#hobbie x Reader

[manluvers]

JUST A FANTASY

hobbie brown x afab!reader

cw : smut, 18+ , p n v , pussy eating, blowjob , public sex(etc.)

wc: 4,079

A/n: never did one of these before so I hope y’all enjoy!

Just another one of your fantasies of hobbie, what could go wrong?

just a fantasy you say in your head. Just a fantasy. The fantasy in question is what got you touching in the first place .

as days pass your cunt ached for hobbie. You needed him so badly you started to fantasize at hq.. bad idea. You dreamt of shopping with hobbie. Him buying you skirts and band tees(etc) going into the changing rooms just to get railed up. His length throbbing while watching you undress infront of him.. he couldn’t help himself any longer as soon as you took your pants off he immediately grabbed you by your waist.

Moving your underwear out the way while pulling down his pants. As soon as he did that he started fucking you at a rapid pace. “Comon luv you can take my cock can’t you?” he says like you had a choice . Letting out muffled moans from his large hand on your mouth to make sure that no one could hear how much of a slut your being for him. That’s what got him going.

Seeing how only he can make you this wet.. until you remembered it was only a fantasy and that you were a hq until you heard a “helo luv” hobbie says as he walks up to you. Quickly removing your hand from your slick wet cunt and placing it by your side “hi hobbie” you said smiling. Him looking at you confused.. he sees your out of breath and decides to take you home.

After opening the portal to your bedroom, both of you step in and relax. “sooo” you say awkwardly “yes luv?” hobbie says making eye contact with you. Feeling your cunt getting even wetter from this and you lean into his ear and whisper “I need you so fucking bad hobbie~” as you go down on him kissing his bulge through his pants.

“Atta Girl” he says gripping your hair and holding your head up as he undos his belt and pulls don’t his pants a boxers as his length hits you in the face pulsing, as the tip leaks precum. Licking up from the base to the tip slightly teasing the slit to hear his groans from it. Quickly bobbing your head up and down his cock, making wet slurping sounds as you keep going.

Hobbie thrusting into your warm mouth to the bobbing motion, even keeping your head all the way down as he cums down your pretty throat that always makes him feel good. But this time he knew he had to make you feel good, by getting on his knees and rubbing the fabric against ur wet cunt teasing you.

Pulling off your silk panties with haste he licks your cilt while sticking his middle finger in your wet aching hole. This made you feel amazing.. and he knew it. Pulling out his finger and replacing it with his tongue.. eating you out while you moan his name so eagerly wanting to cum. “please.. hobbie Please lemme cum it’s t’much” you say while gripping his hair “you taste so good luv” he says in a hum while you feel a knot in your stomach.. your close. And he knows it.

As he continues eating you out while using his thumb to play with your cilt.. his hard work payed off. You came..! He lapped up the juices like he hasn’t had water in the past year. As you ride out your high he stood up and puts you in a mating press. His favorite position to breed your tight little cunt with his seed. He teases the hole with his tip and slowly pushes in.. your legs already shaking from your high. “hobbie wait-“ it’s already to late he’s inside of you and already thrusting.. he gets more eager as he hears you moan his name.. with every thrust “ahn!~ hobbie” “oh fuck hobbie” “hobbie I can’t take it I can’t-” he smirks “ofc you can doll you can take my cock can’t you?” He says as your cunt grips his cock with his every move.

“Oh fuck, I’m close sweetheart “ he says as his tip kisses your good spot making you throw your head back and yell out his name “oh oh hobbie ! I’m cumming!!” You say cumming around his cock as you feel him twitch inside of you.. he paints your insides white. Both of you panting he runs a bath and praises you with kisses all over you

“You did so good for me doll” ask he says making your heart flutter “so fucking good for me” planting another kiss on you. Now you knew how much hobbie loved you.. you loved him back

“I love you princess “

“I love you too bee”

part 2

[qtkoshi]

listen there are some beautiful hobbie fics out there, and i am extremely happy to see other ppl hyped ab him;

but there is simply not enough.

IK THERES MORE OF Y’ALL. BE WHO U R AND COME OUT WITH UR BEAUTIFUL WRITING ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"What—what is that?" Daryl drawled, looking on incredulously.

