heard you call someone that the other day.” Joker liked to make her laugh, he found it put him at ease before they had sex; somehow he was still nervous he was going to make her hate him or that he would somehow hurt her.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Her fingers felt soothing as they ran through his long hair, she had practically begged him to let her practice a french braid on him and he didn’t actually mind it. Y/N had always liked playing with his hair - even before they became a proper couple. “How do you get it so soft?” She asked as she brushed it out to start her braid again, “You never have any split ends either.” He really did take good care of it, it wasn’t something she ever expected from him but she couldn’t deny how much attention he paid to his hair - even his pubic hair was kept trimmed and oddly perfect. He glanced over her shoulder at her and gave a soft smile, “I wasn’t allowed long hair when I was younger, so I like to keep it nice.”

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Something had upset him, something had happened and Y/N hadn’t really known what to do when she found him huddled up in the corner of her bedroom. He was always good at sneaking in but this was the first time she had ever woken up and found him hiding in the dark rather than invading her bed. “JJ?” She called out her pet name for him as she got out of bed and padded over to him, kneeling between his outstretched legs before reaching out to touch his face. He flinched. “Joker, what’s wrong?” She tried again to touch him and this time he allowed her to rest her hands on his cheeks. Y/N checked him over, he didn’t seem to be hurt in anyway, he was just… not quite right. “Can I take off your hat?” He gave a nod and she removed the item quickly, her fingers ran over his hair to neaten it out a little and then she asked if she could take off his eyepatch. This time he shook his head no. “Okay, will you come to bed? We can cuddle…” It hadn’t been hard to figure out, once she had seen all the evidence, that Joker had had bad experiences with people - that someone had likely abused him in his past. One of her biggest clues had been the way he never got too rough with her, how he always had to be able to see her face. Joker cherished her when they were together, he always made sure she knew that he wanted her to feel good and loved. It was moments like this, when he was emotionally bare and vulnerable that she felt most intimate with him, that he let her in and trusted her not to hurt him. “I’ll be big spoon, okay, JJ?” Taking his hand she coaxed him toward the bed and wrapped herself around his tall frame; trying her best to make him feel safe.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The first time Joker masturbated he had been a little scared that he was going to be struck by lightning. He may have been raised an assassin but they were still a religious order that frowned upon that kind of thing… unless you were some sort of twisted pervert. At first he had ignored the feeling, not wanting to touch himself because he didn’t want to feel sick afterwards; sex had always made him feel disgusting before. But as his vision blurred white and his muscles spasmed, his fist moving on its own along his length as he milked every last drop out of it, he felt weightless afterward. The tension melted out of his body and he wanted to take a nap. He didn’t feel bad, he didn’t feel disgusting - he felt good. He doesn’t masturbate half as much now that he had Y/N. His right arm didn’t ache as much either…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

“Is this okay?” Y/N asked as she straddled the backs of his thighs and placed her hands on his back. She had set up a large mirror at the end of the bed for this and she hoped it would work for Joker. She had wanted to give him a massage for the longest time but he could never really relax because he disliked having people behind him, touching his bare skin. She figured that if he could see what she was doing in the mirror it might help him. Joker hugged the pillow under his chin and watched her reflection intently, she pulled out a bottle of oil and began warming it in her hands, “I’d like it more if you were naked too.” He saw her look back at his reflection and rolled her eyes, “Maybe in a little while then.” Feeling her slick hands stroke over his bare back made the man let out a low moan; he loved being touched. Stroked, pet, cuddled, caressed - it didn’t matter as long as it was a positive touch. His kink wasn’t being choked or hit or even just tied up. His kink was being treated sweetly by his lover.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

