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control …

— [ nsfw ] kissing, dry humping, first kiss + they’re both virgins

— wc :: 1.2k

caleb likes to think he’s in control of everything that happens around him. he’s always been pretty good at controlling his emotions and schooling his expressions and he tries not to overreact.


that’s the problem with her, she throws him off balance in the best and worst ways and it leaves him feeling so unsettled.

the thing about college, it’s supposed to be the best years of your life and he doesn’t know if he agrees or disagrees with that. if he really thinks about it, it’s bullshit but he knows why he feels that way.

he keeps himself composed most days, he has no reason to act out of character but this is something new to him.

caleb wasn’t naive enough to think this would never happen, he just always thought he’d be able to handle it well but he cannot. his hands feel clammy and his hot around his neck. is this even normal? he doesn’t fucking know.

he wants to lie and say he’s completely normal about her having other guy friends but he’s definitely not. his skin crawls whenever they touch her shoulder, grab at her wrists even if it’s completely platonic and innocent.


he especially hates when they lean in to close to talk to her when they’re at a party and the music is too loud. those are the nights caleb avoids alcohol like it personally offended him.

he cannot trust himself to be sober in these situations, he doesn’t want to imagine what he’d do with his evol even if the thought sends a thrill through him. he knows he has a problem, he’s just not going to deal with it.

not in a healthy way at least.

“caleb?”

he snaps out his thoughts, smiling down at where she’s laying on the floor in his dorm room. she’s supposed to be studying but she’s distracted and he shouldn’t enable her but he always does. she’s just too pretty, she has a face you cannot say no to and you’d be insane to disagree.


he’d like someone to disagree, that would be a fun day for him and a very unfortunate one for them.

“i’m listening” he lies. if he had been, he would’ve heard what she asked him and understand why she’s being all shy right now.

“wait.. what?” he sits up, looking at her properly. he definitely has a problem if he’s thinking about her so much and she’s right next to him.

“.. it’s stupid” she frowns

“it’s not” he reassures. he means it sincerely because he is willing to do whatever she wants. he hopes she doesn’t know that.

“i just .. i haven’t had my first kiss yet and i know some people think it’s a big deal and maybe it is but how will i know?” she looks up at him and she looks so upset by this so he tries not to panic.


was she seeing someone? did she like someone and that’s why she was thinking about kissing?

caleb could tell her it’s too early to worry about that and maybe she could just focus on college but that would be selfish of him. so selfish.

“i could teach you” he says and it’s out before his brain can even process any of that shit but it’s too late now because her eyes widen and she sits up so fast.

“what?” she asks because even he can’t believe what he just said.

“i just mean if you’re that curious” he smiles, playing it cool.

“you’d do that for me?” she stands now, moving to sit on his bed right in front of him and he will kill his roommate if the fucker comes back now.

“you know i would” he shrugs like it’s nothing even though his heart his beating so fast.

and that’s the thing about control, he always believed he was in control of everything in his life but the moment their lips touch, he feels his entire world shift and he doesn’t know if he’s breathing but she trusts him.

he has his hands on the side of her face before he can stop himself and she gasps softly into the kiss that he can’t help but lightly bite her bottom lip. she likes that, or so it seems because she doesn’t push him away.

her lips taste like the peach flavoured lipgloss she likes to wear and her skin is soft beneath his fingertips.

“is this okay?” he asks, running his thumb across her lower lip. she’s so beautiful, it hurts.

“yes…” she nods, “… can we do more?”

“more?” he tries not to show how excited that makes him.

“with tongue” she whispers

he doesn’t need to be told twice and her moan makes it hard to focus on anything other than her lips against his and how hard he suddenly is.

he slips his tongue into her mouth and she learns pretty quickly, he hasn’t even kissed anyone either but he’s seen enough videos and he’s always been a pretty fast learner himself and he would be damned if she had this experience with anyone that wasn’t him.

she moves closer, her arms around his neck and he can’t pull her onto his lap. if he’s being honest, he’s been hard since she said yes to the kiss but he would never want to overwhelm her. her first kiss is special because it’s them, he wouldn’t rush this.


that is something he can control.

“does that feel good?” he asks because her comfort is the most important thing to him.

“yes” she sounds less shy now, more like herself and she’s smiling so sweetly he can’t help but lean back in and this time she takes the lead and he likes how she lightly pulls at his hair. he didn’t know he’d be into that but he’s learning a lot about himself since being in college.

she climbs onto his lap on her own and if she feels how hard he is, she doesn’t comment on it which he appreciates. she’s always been considerate and just so perfect he thinks he might combust.

“put your hands .. on my waist” she tells him and he nods, as if he’s in some sort of trance now.

he’s not embarrassed about the grinding or the fact that he cums in his pants 10 minutes later. he’s still a fucking virgin and she doesn’t seem to care because she moans loud enough for him that he knows everyone down the hall heard her and only a small part of him hates that, he knows when he’s alone he’s going to be pissed that they heard how pretty she sounds but right now he wants to keep kissing her.

[brawberryz]

Goodbye World

BatFam Yan! × Neglected Magic Girl! Reader 《Platonic!》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

Pt: 2

"(NAME), PLEASE DON'T GO!"

the girl screamed trying to stop her, this couldn't be happening, this shouldn't have happened, I was supposed to have more time but your transformation accelerated

"I'm sorry, ######, but there's no time left... sorry"

"Please (Name)!, don't go..."

The girl felt tears falling from her face, she was supposed to save you but she made the same mistake again...

"Goodbye"

You gave her one last smile before falling to the ground and your body began to deform

"(NAMEE)!"

The girl screamed for the last time before your vision went dark, there was no more pain or suffering, you felt like your body was deformed but you couldn't feel or do anything it was like you only had your conscience left

The original (name) had disappeared forever, and there was nothing else to do

Or well, maybe there was something they could do

_

Bruce was sitting in front of the batcomputer trying to find any trace of you, but there was nothing, not even a trace, it was like you had vanished in the wind

He felt too bad since your last interaction with you, if he had known what would happen he would never have let you go from that hug

But it's just "would have" it was too late to regret but he could still fix things, he would find you and take you home with everyone else and finally have the family you always dreamed of

"We found nothing, not a single clue"

Richard entered the batcave feeling defeated Again, he went out with the whole family to look for some clue but there was nothing, they even tried to see if some villain had you kidnapped but there was no one who knew about you

"This is shit"

Jason said angrily while leaning against a wall, as much as he didn't want to admit it in a way it was his fault he always treated you badly and insulted you

You had too many reasons to leave the mansion and hate all of them, but if he was honest he hated the feeling that you had left, you are supposed to be a family and you should stay together

Wherever you are they will find you and when they do they will never let you escape from their hands again

"And Tim?"

Bruce asked without taking his eyes off the Batcomputer, he hated feeling like he couldn't be in control, not having control over you, like he always had

"He decided to stay a little longer to patrol and see if he found something"

Jason said putting his hands in his jacket pockets, wherever you are he just hoped you were okay although knowing how Gotham is, it would be a miracle if you were okay without a single scratch

"I'm leaving here"

Damian spoke as he walked angrily out of the batcave, a part of him was angry with you and with himself, he was angry with you because you abandoned him without even saying goodbye or giving him reasons, you decided to hide and not tell anyone

He hated having things hidden from him, and at the same time he was angry with himself for how he treated you in the past, but he had changed he swears! When you get back to the mansion she'll be the best sister you've ever seen

"Damian, wait-"

Richard tries to stop him but Damian just pushes him out of his way before yelling at him

"SHUT UP, I don't plan on staying here even a minute longer.(Name) is lost somewhere in this stupid city and all we do is stay here like idiots"

Damian said angrily as he quickly left the batcave

Richard just sighed, when Damian had something in mind there was nothing that would stop him from reaching it, not even his own family

_

Damian walked angrily down the hallway of the mansion cursing under his breath

He continued walking until a door caught his attention, it was half open and he could barely see the small light coming out

Curious, he decided to open it, he was surprised when he realized it was your room...

It was small but still well decorated, it bothered him a little that your room was so far away from the others

He didn't want to invade your privacy (if he wanted to) but the curiosity about your things was too great, he began looking in your drawers but only found unfinished crafts or clothes

It seemed strange to him that all your clothes were still in their place, if the theory that you ran away was true you should have brought some clothes, but everything was completely in order

As he continued looking he found a photo album, it seemed old since it had some dust

He removed the dust that it had and decided to open it, there was almost nothing interesting just photos of you, some from when you were little and others from your birthdays

But there was one that caught his attention, you were in a park with a girl, it seemed to him It was strange that you had left since you never left the mansion

He was also very bothered by the approach that girl had with (name), who did she think she was to touch her sister like that?