"Well, obviously it's a momma goat that just had twin kids and clearly they're all ours now. I found them," you said. "Someone has to keep them safe!" you added, like it was the most obvious thing in the world that this would fall to you.

"We've already got—what? Twenty chickens? And a pile of dogs and cats and—Christ, goats?" He was shaking his head but you knew he'd come around. In fact, he was already smiling. "Ya must've lost yer damn mind."

"Oh, yes, of course I have. But I think the more pressing question is, can you say for sure that you haven't lost yours? Because you're the one who proposed to and married me," you said, grinning at him.

"You and yer damn strays..." he murmured.

"Hey, are you forgetting that you were pretty much a stray when I found you?" you asked, biting your bottom lip. Daryl couldn't argue with that.

The smaller of the two little goats bleated and you immediately scooped it up. Daryl sighed.

"Ya named 'em yet or what?" he asked, striding over.

"This one is Blue. I figured I would let you named the other one."

"Alrigh'. Blue and Fang, then."

"Fang?!" you barked. "You can't name him 'Fang'!"

"Thought you said I got to name one, or did I mishear that?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Fang," Daryl said, bending to scratch the other little goat under the chin, while the momma looked on. "See? He likes it," he drawled.

You could only roll your eyes. Prompt: "You must've lost your damn mind." / "Oh, yes, of course I have. But I think the more pressing question is, can you say for sure that you haven't lost yours?"

[jesuistrestriste]

sage i NEED dilf!art pulling down his baby blue pajama pants and getting pegged ib: the end of your last art getting pegged ask

it’s the end of a long day.

art has been working on his laptop all afternoon and evening, the sun now below the horizon as the apartment gets bathed in warm, artificial light from lamps scattered around the living room. he’s still in his pajamas from this morning. a white tee shirt. soft blue joggers. he sighs as he closes his device and lolls his head back against the couch.

you arrive back at your guys’ place just as he’s beginning to relax into the cushions. kicking off your shoes and shutting the door behind you, your keys jingling in your hand as you walk up behind him. you kiss his cheeks, stroke his short blonde hair, and then whisper to him.

“hi, baby.”

he’s melting into you like softened butter. his pretty blues blinking open tiredly as he pulls himself up from the couch and walks over to you. his arms encircle your frame. “mmn.. made you dinner, it’s on the stove..” he murmurs into your neck.

you nod and run a hand down his spine, reveling in the way it arches under your touch. curving into a perfect arc as he shudders. a soft hum of approval leaves your lips, and then you slip out of his hold to walk down the hall and into the bedroom.

it was a happy accident, really. you’d only gone in there to get out of your work clothes. it wasn’t really your fault that the strap at the back of the closet caught your eye. it’d been a while since you’d bent art into all kinds of pretty positions and made him moan so loud that the neighbors had to leave a note on your door the next morning..

you come out of the bedroom and place your hands on your hips, smirking softly as you walk up to your husband. he’s standing in the kitchen and pouring the both of you a glass of sweet wine. he smiles when he feels you approach, but his face immediately drops when he turns and takes in the sight of you. black, lacy lingerie.. his favorite set.. and the rubbery purple strap bobbing in front of your pelvis. he swallows thickly, his breathing picking up—his chest beginning to rise and fall quickly. his stomach swoops. four of his fingers swipe over your torso, and then he’s biting his bottom lip.

“oh, god, please..”

it doesn’t take much more than that before you’re tugging him against you and flipping him around so that you can bend him over the marble countertop. he winces when his cheek presses into the cold surface, but then he squirms—whimpers—and reaches back to pull down his pajama bottoms. his black briefs come down right after. you suck two of your fingers into your mouth, covering them in spit, and then ease them inside him. it’s so easy to work him open nowadays, it’s like your touch is a muscle relaxant.

“aah—fuck—“ he moans, his brow pinching up as he claws at the counter.

you prod at the sensitive gland inside his walls until he’s squeezing your digits for more, his cock leaking and hanging heavily between his legs.

