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loving this Eklund family series! Would love to hear about Oskar going to a game!
oskar, papaâs #1 fan!



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pairing(s): mom!reader x son!oc x dad!william eklund
genre: fluff
warning(s): usual hockey stuff (fights, penalties, etc.). also, oskar is well spoken for a 3 ½ year old in this blurb, so letâs just ignore that & say heâs just advanced in his speech abilities
note(s): itâs like youâve read my mind. i was planning on doing something like this & now, here it is! this is also a really long blurb. technically it can count as an imagine, but i didnât want to transfer everything onto a google doc & then onto here to get a word count lol. endingâs a little shit, but hope you enjoy it!
The early morning skate had been a success for the Eklund boys.
William had managed to convince Ryan Warsofsky, his head coach, to allow Oskar to tag along for the teams morning skate.
The whole team had been excited to have the boy skated up on the ice. Albeit him being so young and tiny, he had pretty good balance on the ice, only falling or tripping over his feet a handful of times.
Macklin Celebrini and Will Smith had taken it upon themselves to entertain the young Eklund boy during practice. They played tag with him during water breaks, pretending to trip over their feet so the three-and-a-half year old could tag them. They passed pucks between his legs and practiced their stick handling skills, making the little boy giggle as he chased the rubber pucks. Macklin even held Oskar in his arms at one point, the child sideways as the teenager skated, the two making casual conversation.
Oskar had a blast to say the least.
When the two had arrived home an hour after you woke up, the child began talking about how much fun he had and how he couldnât wait to do it again (mostly gushing about the two teenagers who played with him the entire practice). He promptly passed out on the couch after he ate his second breakfast of the day. William had joined his son not too long afterwards, both Eklund boys asleep on opposite ends of the furniture.
William had quietly left the house after he woke from his nap a couple of hours before he needed to be at the rink again. He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of Oskarâs head before softly kissing your lips, a silent goodbye to the both of you so as to not wake up the sleeping boy.
Getting Oskar ready wasnât as much as a hassle as it usually is. He didnât fuss or pout as you got him dressed and ready, proudly wearing his custom jersey.
âReady to see Papa play?â You asked, holding his much smaller hand in yours as you both walked into the bustling arena, Felicia Wennberg trailing behind the two of you with her own children.
âYeah!â Oskar exclaimed, excitement clear and buzzing.
He always loves seeing his Dad play and make plays out on the ice. He thought it was enchanting to watch him play. Oskar always complimented how he liked the way his Father skated out on the ice, as if he was floating. Everything about his Father, even his job, seemed surreal and amazing. He truly looked up to him in more ways than one.
âYou think heâll score tonight?â You questioned, picking him up to make it easier to maneuver your way to your designated seats.
âOf course! Papaâs a good scorer, Mama,â Oskar replied, head on your shoulder as he watched other fans of the Sharks and Bruins alike walk around. âOr heâll get a passâ.
Oskarâs hockey terminology isnât up to par with William or yours, so you know that heâs referring to an assist when he mumbles pass.
The two of you, including Felicia and her two kids, finally made it to your saved and designated seats by the other wives and girlfriends. It wasnât too close to the glass but not far off where William wouldnât be able to spot you both from the ice.
âHope the boys break the Bruins win streak,â Felicia hopefully muttered to you once you all sat down, the two of you shoulder to shoulder while Oskar sat on the left of you and her children sat on the right of her.
You nodded in agreement. âI hope so too. Itâd be good to get another win on the boardâ.
Conversation between the two of you flowed easily, both of your children also following into chatting as all five of you wait for warmups to start.
Warmups were Oskars favorite part of hockey games. He liked seeing all the things each individual player did before a game, especially whatever routine his Father decided to do that night.
âMama?â Oskar asked, standing up in his seat as he leaned over to get your attention. âCan we go down to see Papa?â
âOf course! We always do, Ossie bearâ you replied, swooping him in your arms as you kissed his pink cheeks.
By the time the five of you made it down to the glass, players had begun to skate out, flying by fans banging on the barrier separating them from the players.
Oskar had immediately began to bang on the glass with his palms, yelling for his Father, trying to catch his attention.
Macklin Celebrini had been the one to beeline towards the Eklund boy. A big smile spread on the tees lips, waving to Oskar as he held a puck in his hands, tossing it up over the glass for Oskar to catch.
