#i have house of leaves and some other stuff too...

[venenna]

may i request rin, isagi, sae with an s/o who is unathletic pls!! like bad at sports in general (cause i've never been good myself 💔)

She's a runner she's.....a track star??

A/n: this is so ass but like i did my best 💔💔💔💔, zont bully me sjjskekeke, some crack silly stuff, ALSO other requests will get done at some point dw!!!!

Rin:

-Will bully you a bit

-At first he'd be like "Lukewarm, just excuses you can walk up the stairs"

-Will make you participate in his runs from time to time "You're in the house lazing around all the damn time, outside now!"

-Later on after falling down the stairs or fainting, too much for his liking, he'd be nicer and take a bit more breaks with you, will still force you to participate tho...

-And no he didn't carry you after passing out you're imagining it!!!

Bonus:

+after fainting for the first time around him, he was so fucking worried but hid it while giving you a piggy back ride home, he may or may not forbid you to do anything in the house for a week (yes rin gets a bonus cuz he my bae)

Isagi:

-Momsagi making a comeback with this one, one worried bf you got

-First time when he asked you to run with him you were so out of breath after barely 50m and he was high-key panicking "OMG ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED TO SIT DOWN?!?"

-Will have some candy and water on him in case you feel dizzy

-He still brings you with him so you can get some vitamin D (you hermit need to touch grass), he'd leave you on a bench with something to keep you occupied like some kid

-Overall he'd be understanding

Sae:

-Not as forceful as his brother, will make you go to gym with him for your own health

-Will not believe you're unathletic "That's a dumb excuse, now on the treadmill"

-Once while you were fighting for your life on the treadmill while he stood beside you making sure you actually put in effort he increased the speed "You should do something more challenging" "SAE NO-" as soon as it sped up you fell face first, hard

-Feels guilty but won't let it show, and suddenly you'd get a lot more gifts than usual

-Since then he never questioned how you used machines, will still tease you about falling

[devilmaymetalgear]

That was a long time ago

swap/evil au!Dante x childhood friend!Reader

Cw: a lot of exposition, dmc3 Dante, gn!reader, this is more of an intro post for the au so I could practice writing him, use of baby and sweetheart, next post WILL be smut with an older evil Dante where he actually is horrible, he's just a little mean in this ❤️

(THIS IS ANOTHER AU I DONT ACTUALLY THINK DANTE WOULD DO ANY OF THIS SHIT IN MAINLINE)

A/n: i have not played dmc5 in a while and forget what the fuck the area around their house looks like, so play along if there's not a forest nearby. I also like... i dont know what happened near the end, its not verg good

He remembered that fateful day. He was left alone, sparring outside. Vergil said he wanted to keep reading his dumb poetry. It was quiet, that familiar of bugs was missing. The chirping of birds gone silent. It was as if time went still.

He didn't notice it at first, that buzzing in the back of his mind that made him want to flee. He probably should of. At 8 years old his mother left him to die. Thrown to the wolves. Thrown to the demons, more accurately.

He watched as the house burned down to ash, the smoke high in the sky. Even as he fled, running for his life, he could see that smoke high in the sky.

And he remembered the days before that. Where he played with his brother and his friend. His secret friend. Mother and father were always worried about them, said they couldn't go too far off the property. But Dante never listened.

He saw another kid in the woods next to his house, plucking some of the wild flowers from the ground. Placing them into their little basket. They looked so excited with each little flower they plucked. And Dante never got to hang out with other kids his age. He crept into the forest, dodging every little leaf and twig that if crunched could scare them.

"Hii!" He shouted, watching them look up.

"Hi?" You waved back at him nervously, and he watched as you stood up straight from the ground.

"Who are those flowers for?" He pointed down at the basket, stepping in front of you.

"They're for my mom. She told me not to come over here but they're just so pretty. Look!" You held your hand up to his face, a small, red wildflower limp between your fingers.

"Can I pick some?" Reaching towards the ground, he grasped at the little flowers, squishing them in his hands. The delicate petals fell onto the ground, leaving partial, crumpled stems in his hands. He was about to give up and sulk, stomp off to go bother Vergil and hope that'll make him feel better.

But you reached out, gently picking up another flower of the ground. Setting into his hand as carefully as you can.

"Now you have one to give to your mom."

Thats all he can remember. His head aches if he thinks about it anymore. That's all he needs to remember anyway.

Why would he ever sit and daydream about the eight year old you, when he's got the smoking hot adult you?

"Dante.." You mutter, gazing down at the rubble and gore beneath temen ni gru. Hundreds dead or injured, the squeals of demons feasting ringing out loud enough for the next city over to hear. His hand tightened around your hip, pulling you close.

"Yeah, baby?" He snaps out of whatever place his mind was, a sharp grin on his face. He looked a little too delighted staring at the gore below him. Like a king on his throne. You wouldn't be surprised if he saw himself as one. "You like what you see, right?"

"It's... definitely something!" His hand drifts lower, resting right on your ass. As much as the urge to swat his hand away rises in you, staring at all the viscera makes you rethink that. "A little... excessive, don't you think? Couldn't we have done this somewhere more... rural? Not right in the middle of the busiest part of town?"

He snickered, leaning into you and glancing over. "I forget how stupid you are when it comes to hellgates and stuff. We can't just move a hell gate, baby. That's where it is so that's where it comes up. Not my fault that I killed a few people."

"You're the one who raised the hellgate! If you didn't raise it then those people wouldn't have died!"

He went quiet, snarling a little. He dipped his head a little lower, his nails digging into your skin.

"If you talk back like that again, I'll throw you down there with them since you pity them so much. You humans are so fragile, any time someone dies you just have to whine about it." He rolled his eyes, as if you were complaining about spilt milk.

He adjusted his grip on you, grabbing your wrist and walking away from the edge.

"Enough of this anyways, I've got a reunion party to plan."

Intro to the au next post WILL be sloppy pervert sex leave me recommendations for what he should do pls ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Sirius is nervous because it’s been a long time 👀 Headcanons

♡ Sirius grew up in the 60’s and 70’s which is the time period of the Sexual Revolution (sex becoming less stigmatized, the second-wave feminism movement, etc.), but I imagine the wizarding world is quite behind the times in regards to social politics. Especially pureblood and half-blood families that don’t follow muggle culture.

♡ So I headcanon purity culture was still pretty rampant in Sirius’s day.

♡ That’s not to say Sirius is completely inexperienced. He was a handsome, popular, charismatic rebel, spending nine months out of the year at a co-ed boarding school. Some stuff was bound to happen.

♡ But it was few and far between. Usually some hand stuff, maybe some mouth stuff, and very rarely—the real stuff.