“ready?” you ask.

he nods, “fuck me, need it, just fuck me, baby..”

you pull your slick touch away from him and then guide the tip of the dildo into his hole. your free hand pushes down on the center of his back, fisting his tee. “good boy.. taking me so well..”

he keens as he feels you slide into him and bottom out, and then he’s groaning as he tries to rock back against your pelvis.

once you’re completely inside, you slide your touch to his hips and begin building a rhythm. in and out and in and out and in and out, but it’s still too agonizingly slow for art. it always is. he much prefers when you’re thrusting so hard that he can’t even speak. it’s better that way.

“want more?” you murmur, groping his ass with one hand as the other moves from his hip to his hair, tugging his head up from the counter, “want me to go faster?”

he chokes around a wet cry; his chin is already covered in drool, glistening like quartz.

you take that as a yes.

rearing back, you pull out four inches before slamming them back in—the motion punching a ragged gasp from his lungs. you lean over his back, pressing your chest to it, and lick over the back of his exposed neck. “thaaat’s it, take it, take it, take it, artie..”

your hips move a mile a minute now as you pummel into him, the slap of skin on skin echoing out and bouncing off of the walls. he’s a beautiful, disastrous combination of shaky limbs and tense muscles and broken moans that make him sound like he’s dying. every thrust elicits a sharp gasp or a sob from him. this is the way he likes it. when he can’t move or think or speak without your say-so. when you’ve got him so close to the edge that he gets dizzy.

“t—tou—mngh!—m’fuck, ah, ah, touch—‘m s’hard, it hurts—“

you fuck him rougher.

his eyes roll back.

“want me to touch your cock? is that what you want?”

a nod of his head.

“if i touch you down there, are you gonna make a mess of our flooring?”

another nod. he gulps down a yelp.

“fine then.. only because i know you worked so hard today.. and you missed me.. and you made dinner..” you smirk.

he nods at all of it. he has worked so hard. he needs this—he needs you.

you move the hand in his hair to his length, and a swell of heat thrums in your gut at the feel of him. he’s throbbing and wet and absolutely burning in your hold. he’s so, so close to losing it, you know that for sure now. as soon as he feels your fingers curl around his shaft, his hips jolt and his balls draw up. his jaw slacks open. and then his eyes flutter and squeeze shut. you know that look. you know it too well.

he’s about to—

“i’m—!” he wails, and then he’s convulsing below you, his abdomen contracting against the counter as his knees buckle.

he comes.

hard.

it splurts from his tip like a fountain. gushing between your fingers and sticking like melted ice cream. you fuck him through it all, letting the strap bruise his prostate as you milk him dry.

“ugh, you’re cumming so hard, don’t stop,” you groan out encouragingly, rubbing yourself against the harness, watching him shudder and pant and writhe with the waves of pleasure that lap at his nerves.

you pump him in your hand until he starts to hiccup and whimper. he’s drained of nearly all of his energy, but he musters up just enough to let out a soft sob.

“t’much,” he slurs.

he’d push your touch away if he could. any more and he’d probably pass out. stars are already spattered in his vision, his face prickling with heat.

you give him one last down-stroke and let the remains of his load dribble out. his cock kicks in your hold.

“ah, aah, ah.. done, please, fuck..”

you kiss his shoulder, stroking his hair. the strap stays buried in him, all seven rubbery inches being held in his warmth. it’s almost painfully good.

“i love it when you do that,” you whisper into the fabric of his shirt.

“ngh.. do what?” he wipes at his mouth, the excess saliva being cleared away. the blush on his face burns brighter when he realizes just how much you’ve wrecked him. it’s not surprising, but it always gets him a little embarrassed.

“when you let yourself get lost in it.”

he sniffles and tries to push himself up from the marble, but his biceps are trembling too hard and he just collapses back down. a small, pained noise leaves his lips. you shush him and stroke his jaw.

“just relax.. i’m still inside you.. i’ve got you..”

it’s hard for him to not be able to see your face after he orgasms. to not be able to hold you, and be held. but he knows he’s gotta listen and calm down if he wants to get what he needs. he has to let you take care of him. and god, you do it best.

“o-okay.. can you just hold my hand?”

it’s a simple request but it’s something that makes your chest ache. his hand raises from where it lays and opens up in anticipation. its a silent plea.

your fingers slide between his and interlock.