But if he was honest, in that photo you really looked happy...

You didn't have that forced happiness like in all the photos, in this one it was seen that you really felt happy with that strange girl

He put aside the album and went back to searching through your things to see if he could find something else

Some of your drawers were full of board games full of dust, he remembered that once you asked him to play one with you but he simply ignored you and said that you had time for children's games

A soft voice took him out of his thoughts

"What are you doing in (name)'s room?"

Cassadran asked, looking at Damian with doubt. She thought it was strange that he was in your room since she thought she was the only one besides Alfred who knew your room.

"Something that doesn't matter to you."

Damian answered abruptly as he continued searching through your drawers.

"You seem too worried about her to be going through her things without permission."

Cassadran spoke again. She thought it was strange that none of the family members were around the house, but she didn't pay much attention and decided to go to your room to greet you. But she was surprised when she found Damian searching through your things.

"So what? It doesn't matter now that (name) is missing. I don't think it will bother her. Besides, it's for research purposes."

Damian was getting tired of Cass's insistence, because out of nowhere he is so worried about his privacy. Were you two close?

"Missing?"

Cassadran repeated in surprise, that answer hit Cass hard, she never imagined it would really happen, were you able to leave the mansion? Although if she was honest you had reasons to leave this fucking place

"Yes, my sister is missing and apparently I'm the only one who cares about her and tries to find some clue, so go away you're just bothering me"

Damian let out a snort of annoyance before resuming his search through your things

"She's your sister now?"

That answer took Damian by surprise, what the hell was she referring to

"What..."

"She's your sister now?" Cass repeated again before speaking again "you always left her aside, well, everyone left them aside and I include myself but it seems hypocritical to me that you want to blame others when you are also guilty, you always look to blame others for your problems because you are an egocentric and selfish person who only thinks about himself, you don't care about her you just want to have a reason not to feel bad about yourself"

Those words left Damian speechless, he hated to admit it but she was right although he would never admit it out loud

He simply looked away and focused on continuing to search pretending as if Cassandra's words hadn't mattered to him

Cass turned around and left the room before giving Damian one last look

Deep down she hoped you were okay wherever you were, but if you were truly lost she was going to do whatever it took to find you, she wasn't going to allow herself to lose another important thing for her, not anymore

_

Tim was jumping from building to building trying to find some clue about you, but there was nothing. He had been investigating criminals, villains or gangs all night but no one knew anything about you.

At this point the guilt was drowning him, he felt like the worst brother in the world. How could he forget someone so important?

Most likely you are now in some dangerous place, alone and scared thinking that no one will go looking for you because you are not important enough for them.

But he will do everything possible to find you, I promise.

He decided to stop at the top of a tall building so he could rest. He felt the worst. He had been patrolling all over Gotham for more than 4 hours but had found nothing. At this point he felt like he would never find you. No...no, if he found you he should not lose hope. You were somewhere in this place...he just had to find out where.

He felt something fast approaching him. Before he could react correctly and dodge it, a supernatural force ended up throwing him against the fire escape of another building.

Shit... that hurt, he was sure he broke his back or some rib, that thing that pushed him had too much force, it was clear that it was not a criminal or villain, they were too fast and strong to be one

But before he could get up he saw how a black mass with a strange figure approached quickly

It was easily the size of a damn bus or bigger, whatever it was was not human, that black mass reminded him too much of someone, he felt that he knew that figure from somewhere

But before he could think that large figure ended up hitting him again

It seemed as if that thing had something personal with him like some kind of hatred or resentment

Tim tried with all his strength to recover from that last blow, he had to warn the others about this thing and to come quickly before this strange creature taken from a horror story finished him off

With his last strength he grabbed the communicator and sent a signal for help before that thing hit him again now with more force causing his body to hit a wall

It seems you already have your first victim in your hands, you were going to finish off all those who made you feel miserable and you were going to make them feel the same pain that they made you feel

The original (name) had already died, the only thing left was this creature full of resentment and hatred

You were going to destroy every person who stood in your way and if that meant having to destroy the city or the world you were going to do it

"MADOKA PLEASE DON'T GO" aahhh reference 😭🙏💀

Sorry if it's too short or something, I hope you enjoy this shitty chapter

You can leave me questions or anything about this AU, I'll be happy to answer them🙏

[limethefirst]

Hi! How are you? I was looking for people writing movie shadow after I saw the movie and hoped I could submit a request for you? Can we maybe have shadow with a reader who is a alien hedgehog like him found after him? Shadow when he met the reader takes her in as his own and helps to in a way raise them. After the accident they both were put under statis and met up again in the base 50 years later after he and she had escaped?

Remember Me

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x Hedgehog!reader (platonic)

warnings: spoilers

summary: Shadow takes it upon himself to look out for you even after being frozen for 50 years

a/n: slowly getting back into the writing groove yes!! if i wrote things for other fandoms would you guys burn me at the stake or not❤️

Shadow was used to feeling alone, being the only alien hedgehog constantly surrounded by scientists who saw him as some type of experiment was draining. Of course he had Maria and for her he was forever grateful but she didn't understand how he felt, no one really could. Until you came along, another alien hedgehog that arrived the same way he did, and was now viewed just like he was.

By all means, Shadow, was not considered approachable. He was only ever willingly around Maria and Gerald, and even Gerald was often pushing it, but when you showed up it was hard to catch him alone. He was basically your caretaker, a task he gave himself after seeing how nervous you felt around everyone and how you weren't exactly sure how to regulate the powers you also had.

You sat next to Shadow as Maria put on a new movie she'd found, 'Godzilla', it was called. You didn't like it, it was about an alien, an evil one who destroyed a place on earth called Japan. It made you feel slightly, self conscious? Even though you yourself wouldn't do that or ever thought of committing violent acts against people. Shadow seemingly noticing your discomfort nudged you, drawing your attention away from the self deprivation you were feeling. He looked down at you, giving you a gruff nod, almost like he could read your mind.

His gaze never left your eyes, silently communicating. It was easy to tell what he wanted to say, 'You're not a freaky monster alien who will go and tear up Japan.' Or something along those lines.. the latter was funnier though. Maria glanced over at you two, noticing the subtle communication but also the slight sadness you both had inn your eyes. Although he didn't show it as much, Shadow felt slightly the same upon seeing the movie.

He knew that feeling all to well, he'd seen it, in the eyes of the scientists, guards, everyone who worked here. They thought he was dangerous, and he hated it. Which was why he was determined to make sure you didn't feel the same, because he wasn't sure if he could handle knowing that you also felt like you were a danger, something that was a weapon.

The nights dragged on, and he made sure to keep an eye on you, silently at least. He will never openly show how much he cares. He just will care, and that's good enough for him, although Maria could tell he cared.

Then that night came, where Maria was gone, and so were you. They'd taken Maria from him and grabbed you, pulling you away from him. God, he couldn't stand it, the tears that fell as you screamed for him. He would've tried to do something if it weren't for the fact he was in shock, he'd witnessed one of his closeted friends die in front of him and now he had to watch as they dragged you away, putting you in a small cage as your small hands tried to reach out to him.

Finally there was silence, it was restless, a restless silence that he had to endure for 50 years. Until he was woken up, and all that consumed him was rage. While on the other side of the containment chambers, you'd also woken up, but instead of feeling anger coursing through you, it was fear. You looked around the barren room, the alarms were sounding, and everything was flashing red, suddenly a loud thud broke your nervous train of thought.

You're eyes widened slightly as something punched down the wall, you stepped out of the tube that held you, the liquid used to keep you asleep was drained, leaving your quills wet. The dust slowly began to clear revealing a figure you longed to see since that dreadful night.

"Shadow?.." You're voice slightly trembled as you spoke that name, trying to see him through the red flashing room. Shadow looked at you, his gaze was unwavering but it slightly softened seeing that you were still alive, and unharmed.

He let out a small sigh, his shoulders untensing at your voice, "Let's go," it was rough but his eyes betrayed him. He was grateful, happy to see that you, at least, had survived. He wasn't going to let what happened to Maria happen to you, he swore on that, nothing would harm you.

[f1gur4t1v3]

I am obsessed with the idea that while Dick is the lightest of the older bats, and even with his acrobatic training, Jason is the one who can go flying with the grapple gun. (Physics inaccuracies probably idk dude)

Dick is just sitting out at night during patrol, its a slow night in the area he’s in and he’s heading back home to blud in the morning so he’s more than happy to take it easier than he normally would. He’s perched himself up above a dead lamp post, and he’s carefully watching the roads and alleys below him for any danger.