♡ And before he knows it he’s a single, thirty six year old man trapped in his parent’s house. He’s known nothing but loneliness, starvation, and survival mode for the last thirteen-ish years of his life. He hasn’t had the time or energy to even think about a woman—let alone touch one.

♡ Imagine his nerves when he meets you and there’s an immediate chemistry. Lingering glances, prolonged eye contact, and perhaps a few unnecessary (but not inappropriate) touches.

♡ There was one time you innocently patted his thigh as you stood up from the dining room table, and Sirius had never felt more foolish or immature as when he felt the undeniable truth of his prick stiffening in his trousers.

♡ Then came the seemingly inevitable—the two of you left alone, sharing a bottle of wine and sitting too-closely together on the sofa. Sirius catches you glancing down at his lips every so often, and he feels grateful for the liquid courage. He can’t imagine how he’d fare sober if he’s still feeling this nervous after two glasses of wine.

♡ Sirius kisses you first. It’s short—only lasting a second or two as he pulls away to gauge your reaction. He feels a surge of excitement and confidence as you don’t allow him to pull away for long, softly cupping his bearded cheek and pulling him in for more.

♡ From there, it’s just like riding a broom. You never forget.

♡ Things progress slowly. It’s almost an agonizing pace as it doesn’t take much from you to get his cock hard, but it’s a necessary evil. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of his shaft rubbing against his pants, he wants to take his time in order to be sure it doesn’t end too quickly. Not even just for you, but for this sake of his own pride, he needs this to be a good experience.

♡ Sirius is well aware of how long it’s been for him, so he’s not ignorant to the fact that he won’t last long once he’s finally able to feel his cock inside you. There’s no outcome where he won’t burst within the first few minutes.

♡ So once the two of you have reached the bedroom, Sirius is sure to spend an ample amount of time with his face between your legs. He’s unwilling to detach his mouth from your cunt until your legs are shaking, and the only noises leaving your mouth are different variations of swear words, his own name, God, and Merlin.

♡ He’s mildly surprised and quite happy with how well he’s done. He was foolishly half expecting the clit to have moved to an unidentified spot within the last ten or so years. Thankfully, female anatomy hasn’t changed any during his drawn out stint of celibacy.

♡ As expected, he doesn’t last long once he’s finally sunken himself into your sopping wet cunt. With your body flush with his, your legs wrapped around his hips, and moaning deliciously into his ear, no amount of forced thoughts about quidditch or reciting correct wand movements could prevent him from bursting ropes of cum as deeply into your pussy as he can reach.

♡ By the end of it all, Sirius wasn’t sure why he was even nervous in the first place.

♡ (For the next day or so, you get a few questionable looks from the others as Sirius struts around Grimmauld Place happily singing his favorite tunes)

[roanofarcc]

BABYDOLL: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. GAME OVER

jj maybank x fem!routledge OC // read on Ao3

In which a boy with zero self preservation falls in love with a girl clawing at life.

chapter summary. it's a race to flee the island, but a sick twist of fate lands lottie in the hands (or fists) of the local drug dealer and the island's newest murderer.

note: rafe and barry are EXTRA assholes in this chapter; it's still canon-level violence but only read what you're comfy with! ALSO! we're two chapters away from the end of s1!!

word count. 3.7k || masterlist

previous chapter < >next chapter

Lottie awoke with an ache in her neck and was only half well-rested. The events of the day prior had knocked her out, but the looming sense of dread and anticipation kept her mind spinning even in her dreams. Sirens still echoed now and then outside, which eased Lottie with the thought of her brother still evading the police. He just had to steer clear of trouble until three, when they planned to meet up. 

After a quick snack courtesy of Kie’s clueless parents, they started prepping for John B. and Lottie’s getaway. Pope volunteered to get gas from his parents' shop, leaving the other three to start packing for the trip. 

Kie had gathered a collection of food that would tie them over for a while. JJ and Lottie worked on packing it in bags and a small cooler they were also stealing from Kie’s parents. 

“Do you think this’ll be enough?” asked Kie, placing her hands on her hips with worry pinched in her face. 

“For a couple of weeks at least,” JJ replied. “That should be all you guys will need.” He kept his eyes focused on the counter in front of him. He had hardly spared a glance at Lottie since they woke up, and she noticed rather quickly. That wasn’t like JJ. It was like he was avoiding her, somewhat. The brushing off of Lottie’s concern last night must’ve still been on his mind. That was the only thing Lottie could think that would cause him to act that way. 

Lottie tried, once again, to meet his eyes, but he did not even seem to notice her gaze on him. 

“There’s a case of water in the back-” Kie started to say before JJ cut her off by volunteering to grab it. He slipped away as Kie made a face and said, “He’s being weirder than normal.” 

“I know,” Lottie said, relieved that someone else noticed it too. She found herself picking at her nails again, which she had done a number on yesterday. They looked like hell and stung, but she continued to pick at the broken skin. 

Kie’s gaze fell onto Lottie’s hands. She reached under the counter and handed Lottie a lighter to fiddle with instead. 

“I don’t know why he’s being weird,” Lottie continued, directing her energy onto the lighter. “We were fine yesterday until we got here to crash.” 

Kie brushed a few stray curls behind her ear and shrugged. “It’s probably just ‘cause you and John B. are setting sail. He might just be worried; we all aren’t super thrilled you guys are leaving, but it’s not like there’s much of a choice, which sucks. JJ’s just not one to talk about his feelings.” 

“Yeah,” Lottie sighed. “But he’s usually not like that with me.” 

It wasn’t easy to get JJ to talk about anything without him brushing it off for making a joke about it, but if anyone could, it was Lottie. She didn’t know why exactly that was the case, but it had been like that since they were little. 

Kie seemed ready to say something else, but she pressed her lips into a thin line when JJ returned and swallowed whatever she was about to say. 

“All right,” JJ said, setting the case of water on top of the cooler. “Anything else?” 

Lottie patted her pockets and realized that she had left nearly everything at her house, besides a few items forever stuck inside the Camerons’ mansion. All she had on her was her cellphone, which held her ID and five bucks in the back of the case. 

“I need to go home,” she said. “I have a stash of cash and some stuff I can’t leave without.” 

“The place is definitely staked out, Lot. There’s no way you’ll be able to stroll up there without being ambushed by cops,” Kie said. 

“I know, but I think I’ve gotta risk it.” There was a whole house of memories she was leaving behind; she had to take some things with her, memories of her mom and dad that she couldn’t part with. It was risky and probably not the smartest idea, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave without taking something to hold on to. 

“If the cops try to question me, I’ll play the distressed sister of a ‘murderer’ who’s grabbing her shit to stay at friend's house. I’ll tell them I have no clue where John B.” 