“Excuse me, ma’am.” The shop assistant sounded a little panicked from outside the changing room door. “Ma’am, you… you can’t have your boyfriend in there with you. I’m sorry but please stop having -‘relations’.” Y/N glared at Joker as he held in his laughter, she had told him to get out the second he had materialised in her changing room but he had said he wanted to play. “Anywhere isn’t an acceptable location for this kind of thing, Joker!”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It didn’t take much to turn her boyfriend on, sometimes just looking in his general direction was enough motivation for him to pull her into long, lovely kisses and feel his hands sneaking under her clothes to caress her body. So as she finished paying for her new lingerie and took the bag from the cashier, she had to wonder how he was going to react to her intentionally teasing him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Going through her sex toys seemed to be one of his favourite hobbies, mostly because it would make her stutter and feel flushed. This time Joker held up a pretty chain with a clamp either end, “Those are nipple clamps, JJ.” “They look like they hurt…” He tossed them aside in distain then found a pair of handcuffs next, “Why… would you intentionally want to be hurt?” Joker put those back too, his expression unhappy. Y/N came to sit down beside him, “Sometimes a little pain feels good-“ “Sex and pain shouldn’t go together. I’m never going to use any of this shit on you.” She gave a little shrug, embarrassed that he didn’t approve of her little kinks but understanding all the same, “And that’s okay… I’ll never mix the two together when I’m with you. I promise I’d never try to hurt you.”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

His hands gripped her shoulders a little too hard and Joker quickly moved them to the edge of the kitchen counter behind him so he wouldn’t bruise her. Her mouth was so warm and the way she was sucking him felt so good that his legs were starting to shake. As much as he loved having his mouth on her and his tongue inside - this was always his favourite treat. It took all his willpower not to thrust into Y/N’s mouth; one look down and he felt his balls tighten at the way her lips stretched around him and how damn pretty she looked like this. “I-I’m gonna… Fuck, Y/N, I’m - !!” P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The headboard of her bed thumped rhythmically against the wall as Joker plowed into her, his hands holding her thighs up and open so that he could go deeper. “J-Jo-ker! Ah, I… P-please!” He felt her walls tightening around him, heard how wet she was and knew she wouldn’t last much longer. The man slowed his pace, still filling her to the very hilt but almost dragging out how quickly he pulled out to the tip and then dived in deep again. Unable to process the mixture of slow and fast, hard and gentle, Y/N’s body began to shake and tremble, her eyes squeezing shut as his name filled the room loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

The endearing problem with her odd boyfriend, other than not knowing where he came from or even where he would come from next, was that he was able to go - sexually - at a moments notice. He loved a quickie, he loved it slow, sideways and once he had loved it upside down. Y/N had taken to carrying extra underwear with her just in case.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Y/N loved Joker, she adored him and she knew he cared about her deeply too… she just wished he would try new things with her that were not so safe. She liked a little breathplay every now and then but Joker wouldn’t risk choking her. He was a strong man and he knew he could get carried away. Then again, she thought as she looked at how high they were on the roof of a skyscraper, he liked to have sex in some pretty scary places.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

“I… actually can’t…” Y/N rolled onto her side panting heavily, everything ached a good way, the sheets were wet under her and every time Joked touched her she felt her body spasm. She was over sensitive and even though she knew he could make her orgasm again - she ws certain she would probably die. “I need a break.” “Okay, then we can go for round six?”

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Joker loved toys. His favourite thing was to go through hers and then try them out if they interested him enough. There were many times he would bring new ones home for Y/N and then look at her with an excited purple eye. Y/N looked at the new toy he had brought home and blinked, “Is that a fucking tentacle dildo?!”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sometimes Joker wasn’t aware that he was actually teasing her, he just liked to touch her. Y/N bit her bottom lip as his thumb brushed over her clothed nipple again, it was hard and aching from his absent minded touch - she had no doubt he was only messing with her nipple because it was erect. It was the same for his other touch on her body. His other hand was on her inner thigh, his fingers tracing up and down the seam of her bottoms. “You’re driving me crazy!” “I haven’t even done anything?” Joker let out a surprised yelp as Y/N pinned him down to the sofa and climbed on top of him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

“I’m calling the police!” Y/N hid her face in Joker’s neck as they listened to her neighbour yell through the wall - they were kind of loud on a regular basis. “I could go and have a word with him?” “Don’t you dare, Joker! We’re already in trouble because you did the…. Thing!” He grinned and blew a few heart shaped smoke rings for her, “You love it when I do the Thing.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The bouquet of flowers she found on her table when she got home were a wonderful surprise. She noticed they were mostly purple with her favourite colour splashed in here and there; she didn’t need a note to know Joker had left them for her. Putting her bag down and kicking off her shoes Y/N picked up the flowers and smelled them, appreciating the gesture more than the aroma. Looking around the small apartment for him she realised that she must have just missed him… or he was hiding. Joker was surprisingly shy when it came to romantic gestures. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) The first time she saw him naked, Y/N had been a little intimidated because, like most things about him, his cock was long. There was no way all of him would fit inside her without tickling her tonsils. Trying to calm her nerves she had turned her gaze onto his body, ran her hands over his lean muscles and pressed kisses to the scars she found. “One day, you’ll share your story with me, JJ.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