âHey, buddy!â Macklin exclaimed, tapping the glass with his gloved finger.
Oskar shrieked in excitement, holding the puck close to his chest as he slapped the glass. âMack! Mack!â
Spotting his teammate animatedly talking to his son and wife, William grinned and made his way to the center player.
William gently collided with Macklin, wrapping his arms around the front of the teen, the both of them bouncing off the glass and spinning slightly.
âPapa!â Oskar shouted, hand slapping on the glass even harder. âLook! I got a puck!â
The young blond boy held up the puck that Mack tossed the child, grin so wide all of his teeth showed.
William smiled back at his son, rustling Macklinâs hair before the teen skated off to continue his warmup routine.
âI see that, bud! That was nice of him,â he commented, tapping the glass like the teen before him did.
His eyes darted up to you, the familiar look of adoration painted on his face as he watched you interact with Felicia and your son. William loved seeing the two of you at his games. Itâs essentially what he lived forâseeing the two most important people in his life support him through every game and milestone in his career.
âWant to stay for media tonight, bud?â William asked, tossing pucks to fans near the two of you. âWe can get gräddglass (ice cream) afterwards.â
At the mention of ice cream, Oskar nodded in agreement and you shot your husband a look, telling him that no matter the result of tonightâs game, he was in charge of taking care of Oskar during his sugar rush.
William only smiled, pressing some of his gloved fingers to his lips and putting them on the glass, his usual tell of âI love youâ before skating off. You and your son copied his action, eyes following as he ran off to join the others in their warmups.
âHi, Iâm so sorryâ a voice piqued, catching your attention as you turned towards the direction of where the voice came from. âBut would it be possible for me to get a picture with you? Youâre justâYouâre the coolest WAG ever!â
You chuckled a little, nodding as you adjusted Oskar in your arms.
The girl smiles widely and takes out her phone, leaning in a little and snapping the picture, all three of you smiling.
âââ
It had been a stressful first period.
The Sharks were shooting every chance they got, but none of them were successful. The game was tied at 0-0 for both teams going into the first intermission.
But within minutes of the second period, William had received a pass from Macklin, rushing down the ice as no one one the other team had been on defense. A Bruins player tried to block Williamâs shot, but his, and the goalies, efforts were in vain as the puck made contact with the net, the loud buzzer sound erupted throughout the arena.
Oskar jumped up from his seat, screaming at the top of his lungs.
âOh my God!â Felicia screamed, jumping up and down along with her children. âHe scored!â
You had been standing up the second Williamâs stick touched the puck this period. You cheered alongside your son and close friend, embracing your son as you lightly shook him in your hold.
âPapa scored! Papa scored!â Oskar cheered, toothy smile on his face as he pumped his hands in the air in excitement.
As chaos and cheers erupted from the stands and ice, William took a moment from his celebration and pointed at the two of you, his gloved fingers touching his lips beforehand. He smiled widely up at you and Oskar, smoothly gliding across the ice on his way back to the bench.
You returned the favor and smiled back just as big, your son still cheering in your arms.
It was moments like this that made it all the more worth it to support your husband in his dreams. You knew every goal was dedicated not just to you and Oskar, but everyone else who supported him in his endeavors.
âLooks like Ossieâs staying for media tonight,â Felicia muttered to you, smiles still decorating your faces.
You laughed at her comment, nodding to it as Oskar continued to celebrate his Fathers first goal of the night.
âThere was no shot he wasnât going to do it. Heâs going to steal all the spotlight from William,â you added, your son now perched in his seat, adamantly watching the game on the ice.
It was moments like these that you thanked whatever higher power that you had the life you had. You were forever grateful that you landed in Williamâs life and that he made it all worthwhile.
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i pumped my bike tire all by myself and i was so brave about it
#i think the tire is rotted so this is more as a test#but it did it horayy!#context i just got this bike and i know jack shit about bikes or how to maintain them#i just need one for my job. and also to get around easier and stuff#megalodonspeaks
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So this NOT to imply the writing is bad
But so far the Batfam fic as me genuinely shaking in anger , the fact that dick is convinced that y/n as to prove herself to be "worthy" genuinely got to me to the point I need a pallete cleanser
Could we please get a small drabble of reader growing close with one of the "outside" batfam members?