Kie and JJ didn’t seem to like the idea, just from the looks on their faces. “They could still detain you or follow you and screw up the plan,” JJ said, a slight edge to his voice. 

“I’ll try to throw them off or make something up. But I’ll try not to get caught at all. As my brother would say I’ll do some ‘super secret spy shit’ or whatever. In and out. They won’t even know I was there.” Lottie knew her house better than any policeman did. She knew every window that didn’t lock, creaky floorboard, and the quickest and easiest way to sneak in and out. 

Their dad had never been super strict, but there were times when she and John B. had sunk back in after a party a couple of times. Lottie had also snuck JJ into her house when their dad was home, who was not a fan of boys in his daughter’s bedroom, even if it was just JJ. She was fairly confident she could evade the cops long enough to sneak in, grab what she needed, and slip out without detection. 

“All right,” Kie relented. “Take my bike, it’s out back. We’ll load up this stuff and get the boat.” 

Lottie nodded, and Kie started to haul the bags of food toward where her car was parked in the front. JJ hesitated, finally looking at Lottie. 

She hesitated to leave, too. “Do you think your dad’s gonna be home when you go to look for the keys?” she asked, remembering she had promised that they’d all try to help him find the keys to his dad’s boat, so he wouldn’t have to face the man alone, not after what he had done to JJ last time he had gone home. 

With a shrug, he said, “Probably. Passed out though, if I’m lucky.” 

Something in Lottie’s gut twisted uncomfortably. “You know, I could hold off on my stuff and come with you-” 

JJ cut her off with a quick shake of his head. “No, Lot. It’s my dad. I can handle stealing a set of keys from him. You got your shit to do. We’ll meet back up later.” 

“Just…be careful, okay?” 

A half-smile graced his lips before he replied, “You too.” 

Staying off the main roads, Lottie did her best to avoid getting caught before she even made it to the Chateau. The distant howl of sirens both unsettled and eased her worries, knowing they were close but also that they were still searching for John B. How he managed to continue to evade them, Lottie didn’t know, not when it seemed like the entire island was hell-bent on bringing him in. But being a Pogue made you crafty, especially when it came to the cops. 

Not long after crossing over into the Cut, the sound of buzzing pricked her ears. She spared a glance over her shoulder, keeping the handlebars straight, and spotted not one, but two motor bikes running up on her quickly. At first, Lottie thought it was Pope, but the accompanying bike confused her. 

She turned her head and kept her gaze focused on the road in front of her, staying near the edge to allow the bikes to pass, but they slowed as they neared her. One of them cut in front of her and stopped abruptly. Lottie panicked and jerked the handlebars to the right, sending her and Kie’s bike off the road. She dropped her feet from the pedals and forced the bike to a stop. 

The other bike parked beside the first one, and two helmet-clad boys jumped off. Lottie gently laid Kie’s bike on the grass and hid her shaking hands in tight fists at her sides, ready to tell off whoever the idiots where who ran her off the road, but as they pulled off their helmets, Lottie’s anger twisted into something more nervous, fearful even but with an undertone of rage that simmered in her veins. 

Rafe and Barry. The local murderer and drug dealer, two people Lottie never wanted to find herself alone with, ever. Too much shit had gone down between the groups for any interaction to be not fueled by a hateful fire. 

Lottie took a step back as they stalked forward, her foot hitting the bike’s wheel. 

Rafe held up his hands, almost mockingly, as he said, “Look, we don’t want any trouble.” His tone indicated the opposite. 

From around him stepped Barry, a gun clutched in his hand. Lottie’s heart dropped into her feet. Suddenly, she was right back on the roadside when Barry tried to rob them of their gold. That time, she at least had her friends and brother to take control of the situation, but she was all alone now. The heavy weight of panic pressed down on her chest uncomfortably, but she tried to keep her cool. 

“Then what’s with the gun?” she said slowly, eyeing Barry as he stepped closer with eyes narrowed dangerously. 

“I’m lookin’ for your bitch-ass friend,” he spat. “Don’t think I forgot that lil’ stunt y’all pulled. I want my fucking money back.” 

A part of Lottie was relieved that JJ wasn’t with her. Sure, he’d know how to wriggle out of that situation, but not without shared black eyes and bruised knuckles. But without JJ there, Barry couldn’t hurt him the way he clearly wanted to. The money was gone, but she wasn’t going to be the one to tell Barry that. 

Lottie swallowed thickly, her throat burning like she was close to crying, but she forced her emotions down. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” she said. 

Rafe cleared his throat and pushed Barry’s arm down to the gun wasn’t pointed directly at Lottie. She didn’t want to be, but she was a little bit grateful for that. “Just tell us where your brother is. That’s all we want to know.” 

That look was back in his eyes, a crazed glint halfway hidden behind the rich smugness of a Kook. Maybe he was high again, either on coke or the murder he just committed. 

“I don’t know where he is.” Which was true, but it would also be a cold day in Hell before Lottie ever sold out her brother to anything , especially Rafe Cameron. 

A dry, humorless laugh left Barry’s lips. “You don’t know shit, huh?” 

Lottie took another step back, half tripping over the bike before Rafe caught her wrist so she couldn’t put any more distance between them. His fingers dug into her skin harshly, but just for a moment before he relented just slightly. 

“Don’t touch me,” Lottie said through gritted teeth. She attempted and succeeded in pulling her wrist out of his grasp before holding it to her chest. 

“Listen to me-” Rafe snapped, his voice low and attempting to leave no room for whatever argument she had. But Lottie cut him off, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she realized her mistake. 

Pissing off Rafe Cameron never ended well, but the Pogues had a hard time learning that lesson. Lottie thought she knew it well enough, but when faced with the blond asshole, it was hard not to dig under his skin the same way he did.

“No,” she said. “I’m not ratting out my brother or my friends to fucking murderer.” 

He stilled, nose twitching and jaw tightening. “What’d you just say?” He reached out again, that time grabbing her arms with a fierceness that startled Lottie even more than she had already been. His breath was hot, seething as he stood nose to nose with the bike in the grass, not doing much to separate them. 

If any of her friends were there, they would have met Rafe’s anger with their own. And if anyone had the right to be angry, it was Lottie. God, she was so angry that they were in that position in the first place. She was angry at the Cameron men most of all. 

“I know you killed Peterkin.” 

Maybe it was a trick of the sunlight, but Lottie could have sworn she saw the smallest hint of panic in Rafe’s eyes at her words, before it was washed away by a wave of anger. He pushed her back, hard. She lost her balance and landed on the grassy embankment. 

There was no time for her to react before Rafe towered over her. “Shut up!” he yelled before threading his fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends. “Shut up! 