“Are you done?” Joker asked as he hovered over Licht, the young man was testing some new formula and he had said he needed Joker’s help. Watching the vial turn a different colour the scientist smirked to himself, “Have you got a date?” “I’m just horny. I miss Y/N and you’re being so boring!” He knew he had a problem, he knew he probably had too much sex but who could blame him when he had such a wonderful woman waiting for him?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His head rested on Y/N’s shoulder as they lay in bed; he couldn’t sleep and she was trying to help soothe him to sleep. She massaged his scalp between running her fingers through his hair and she had even tried making him a hot drink. Sometimes he couldn’t sleep, even after the euphoric release of a good orgasm to melt his troubles away. Feeling her hand brush over one of his scars Joker let out a sign, “Remember when you said one day I’d share my story?” Her hands paused for a second, the weight of his words causing her breath to stutter, “…Yes.” “Would you still love me, even if I wasn’t a good man?” “No matter what you were in the past,” She kissed the side of his head, “You’re my Joker and I’ll love you for who you are now.”

#joker/52 #reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai #alphabet

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derryqueenx · 3 years ago

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For the prompt thing - passing out, with Vince having an eating disorder? Only if you’re comfy writing that tho, otherwise just however you’d interpret it

Passing Out.

Word Count: 2383

TW: Mentions of Eating Disorders.

Disclaimer: I played around with keeping Vince and Howard as they were in S3 cause I usually keep them very light hearted and loving and we all know S3 they are NOT like that at all haha. So if Howard seems a little harsh at the start… Soz.

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“Vince, are you even listening to me?” Howard’s voice echoed into his subconscious, pulling Vince back into reality, unawares he had even drifted off to begin with.

“Huh?” He asks dumbly, looking up at Howard from where he rested on the store counter, elbow propped up with his head in his hands to keep himself upright. Since he woke up this morning he’d just been feeling drained. Exhausted. Like he didn’t have a single energetic beam left in his body to even blink.

Howard just rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh of annoyance. “Would it kill you to at least pretend to be paying attention? I’m showing some very important stuff!”

Vince glanced down at the stocktaking paper that Howard was waving about in his hand, supposedly the new system he had come up with that would assist with his idea to organize everything into alphabetical order, then back at Howard with an unamused and blank expression. “Stocktaking?” He questioned, not meaning it to sound rude or impassive, but purely because his brain just genuinely wasn’t able to process simple understandings today it seemed.

“Yes, stocktaking! You may think you’re better than this, but you do still work here, alright? Until that magical eagle comes and swoops you up to take you away to Rock n Roll Fantasy Island, then you have to listen to me when we’re at work. That includes with stocktaking.” Howard spat, his anger increasing as his rambled on. On any other given day, Vince would have had some sort of sarcastic and insulting comeback fired up and ready to throw back, but not today. His brain was foggy and was still partially processing everything that Howard had even said before it was able to register he should be arguing back.

But he just didn’t have the energy.

This simple interaction was the most movement he’d done all day besides walking down the stairs, and it was already starting to take its toll. His head felt heavier where it lay in his hand, and the sounds of the outside started to become distorted and fuzzy. He could feel himself starting to heat up and shiver at the same time as he took in a deep breathe to try and assist himself in calming down, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate on his breath.

“Vince?” Howard’s voice came in again, and Vince really did not need another lecture from him right now.

“Just give me a moment, yeah?” He mumbled out, teeth clenched in fear that even moving his jaw would set him off. By this point his ears had started ringing loudly making it the only noise he could take in and comprehend, everything else starting to sound distant and echoing.

He heard Howard scoff. “What? Have another late night did you? God Vince, you can be so irresponsible sometimes, you know that? Going out and getting wasted on a work night! At least have the decency to wait until the weekend so you’re not a pain in my ass all day.”