Like maybe Kate(batwoman) and Luke (batwing) because they are under used
Or hell, maybe to really grind the family gears, reader gets close to azrael
(you know Bruce would've able to do shit if reader got close with Kate, she would fucking eat him alive)
Hey, You're all good bro! I also just want to put out that my fic is based on an au! The portrayals of any characters in my fic are based off of their canon and fanon counterparts, just with my own twist. Since this is a darker universe/au, the Bats along with other heroes are going to be a lot more brutal and jaded.
Also love your idea bro. But, I'll do you one better. Constantine. Bruce absolutely can't stand him and the reader being friends with/getting along with him? Oh, that's bound to grind Bruce's gears. It would also be easier to meet Constantine too.
Let's just say one day the reader gets caught up in some Justice League Dark stuff that Constantine is trying to solve. She gets kidnapped by a cult that wants to use her as a sacrifice. I mean, she is a pretty huge target, being the daughter of a Billionaire after all. Anyways, shes kidnapped, nobody is coming to get her, not from her family at least. Long story short, Constantine arrives too late to stop the ritual, but things don't go according to plan for the cultists anyway. Turns out that the person sacrificed wouldn't be killed, but would instead become a vessel.
Great, now you have some old, eldrich being living rent-free in your mind. The being is old, donning the title "Keeper of Hell", but you'll just call it (they? him? her?), Adam. Yeah, Adam wasn't too happy with the name. When Constantine arrives, however, hes pleasantly surprised to find you alive. When he realizes that you, a 15-year-old, now carry the presence and power of an eldritch being older than Gotham itself, he groans while lighting up a cigarette. Looks like he'd have to deal with you now.
He checks over you making sure you have no internal and external injuries before explaining your situation. He feels a little sorry for you, but he is in no condition to train you. He asks around to other JL dark members, hoping to see if anyone is willing to help you control your new powers. He sighs again when nobody steps up to the plate, too busy with their own sidekicks and quests.
Reluctantly, he tells you he'd help you figure stuff out. And there begins the blossoming of the amazing "Grumpy old man and kid they didn't ask for" troupe. When you tell Constantine your name, he blanks, because of course he gets stuck with one of the bat's kids. However, based on your tone of voice when discussing your family (and the way you begged him not to let Bruce/Batman know of your predicament), he's guessing things aren't all too great between you all. Well, thats not his problem, his only job was to train you and make sure you don't end up accidentally killing someone.
Yeah...like that thought process is going to last. Training sessions start out bleak and professional, he's only doing a job. Then as time continues, he finds himself enjoying your company, your enthusiasm to learn and your rambunctious/sarcastic comebacks always have him fighting off a smile. It's been a while since he's had company like this. Soon, you're both going out on missions, and then ice cream breaks afterward. He lets you fall asleep on his shoulder, drooling all over his trench coat after particularly difficult missions and he can't bring himself to mind.
He's fond of you, although he never admits it out loud. It's okay though, because even though he's never said it out loud, his actions speak louder than words. You could feel his love and pride for you. Although he wasn't exactly your dad per se, he was still something to you, maybe the wine uncle? You don't know, and you don't particularly care to put a label on what Constantine was to you, you're just glad that he's there.
Shit hits the fan, however, when one day you decide to go on a solo mission. It's nothing crazy, just getting rid of some poltergeists and low-level demons and shades. Now, were you given permission to go on this mission alone? No, but in a normal teenage manner, you decide to go anyway. Everything was fine, you got rid of all the poltergeists in the area and even some of the shades too! It's all going well until you realize that the demon mentioned before was not as weak as you were told. You gulped when its blood red eyes turned to you.
"Well shit." Constantine was going to kill you.
It immediately lunges at you, you barely rolling out of its sharp claws. You hit it with a couple of spells, causing the demon to roar out in pain, burn marks now littering its side. Its tail whips at you, colliding with your stomach as you fly into a wall with a loud thud. You groan as you pick yourself up, clutching your ribs, each breath a jagged pain that ripples through your chest. Your arm is slick with blood, the gashes from the demon's claws burning as if its very essence were trying to sear your flesh. You grit your teeth and weave another spell, calling on Adamâs power to knock the demon back. This time, a burst of raw energy slams into it, shattering its leg with a sickening crack.
For a brief moment, you think it's over, ready to strike the final blow. But the demonâs leg snaps back into place, bone and flesh knitting together as if the injury had never happened.