He looked like he was losing it, and Lottie didn’t want to be there when that happened. She took a book from John B. and JJ’s book, delivering a quick kick to Rafe’s shin and catching him off guard. He cursed and hopped back, tripping over the bike. 

Lottie started to crawl away, putting some distance between herself and Rafe before she attempted to stand up. But she had momentarily forgotten about Barry and the fact that she was outnumbered. He rounded Rafe with his own mutterings of curses and, in retaliation for kicking Rafe, sunk his dirty boot into Lottie’s back. 

She had been half-way standing, still bent over, before his kick sent her sprawling back out against the grass, face first that time. Her nose caught the ground before her hands could prevent the blow. 

Pain exploded in her face, bringing tears to her eyes that refused to be shoved down. The click of a gun cocking pushed Lottie right over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in the grass as a sob pushed its way through her lips. 

“Don’t be stupid, bitch,” Barry said, right behind her. 

She didn’t move. The sound of blood rushing in her ears was almost louder than the boys. She faintly heard Rafe mutter, “I’m not a murderer.” A beat. “I did what I fucking had to do!” 

The boom of his voice caused Lottie to seize up, her whole body pulled tight like a rubber band, terrified of snapping. A hand roughly grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to roll over. Hovering over her was a smirking Barry, still with a gun in his hand aimed at her. “I’m gonna give you one more chance-” 

Rafe cut him off as the distant sound of sirens echoed through the air. “He can’t be far,” he said. “Just forget her. We’ll find him ourselves, follow the cops, but find him first. We’re wasting time here.” 

He shot Lottie one last look before he turned on his heel and left. Barry lingered for a moment, leaning down close, waving the gun around like it was a toy and not something that could kill with ease. 

“Your friend’s got another thing comin’. No one steals from me and gets away with that shit.” He followed Rafe, the two of them starting their bikes and taking off without so much as another glance in Lottie’s direction. 

She waited until the sound of their bikes faded to sit up. Her chest ached, her back hurt, but most of the pain was in her face. She licked her lips as something wet coated them, only for an awful metallic taste to fill her mouth. Using the sleeve of her flannel, she wiped under her nose, staining the fabric red. 

If Topper’s elbow hadn’t broken her nose at the boneyard, her face planting sure did. It hurt worse than that night on the beach, or maybe she just didn’t have the help of alcohol on her side. 

She needed to move, bike up Kie’s bike, and pray she could make it to her house and to the dock in time to leave with John B. But she couldn’t get herself to stand up. She needed to toughen up, swallow the pain, and go through with their plan. But she just couldn’t. 

Her mind yelled at her as she brought her knees into her chest and buried her head in them. The tightness in her body snapped, showering her in a quick fit of tears. It hurt to breathe, to even out the air in her lungs. 

On the side of the road, she heaved in fresh air, wishing Kie was there to help calm her down. Instead, she was alone, on the side of the road with a broken nose and the time slipping away from her. 

Her phone was tucked away in her pocket, probably with a broken screen from her fall. She didn’t bother checking it and lost track of how long she sat there, sick to her stomach as the blood started to dry in the humid air. She stopped crying, the salty tears clung to her skin as defeat. It was stupid, she knew it was stupid. If she had been Kie or Pope or JJ or her brother, she would have jumped up and taken off like nothing had happened. She'd keep going because that was what the Pogues did. 

Yet, Lottie’s own head pleaded with her to just stop. The gold. Her dad. Ward. Kook vs. Pogues. Agatha. Everything wrapped her up tightly, squeezing the drive out of her. Much like the hurricane that dredged everything up in the first place, Lottie was a storm of feelings, relentless and no good. 

It swept her up, blocking out the outside until a car pulled up beside her with red and blue lights. 

“Hello?” a voice called out. Lottie snapped her head up, spotting two police officers with their hands hovering over their holsters. One good look at Lottie’s face caused them to retract their hands from their hips. 

The male officer sighed and spoke into his radio, “We have a confirmed location on Charlotte Routledge. Bringing her in now.” 

Lottie briefly closed her eyes in both pain and frustration. Of course, the cops found her; she was a sitting duck. 

The female officer knelt in front of her with a sympathetic look on her face. “Did someone hurt you?” she asked. 

The man scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “It was probably her brother.” He didn’t say it with care or concern, only judgment. 

Lottie glared at him, but it became more of a wince than anything as moving the muscles in her face only hurt her nose. “No. It wasn’t my brother. He wouldn’t hurt me or anyone. ” The man rolled his eyes, only pissing her off more. She balled her hands into fists. “He didn’t do it. He didn’t!” Each word came out more frantic than she wanted it to. 

“Calm down,” he patronized. 

“Jim!” the woman snapped, also glaring at the man. “Go wait in the car.” He looked ready to argue, but she left no room for it. “Now!” 

He retreated back to the squad car with a grumble under his breath, leaving the two women alone. Lottie’s chin trembled as she tried to stop another round of tears from spilling out. “He didn’t kill Peterkin.” That time, her voice came out as a whisper. 

“Okay,” she replied softly. Lottie couldn’t tell if the woman believed her or pretended to, so Lottie would cooperate. “Why don’t we head over to the station, get you cleaned up, and take your statement, yeah?” 

It wouldn’t matter, Lottie thought. No matter what she said, no one would believe her word over Ward’s. The only person who would have was dead. 

The officers weren’t going to just let her go, so she nodded and allowed the woman to help her to her feet. In the back of the squad car, Lottie sank down in the seat and wished for the storm to blow over. 

After blood was washed down the sink of the police station, Lottie was left in a stained flannel and shirt, a broken nose, and a feeling of utter dejected. Time passed slowly, like honey, hours ticking away as the window she had to make it to the dock for her getaway trip with John B. It was disastrous, her swollen face and broken plan. 

No one was in the station besides a woman who manned the phones and the two officers who brought her in. It was eerily quiet, due to everyone else being out searching for her brother. 

They had taken her phone, preventing her from contacting her friends to let them know what had happened or to tell John B. to wait for her. Not that she would have. He was likely gone, and a part of her was relieved. The other half of her was devastated. It wouldn’t be forever, only a couple of weeks, they believed.

However, Lottie and John B. had never been apart for longer than a weekend. They were two halves of a whole, even in their older years. Being separated felt wrong. Sticking together was the one thing their dad had instilled in them from a young age. He told them, as long as they had each other, they didn’t need much else. Their dad believed all a person needed was someone to look out for them; he didn’t have that, though, and he ended up dead. 

What if something happened to John B.? 

Lottie shook the thought from her head as quickly as it came. She and the Pogues would flee to Mexico once things cooled down on the island and they'd spend the rest of their lives surfing and sticking together. 