That’s when a bit further away from him he hears a familiar click of a grapple gun, followed by a by a mass of muscle going flying into the air and my god that’s Jason. Dick is just in awe of how high he gets with it as well. Jason’s jumping over buildings without landing on the roof, and then doing the same to an even taller building. He can’t even tell what Jason’s doing to get so high because right before he starts launching up the side of the building he dips into the dark alley in between them.

Dick is in awe, amazed, but still in a whole lot of shock for what he witnessed. When he tries to tell the Batfam of what he saw the only other person who believes him is Tim, who’d also seen Jason go shooting out from behind a building.

Then Jason does it when the family is near, and god he feels a sense of relief for the dumbest reason. Bruce can’t believe his eyes watching his deep freezer hunk of a son go absolutely fucking flying over a burning building at the end of the night. Steph who was there to get a bit more training with evacuating people out of a fire is attempting to chase Jason down, and is begging him to teach her of the comms.

Jason refuses to talk about his little flying act, and the only time he even considers teaching anyone is when Dick tells him it reminds him of his time at Hallys.

This leads to everyone trying to figure out how to get the flight that Jason does with his grapple gun, and it just isn’t working out. Dick thought he nearly got it before he went cascading for a nice trip through a billboard. Tim and Steph swore they figure it out, but their little hop onto the building only made the task seem more impossible. Damian swears he saw the Batman nearly take flight over a building, and instead ended up crushing an ac unit with his landing.

Jason is loving all of this of course. Watching his siblings and his dad fail horribly at gliding like he does is hilarious to him. It’s just a quick release of the grapple gun, and running up the side of the building for a bit of extra momentum. Of course he pushes himself up against the edge of the roof to really get that height, and if his family just filmed him they’d figure it out easy. Hell, he’s surprise Tim has broken out a camera, or hacked into the cities to watch him.

Cass had figured out how to do Jason’s glide a while ago, she found it helpful to maintaining her unknown presence while looking around on patrol. While she doesn’t like Jason a lot, she respects that this is his thing that he does on patrol, and she has no right going around spilling the trade secrets of the flying ex-robin.

[strzxrin]

Okay so since you were making me WHORE on main let me just - let me come in here with a - AHEEEM !!

Karanveer with a fem!reader who's a bit inexperienced but not overly! She's really willing to try new things out with him and like, she's got a bit of cockiness on her in the sense of —

"ooohh, you're always so gentle" and "I can handle it baby, come on, let loose won't you?" bc karanveer has been like, relatively gentle and easier on her because this man KNOWS his stamina

And then one day he gets fed up of her constant teases and attempts at riling him up that he just lets her have it. Showing her just how much stamina he has and like. . . Fucking her out completely. Overstimmed and DROOLING I tell you. Nddd likkeee *twirls hair* he's all mocking and stuff with it : "l thought you could take it" and "this good enough for you?" AND AND AND ANDXJXJXKKXD

I'm so sorry you induced this now he prepared 😔

. . . she just went to heaven and back !

in which . . . you pushed him far too much that he snaps and gave you exactly what you wanted.

cw. fem!reader, dumbification, size difference, impact play, overstimulation, degradation, edging, cockwarming, rough play

pairing . karanveer singh x fem!reader

half orc x reader , jock x reader , dominant!character x reader

notes . slut (affectionate)(derogatory) — kiddings. but i’m glad i made you turn this way with karanveer. he’s just a silly guy (who’s wrecking your pussy) trust!

masterlist . character wiki

he always tries to be gentle with you. he’s a massive guy, and he can’t help it — he doesn’t want to accidentally break you when you’re already so small to him. he has the patience of a saint, but you somehow manage to make him lose his cool whenever you keep pushing it.

so here you are, being manhandled by him. he’s fucking you in full nelson, your back against his chest, his arm wrapped around your thigh while the other is on your abdomen, pushing against the bulge that was peeking.

your cheeks were stained with mascara tears as you babble incoherently. “i thought you could take it, meri jaan. where was the confidence, hm?” he was bullying your poor cunny with every thrust and you can’t help but moan even more from the position. your boyfriend who would whisper praises into your ears whenever you guys fucked, is now making your mind melt with overstimulation.

you feel the hand that was on your abdomen reached lower before he slapped your clit, making you squirm in his arms, almost trying to run away but you couldn’t due to both his strength and the position. “where are your words, pretty girl? or did it run away just like how you’re doing right now?” he was being so mean, his cock pounding straight to your womb with every thrust and it hurts so good. but you swore you couldn’t cum anymore.

“ka-karannn! can’t.. m’can’t cum anymoree” your words were slurred together as you hear a hum through his grunts “yeah?” he places you down on the bed, and you thought you would get a break but he just positioned you with you on your knees and your ass up. he pushes your head into the sheets as he continued to thrust into you.

he has enough stamina to break your mind over and over again, and he would always hold back, but because of the little stunt you pulled, he’s not holding back anymore. you were about to cum again before he pulled his cock out at the last minute, making you whine aloud. “hm? what was that? i thought you can’t cum anymore” you shuddered at his words, your orgasm being taken away before he pushed his cock into your gaping pussy.

you moaned into the sheets, trembling before he leaned down and his lips near your ears as he whispered “since you wanted to be such a brat today, then it’s only right if i treat you like one, slut.” and he continued to put you through the cycle of pleasure and just when you were about to cum, he’d pull out at the last second. 

he wasn’t going to hold himself back anymore — and it seemed like you even like that thought too.

[sunny374940]

You are safe with me

Hi, back on my emmrook bullshit again. What if Rook convinced Emmrich to try babywearing? Would there be happy tears? Quite likely, where Emmrich is concerned.

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“Rook, I really don't think this is going to work.”

“You're worrying too much, Emmrich, you're gonna be fine.”

Rook was wrapping him in some kind of a fabric contraption and the sheer length of the thing was mind-boggling. Around the chest, to the back and across the shoulders, the ends of it trailing along the floor and this was a lot more complicated than it looked when Rook did it.

“But you have much more experience with this than I do.”

“Yeah, by like two weeks? Come on, she's your daughter too now, you can do this.”

Daughter. It still stunned him to think of the girl like that. It had been a mere week since Rook brought Elanora into their home and while there had been some issues in figuring out diapers and food for her, she fit into their family rather well. And Manfred simply adored her, though that was unsurprising, given that he was the embodiment of curiosity and what was a baby, if not curious.

“Let's go, Ellie, up you get.”

Rook picked her up from the rug where she'd been playing and started stuffing her down the piece of fabric across Emmrich’s chest so they were facing each other. She fixed him with an inquisitive look. This wasn't the usual arrangement and she seemed to be wondering where they were going with all this. Rook was hard at work finishing the tie, leaving the pair of them watching each other. Emmrich hoped dearly that this wouldn't make her cry.

“And you tuck it between the two of you like this, so she doesn’t fall out… and then those long bits cross under her butt and you tie them at your back. And spread these out so it doesn't cut into her legs. And done.”

Rook stepped away, looking satisfied with his work. Ellie was sitting in the wrap, snug against Emmrich’s ribcage, and he found himself afraid to breathe too deeply for fear of hurting her tiny body, though she didn't seem to mind. Her legs were poking out from the knees down, wrapped around his sides and she was kicking them contentedly. She folded her arms against his chest, making a cooing sound, and perhaps this wasn’t so bad?

“There, bug, wasn’t that easy?” Rook asked and it appeared that Ellie realized that there actually might be a problem with this. She wasn’t where she was supposed to be, which was on Rook's chest, and she started fussing. Emmrich tensed in response, which made her try to push herself away from him and she was trying to wriggle out of the damnable wrap and this wasn't working, he'd known it wouldn't and now he was making her upset-

“Hey, hey, it's alright, bug. Where's your bunny?”

Rook sat the toy on Emmrich's shoulder, and she forgot that she was annoyed, reaching for the little crocheted rabbit to wave it around with a giggle. Emmrich let out a breath of relief. And now that he tried it they could be done with it and get her out again. But Rook seemed to have different plans.

“Let's go outside before she realizes,” Rook whispered to him, taking his hand and dragging him out the front door. Emmrich knew that there would be no arguing with him now and allowed himself to be led outside.

Walking around with a baby strapped to his chest like this was certainly a novel experience. They decided to take a stroll along the river and Emmrich kept fidgeting with the fabric, worried that Ellie would fall out somehow. But what if he was cutting off her circulation? Could he tell? He checked her feet for the eighth time and they were still wiggling and warm, so she probably wasn’t in imminent danger of losing a limb, but he would definitely have to check again soon. A soft chuckle drew him away from his worrying.