âOf course,â you mutter under your breath. âWhy would this be easy?â
The demon lunges again, and youâre just a split second too slow. Burning pain flares through your right arm as its claws tear into you, ripping through your flesh like paper. You scream, the sound involuntary, but you push through the pain, refusing to go down without a fight.
Drawing back, you unleash another spell, a sharp projectile of energy aimed at its neck. The demon flinches, letting out a low growl. That reactionâpanicâgives you the first glimmer of hope. Its neck. That's its weak spot.
With renewed determination, you gather every ounce of strength you have left. The cuts across your body throb, and your arm feels like itâs on fire, but you push it all aside. You can do this. You have to do this.
You unleash a volley of cutting spells, each one aimed at the demonâs throat. It fights back viciously, throwing you around the room with a strength that makes your vision blur. Every hit you take feels like your bones are splintering, but you keep going. You keep attacking.
Finally, one of your spells strikes true.
The demon lets out a gurgling screech as your spell cuts deep into its neck. Bloodâthick and darkâpours from the wound, and it claws at its own throat, choking. Its body spasms violently, and then, as if collapsing in on itself, it begins to disintegrate. In a few seconds, all thatâs left is dust.
You stand there, panting, barely able to process the fact that you did it. You won. A grin spreads across your face, and despite the pain radiating from every part of your body, you let out a weak cheer.
But the celebration is short-lived.
Pain cuts through you like a knife, sharp and sudden, reminding you of just how battered you are. Blood is still oozing from the various gashes across your body, and your arm feels like itâs hanging by a thread. You stumble, nearly falling, but catch yourself at the last second.
âCrap⌠Iâm bleeding out,â you mumble, wincing. âWhoops.â
With what little energy you have left, you remember the spell Constantine taught you, the one that would tether you to him no matter where you were. He warned you not to use it unless it was an emergencyâand bleeding out from demon-inflicted wounds definitely qualifies.
You lift your shaking hand and cast the spell, a sluggish flick of your wrist sending out a ripple of energy. A portal forms, shimmering and unstable, but functional enough. Without much grace, you stumble through it, disappearing from the demonâs lair.
What you didnât know, however, was that Constantine was currently in a Justice League meeting.
The first thing you feel is a sudden drop, like the ground beneath you has vanished. You barely register the sensation of falling before you crash, hard, onto something solid. Groaning, you blink through the haze of pain and find yourself sprawled across a massive table.
You can hear voicesâmuffled, alarmedâbut the world is spinning too much for you to focus. All you know is that you're lying on something cold and hard, and youâre absolutely drenched in blood.
Forcing your eyes open, you see several figures standing around you, staring in shock. Your vision is blurry, but you can make out Supermanâs cape and Wonder Womanâs armor. You try to process what's happening, but the pain in your arm and ribs keeps pulling you under.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Fuckkkk." You cry out.
Suddenly, the scent of smoke fills the air. You don't even have to look to know who it is. Constantineâs familiar trench coat brushes against your arm as he crouches beside you, cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. His eyes flicker with a dangerous mix of exasperation and barely concealed anger.
âWhat in the bloody fuck, kid?â he snaps, his tone harsher than usual, but the concern underlies his words.
You wince, the situation hitting you all at once. Crap. Now I've got to deal with this.
You muster a weak, sheepish grin, wincing as you turn your head to face him. âHeyyy Constantine, how are ya?â
His brow furrows deeper, and heâs clearly not amused. âWhat did you do?â
You swallow hard, trying to think of how to explain yourself without getting ripped to shredsâverbally or otherwise. âIâwell, promise you wonât get mad?â
âToo late for that, kid. Iâm already halfway there,â he growls, his eyes narrowing as he looks over your wounds. âNow get to it.â
You bite your lip, trying to find the least disastrous way to explain. âSo⌠I sorta⌠mighta⌠gone on a solo demon-hunting mission,â you blurt out quickly, hoping heâd just move past it.
The way Constantineâs eyes widen, and the immediate twitch in his jaw tell you that heâs definitely not going to move past it.
âYou did what?!â His voice rises as he stands up, rubbing a hand over his face. âOh bloodyâ I thought I specifically told you not to go by yourself! And this is what happens!â
âHey, well, Iâm alive, arenât I?â you say, grinning nervously, trying to play it off.