Vince dropped his head into both hands by now, trying to stay grounded as he could feel the energy in his system start to fade, starting from his head and travelling all the way down his body. He blocked Howard out, trying not to focus too much on him in fear even the concentration would be too much strain on his clearly fighting organs, but it was pretty hard to do that with Howard shouting in his ear about irrelevant things right now. “Shut up..” A murmur being all he could do. He hadn’t felt like this in years, but he didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what it meant and there was no way in hell he was going to drop right here and now. If he could just concentrate on it enough maybe he could-

“Don’t tell me to shut up just because I’m finally calling you out on your bullshit!”

“Howard- I’m serious…” Maybe he could make it up the stairs in time? He was a ticking time bomb, he knew that now by the sensations and numbness he was starting to feel, but he could still at least make it to the bedroom before it happened. Close the door and lock Howard out until everything was fine. Howard would never know.. He could avoid that entire conversation.

Vince took in a deep breath, opting to not waste whatever precious time he had left as he pushed himself off the counter, turning on his heels, stairway in sight – all he had to do was put one foot in front of the other a few times and the crisis would be averted.

He took one step and realized this was a horrible idea.

“Howard, I think I’m gonna-” He whispered, trying to give as much warning as he could before he drifted off, the ringing in his ears taking over every other sense he had left as the world around him faded out to black.

…

“I think he’s waking up?”

“Don’t crowd him!”

“Vince need water.”

“Vince, can you hear me?”

“He’s looking a bit thin, aint he?”

“Bollo break Vince easy.”

“Get out of here you ballbags! He needs space.. Shoo!”

Vince slowly came to, the sounds around him coming closer until they weren’t so fuzzy anymore. It didn’t take him long to realize what had happened, and in that very moment Vince wished he hadn’t woken up at all. Because waking up means a lecture from Howard about something he very clearly would have clued in on by now and Vince just wanted to stay in that peaceful oblivion he was just previously floating in and avoid all confrontation and upcoming drama.

“Vince? I know you’re awake.”

Vince groaned. He was laying pretty uncomfortably, he wouldn’t have been able to keep up the ruse for long anyway. “Sleeping.” He whined, at least maybe he could delay the inevitable? Or distract from it?

“Sleeping on the wooden floor and getting dust all over your woolen shirt, huh?”

That got his attention. His eyes shot open, seemingly full of life once more as he attempted to sit up and stop his outfit from being ruined, but as soon as he made the smallest of movement, that previously disappeared headache came back in full swing, sending him back down with another loud groan of pain.

“Hmm, that’s what I thought. You’re not on the floor don’t worry, I moved you to your bed…”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself at least.” Vince said sarcastically as he rubbed his temple.

“Oh yes, I’m having a great time thank you very much. It’s such a blast when my best friend suddenly passes out and I have to carry his, surprisingly very slim body, up the stairs in a panic.” There it was. The start of what was sure to be another exclusive ‘Vince-Only’ Howard speech.

“No one asked you to.” He spat, wishing this entire conversation to just be over so he could go about his day in peace.

“And what? I just leave you on the floor? Do you honestly think I would do that?”

Vince just huffed. “Look, just say what you want to say and let’s get this over with.” He rolled his eyes.

There was a pause. “You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”

Vince was tired of these riddles. “Doing what, Howard? I’m not a mind reader you know?”

“You’re starving yourself.” Howard’s voice shifted, going from the anger and sarcasm it held only seconds ago to a much softer, gentle approach with a lace of disappointment for good measure. Just what Vince needed.

“Well done Captain Obvious, right on the money again! Would you like a prize?” Vince spat out, unable to help himself from the embarrassment and shame he was feeling right now. They’d done this dance before, Vince already knew the next step and how it would end.

Howard, however, didn’t bite back. He just stared at Vince with soft eyes, lips thinning together as he thought his next move. “Why? Why did you start again?”

“Same reason it always is, isn’t it? I’m too shallow, I care too much about my looks and fitting into my outfits more than my own health, blah blah blah. I’ve heard this speech before, yeah? Just tell me I’m an idiot like you always do so we can move on.”

Another pause, a bit longer this time, making Vince shift uncomfortably. “You’re not an idiot, Vince. You’re hurting, but you’re not an idiot.”