“You're overthinking it, love. Look at her, she's happy.”

Emmrich glanced down and she did seem happy. Watching their surroundings with round eyes, so interested in every little thing. It was truly marvelous how she found wonder everywhere. She was still holding onto the bunny, shaking it occasionally, which made its head bobble and it surprised her into giggles every time. Emmrich let out a soft laugh at her antics, making her look up. She gave him that wide toothless smile and he was so full of joy at the sight that some of it escaped through his eyes.

“I think you might be right, darling,” Emmrich said, wiping at the tears, and Rook gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“You're such a sap,” Rook said, giving him that bright smile he so adored and yes, he was a sap. And he would never stop being one at this rate, since all his dreams of family just kept coming true lately and he hardly knew what to do with himself. He squeezed Rook's hand back and added a kiss to his temple for good measure.

They kept walking for a while, before they ended up on the riverbank, watching a family of ducks float about. They'd been there for quite some time, because Ellie protested every single time they tried to leave. The ducks were very interesting.

“Hey, Emmrich,” Rook suddenly whispered.

“Yes?” Emmrich, of course, whispered too.

“She's asleep. You did it!”

Emmrich looked at Ellie and she was indeed sleeping peacefully. She'd turned her face to rest a cheek against his chest and for a moment he was worried that he would wake her with the way his heart started thundering. She felt safe enough with him to fall asleep right there and how was he supposed to stay calm in the face of that? He turned back to Rook, who was watching them with a very pleased expression.

“See? You're gonna be a great dad,” he said, as if it was something mundane, as if his whole world hadn't been upturned by the presence of one little girl.

“Thank you, darling. I'm honored to be a father to her alongside you.”

[all-pacas]

Okay but now i desperately want to know your non canon life story for chase pre canon

i have tricked you into doing exactly what i hoped -- a lot of this stuff works its way into fanfics i write lmao, so i guess spot the easter eggs? here's a couple:

when he was 4, maybe a bit older or younger, he fell out the upstairs window. that's what he tells people. it's mostly the truth. the whole truth: he was locked in his father's study, as ever. he needed to pee, or he was hungry, or something (he probably doesn't even really remember). so he tried to escape. he pushed a chair to the window and climbed onto the verandah roof. and then slipped and fell onto the ground below. and lay there screaming for a while before his mother, drunk, found him. he broke a number of bones, cut up his face, was rushed to his father's hospital. the nurses all doted on him, he was being so brave after such a scary accident! his father made it very clear that robbie was not to mention he was locked in the study, that he was not to mention his mother's state, that he did it to himself because he was disobedient and getting into mischief and that was all. he considers this an embarrassing and vaguely shameful memory. because it's the only time he ever tried to escape the study. because he failed. because he, naturally, did just as he was told.

his mother took him on a bunch of special outings and trips to the beach and amusement parks and zoos for weeks after. she stopped drinking for a while, too. when she was sober, she was very loving (very much overcompensating) and made it out like they were the best of friends. when she drank she was angry and sometimes violent, both with rowan and her son. chase, as a kid, sometimes tried to get rowan to intercede, to tell her to stop, to do something about it. no one did. it became easier to hate his father than his mother. mum couldn't help it, she was drunk. dad knew and just didn't care.

he went to a super posh private all-boy's catholic school. robbie was the "poor kid" in class: sure, his family was doctor rich, but his best friends's dads were politicians and land barons and oil/gold mine types. school was fairly unremarkable. he had friends, went to a lot of rich kid parties on private yachts, played soccer and AFL and never invited any of his friends over to his place.

first girlfriend was named melina ryan. she went to a sister school (literally) to his, an all-girl's catholic school. she was... fine. he was never that infatuated with her, but she was pretty and wanted to date him and he was 15 and very interested in sex lol. it lasted about a year, mostly due to inertia. she absolutely had an 80s perm and feathery bangs.

he also had a friend called dickie campbell, one of his super rich classmates. they'd skip school together. dickie's homelife was also really bad, and while they never talked about it they kind of... looked at one another and knew, you know? they'd fool around, experiment, never talked about it. dickie was probably gay and deeply closeted and working through some stuff; chase just wanted the attention/validation. they had a huge falling out at 16 and never spoke again.

a third friend: [some terrible nickname], the like. ur-typical 80s jock bully type. he and chase actually got along fine; this friend is yet another rich kid with daddy issues and would throw wild parties on his parent's dime, borrow their yacht, ridiculous shit like that. when chase's parents seperated and his sister was born and he started to see the writing on the parentification wall, he had something of a breakdown and "ran away" from home (his parents didn't care), stayed in this kid's guesthouse for a few weeks. his friend was like, you're too uptight, you need to relax, and they had their own little drug and hookers and alcohol bender... at age 14-15. this friend is like. now a sitting member of parliment or something. chase finds this very funny but can't explain why to anyone without getting into way too much ("no, it's just funny because i once saw him do a line of coke off a stripper's stomach when we were 14 lol"). by some miracle chase didn't develop a massive drug problem. the miracle being that party drugs just made him think of his mother and filled him with so much misery and guilt he couldn't commit to enjoying them.

when his sister (danielle) was born, chase was a very good parent to her. he got so much praise for it. he'd pick her up from daycare and pre-school, he took her out, they'd go grocery shopping together. everyone thought he was just the sweetest big brother; his sister absolutely worshipped him. he was a hair away from a total mental breakdown. he begged his father to sue for custody or take her in or something, and rowan totally ignored him of course. and chase was putting his mother in the shower and doing laundry and managing the household budget (they were living off a very small stipend from rowan) and just on the verge of total collapse.

his relationship with his sister sucks, because she feels (justifiably) abandoned and betrayed by him leaving and moving across the world when, to her, chase was her only real parental figure, but he just. he couldn't do it any longer. and then danielle became an addict and he hated her for it, and whenever they talk they revert to old patterns - he bosses her around and acts like her parent, they're both miserable, they do love one another but they just cannot. talk. they really do better at low contact.

he truly believed he and mrs. groundkeeper's wife were... maybe not in love, but had a real connection, were both lonely, bonded. she was in her 40s, he was 17. when their affair was exposed, she said he seduced her and cried and apologized and just blatantly abandoned him. nowadays chase is aware it was fucked up but... in a way where he doesn't really want to think about it. he doesn't think it was power imbalance/grooming/etc. or, he doesn't want to think about it that way.

he has not had a lot of Relationships in his life. short flings, for sure. one night stands, easy. he absolutely had a FWB arrangement in college that worked perfectly and satisfyingly for both parties with no feelings involved. he tends to average 4 dates with someone before getting bored and politely breaking up. cameron was 100% his first real Serious Relationship. and possibly his last, r i p

[kkskdeaddove]

KKSKDD2025 Wrap-Up (Complete!)

HELLO KAKASAKU DARK FIC LOVERS!

So sorry for the previous post which was incomplete (more coffee was needed this morning). THIS post contains the titles and summaries for all 27 fics that were published for this year's KakaSaku Dead Dove Week 2025. The fics can all be found in this year's AO3 collection.

Please read the tags before checking out the full works. If something is going to make you uncomfortable, don't read it. You are responsible for curating your own fanfiction experience.

Thank you to everyone who participated, encouraged, commented, read, kudosed, and cheered on our amazing creators! Looking forward to future kksk dd events 🖤 Without further ado...

Compatibility level 99.6% by BelleDayNight

Post-war birthrates in Konoha are low. The Fire Daimyo issues an order to boost those numbers. Sakura is part of the science team to create an algorithm to find the most compatible partners amongst the shinobi of Konoha. Soon to be Rokudaime, Kakashi feels obligated to participate in the Daimyo's pairing lottery. He shouldn't ask his people to do something he's not willing to do himself. Kakashi and Sakura are partnered with the highest compatibility score -- they aren't complaining!

Night Watch by xylazine

Kakashi has a suggestion to make time pass more quickly during a long stretch of night watches. Sakura agrees, not quite knowing what she's agreeing to.

Sweet Dreams by Anonymous

He was supposed to be on lookout, watching for any wayward enemies who were unfortunate enough to stumble upon them while they were this far away from civilization. But the sounds of her soft snores drew his attention more than the dark and quiet treeline. 