All John B. had to do was make a clean getaway. That was all she had left to hope for. 

The two officers had questioned her extensively about his whereabouts, which she played dumb until the male officer was red in the face. The woman had eventually hung her head and left the room with the man in tow. 

Lottie sat and stared at her reflection in the one-way mirror, mind far away, until the woman came back some time later. “Here,” she said, handing Lottie an ice back and a spare windbreaker. 

With a quiet ‘thanks’ Lottie replaced her bloodied flannel before pressing the pack against her nose. The cold felt nice against her inflamed skin. 

“We’re supposed to bring you to Shoup,” she said, nodding at the door. 

“Where’s Shoup?” 

The woman held open the door and gestured for Lottie to stand up and exit. “You’ll see.”

[n0t-evenhere]

Back at it again at the Krispy Kreme, part three of the Star at night. Shout out to Shoya again for being my editor!

Before you read, this is a warning before the warning labels. This is legitimately considered dead dove according to the guidelines of DD. If there are ANY, and I mean ANY labels that you see that you know you CAN NOT handle. DO NOT READ! Take care of yourself. Seriously, heavy material is in this chapter. If you are still here, enjoy this chapter.

⚠️ warning ⚠️ dead dove 🕊️ , death, heavy themes of mental and physical abuse, use of unorthodox methods of punishment, attempted sexual assault (not Ray), manipulation, emotional unease, trauma, underage possession of alcoholic beverages, and alcohol in general.

If you personally need to take a break will reading, do so. The story will still be here. I promise, come back when ready if you need to. Enjoy the read.

“The Star At Night”

Part 3 “Loss”

The mask was held out for him to take. Its colors burned into his brain. FUCKING STEEL SHERIFF?! This had to be some kind of joke. Ray felt himself claw out past the Binary Star façade. Ray was supposed to be buried deep, wrapped up and lost in the light of Binary Star. This made Ray claw to the surface. Thoughts and feelings rushed to the surface like a dam that had broken and left damage as it went.

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14 years ago

Ray enjoyed the sun while he had it. Based on its position it was probably around three in the afternoon. The hottest part of the day but, hey, at least there was a cool breeze for a day in May like this. The brown sack of groceries held in his arm. He had to admit, having super strength was nice. Groceries felt like nothing. After exiting the store he even helped some old lady carry bags of groceries like it was nothing. Felt good. Ray looked down in the bag. The lady had much healthier stuff than he did. I mean, if Ray would choose he wouldn’t be one to drink beer in whiskey. Just an errand for his…dad. He practically gagged at the thought of that man being his father. He shouldn’t even have the title.

Ray was glad he walked instead of drove, that means he gets to be out of the house for longer. After all, he doesn’t hardly leave, he schools at home because the NAHA doesn’t want him out among other teens his age. Not sure if he’d get into trouble. Besides, the NAHA knew from a report given to them by the steel sheriff that Ray was still dealing with the repercussions of the southern war. He shivered at the thought. Thank goodness he was only a part time hero right now. He’d be stressed to the max. He liked it well enough. Being a hero. Then again, he was always nervous to do the wrong thing though. To mess up. What if he wasn’t the Hero the people wanted? What if he was a mess up? What if he wasn’t what the people needed.

Finally, Ray had made it to the little house that was a bit out of town. Away from prying eyes. He slow played it, walked at a slower pace, hey, the mail is probably here too. Might as well check that. The mail consisted of fan mail, bills, and other things that Ray didn’t really care about. With a sigh he moseyed on up the path to the door. That when a scream pierced through the air, muffled but for Ray, he heard it clear as day.

His blood ran cold, chest tightened painfully in his chest. Felt a little sweaty as his body grew hot. He knew what this meant, someone was inside fighting for themselves. Trying to get away from the hellish nightmare that was Steel Sheriff’s home. Ray felt stuck to that spot, he’s a hero. He’s done this before? Why did it feel so difficult? He knew the answer. Because when he played hero at home? There were consequences. He shook his head, that didn’t matter. Consequences or not…someone needed his help. The grocery bag dropped to the ground, glass breaking, the bag slowly soaking making the paper soggy. As Ray made bounding leaps to the door.

He burst through the door with fever, hurry. His eyes widened at the sight before him. He would think he’d be prepared for it but it’s still shocking every time. “I SAID ONLY ONE TIME! ONE!” The woman beneath Rick cried out as tears streamed down her face. She cringed as Rick kissed and prodded at her body. Her glossy eyes looked at Ray. Her face was bruised, left eye swollen shut. “H-help me. Please.” The woman whines making his heart drop to the floor. “SHE SAID GET OFF!” Ray screamed, rushing Rick, grabbing him by the shoulder tearing him off the woman. Rick flew through the air landing on the glass coffee table with a crash.

Ray knelt beside the woman. “Can you stand?” He inquired, taking the woman’s hand gently. The woman shook her head no. She was panicking, having a hard time trying to get her up. “YOU FUCKIN’ LITTLE BITCH!” Ticked yelled starting to get up. Making Ray panic a little. “It’s okay Ma’am. I’ll help you up but we have to be fast.” With that Ray stood up taking her hand with him pulling her up, before he pulled her along to the front door, making her stumble a little. The front door was still wide open. He pushed her gently out the door. “GO! GET SOMEWHERE SAFE!” Ray cried out, everything running on high alert. The woman stumbled down the walk way sobbing but still out of harm's way. A breath of relief was short-lived.

Rays felt his leg leave the ground as he felt himself being yanked back by his shirt collar. “Boy what did I fuckin’ say would happen when you get in my way?” Rick’s tone was dangerously low before he stopped eating Ray, throwing him against the ugly cream sofa. Before Ray could even get up Rick sat on him, straddling him, keeping Ray pinned to the floor. “What did I tell you? Say it.” Ray swallowed thickly. He hated this, hated him. He should just kill him. Wait…no. No, Ray shook the thought away. No, hero’s don't think like that right? They shouldn’t. A good hero doesn’t think like that. Ray couldn’t fight back, he had nowhere else to go, Rick had ingrained into Ray's mind that no one would take him either.

A tight grip on Ray’s hair snapped him from his thoughts, making him grimace. . “I’m talking to you. I expect a FUCKIN’ ANSWER!” Ray swallowed the lump in his throat as Rick released his hair and pulled a lighter and cigarette from his button up breast pocket. “You…you said that…if I…” this was humiliating. He didn’t want to do this. Even if he tried to keep his voice even, it didn’t work. “If I intervene I’ll take what’s left.” Rick nodded “Atta boy.” Rick took a inhale of smoke before pushing it back out in Ray’s face, making his nose wrinkle. “You ruin everything.” Rick said slowly. “Say it.”