“i’m here.”

he lets out a breath he’s been holding in. slow, shaky, relieved.

“you’re here.”

[harmonysanreads]

Phainon would 100% snatch your phone away if he caught you using it for too long and not giving him your attention as a result, hold it high up far away from your reach and even master some kind of a sleight of hand to hide it from you quickly.

[deusfoundry]

sylus making sure his kpop fan girlfriend doesn't have to drop a dime nor stress over attending her fav's concert.

ticketing day is spent with a ton of devices sprawled on the living room floor of his mansion all waiting to get into the queue. he's even got luke and kieran in on it. and if for some reason his outrageously fast internet speed fails and you don't manage to secure a ticket, he's already pulling the strings and using his connections to get you that front row seat. he puts himself in charge of everything—booking accomodations, planning your itinerary, making sure his private jet is ready so that all you have to worry about is what you'll wear, and even that is taken care of by his black card.

he's with you throughout the entire day of the concert. he holds onto two bags—one filled with your essentials and the other with freebies and trinkets you've collected from fellow fans—as he follows you around the venue with that lovesick smile of his. he only ever leaves your side when he goes to buy you some snacks and water.

and best believe he learned most of the songs your favs are performing so he can sing along with you during the concert itself, which he records the entirety of on his tablet so you're free to enjoy the show without having to worry about not having photos and videos to remember it by.

the night ends with you on his back, your platform boots on one of his hands as he carries you to the parking lot. he listens as you recount the entire night to him in excitement, chuckles as you squeal and squirm in the passenger seat over every time you swear your bias made eye contact with you as though he wasn't there to see it all.

you fall asleep eventually, to the low hum of traffic and his hand drawing circles over your thigh. and as sylus eyes your sleeping figure, he swears he'll do it all over again just to see that small smile that blooms on your face.

[batdust]

Assigning the Batboys: Cologne

Bruce -

Deep, mature, and a bit mysterious. Elegant and floral with a timeless element to it. A blend of masculine and feminine scents in a classy and almost gothic way, fairly vampire-esque. Or like a man in a classic noir film.

Bruce would realistically have his own scent that was commissioned by a perfumer who takes like 2 clients a year HOWEVER I think it would be something like this

The floral and powdery elements that allow the scent to be more unisex would lend to the more Brucie side of his persona

This scent is also pretty divisive, some hate it, some love it, which feels very Bruce

Understands that he should smell good, but wouldn't give it too much thought past liking the scent I think.

Dick -

Smells fresh and blue. It's oldschool but can last as timeless. Has both an energy and sportiness mixed with a more elegant and mature drydown. Clean yet deep like Dick.

This is a pretty old scent so it has an element of nostalgia, particularly tied to the 80s which feels like a Dick era (discowing moment)

Smells a bit clean like shaving cream which is something he would like.

Bruce probably tried this at some point during his childhood and he just latched on and didn't let go.

There is a sense of familiarity attached to it for Dick and also a bit of drama that feels appropriate for the undercurrent of darkness he has

Jason -

Unwavering and distinct smell of leather. A highly aggressive scent that settles into something much smoother and softer with florals and a hint of spice. It makes a statement with a leather scent that is somehow earthy, animalic, and dark at once.

Incredibly divisive, it's just not a scent one feels moderately about, which perfectly describes Jason.

The way the scent settles and softens after coming off incredibly harsh and leathery also feels befitting of Jason.

I like to think that he started with Tom Ford Noir when he was much younger to be like Bruce; and then once he was older and everything was different he picked out something vaguely familiar.

Just feels very distinct and black sheep-ish to me, like a scent that could blend in with his lifestyle while making him smell good too.

Tim -

Sophisticated but aromatic. Citrusy and woody with a bit of depth to it, like a sunny day in a strange way. Has elements of smoke and spice but is harmonious enough to be versatile. Complex and deep underneath the clean citrus providing a more classy and dark feeling to an otherwise fresh and youthful scent.