Tell No Tales by twofortea

The last thing Sakura remembers is stopping by Hokage Tower, and now…

Kakashi's Kunoichi: A Lesson in Piss by rosebrided

She sat up a little straighter. A special lesson? Part of her beamed at the idea of having his sole attention without the others, for once. No Naruto, no Sasuke. Just her and Kakashi-sensei. But whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Not after he caught her red-handed. Kakashi took half a step closer, forcing Sakura to scoot backwards—and collide with a tree. With her back against the trunk and the rough bark digging into her palms, she was trapped. Why was she afraid? She had no reason to be afraid of him. This was only Kakashi-sensei. Team Seven's leader. She trusted him. Or: Sakura tries to catch a glimpse of Sasuke peeing and Kakashi catches her.

Ramen Glory Hole by xylazine

Naruto shows Sakura an exclusive new ramen spot. A confusion of doors leads to something else entirely.

Just Another Hole in the Wall by Anonymous

As always, most of Sakura’s adventures in life began with a push (or a dare, or a threat) from Ino. Traveling to other countries just to explore, rather than run herself into the ground with her work at the hospital? An Ino-enforced idea. Eating spicy food until she built up to the tolerance of a normal person? She and Ino had suffered runny noses and stinging lips together for the duration of a month. Finding herself stuffed halfway through a hole in the wall, waiting on a stranger to pull her legs apart and show her a good time? Sakura didn’t even want to think about the night of drunken admissions and dares that led her to this situation.

The wolf and the lamb by xylazine

Sakura receives a mysterious invitation to the Midnight Masquerade. What surprises await her there?

Dirty Little Secret by MikaOfTheLeaf

Sakura has developed a crush on her Sensei and writes all about her secret desires in a diary. Kakashi has always liked reading, and he's itching to get his hands on that little book she's always toting around.

The Hound's Desire by XXYandereChanXX

Kakashi’s job should have been simple—kill the man who had stolen from Mayor Minato and leave a message for anyone else who thought it was a good idea to cross his boss. A quick, clean job, something that was child’s play for him. But then he met Sakura, the niece of Keitaro Haruno. Kakashi, a seasoned hound for Konoha, had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. The moment their paths crossed, everything shifted. Her innocence, her strength—it was intoxicating in a way he couldn't quite explain, a draw he couldn’t resist. In all his years of ruthless work, he had never been so consumed by desire, so captivated by someone. Sakura, sweet and unaware, had unknowingly stepped right into his trap. She would never see it coming. Kakashi had carefully constructed every move, every word, every detail—he would have her, and she wouldn’t even realize the danger she was in until it was far too late.

polarization by xylazine 

In need of cash, Sakura signs up for a "sleeping beauty" service. Little does she know the dark path this will lead her down.

In Such Bitter Desire by twofortea

Kakashi wasn’t expecting to go into a sudden rut while out on a mission. Luckily, the ninken have a plan.

disquiet by xylazine

Kakashi's worst nightmare unfolds when he and Sakura are captured by rogue missing-nin.

At Least You’re Alive (You Might as Well Be Useful For Once) by Fusionblitz28

Her hand weaves through his hair until she finds a patch to hold onto and pulls his head backwards towards her face, “You shouldn’t fight so much, it won’t do you any good,” she whispers. “You’re mine now, Sensei. Now Sit.” She uses her chakra to push him down and he tumbles forward, a heap at her feet. Kakashi awaits his death sentence. Instead he becomes a pet under new ownership. He isn't Konoha's bitch anymore. He's Sakura's.

Prisoner of Your Love by arichii98, Koneko_taichou

After being spurned by her long-time love interest, Sakura is through waiting around for him to realize they belong together. They're going to create a life together and be happy. Whether he agrees willingly or not.

fervent by xylazine

An induced rut claws beneath Kakashi's skin and relief comes in an unexpected form.

impartment by xylazine

Duty always comes first. Until Sakura makes a request he's unable to resist.

Kakashi's Lying Kunochi by XXYandereChanXX

Sakura lied all the time—it came as easily as breathing. But she never lied to her teacher...until she did. She shouldn't have done that.

Ravenous by xylazine

Kakashi realizes he views Sakura as more than just a teammate and friend. Only, instead of his words, he takes matters into his own hands. In pretty much the worst way possible.

young and beautiful by twofortea

The next phase of Sakura's training starts now.

revolting by xylazine 

Kakashi dreams about teaching the solider formerly known as Haru a lesson she won't forget.

We've Only Just Begun by MikaOfTheLeaf

After losing everything, Sakura finally has a chance to finally start rebuilding her life when she receives her first mission orders since before the end of the war. It's been months since Sasuke disappeared in the middle of the night again, leaving her and the village behind for a second time. She hasn't seen Kakashi in a year, and she has no idea when she walks back into his life that he's been struggling with his feelings for her ever since he saved her life under the Samurai Bridge years ago. Will she be able to trust herself enough to let him in, or will the damage done by her first heartbreak be too much to overcome?

Fangs Of Passion by XXYandereChanXX

The Hatake clan is said to take only one mate, but what few know is that they recognize them the moment they meet. Kakashi tried to deny it, but when a jutsu caused his kekkei genkai to surge uncontrollably, his instincts took over. There was no escaping the truth anymore—he had to accept it. Hopefully, Sakura could handle the undeniable truth—that she was his.

as desperation takes hold by twofortea

Everything falls apart in seconds.

Sweet Girl by LolaLot

“Kakashi-sensei?” Sakura looked up at him with those same eyes she had when she was twelve and his student. Hungry for guidance, a little scared, but still so sharp. “How far am I supposed to go to help others? How far is too far?” Staring down at her, Kakashi didn’t have an answer. Being a war hero hadn’t saved him, and it wouldn’t save Sakura either. For them, there were no heroes.

Her Soul For Mine by MikaOfTheLeaf

“Promise me,” Tsunade said. “Promise me you won’t back out, that you won’t let him break her.” Kakashi's rage flared and he shot her a venomous look, speaking before he could stop himself. “It’s better for me to break her instead?” He hissed, unable to restrain his anger at the situation any longer. Tsunade’s eyes softened, but she couldn’t look him in the face as she quietly said, “You won’t,” she sounded so sure of herself, as though she had absolute faith in him. It made him sick. She continued, “You’ll leave her with her soul, Kakashi. Sakura will be able to heal, she’ll find a way to move past this. Do you think she’d fare so well with him?”

groom by doveonlifesupport 

Groom: 1. (Noun) A man just married or about to be married 2. (Verb) To prepare someone for an objective or purpose Kakashi is given a second chance, to fix what Uchiha Madara broke. But avoiding the Fourth War isn't the only thing he's determined to change.

[unremarkablehouse]

Seasons of Love (TXF)

Season 3 will always be where Mulder and Scully really fell in love. Season 1 & 2 was basically infatuation and a very heavy crush, it’s these idealized versions of each other they are wrapped up in. However, in season 3 they see all the flaws and faults in the other person, but love each other anyway.

Season 4 is where they both realize the depths of their feelings and that they are in fact in love. Season 5, Mulder’s arc is to do whatever he can to prevent Scully from being hurt again- even if it means publicly denouncing his belief in Aliens, and it’s clear that he puts Scully ahead of The X Files. While Scully recognizes their codependent patterns and starts trying to establish boundaries so they can have some chance at a romantic relationship.

Fight the Future, The X Files are taken away and there’s an insecurity that perhaps work was the only thing keeping them together. They both come to an understanding that their relationship has grown outside of a friendship and have decided it’s time to explore it. Season 6 is all about negotiating the terms for how they can work as a couple. Scully tries to be more flexible and open to extreme possibilities, Mulder stops pushing Scully away and stops being completely reckless with his life (well after Triangle). I love that working under Kersh they have an ongoing joke about how much humiliation they’ll put up with before they quit. The line for Mulder is when Scully is almost fatally wounded while partnered with someone else and he spirals a bit from there.

Diana is important for them both in Season 6, not in terms of being actual competition but Mulder learns to question the motives of his sources and Scully learns that sometimes the good Mulder sees in people isn’t misplaced. Season 7, they’re an established couple, they have their ups and downs trying to adjust to being in a relationship but they’re committed to making it work. Mulder is ready to leave The X Files in season 7, the cases they work on are lighter (excluding closure) and it is more Scully who pushes them to keep going. In All Things, Scully tells Mulder to slow down and it’s such wonderful projection- she needs to do the same. Season 8 and 9 don’t exist in my world.