Ray looked up at him, his eyes widening a little. Really? Why? Why was he like this? Rick suddenly pushed the hot cigarette to the skin on Ray’s upper arm. “SAY IT!” Ray cried out, “I RUIN EVERYTHING!” Rick smiles, “SAY IT AGAIN.” Ray shook his head, “Please I-“ his sentence replaced by a yelp. “I RUIN EVERYTHING!” Ray repeated. “SAY IT FOR ME AGAIN BOY! MAKE ME BELIEVE IT!” Ray yelled out in anger, his teeth gnashing, “I. RUIN. EVERYTHING!” Rick nodded, taking another drag. “That’s right. You do ruin everything. Now. Where is my whiskey?” Ray felt his heart sink. A numb feeling coursing through his body. “I…I dropped it.” He mumbled. “What was that boy?” Rick inquired credulously. “I dropped it.” Rick let out a humorless laugh. “Well, today isn’t your lucky day, is it Sun Ray.” Rick reared his fist back.

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Present moment

The memory stopped, the horrid movie in his mind halted. This is it. Sure he lied, he wasn’t going to let these people go. However, he doesn’t remember one thing. Hershel’s special request. Crime rate was going up again. There was an example needed. To be made. He knew he could use Red Diamond to cut them down like he wanted to. After all, there will need to be a cover story so…needs to make sure to leave as little recognition of him as possible. Maybe killing them slowly won’t be too bad. A good release. Binary Star is put up for the next little bit of time. Leaving Ray, and ONLY Ray. He killed the man in his grip gruesomely before the group's very eyes. Just so they can see what’s coming to them. Ray smiled, “I’ll give you a head start. Fair enough? 10…9…get running, 8…” The countdown of the beginning of his hunt.

The countdown felt like a threat, no, worse than that. A promise of impending suffering. Carol and Sam ran at your side down the hall, the countdown of Binary Star feeling as if it was racing with you. “We have to get out of here somehow!” Sam cried out, breath ragged. “The front door is a no go.” Carol commented. That’s when the image of the map flashes into your mind. That’s right, that's it! “I got it! There is an employee exit in the locker room that leads outside! That’s our way out!” You say to the women running beside you. “Perfect, we’ll head-“ Carol stopped talking, only leaving labored breath and the ending of the countdown. “Zero. Countdown is up.” Binary Star called in a teasing tone down the hall.

“We need to hide, we have to separate. We’ll meet in the locker room.” That sounded like a terrible idea. Carol continued on, “One of us has to make it to the locker room.” The way Carol said it left a pit in your stomach. What? One? But what about everyone else? We can- no, I can’t leave anyone behind. You think to yourself. You love these people, they have been here for you for the longest time. You couldn't leave them. They were your family. “Hide!” Carol called.

You push forward, turning down the hall into the Greek exhibit. The room's lights were dim, white marble statues stood tall, historic gods and goddesses stood tall, some of the walls were lined with shields and weapons of all kinds, and stands with vases intercity designed. Footsteps scared you out of your short admiration, practically making you dive for cover behind the large “Venus De Milo” statue. That’s when he started talking. “You know. When I was younger, in my teen years. I used to imagine that people would make statues of me. Would treat me like a god.”

You peek your head around The corner of the statue, there he stood looking up at a statue you went familiar with. He wiped some dust off of it. “And they do. They just don’t tell you how…difficult it really is to be treated as such. The more you are seen. The less you are heard. Well, the fact is that, no one truly sees me. Not really anyways.” Binary Star chuckled a little. “Enough about me. I’d rather talk about you. You and your little “family” as you put it. I have to admit, you have an interesting family trade you have going on.” What? Family, how did he even know that? You never said anything about it? “I can read minds. Just how out of the loop are you?” He jests. That made this so much worse.

Binary Star took a deep breath. “Do you want to know something else? I have great hearing too. I can hear the sound of your heart. The fear. It is funny, two hearts almost beating at the same pace.” What did that even mean?! His words only made your heart beat faster, sweat forming on your brow. He knew you were there, so why did you keep hidden? Your thoughts suddenly were interrupted by the sound of a case breaking. That…wasn’t you. “Ah, someone made the first move. I was waiting for that.” He cooed.

Looking around the statue there stood Sam. Frozen in place, the vase broke to bits on the floor. She looked at you. Her eyes were not even trained on the figure stepping towards her. In a flash he ate up the distance snatching her up by her throat. “What to do with you hm?” He inquired to himself. “What do you think, (you)?” He was calling you out. He must have read her mind or something to get your name. “Ah, creative-“ he looks back at you. Who was now standing away from the statue, Afraid.

He looks back at sam. “Your friend here has quite the wild imagination. She’s thinking of all the possible things I could do to her. Only thing she didn’t account for is that I would use her imagination to think of something. Worse.” In that time of talking you panicked, you could just let Sam die like this. Not if you were there. Your eyes scanned the wall, there wasn’t much but you saw it. The metal throwing disk on the wall. With a tug it came off, you swung it around to throw it at him, hoping he’d drop Sam giving her time to escape. He caught it just before it reached his head. His head slowly turned to face you, a huge unsettling smile on it. “I like the way you think. (You).”

Those words made your heart drop to the floor. “NO!” You screamed as he took the disk and slammed it right into her face once. Just one hit and teeth fell to the floor, drop falling in droplets. She moaned in pain, eyes wide in shock. “SAM! STOP! PUT HER DOWN YOU BASTARD!” You scream, grabbing another weapon, a spear. It’s what you got. You’d use it. Just as you turned around to face him. It was as if he was waiting just for you to look. Sam was gagging, the disk set in her jaw. “Don’t be angry with me, you picked how she dies. Gave me the weapon with your own hands sweetheart.” With a sharp jerk of his gloved hand, Sam’s has fell to the floor with a sickening splatter. Making you drop your spear.

Another scream of horror escaped your lips. Binary star set her down gently, Adam took two wobbling steps toward you, reaching out. Her tongue hung from the absence of her lower jaw. Blood soaking her dark clothing and skin. Sam gurgled and choked before dropping to the floor with a thud. You could stop the tears that began to fall, that quickly turned into sobbing, the sobbing turned into throwing up. “Awww, don’t feel too bad. Her death was decently quick. Besides, kudos to you, you gave me some good entertainment so far.” You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t, you’d be next.