The brighter, fresher, and cleaner opening feels like a representation of Tim's outward rich boy everyman presentation, youthful and fairly unassuming but pleasant

As it transitions into the deeper, much more musky, woody, and even spicy drydown, we get more of Tim's true personality, deep, thoughtful, and sharp

Tim is a rich boy at heart so he would also likely have some sort of custom commissioned cologne that he wears to everything but it would have some level of depth like this

I don't think Tim, much like Bruce, would worry much about this, but would still smell good everywhere he goes and this scent is safe enough to wear in most settings.

Duke -

A well rounded gourmand fragrance that manages to stay fresh and pleasant. With fruity top notes that blend with the prominent smell of hazelnut, it's warm, playful, and youthful. Sweet and unique but not cloying as it is balance out by a crisp and bright touch. The initial spray of fruit and ozonic notes drydown into sweets and earth in a way that is both bold and comforting.

This is genuinely just a really good smelling scent, and I just know that Duke would smell so good all the time. There is just an element of general likeability that I associate with Duke.

There is something distinct and different about this scent in a fun and carefree-ish way, feels impulsive and fresh like Duke.

Duke is someone who pretends to not be very concerned with this kind of stuff but if questioned will admit to doing a bit of research before purchasing, he probably honestly had fun too.

The sweetness of the initial scent seems to reflect Dukes polite outward behavior while the deeper and smoother drydown that still manages to remain playful fits Duke well the closer you get to him.

Damian -

The scent of Oud blended with rose and hinds of gormound elements like chocolate and vanilla. A powerful smell that remains very unisex and has a level of class to it. Beside it, a perfume with layers of flowers, leather, and spice. With undercurrents of wood and musk, the scent is more masculine yet still heavily features rose. Very distinct and lush, these scents are both deep, dark, and sweet.

Clearly there are two bottles here, but that's for the specific reasons that I think Damian would be more accustomed to using Oud over cologne, but would try both, and that I think he would genuinely enjoy picking scents.

I know in canon that Talia tends to have a floral scent (Jasmine and Rose of Taif) so I wanted Damian to follow in her footsteps in that way, though not exactly, so I figured maybe standard rose

Damian, much like Bruce and Tim, would probably have his own signature custom scent but it would be sort of like these

As Damian transitions further into adulthood I feel like his scent would shift a lot in comparison to the others who would stay more or less the same; A more mature Damian would lose some of the sweetness in the scent in embrace something dark, sharper, and more polarizing like Bruce and Jason I think, but until his like early/mid twenties I think it would be more like this

a/n; Happy (late) Valentines day! I kind of want to think about what they naturally smell like next.are Also this isn't edited so please excuse any grammar mistakes.

[isagispuzzle]

rin shows his love for you in little ways.

everyone knows rin has a rigid routine he sticks to everyday without fail. he wakes up at six, takes a deep breath, stretches, and meditates before he starts on whatever he has to work on that day. at night, he revises soccer strategies, meditates again, drinks a glass of water, and goes to bed at eleven. rin believes his routine is the basis of his success in soccer, and thinks he'll never change it for the world.

but when you enter the picture, he finds himself staying in bed just five minutes longer to bask in your warmth a little more and preparing breakfast for you after his morning yoga. when he's home from training, he runs the bath for you to use before him, cuts fruit after dinner to share with you, and meditates with your hand in his.

you know rin loves you through the little things he does for you, but to rin, his love for you is enough to take apart his routine and piece it back together around you, even if it could cost him everything he's done for soccer thus far.

[yaamatic]

So...the new event, huh?

[jtoddsangel]

sweet carolina.

jason todd who takes up flower biology, studying what flowers are in season at what times so he knows exactly what to get you. only the best for his pretty girl.

in early spring, he makes you daisy crowns and gives you daffodils, adorn in shades of bright yellow to pale white, primroses, violets and harebell. all displayed in that lovely vase he watched you eye in the boutique last week.

in the summer, there's a fresh bowl of strawberries and sliced mango next to a vibrant bouquet of calendula, pink and yellow lantanas, white zinnias, and transvaal daisies. you share lemonade and try it with rosemary blossoms because apparently they're edible.

in the fall, along side alfred's wonderfully made pumpkin pie, there is a bunch of orange chrysanthemums and goldenrods. and he gives you a vase of snowdrops and lenten roses in the winter. not without a kiss underneath the mistletoe though, of course.

you have a journal, multiple actually, full of every different flower he has given you, all pressed against the pages. you write each other love notes, and sometimes jane austen quotes, between the free space.