Somehow, that was even worse than being insulted. Howard was pitying him? No, Howard doesn’t pity Vince. There’s nothing about Vince to pity, let alone from Howard! “Oh, are you a shrink now, hey? Tell me Doctor, what’s my diagnosis?” He sneered, face heating up as it tinted with a shade of red. He couldn’t handle being pitied. Being pitied meant something was wrong, and nothing is ever wrong with Vince. He’s perfect, he’s the Sunshine Kid! Bad things don’t happen to Sunshine people. So Vince fought back, digging deep down to bring out the old faithful’s that had triggered Howard in the past to fight back with him. If they fought, all of this would be forgotten and they’ll move on. Howard will be angry which is fine, Vince can deal with that, but he can’t deal with someone feeling sorryfor him.

And yet, Howard didn’t budge. “Well, seeing as we don’t have any gigs coming up and the Velvet Onion is shutting down for maintenance in a week, I don’t think you’re doing this to look good for a certain outfit.” He began. “And considering you have just as much luck with the ladies as I do, I don’t think it’s for a girl either.” Vince opened his mouth to snarl back something sarcastic again, but Howard continued, cutting him off. “But, now I’m thinking about it, I do recall you turning down pizza night after you came back from meeting with Leroy 3 weeks ago, and since then you’ve found any excuse to either not eat or not be home when we are usually eating, so if I had to guess I would say that Leroy said something to you that you took to heart, and you’ve been beating yourself up about it ever since, and considering that I do personally know Leroy and how much of a twat he is I would say that my guess wouldn’t be too far off the mark. How am I doing so far?” Howard cocked his head smugly, staring down Vince with intent as Vince stared back at him baffled and speechless.

Howard had never been this straightforward with him before. He was always too scared to come at Vince with facts in fear that Vince will retaliate with something hurtful, which to be fair he was doing and probably would have done if he wasn’t so much in shock, and yet Howard was doing the exact opposite tonight. Vince opened his mouth, letting only a small sound escape his lips as he went to shout back, but nothing came out. For the first time in their entire friendship Howard had left Vince with nothing to say.

He bit down into the inside of his lip nervously, feeling exposed and, more frighteningly,seen. No one had ever been able to break down his thought process so blatantly like that before. Sure, he was a pretty open book when it came to most things, but his emotions were something he held dear to himself. No one was ever able to completely understand Vince Noir..

Except Howard Moon.

“He told me my hips were too big for the newest latex trend.” Vince spat out. “Latex will show everything – every bump or roll. If I can’t rock Latex I’ll be out of the fashion circle, Howard.” The words were spilling out of him before he ever meant to say them, but now that he’d started he couldn’t stop. “I can’t miss out on this trend or it’ll take me forever to catch up! If I don’t have fashion, I’ve got nothing..” This was the first time Vince had ever opened himself up like this to someone and it felt… relieving. He knew Howard didn’t have the same opinions as him on these things but that made it even better in a way? Howard was just listening. He had no ulterior motive or contradicting opinion. He was just a neutral party that Vince could let it all out to.

Howard took in a breath. “Vince, I’m not an expert or a doctor or a shrink or any of those things, but I am your friend that genuinely cares about you and your wellbeing, alright?” Vince nodded. “I don’t agree with your method of handling it, and I don’t think you do either…” He drifted off, leaving the statement hanging in the air for Vince to refute against, but the smaller man didn’t, he simply looked down at the blanket briefly in shame before back at Howard, allowing the other man to continue. “Now, I know these things need more care then a simple ‘you need to stop’ pep talk so I won’t bother with that again, but you do need to let me help you. Let me show you a different perspective then the toxic one you get from your so-called ‘friends’, because real friends wouldn’t just stand by and watch you slowly fade away to nothing.” Vince couldn’t take his eyes off Howard as the other man spoke to him. His bottom lip was trembling and his throat was starting to burn from the tears he was holding back because he couldn’t fall apart anymore than he already had.

“But, without my fashion, then I’m just-“ He started.

“Vince.” Howard answered for him. “You’re still Vince Noir, and screw what anyone else says, that’s all you’ll ever need to be.”

Vince was starting to fight a losing battle with these tears he was holding back as he felt a single warm streak slide down his cheek, but whether he noticed it or not, Howard didn’t comment on it, he never broke his gaze with Vince.

“Because you’re already perfect just the way you are.”

Thank you for the prompt anon!! This one's a little shorter, but I hope it's still okay!!

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