âThatâs besides the point!â He throws his arms up, pacing as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. âBloody hell, I shouldâve known better with you kids. I swear, this is why I neverââ
Just then, a dark, grim voice cuts through the chaos, and your heart nearly stops.
âConstantine,â Batmanâs tone is low, authoritative. âWhy is my daughter bleeding on our table?â
Oh no. No, no, no. Not now.
You freeze, your mind going blank as you feel the weight of Batmanâs presence at the end of the table. You slowly, painfully turn your head to see him standing there, cape draped over his shoulders, his gaze icy and locked onto you. His usual stoic expression somehow looks even more intense.
âAh⌠shit,â you mutter under your breath, groaning inwardly as you realize youâve just landed yourself in the absolute worst situation imaginable. âI completely forgot he was still here.â Wait, did you say that out loud?
Constantine gives you a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. âYes, kid, you did. And now weâve got more than just your wounds to worry about, donât we?â He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples, already anticipating the fallout.
Batmanâs eyes narrow, arms crossed as he takes a step closer to you, his voice low and dangerous. âCare to explain yourself?â
Youâre still bleeding, your head is pounding, and youâre pretty sure at least a few bones are broken, but none of that compares to the fear creeping up your spine as you look up at your father. Your mind races for an answer, but every excuse you can think of feels flimsy at best.
Constantine clears his throat, sensing the rising tension in the room. âRight. Letâs get her fixed up before this turns into an interrogation, yeah? Kidâs bleeding all over the place, and sheâs already taken a beating. Weâll save the lecture for later.â He waves his hand, muttering something under his breath as he kneels beside you again.
The tension between Constantine and Batman lingers in the air, thick and heavy, but Batman finally relents. His eyes softenâslightlyâas he watches Constantine work to stabilize your injuries with magic.
You can feel yourself growing weaker, the adrenaline finally wearing off as the pain becomes unbearable. Constantine mutters a healing spell, one that slows the bleeding and knits some of the less serious cuts together. It's not perfect, but itâs enough for now.
âI think itâs time to get you all fixed up, huh?â Constantine says softly, his earlier anger tempered by concern as he helps you sit up, his hand firm on your back to support you.
You nod weakly, not daring to meet Batmanâs eyes again. Youâre in deep trouble, but for now, at least, youâre still breathing. As Constantine gets ready to teleport you to a safer place to heal, you hear Batmanâs voice, calm but steely.
âWeâre not done here.â
And with that ominous promise hanging in the air, Constantine picks you up, and the world around you shifts once again.
Constantine gently carries you through the halls toward the Justice Leagueâs med bay, muttering curses under his breath with every step. You could feel his frustration radiating off him, and now, in the quiet aftermath of the fight, guilt begins to settle in your chest. The adrenaline from the battle has worn off, and now you're left with the consequences of your reckless actions.
âHey, Constantine⌠IâIâm sorry for not listening to you. I really am,â you say, your voice soft and heavy with regret.
He sighs, not looking at you, but his tone is stern. âIâm not going to lie and say Iâm not mad at you, kid. You didnât just ignore my warningsâyou put yourself in danger. There are rules for a reason. What if you got seriously hurt and couldnât cast a spell back to me? Even worse, what if you died or got possessed?â
His words hit you hard, and you wither under the weight of them. You know heâs right. All those rules and restrictions arenât just him being overprotective or controlling, theyâre because he cares. Heâs seen the kind of darkness that can swallow people whole, and the thought of that happening to you terrifies him, even if heâll never say it out loud.
By the time you reach the med bay, the guilt feels like itâs pressing down on you as much as the pain in your ribs. Constantine lowers you onto a cot, tucking you in with a gruff gentleness that only he could pull off. He sits down on the side of the bed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a quick flick of his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
âWhat Iâm trying to say, kid,â he starts, exhaling a cloud of smoke, âis that I care. I care about you, I care about what happens to you. I donât wantââ He pauses, his voice softening. âI donât want to ever have to find your body one day. So please, from now on, let me know before you do something stupid like this.â
His words hang in the air, raw and unfiltered. You nod, trying to process it all, and then something clicks in your mind. Wait⌠did he just say let him know?
âLet you know? Does this meanââ Your eyes widen as realization hits you. âDoes this mean I can go on solo missions?â
Constantine lets out a resigned sigh. âYes, yes, you can start going on solo missionsââ
âHell yeah!â you exclaim, sitting up a little too quickly. Pain shoots through your ribs, but you canât help the excitement bubbling inside you.