IWTB- I love the movie because Scully and Mulder have this domestic partnership that is very similar to their original series dynamic. Scully really anchors herself with Mulder so when he becomes invigorated by working again she’s knocked off balance and has to see that she’s been walking on eggshells through life, too afraid to take risks or believe in case it fails. I love seeing the return of her faith and Mulder plays a big part of that. Season 10&11 I maintain their separation was for a couple of weeks and the two are being melodramatic about the “split..” it is really nice for Scully to recognize how much self work Mulder has done on himself and to let go of some of her past resentments so she can open herself up to him again and be a real partner.

season 12 would just be domestic fluff and shameless smut.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

everyone in this fandom has slightly/or major different opinions on each of the chars personality wise. i like ur takes so im curious what your take on personalities of some of the chars are (the main boys r already talked on a lot so specifically others like lily, marlene, dorcas pandora, teen snape, r/b/e, wtv u want) just like a little sentence each or u can expand, up 2 u <3

ooo !!! this is so fun ??

lily: very prideful and quick to anger but she's so soft and sweet and sensitive and loves her friends and shows it and she's very touchy feely and she's veryy opinionated and she's a little selfish but like she also cares so so much. + smart enough to be praised by teachers but she'll work herself sick for it &head strong.

mary: extroverted, egoistic, self sacrificing. she'll change everything about herself for you but she'll die before admitting it. loves too hard and destroys herself in it. she's never gotten over anything ever. seeks validation wherever she goes and takes and takes and takes but when she gives she'll hold out her heart for you.

marlene: very calm, very demure. she doesn't want to be in the spotlight but she'll also get mad when she isn't. very petty, holds grudges, homewrecker but she's brave and she's protective and she's ambitious, once she starts something she'll never give up and once she loves someone she'll never get over them.

dorcas: insecure, pushes everyone away, obsessed with the idea of being independent, very deeply lonely and when she loves you it's choking how much there is. she's witty and she's sentimental she's responsible she tries too hard she'll love you forever.

pandora: genuinely crazy, but she's trying, she's always trying. she wanders around in sheets and rabid when provoked, but she'll cut off her own leg to please the person she wants. she's clingy and she's dependent on her Current Person Of Interest she's blunt she's honest she's a little bit cruel, she's way too logical and also depends on vibes or emotion too much. she's prideful but she'll strip of her dignity if she's pushed.

severus: very insecure, very angry. he'll lash out at you twice a day and spend each night begging on his hands and knees for forgiveness, feel humiliated and do it all again. very aware and generally emotionally intelligent but he's blind to it when he starts loving someone too hard, his pride is everything to him and he's jealous of everyone, ever, but he's constantly apologetic about everything he's done.

regulus: soo egoistical. he needs everyone to think and know he's the best but he doesn't even know if that's true. peak superiority complex & inferiority complex. gets off on people needing him so he puts pieces of himself everywhere (it may or may not work). he's smart just never the smartest, good but never the best. he trails around his brother like a lost kid then spits venom when he's called exactly that. he's pathetic because he's more bark than he is bite and he doesn't even realize it.

barty jr.: crybaby. always crying for every and any reason ever. if he likes you he will have you whether you want him to or not - he can be charming (<- to some people) but he's quiet and he'll sit at your feet after breaking his own bones till you take pity on him. no pride or dignity but he'll get violent when he's hurt. he'll let you take his ribs out if you tell him he's good twice through it.

evan: freak. he's a loser and unknown and he's insecure but he's possessive and when he wants something he wants it he'll leash you to his bed if it gets to it and he'll cry about it ("why can't i be needed enough for them to stay forever?"). not very intelligent and sensitive about it, angry and he'll show it, stalker core.

[planecrashjesus]

Okay another intensely unpopular opinion I have about Steven Universe after our rewatch. Connie had every right to be upset with Steven when he sacrificed himself.

Most people’s arguments is that there was no other way than to give himself up. But that’s literally not the case. Connie tried to fuse twice. It’s frustrating cause as an adult we know for sure there were other options. Jump in the water. Idk, anything else. If the B team was anywhere near by Lapis could have thrashed them, but that’s a writing issue.

Most people see this as an act of martyrdom when it really comes from Steven’s incredibly low self worth. It’s an early sign of his incredible issues in future. Sacrificing yourself because of someone else’s actions is not good or healthy. It was not a good thing.

From Connie’s POV, she’s been training for MONTHS to protect her friend. Then he gives up incredibly easily. Leaving his family and friends to wonder if he’s okay. With no ship to come get him. It’s horrifying for them. He was missing for days.

Than he came back acting like it was a fun adventure.

We the audience know it wasn’t. We know Lars died and the only way to get to him is through Lion. But Connie doesn’t KNOW that. Steven doesn’t TELL her that. She can’t read his mind.

The fandom wanted her to coddle him like a manic pixie dream girl despite her being pushed away and not told anything. Connie is a human being with emotions whose life doesn’t totally revolve around the main male character, unlike most female characters at that time. She is allowed to fave her own thoughts and opinions about Steven’s actions.

He expects her to be okay with him sacrificing himself, and it’s NOT okay.

Steven has a very low view of himself the same way Rose Quartz did when she gave up her life to make him. He assumes that what he’s doing is for the greater good, and his actions wouldn’t have a big effect or hurt anyone he loves. Just like Rose didn’t think of Pearl or Greg when she gave up her life.

[goodlucksnez]

Hey look another Greek Snzology fic! this time with everyone favorite O/dy himself. I needed to make this man suffer (more) I mean 20 years on the sea is going to wreak your immune system right?

hahaha so enjoy this fic

(Do NOT reblog to non-kink blogs, THANKS!!!!)

Rays of light shined through the window on Odysseus’s face. The aging man stirred, and slowly his eyes opened. As soon as he did he wished he had not. The air was still cool, and reluctantly Odysseus rose from the simple, wool-filled mattress, stretching to shake off the remnants of sleep. The scent of olive oil and bread from the previous night's meal lingers faintly in the air. If only Odysseus could smell it. As he inhaled he heard the rasp of his lungs, a crackling and sickly sound and coughed harshly and loudly. The sound alerted his wife who was still entangled in the sheets.

“My darling love, are you alright?” She rose from the bed and wrapped the shawl tightly around her. She quickly rushed to his side, holding his face in her hands and studying his face.

 “My king are you ill?” Her eyes sparked with the morning light, filled with concern and empathy. She continued as his eyes glazed over. “Should I fetch a healer, after all this time I cannot lose you again.” A sadness washed over her face, and she kissed his cheek feeling the heat radiating from him. Odysseus smiled, a foreign expression, it had been many months since he felt this at home. As he spoke his voice was hoarse and raspy. “My eternal love, how could I be anything but at peace? After all these years I have you by my side. My quest is complete. It is time for a new adventure, and I want it to be with you.” His face unwashed and stained with age took on a dazed expression. Penelope furrowed her brow at the look.

 “Odysseus what’s wrong, please tell me.” She pleads with him. He shakes his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. He tries to speak but no sound escapes his lips. Before Penelope can plead again Odysseus lurches forward, rocking his body against hers.

“Hut’SCHH’ihh! n’TSHCHH’hihehh!”

“Bless you, my king!” She blushed. Ever since their courting days, he had hidden his aliments from her. Even now after all these years, he was still trying to avoid conflict. She smiled her eyes softening.  “Odysseus after twenty years, you are still the same man, I fell in love with.” Grabbing his arm, she leads him to the bed. “You deserve to rest, you have had a long journey, and I can wait a little longer.”

He resists and pushes her away. “Penelope I am okay, I do not have time to- Snf- to get- sick…”

He hitches and holds up a hand between them. As a precaution or a warning, Penelope is not sure. She stands back as he continues to hitch. She is amazed about how he seems to fight the urge with every fiber of his being until he is left gasping for air as if it will run out, before being thrown forward harshly.

“Hut’SCHH’ihh! n’TSHCHH’hihehh!”

She starts but is cut off by another sharp inhale.

“Ahh’TTSChh’hIIEWW!!”

“And again, okay love I am sure the servants can hear you from downstairs, let’s get you back into bed.”  She leads the sniffling man back to the bed and wraps another cloth around him. She takes in his depleted form. The large circles under his eyes. The way his breath comes in short shallow gasps, indicating he cannot breathe through his nose. And speaking of his nose, it was already turning slightly pink and running. She wished more than anything that this would be over quickly. After all she had just gotten him back and there was a lot to catch up on and run a kingdom at the same time. Even queens and kings do not take sick days. As she thought to herself she heard steps approaching. Her hearing over the last few years has increased in case of any unforeseeable incidents. She recognized the pace of the footsteps and stood as their son entered the room, without knocking, a bad habit he had picked up.

“I have you told time and time again to knock Telemachus.”