[ghouldtime]

Neighbor! König Part 2

Part One

Part Three

After you expressed interest in his miniature collection, he actually actively OFFICIALLY invited you over one evening (and inside!)

It may not sound like much to most to be invited into someone's house but for him, it's the ultimate trust. His house is his private space, his sanctuary, where he goes to be without other people

He doesn't ever invite anyone inside unless necessary or they've truly gained his trust and being invited INTO his house, and actually into a shared space of one of the hobbies that matter the most to him?? Yeah, that's how he says he likes you

He's been working on his models and dioramas for so so long he's incredibly proud and can't help but to want to actually show them off to someone who wants to see

Usually most people don't care :( or think it's weird

But you've embraced it! You're so excited and he's over the moon, he's having the best day ever, if you do research and bring him gifts or show him some new ideas

He has exquisite attention to detail and INSISTS on everything being exactly the way he envisions it. And you notice! You actually notice. Which means you care about his hobbies, the work he puts in, and therefore him

It might be a bit early to say the L word but he's feeling certain ways

He may be a big dude but that doesn't mean he lacks fine motor skills. He's laying those tiny pieces of moss onto the cobble stones like a PRO

Miniatures allow him control over the environment, even if it's on a smaller scale, and offer a way to keep his hands and mind busy so he often throws himself into it

It also helps him relive happier memories. He's afraid of forgetting them and when he's stressing, it's his happy place because he can look at them and simply remember the things in life that matter

He'll ask you about a story you like or a favorite show or book or movie. That's his next miniature planned (in secret. Can't ruin the surprise, he needs to have it all perfect. He will either read the book, watch the movie, will study EVERY detail)

He will start to invite you over when he's having a painting night or is working on them. You don't have to follow his rules or do what he wants! He's just happy you're there and appreciating it

He will always have your favorite snacks and drinks in stock too. Need to make it fun and can't have you going hungry

If you want, he'll put on background noise! He's happy to make it immersive and to light a candle or put something in a diffuser to really set the scene you're going for. But he's perfectly happy to hangout with you as is

You'll finally get to hear him laugh and hear his really, really bad jokes. He has a dry sense of humor and most of what he says isn't even close to funny, he's awkward like that

But if you laugh? That's it, he's sold.

Time flies so fast when you're over, you don't even realize it's 3am

You don't need to go home! I know it's right across the street but he has a guest room and it saves you the trip in the morning. You have a whole nother round of characters to paint :)

Okay maybe it was an excuse so you could see the curtains he'd made and the pillows and he decorated the guest room with! Like actually tried decorating. They're made with love, that's what counts right?

Did he spray the pillows with his cologne before you came over? Maybe, but he won't ever admit to it

You can't complain. Not when he insists it's no trouble at all, you should stay over, and he does everything he can to make you comfortable.

And you're certainly not complaining when you wake up to breakfast in bed

He's so happy to finally have someone to share his life with, even if it's nothing official. He might not say it because words are hard, but he'll always show it in every way that he can 💚

If you look closely at the replica he made of his childhood home, you'll notice two figures in the kitchen who just so happen to look like you and him

Proud believer of König being just a guy! A guy with hobbies! A guy with a calm domestic life! Just because he's a private military contractor doesn't mean he's a constantly violent dude or a guy who lacks an immense amount of respect for boundaries. Sure, he gets really into his job when he does it, but that's his realm! That's his zone. That's why he's confident and having fun, he knows he's good

Outside of work, he's just a guy with a troubled childhood making the best of life and trying to find his own sense of belonging, happiness, and peace

Justice for König, he's not an insane perv or some freakytron or some stalker :(

[manluvers]

a/n: this post is dedicated to my frien rwibbonss on insta bc she has gave me this idea for hobbie !!!! So hope u enjoy this is fluff btw :)

cw: kissing, towering, and praises

as you stood at a 5’1 hobbie was 5’11 , very big height difference.

You love how he towers over you, placing soft kisses on your forehead. Having to stand in your tippy toes just to grasp him and his lips to yours.