ââbut, only the ones I sanction and authorize,â Constantine finishes, cutting through your excitement with a stern look. You deflate a little at his words, but itâs still a victory in your book.
Without thinking, you throw your arms around him, ignoring the sharp pain it causes in your ribs. âOh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise I wonât let you down!â
He chuckles, patting your back awkwardly before pulling away. âYeah, yeah, I know you wonât. Now, lay back down and get some rest. You still have dark and brooding to deal with.â He gestures toward the direction of the meeting room, clearly dreading the inevitable confrontation with Batman. âAnd by extension, I do too,â he adds with a heavy sigh.
You groan, sinking back into the cot, the exhaustion finally catching up with you. âI donât know why he even cares. If he did, he wouldâve figured this out ages ago.â
Constantine glances at you, his expression softening for a moment. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before speaking. âHe cares, kid. He just⌠doesnât always show it the way you want him to. Doesnât mean he doesnât feel it.â
You scoff, though part of you knows heâs right. âYeah, well, doesnât feel like it.â
Constantine stands, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it into a nearby ashtray. âDoesnât matter how it feels right now. The Batâs going to want answers, and if I know him, heâs going to want to have a very long talk with you. Youâre not out of the woods yet.â
You wince at the thought of the upcoming conversation, knowing that Batmanâs interrogation will be thorough and far less forgiving than Constantineâs.
âGreat,â you mutter, closing your eyes and sinking deeper into the cot. âJust what I need.â
Constantine gives you a small, almost affectionate smile before turning to leave. âGet some rest, kid. Youâve earned it. Iâll deal with the big bad Bat for now.â
And with that, he walks out, leaving you alone in the med bay. As much as youâre dreading whatâs to come, you canât help but feel a sense of relief. Despite the pain and the mistakes you made, you know that Constantineâs got your back. And, maybe, just maybe, Batman does too, even if itâs buried under a mountain of brooding and silence.
For now, though, you let the exhaustion pull you under, trusting that everything else can wait until tomorrow.
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As you rest, your body finally succumbing to the exhaustion, your breathing evens out and your mind drifts into sleep. The med bay is quiet, sterile, but the tension in the air lingers, waiting for the inevitable. Eventually, a dark, caped figure glides into the room silently, his form casting long shadows across the walls.
Batmanâno, Bruceâstands over you, his sharp eyes tracing every bruise, every cut that mars your face. His jaw clenches as a million thoughts swirl in his head, none of them offering any comfort.
What the hell happened to you? Why are you and Constantine so close? How did you even know Constantine? How much had he missedâhow little attention had he been payingâto not notice any of this?
Bruce sighs, a deep and frustrated sound. He removes his cowl, setting it on the side table with a weary hand. Without it, he seems less intimidating, less imposing. He stares down at you, seeing the cuts and bruises marking your skin, but what hits him harder is the way your face, in sleep, is still so achingly young. You're his daughter, and yet it feels like you're a stranger to him now.
How did you get so far away?
He knows the answer. The fault lies with him, with the choices he made, the excuses he repeated to himselfâtelling himself he was too busy, telling himself he would check in later. Later never came, though, and the space between you widened, until it wasn't just him you were drifting away from, but your brothers too.
Bruce noticed the way your brothers treated you, the harsh words, the cold shoulders. He saw the distance, but he justified it, telling himself it was sibling rivalry or something that would pass. He didn't step in. And now, as he looks at you lying there, bruised and battered from a fight he wasnât even aware of, the reality sinks in: he has no excuse.
With a heavy sigh, Bruce reaches out, his rough but careful hand carding gently through your hair. The gesture is tender, hesitant, as if he's not sure whether he has the right to touch you like this anymore. But as his fingers comb through your hair, you stir in your sleep, a quiet murmur escaping your lips as you unconsciously lean into his touch. It's such a sweet, innocent moment, and for a brief second, Bruce allows himself to feel the warmth of it.
But the moment is fleeting.
He feels the presence before he sees it, the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke filling the room. His jaw tightens as his hand stills. He doesnât turn right away, but his voice cuts through the silence.
âConstantine,â Bruce says, his tone gruff even without the cowl to disguise it.