“I know but I heard a loud sound, and I got worried are you alright mom?” He quickly crossed the room looking around the chamber for any signs of danger. Penelope had to laugh.

“Oh, my sweet boy, no there is no danger.” She smiled and placed a hand on the shoulder, a comforting sentiment.

“Then what was-” his thought was interrupted by a sharp inhale.

“Ahh’TTSChh’hIIEWW!!”

“That Telemachus is your father sneezing, much like you it can shake the castle. Your father has come down with a bad cold. Not surprising after the trials he went through but still, he needs rest. And the last thing you need is to catch a chill.”

Telemachus blushed but nodded and spoke softly. “I will see if the servants can make any of the herbal salve and bring it up, I hope you feel better-” he paused and took a shaky inhale. “Dad.” Before quickly turning on his heel and leaving, closing the door as he goes.

Odysseus who had been watching this exchange, sighed. It didn’t feel right. He felt like a spectator in his own home. As Penelope turned back she saw the man’s furrowed brow.

Odysseus spoke his voice raspy. “He still isn’t comfortable with me is he?” He said his voice was thick with congestion.

“It will take time, he loves you, I know he does just like I, it is just going to take some time. You are a stranger to him, but he will warm up to you” She assured him. Odysseus half smiled before coughing harshly into his hands. Penelope placed her hand on his back and more but for a moment he seemed to shudder away from the touch but still allowed her to rub his back.

“I love you, I have then, and I love you now.” She kissed him on the cheek and brushed the hair out of his face from where it was plastered with sweat. “Tell me please how you feel?”

Odysseus’ eyes, soft and warm, met Penelope’s, the distance between them filled with an unspoken connection. As she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he couldn't help but smile at how her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

 "My love” he began, his voice gravelly, "I've... caught a bad cold," he admitted, his eyes never leaving hers, searching for reassurance in those loving depths. She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You silly man," she said affectionately. "You know I'd rather be here, taking care of you, than anywhere else."

Odysseus heart swelled with gratitude and love. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, and closed his eyes. "Thank you, love," he murmured. "For always being here."

“Thank you for returning.” Soon after he fell asleep, and she stayed next to him the whole time.

A few hours later, after she had returned from the well to fill a bucket with cool water, Odysseus woke up again.

Odysseus whined, sniffling hopelessly as his blocked-up nose whistled with congestion. He was more stuffed up than he’d have liked, and he couldn’t exactly sniffle it away.

“You sound congested,” she told him, a hint of worry coating her voice. She took note of his desperate, hitching breaths, quick to pull his face into her chest so they didn’t have to break position to find a handkerchief.

“I… ihh… huhhngh…” As Odysseus’s breath evened out through a deep, irritated sigh and wet sniffle, Penelope almost pulled away. But just as he finished considering it, suddenly- “Hut’SCHH’ihh! n’TSHCHH’hihehh! TScHHZHHHtT!!”

“Bless you,” Penelope offered, shifting so Odysseus looked up at her as she gently cupped his cheek. She managed to just reach far enough to grab a couple of spare cloths and press it to Odysseus’s face. “Blow.”

Odysseus quietly blew his nose, coughing quietly. He whimpered, the sound resembling a sick puppy, as he geared up for more congested sneezes. “Huh… TZSCHHH’ihh! Ahht’sCHH’hehhh!! hn’GCKSHHHH’ehh!!”

“Elch,” he sniffled hopelessly, the desperate, miserable action doing nothing but make his nose hurt. “I know love, just rest. Your body is fighting,” She chuckled “Just like you were.”

 He replied with his gravelly voice. “Well let’s hope I don’t have this for ten…oh fuck.”

She barely had time to move let alone protect herself from the spray before he was rocking forward.

“Ahh’TTSChh’hIIEWW!!”

He tried desperately to sniffle up the liquid seeping down onto his lip, to no avail. He wiped his nose on his wrist, sniffling again, which only caused a fit of miserably wet and chesty coughs.

“Ulchh… Ah’TschhHHH’uh! Hh’ahtSchHHuh! ‘TscHHHuhHh!!” He groaned, coughed and sniffled miserably.

“My love, you certainly have caught a bad cold. I mean the only other time I have seen you sneeze this much-.” She was interrupted by him.

 “Shhh my love doesn’t give my nose any ideas.”

She smiled and held him in a protective way cradling his head. He lay in repose his breath shallow and quiet. Penelope brushed the hair out of his face. A face she had missed for twenty years. It did not matter that he was sick, she loved him. More than anything, and after being apart so long, her heart ached with worry.

Now if only he could stop.

“Ahh’TscHHHI’Uew! ‘TtschHHUhh! ‘Hah’tSchHHih’hHEWW!!”

-sneezing.

“TschH’HIH’HEWW!! ah’TSCHhih’Heww!! ‘Ahh’TSCHhh’HIHh’uh!”

“Feel better?” She said after a few moments; the only sound was Odysseus sniffling.

Odysseus nodded, still trying to sniffle up the mess on his face. “It still itches.. it did’t… didhh.. he..hehhlp-TTschhHH’ihHEWW! Hah’Tschh’UHhew! Tsch’HUHEWW! Hah’TCHH’uiew!”

“Aw my love,” She muttered, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing at the wet and sticky mess on Odysseus’s face. “You look like you need some tissues,” she told him with a fond, yet worried smile.

Odysseus sniffled his thank you’s as she pressed a couple tissues to his uncomfortably wet face. He groaned after miserably blowing his nose, the sound almost as gross as it felt.

“Elchh…” Odysseus sniffled miserably as he geared up for another sneeze, squinting in anticipation.

“Odysseus?” Penelope frowned. “Are you gonna-”

“Tschh’HIEWW!! HAh’TSCHHiuh! Ahh’TSCHHuoo!”

Luckily, Penelope had his back, quickly throwing her hand in front of Odysseus’s face to cover his face with tissues after the first sneeze.

“Ugh,” he groaned, sniffling even after he miserably blew his nose again. “I hate this.”

“I know,” Penelope sighed. “But I’m here to help get you through it.

He smiled sheepishly for a moment. After all these years she was just as kind. Even if he was a completely different person then the one she knew. She still cared for him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and went to speak but Penelope stopped him.

“Sneeze first then talk.” She warned. He raised his eyebrows in confusion before his breath hitched his throat.

"Hh'Ah'tSchh'hiHHEW! Ahh'TscHhh'iEWW!! 'Hh'TSCHHEWWww!! TtscHh'HOO!!" Odysseus sneezed into cupped hands, miserably trying to sniffle up the mess this made.

"Bless you..." she sighed, wrapping an arm around the shaking man.

"Ahh'TSCHhh'h!" He turned to her side with a wet sneeze that had her audibly and visibly shuddering.

“Bless you again love.”

He sniffed back congestion and sighed before laying down on the pillow. She hummed softly and before long he was snoring a sound she would never tire off.

-the end-

[f1gur4t1v3]

Jason will never admit to anyone that he believes his death is his fault. He’ll never tell anyone how he ended up in that warehouse, so desperate for someone to love him just for them to put a gun against his head and hand him off to his executioner.

Jason will never tell his friends how he cried for Sheila, the woman who was supposed to care for him to help him. To stop the mad man from beating him within an inch of his life with a crowbar, and then leaving him there to die.

He’ll never tell his family about his attempt to save his mom, standing up and making his way over to her in an attempt to at least get her out of the warehouse and to safety.

He’ll never tell another living soul about the fear that ticking caused him. Knowing he’d tried his hardest, he stood up past death to save this woman, he tried to get them both out of that warehouse and to safety, only for a few ticks to decide their fate.

Jason will never tell his brothers about the rage the pit caused, he’ll never talk about the emotions he felt swirling in his head. The voices saying to kill the joker cause he killed Jason, the voices begging for his dad to hold him and make him better again, the voices screaming maybe just listen to Batman for once.

Jason will take his death to his grave yet again, a secret that will stay with him this time. One that won’t be broken by a shattered time stream. He will lay in that coffin and never have to claw himself out again. Jason won’t have to wander down that rainy, muddy road ever again. He won’t have to tread the cold rain and feel his mind betray him as he continued walking to find help, just to be labeled as a brain dead John Doe.

Jason wouldn’t have to be dipped into a pool of glowing green anger, the liquid that shattered his mind yet made it one again. He wouldn’t be a solider, he wouldn’t be a weapon for the league to train and fill with even more hate.

He would lay in his coffin the final time as Jason Peter Todd, a boy with a heart to big for his own good. His urge to help others hurt him the most, and he’d happily lay there knowing that. He’s the son of Sheila Haywood, the ward of Bruce Wayne, and the brother and friend of Dick Grayson.