His cheeky smile as you struggle. “Your so cute doll” he loves how short you are, and he also love how he can pick you up! Literally just picking you up in one swift motion so easily.

You love hobbie. You’d do anything for this man, even if he says he’ll do it. You’ll still do it anyways, he loves it when your stubborn and he kisses your cheeks until you form a smile.

“Comon luv you can’t stay mad at me forever.. not unless I do this!” He says while picking you up as you left out a shocked gasp while he holds you tight in his arms.

“Yknow I love you princess, doll, my baby, mines, I’m so happy your mines” he says between each kiss he plants on you, holding you close hoping you’ll never leave him..

“I love you too hobs” you say you can never be mad at this man.. he’s basically the love of your life !

[pricetagged]

All of the 141 collectively shed a tear when craigslist personals was shut down.

I just know that Captain John Price was frequently perusing the 'w4m seeking sperm donor 4 natural conception' posts :/

[blughxreader]

Do you think Damian acts more childlike to gain more affection from batsis?

platonic yandere! Damian Wayne... HC. he's 13-15 y/o

yeah 100%. He might not even know he's doing it.

I bet it's hard to untangle himself from his co-worker relationship with his father and siblings. Damian always has to be on-guard around them to maintain his competent and reliable appearance, even if he's very comfortable with being his true self. Accidents like spilling tea or tripping are just slightly more embarrassing for this reason.

However Damian doesn't have to worry about being capable around you. His only relationship with you is little brother and big sister, which has implications that he can be as needy and undignified as he wants.

Yes, he's a trained assassin and vigilante, but you don't care about his tactical prowess. Your world revolves around whether to have tea or coffee, what to draw, which new show to watch, (how to cut off the tracker on your wrist, where the surveillance cameras are facing, has your food been tampered with).

So Damian does away with all pretenses and finally acts his age. He doesn't want to impress you as a soldier, he wants to impress you as a little brother.

He needs to be held! He has to watch the birds with you before school. Your attention must be on him instead of his siblings.

Look at this beautiful portrait he painted of you--aren't you proud? Look, he booby-trapped Tim's apartment so he'll be late for dinner, now the two of you have 17 more minutes of alone time, isn't that great? Now hug me hug me hug me hug me hug me hug me please please please please please please

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

-> people stealing, binding and selling fics on Etsy, risking everything that AO3 has built since the Anne Rice lawsuits

-> AI scraping being everywhere and Gen Z seeing nothing wrong with using AI to "help" fanfiction or outright "write it" for them, while older fanfic authors have struggled for years to perfect the style you love

-> comments being down across the board and consumption culture being at an all time high. a fic gets 800 notes practically overnight and doesn't get a single comment (and sometimes I literally have to beg for comments/feedback on my fics when I know that hundreds of people are reading them)

-> me, grinding my teeth while pouring my heart and soul into a 40k fic that I know will be forgotten by fandom in a month or could possibly be stolen to be sold as a "novel": I do this because I love this. I do this because I love this. I do this because it's my passion. I don't want to quit doing something that I love so much.

[satorusluver]

Minors DNI

Can't stop won't stop I'm hyperfixating.

Boyfriend Gojo Satoru who sees cumming in you as giving you his love. Letting him cum in you is such an act of trust and he sees it as the ultimate form of intimacy.

Even though he knows you're on birth control and have virtually no chance of having his baby, he can't help but love the idea of your womb being full of his cum, full of his seed. In his mind it marks you as his.

One time when he found out a coworker had been flirting with you, he fucked you right before you left for work. Didn't matter that you were fully dressed already, he just hiked your skirt up, pulled your panties aside and fucked you right up against the kitchen counter, his fat cock stuffing you full until you came all over it and he came in you, shooting thick ropes of cum as deeply as he could. Then he pulled out and readjusted your underwear, knowing damn well you'd be leaking his fluid onto them throughout the work day.

Sometimes he'll even choose to stay perfectly still when he cums in you because "want you to feel it, baby." He'll grip your waist tight and push all the way in until the tip of his dick kisses your cervix and then he'll cum hard, not moving a muscle so you can feel how his dick twitches with every spurt of thick, hot seed that floods your womb.

"You feel how much I love you, baby?"