As fast as your legs could carry you, you ran down the hall with fever. Sobs are still wracking your body. The locker room was just up ahead. Not too far. Just as you passed the dinosaur exhibit, Carol came barreling out at the same time. Slamming into you. Her eyes widened. “(you)? Hey, it’s alright. Come here.” Carol grabbed you, pulling you back into the Dino exhibit, cradling you close. “No it’s not alright,” you cried. “I tired to save Sam and he fucking killed her with the disk I threw at him.” Carol attempted to sooth you. “Shhh, you did what you could. We can’t stay here though. We have to leave. Come on. Get yourself together.” With a nod. You follow her out your hand in hers.

Just as you two left the dinosaur exhibit, Binary Star was waiting right there for you with a smile. “Ah, funny running into you here.” Carol and you paused, before she shoved you right into his arms before making a mad dash down the hall. Leaving you in his arms in shock. She just…she just left you. She actually left you! “Mmm, maybe you aren’t really family.” You try to move from his grip, only for his grip to tighten on you. His head turning from Carol's disappearing figure to you. “How does that make you feel? (You)?”

It honestly made you feel disgusted. She was like your mother when you separated from yours. You trusted her. “Say it.” He said giving you a tight squeeze making you yelp. “DISGUSTED! IT MAKES ME FEEL ANGRY!” You cry out. “That’s what I thought. Let’s go pay her a little visit shall we? Maybe even have a little, heart warming chat.” His tone was anything but warm as he dragged you down the hall with him after Carol. Your fighting means nothing against him.

[horrorsequel]

i should read a book too

[atopvisenyashill]

He thought of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow. x

[random-chaos-and-stuff]

Silly Game Time: Have you ever seen or heard a ghost (or what some might've considered to be a ghost)? If so, when and where?

Ohohohohohohoh I’ve been looking for an excuse to share some of this shit.

Short answer, yes, a while ago, twice at my house, and once on an island.

long answer is under the cut because I’ve been looking for an excuse to ramble about this stuff and it got a bit out of hand, aka horrifically long. So just be warned I guess.

So for context my mom’s side of the family has a history of some mildly supernatural stuff happening, and being able to sense stuff and all that jazz. Not in like the Hollywood type of way, just occasional feelings of a presence, or seeing something weird out of the corner of their eye, or encountering something strange for a bit, stuff like that. Overall pretty mild. And lucky me, I got it too. Maybe not ghosts or demons in the traditional sense most of the time, but definitely something else on occasion. Most of them are harmless, or just curious, but some are more malicious and all of that stuff. You can usually tell the difference based off vibes. Now here’s the thing, if you can more easily sense them, they can more easily sense you, and tend to get curious and interact a bit more because of it. I’ve encountered a couple of weird situations, none of which I can logically explain away easily (maybe the last one was my brain playing tricks on me, but considering it was on an island where a murder occurred on the next island over and was known to have many ghosts on it and literal graves I don’t think so), and I’ll share the ones I can think of right now here.

So this first one I don’t actually remember, because I was a newborn at the time. But my mom has told me about it a bunch. She said that when I was a baby and had just been brought home, I’d sometimes start randomly crying in my room. Now all kids do this, but she said I sounded almost scared. I’d always stop a while later, and when they checked on me I was fine. But she said that she felt a weird presence in my room sometimes. Now one time my mom apparently was putting me down for a nap, and I was all fine and dandy, the room all warm, and I went to sleep, and she left. A minute later I started crying really badly, so she rushed in, and apparently caught a flicker of someone looking at me by my crib, and the room was no joke several degrees colder, like actually cold in there. She immediately grabbed me and left the room, before telling whatever it was to leave, because it was scaring me. Sure enough, after that it left, and didn’t come back. It had just been curious.

The next thing I remember encountering was when I was like 10 or 11, it’s hard to remember, and wasn’t really a ghost I don’t think, but it was definitely something else, and it was definitely not nice. It possessed a stuffed monkey toy, one that came with a car in the trunk for some reason, with that cartoony smile and black eyes. It was cute for a while, until one day, it just. Wasn’t. Its face didn’t change, but somehow it felt more malicious, and like there was something behind it that meant us harm. It was in my younger brother’s and I’s room (we shared the room at the time), and there were several occasions when it moved on its own. Every single night it moved a little closer to my brother’s bed, inching across the room every time, though neither of us had touched it out of fear. Finally one day it got too close, and I was scared enough to go throw it out in the kitchen trash (downstairs, and across the hall/house from the at the time family room, which is important later), thinking that it would be gone in the morning. But instead, that morning we found it on the desk in the family room, laying across one of his other toys, as if nothing had happened. (I later asked both my parents and neither one had removed or touched it.) So my brother and I were scared, and I went and put it laying down in the kitchen on the stove, which was completely empty by the way, and went to talk with my brother. When I went back in, it was sitting straight up, propped up against the cookbook on the stove, just… staring. That freaked me out really bad, so I did the only thing my kid brain could think of (based off the limited media I had consumed at that age and what I had) and did an exorcism of sorts. I figured that crosses repelled demons or whatever, right? So I grabbed some lavender cough rub (which ended up working really well), drew a cross on it, and pinned it in a bike helmet so it couldn’t move and hung it in the breezeway. Repeated the cross thing a few more times, until it no longer felt actively malicious, and threw that thing away. It never returned.

Another one was a more complicated one, but I remember it really well. I think it was when I was 12 or 13, again, hard to remember. It was on an island, which was known for among other things, apparently having MANY ghosts, for many reasons. But I was playing a game of manhunt (basically a game of hide and seek mixed with tag for those who don’t know) at night on the island with some other kids in the group I was in, and it was all dark. I had started to feel a bit nervous and also didn’t know how long the game would last, so I started heading back to the hotel area/lawn area with lights and people, the main meeting place where everyone generally is, and people went after getting caught or opting out of the game. I began walking down this path, and kept seeing little blobs of shadow moving out of the corner of my eye, so I kept going to get back to the hotel area, not running or trying to catch their attention (seriously if you don’t need to draw supernatural attention then you probably shouldn’t, it rarely ends well), until I stopped for a moment because I saw a HUGE blob of shadow leap over the path, behind a fence into a garden or something, and disappear. I began walking to a more defined path after that, and soon began walking along the gravel path. After maybe a minute or less of walking, I heard footsteps behind me on the gravel path (a very distinct sound) and soon picked them out from my own. After a minute I stopped and turned around to see who it was, but nobody was there. But I still heard the footsteps on the path, getting closer. That’s when I bolted and absolutely LEGGED it back to the lawn area, to the nearest largish group of people with lights, and sticking with them for a while, until some of my friends showed up, having been caught, and we sat on the hotel area steps for a while under the lights.