Only god would know that the man that stood before Jason in the mirror, the Red Hood wasn’t who he was meant to be. Jason would never admit to himself, that if he had the chance to see that fifteen year old boy who just wanted someone to love and listen to him, that he’d hug him and apologize.

He’d apologize for the desperation of someone who wanted to raise him as a son, not a solider. He’d apologize again for the ignorance he’d chosen, the way he’d left The Bats side and gone to Ethiopia on a one way ticket to his spot six feet underground. Jason would apologize for the hurt that he felt, the pain and sobs that the second Robin had yet to experience. He’d hold himself close and apologize over and over again, telling his to just keep pushing and how sorry he is.

Jason Todd will never tell Bruce that inside his hope and prayers of the Batman finally realizing how many people to Joker has hurt, and finally ending the clowns life to put an end to his madness, and save others and save others who can’t save themselves. Cause no matter how many times Bruce messes up, Jason knows how strong Bruce is, and Jason knows that if he ever needs saving, the man is one distress signal away.

[acetheta]

me when people call doctor who just a stupid show but river and the doctor are literally psyche and cupid

[hurlingdown]

                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!

synopsis. there’s a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.

tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)

a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.

“does she know?” you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way he’s being mounted like a bitch. “does she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?”  

he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way you’re taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity. 

 “fuck!” he gasps, “let’s not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.” it’s not the first time you’ve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this… this was unknown territory. 

“why? you don’t like it?” there’s a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks he’s going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he can’t see but knows it’s there. 

“doesn’t matter,” jayce whispers. “it’s not ri- right.” 

you want to laugh. it’s not right? so it’s all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never could—nights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limp—but it’s not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair? 

“you don’t like her anyway, do you?” you mutter. “you should just get rid of her and be with me.” you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. it’s funny, the way he tries to patch things up. “this is cruel… to the both of us. don’t you wanna get this over with?” 

“it’s- unh, complicated!” jayce moans, but there’s nothing complicated about it, he just doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart pound—the way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like you’ve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle. 

he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and he’s not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. it’s humiliating, the way you’re cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust. 

“why? what’s keeping you then? hah. don’t tell me. does she fuck you like this too?” you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. “so desperate for cock you’d let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?” 

“noo,” jayce slurs, shaking his head, “nothing’s as good. you’re the best. love it. love you.” 

“really?” you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his body’s conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. “well, i don’t see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.” 

“ah- ah, yeah, that too,” he whines, “love you more.” 

“liar,” you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. it’s a punishment, jayce knows. he’s sorry. he feels so guilty. “pretty slutty liar. you’ll do anything to get stuffed, won’t you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. you’ll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.” 

jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he can’t even say anything at this point, with the way you’re forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he can’t help being addicted to this. it’s too good. mel would understand, wouldn’t she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. it’s not his fault. not really. 

“you probably think she’ll never know. you probably think she’ll never find out.” you’re talking again, but the sounds buzz by, barely intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasn’t he. surely she won’t know. surely she can’t know. “the way you start crying when you’re about to cum. you think she’ll never know about that, right?” 

he doesn’t know what you mean, but it’s so hard to think. there’s wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him. 

“please,” jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. “i want, ngh… ah, want your cum in me.” 

and before he knows it, there’s the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and it’s so good it makes him see stars. but you don’t stop. it’s messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it. 

his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.

VANDER

. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes. 

“oh, fuck, sweetness,” he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty ‘pap’. “t-thaat’s it, kid. right there, fuck, harder…” 

he’s clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as you’re pounding away at his hole from behind. you’ve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. he’s pretty sure his own cock’s rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre there’s a sticky, slippery pool underneath him—easing the steamy push and glide. 

there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. there’s sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. it’s too good. almost makes him feel young again. he’s halfway through his forties, and yet you’re fucking him like he’s twenty. 

vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesn’t care. 

it’s addicting. it’s violent. vander shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. 

“fuck, love, y’er gonna make me cum already,” he chokes out, and it’s more of a drunken slur, really — there’s something about the way you’re treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour it—the way you’re taking him, pressing him into the mattress like you’re trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust. 

“go ahead and cum, vander,” you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. “i want you to cum like it’s your last night on earth.” 

who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows he’s going to get loud. you’re insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. he’s never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you weren’t something different. cum like it’s his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were. 

“cocky,” he wheezes instead, once he’s caught his breath, “y’er gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.” it’s yet another bad decision, and he’s digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you aren’t already fucking him within an inch of his life—the bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock. 

hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it. 

before he can even breathe, you’ve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like you’re flipping a fucking pancake, and vander’s not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, you’re pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shut—there’s no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but he’s far too close to be embarrassed. 

the new position’s got you so deep inside him, and it’s getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. it’s uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it. 

“s-so fuckin’ good, kid,” he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cock’s all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and he’s so aroused it’s almost endearing. “fuck me… god, fuck me.” 

he’s going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, you’re going to be so smug about this after you’re done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at you—eyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted. 

“yeah? best cock you’ve ever taken, vander?” you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then he’s fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess you’ll take that as a yes.

SILCO

silco doesn’t know how long he’s been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesn’t plan on making you stop anytime soon. 

“darling, not so rough. . .” he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you haven’t cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

“why?” you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as he’s bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. “worried that they’ll hear?” 

silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes. 

“i’m just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?” you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts. 

“it doesn’t matter,” he rasps, “we’re, hah, being too loud… sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.” 

“don’t care,” you mutter. “i’m pent up. ‘least you can do is let me fuck you stupid. you’ll let me, right?” 

silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didn���t turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through. 

“be gentle,” he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. “i’m not so young anymore.” 

you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that. 

“hngh, r-right there…” silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud he’s being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesn’t want to piss you off. not when you’re indulging him so well. “that’s it… you’re so good… darling.” 

“not so shy anymore?” you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. “think we can make you louder?” 

“sweetheart,” he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. “you already know what i want.” 

“well, i don’t think so.” you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. “remind me. did we use the magic word yet?” 

but just as he’s about to answer with snark, there’s the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get good—this was the worst timing possible. “everything alright, boss?” 

“yes,” silco pants, “fuck… yes.” 

you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. you’re thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you can’t stop now. not until he’s had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content. 

he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changingly—and now apparently hormone-alteringly good. 

“sir?” sevika’s growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mention—his second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if it’ll be gaping once you’re done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swel— “is someone in there with you?” 

“yes,” silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. “we are busy. you’re, oh… dismissed, sevika.” 

the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly. 

you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe it’s your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. he’s—silco’s actually into this. you’d have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didn’t mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything. 

“... if you say so, boss.” the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy. 

“did i say you could stop?” silco grunts. “fuck me.” 

you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cock—and the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name. 

you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.

VIKTOR

“it won’t fit,” viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. he’s not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but he’s making good progress. “i’m terribly s-sorry, dear. your… appendage. it’s too big.” 

his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility… although slight, that he’d make it. 

“it’ll fit,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. “you’re doing very good, love. just… a little more, yeah?” 

viktor looks down. it’s nowhere near a little more. you’re barely halfway in and he’s already thinking about quitting—has been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so. 

“please,” he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. “t-touch me? i think i’ll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would… oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.” 

it’s… in simple words, too much. you’re usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. it’s good. it’s enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him. 

but viktor would’ve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just… comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?

he can’t lie—he’s spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didn’t feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasn’t the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself. 

it doesn’t help, the way you’re stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktor’s never been so hard before in his whole life. he’s so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and it’s almost cute how it looks like it’s going to swallow you up. maybe it is. 

maybe it’ll fit. 

“last few inches,” you pant, fingers trembling slightly where you’re struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. “can i-? please, vik. it’s so good. you’re so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.” 

“yes,” viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed to—but within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold still—it’s mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all. 

“ngh,” viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. “soo full…” 

you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until you’re satisfied that he’s properly taken everything you’ve given him. it’s not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that you’ve always known he would’ve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only. 

he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. “shit, vik…” you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. “you’re so tight, baby… so perfect. i’m right here with you, okay? easy now, you’re doing so good.” 

you’re so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but it’s different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks he’s dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but there’s hardly any friction left now that he’s properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak. 

he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.

it’s driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. it’s nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researching—it’s beyond anything he would have ever imagined. 

“please,” viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it was—as though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. “stay…” he cries, “cum inside. m-make me yours.” 

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you he’s feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your lover’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.

masterlist!

[mostly-imagines]

Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”