So yeah, I definitely have. That’s not all of them, but they are the most memorable ones

[skyeateyourdonuts]

im. filled w rage

[nabsthevulture]

I will probably be selling some things i don't want to sell but hey 🫠

[bibleofficial]

where is my fat husband

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Sif Odile duo looping au again and I wanna be able to plot everything out more coherently but act 5 eternally looms overhead and boy I do not wanna look up

[connormoving]

i think itis funny in the past when i would list my interests as if i post abt them i donot post abt the shit im into rly Mainly bc im not rly Into Into anything anymore i occasionally watch or read or play something but i dont do fandom stuff rly much.... just sometimes i get brainworms

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Every time I see anything about Europeans not having screens on their windows I remember that one post “this is why you got the plague”. I cannot read anything about Europe and window screens without remembering that post, and honestly, I am still confused as to why people there don’t have screens

[apatheticsunday]

Apprentice of the Butler

AKA "Alfred Pennyworth hires an interim butler while he recuperates from a Rogue attack. Who better than adoption bait Danny Fenton?" prompt!!

Okay, so imagine Danny moves to Gotham to pursue astrophysics at Gotham-U but he's having a surprisingly difficult time keeping a job. Every time he gets hired, the place gets burned down or blown up by Rogues; it's like he's catnip for trouble. Somehow, he's always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And Alfred Pennyworth also happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He's at the Gotham Market Co-op, where Danny's been recently hired, and suddenly it's gassed by Scarecrow's Fear Toxin. All the employees and customers scramble to put on their gas masks, but Danny's new enough that he has no idea what's happening. He's suddenly seeing Fright Knight, Dark Pariah, and the GIW. So, he Goes Ghost, defeats all of Scarecrow's goonies, and saves the day! If only his boss would think so, too.

Uh, no. Apparently Danny's now on a Wanted List as an undocumented meta?? And his boss can't be investigated by the GCPD (he's, like, four years behind on taxes and has been dodging the IRS for longer), so he regretfully has to let Danny go. But, hey! Maybe if he becomes a documented meta, he can get hired back. Except Danny can't because the GIW can access the meta registration database and he'll be found out faster than he can leave Gotham.

So, Danny's fired again.

And Alfred "Pride & Honor" Pennyworth?? He's not gonna let the child who saved him (because Scarecrow absolutely was going to snatch the Wayne's butler, who better to take hostage than a billionaire's publicly beloved Father Figure??) possibly become homeless. It's clear the kid is a college student and is barely scraping by, probably paying way too much for room and board at Gotham-U. And... maybe his wrist hurts a bit from a fall. He's older now, it's not impossible that he'd get a sprain or a broken bone. (Plus, Alfred knows the look. The same one as Dick, Jason, Tim, even Bruce. There's an immense grief in those small shoulders, fear and loneliness.)

Cue Alfred hiring Danny on as an interim butler while he recuperates (oh, he's terribly injured, thank you so much for helping me, my boy-). And Danny can't say no. I mean, this old man got injured during the Rogue attack he was apart of! And he's asking for help! And it's also nice to have some money. And a bed and... oh, God, he's working for a billionaire frootloop. Uh-oh.

(Alfred absolutely doesn't tell Bruce about his new son apprentice. It's worth it to see Bruce's eyes glaze over as sees a black-haired teenager standing in the kitchen with Alfred, then doing a double take when he realizes it isn't Jason. And the others are banned from the kitchen, so who is this child in his house?? It's not Kon or Jon either??)

Meanwhile, Danny is actually having a great time with Mr. Pennyworth!! The older man is kind, soft-spoken, and really knows his stuff. Danny really enjoys learning how to cook, especially because none of the food comes alive to fight him. Eventually the Batfam just become used to seeing Danny in the kitchens, gardens, around the house with Alfred. He's a cute kid, always smiling and talking about his college classes. He has effortless sarcastic banter with both Damian and Jason, bonds with Tim about some kind of difficult mechanical mathematics or something, trades dad jokes with Dick. He even manages to win over Cass, Steph, Duke, and Babs.

The only one Danny doesn't truly seem to like is Bruce Wayne, although he never outright disrespects him, since he pays the bills and Danny's midwestern manners kick in. Bruce is confused and very concerned because why is this kid literally glaring daggers at him all the time?? Is he going to poison Bruce's coffee?? Danny's just trying to figure out if Bruce Wayne is a "collects vintage dentures" or "keeps teenagers locked in his basement" type of billionaire frootloop. (He'd kinda prefer the kidnapping, Danny does not want to go looking for a wine cellar and find an entire basement of old teeth.)

Bonus if Bruce tries to subtly win the boy over and Danny's just like, squinting at him, white-knuckling a frying pan and muttering, "That's exactly what someone who collects teeth would say..."

[drip-p1ss]

use a catheter on me. fill me up before going to sleep, water, soda and of course a lot of tea. in the morning I'm desperate, pleading for my morning release, but you don't let me go. I'm squirming, even standing is really painful. I think it's finally over when you come to me at my catheter, but you just attach a funnel and fill me up with your piss. at this point my bladder is unbearably stretched, it just hurts. I beg you to let me pee but you have other plans. you dress me in a slutty outfit, short crop top with no bras and a tiny skirt without panties.

"we're going to the grocery store" you say. and that's it, my begs are usless.

every step is painful, my legs can barely hold me but fortunately the store is near. we go through the aisles, you order me to bend to take some stuff, just to see my ass, my bare pussy showing off and whimper escaping from my lips. it hurts so much, I need to empty my bladder. we wait in line for payment, luckly an old woman allow us to pass.

"you should go first since you're pregnant, such a lovely couple" she said, pointing towards my bulging belly. I can barely smile, the bladder is so full and stretched, you smirk. "you're so kind ma'am, wanna feel the baby?" so you guide her hand to my belly, prodding and squishing it, I just wanna cry. the old woman starts touching it too.

"please..." I manage to whimper. "oh poor girl, you must be so sensitive, you might need a massage" said the woman, starting touching harder to help but just getting me more desperate. you chuckle, seeing how the ma'am was unknowingly torturing me.

"thanks for the advice, I'll treat her at home" you smirk. after paying and getting back I start begging you. on the floor of the house I'm just a whimpering mess.

"don't worry, I got you" you said, just for you to turn me over, my bladder pressing on the floor in a hurtful way and your cock sliding into my tight cunt.

"please so full... to full..." I can only whimper, my bladder stretched to unbearable limits. you continue pounding into me, while I cry until you cum and cum again. my pussy abused, overstimulated and red, your cum filling me even more. you let out some other sprout of piss, just to plug it in me and leave me on the floor like this, a whimpering and crying mess, full, hurt and bruised, with my belly stretched out and bulging a lot. piss and cum filling me up.

"get up, you have my bath to run" you order. it will be a long day and I can already barely crawl without crying in pain.

pretty please??? (MDNI)