Constantine steps into the room more fully, leaning against the wall, a half-smoked cigarette between his lips. He regards Bruce with that same nonchalance he carries everywhere, though there's a flicker of something else in his eyesâsomething more cautious.
"Thought youâd still be brooding over in the corner," Constantine says, taking a drag of his cigarette. His eyes drift to you, lying peacefully on the cot. âDidnât expect to see this version of you.â
Bruce doesnât respond right away. He pulls his hand back from your hair, his gaze hardening. "What happened?" The question is direct, but underneath it, Constantine can hear the concern, the frustration Bruce doesn't voice aloud.
"She went off on her own," Constantine mutters, taking another drag before blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Went after a demon. Got roughed up pretty bad, but she handled it in the end. Strong kid. Stubborn too. Wonder where she gets that from, eh?"
Bruce's eyes narrow. "And you let her?"
"Let her?" Constantine laughs, a short, sharp sound. "Mate, I didnât let her. She went behind my back, just like sheâs gone behind yours for who knows how long. Difference is, Iâm the one she actually came back to.â
That lands like a punch to Bruce's gut. He doesnât react visibly, but Constantine can see the tension in his posture.
"I didn't know she wasâŚ" Bruce starts, then stops, shaking his head. The words feel inadequate. "I didn't know she was involved with this stuff, i didn't even know she was a meta. Or that she knew you."
"Yeah, well, she found her way to me," Constantine says with a shrug, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall. âAnd she's not a meta by the way, she's a vessel for some eldritch being"
A vague expression of surprise appears on Bruce's face.
"I don't blame you, mate. I was surprised to find her alive afterwards. Not just anyone survives that kind of transformation, she's strong.â
Bruce crosses his arms, his gaze flickering between you and Constantine. âI know sheâs strong.â
âDo you?â Constantine raises an eyebrow, the challenge clear in his tone. âBecause sheâs been running herself ragged trying to prove it. To you. To herself. And, hell, maybe to me too, but at least I see it.â
Thereâs silence for a moment. Bruce clenches his jaw, turning to look at you again, sleeping soundly despite the tension in the room. He knew Constantine was right. You'd been pushing yourself, fighting to show that you didnât need themâthat you were strong enough on your own. And he had let you. He'd let you because he didn't even care to notice.
Constantine sighs, sensing the weight of the silence. âLook, I didnât come here to throw stones. But youâve got to get your shit together with her. Sheâs tough, but sheâs still a kid, and sheâs your kid. She needs you.â
Bruce doesnât answer, but his silence speaks volumes. He watches you, the soft rise and fall of your chest, and feels the regret gnawing at him.
âIâll handle it,â Bruce finally says, though the words feel hollow.
Constantine gives him a long look, then nods. âYou better. Because if you donât, sheâll be right back with me..â
With that, Constantine pushes off the wall, flicking away the last of his cigarette. âIâll check in on her later. Try not to fuck this up, mate.â And with one last glance at you, Constantine leaves, the tension in the room ebbing with him.
Bruce remains, standing over you, his mind a whirlwind of regret, guilt, and the desire to fix whatâs been broken for far too long. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your foreheadâsomething he hasnât done in what feels like yearsâbefore stepping back, pulling the chair beside your bed to sit vigil over you.
Heâs still not sure how to bridge the gap, but for now, he stays. Itâs a start.
Well, thats all folks! I really enjoyed writing this au, so thanks for the idea! Maybe ill even make a pt. 2 to this? Who knows? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.
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Something I've been thinking about in regards to the difficulty of writing about my job in the healthcare profession is that there's very different conversations happening at the same time. The first is that this is a job that gives us a lot of power over vulnerable people that is easy to abuse and easier to be passive about. The second is that people will never not bitch about their jobs.
What if a customer service job was high-stakes? That's nursing. It's not the only part of nursing, but cmon, anyone who has worked a public-facing job knows how some people can be. Hospitals are full of people having the worst days of their lives while also being tired, hungry, lonely, and bored.
Plus, it's not just the general population you're dealing with. Hospitals have a disproportionate amount of very difficult people. To draw some examples from my own direct experience: the dementia patient had become too violent to stay at home (unfortunately common), infected chronic wound guy who is so racist that his facility will not take him back, confused patient who screams unceasingly 24 hours a day until she passes out, sexually inappropriate guy who needs two caregivers at all time, another racist patient but this time they're also sexist, banned from multiple shelters for assaulting the staff, etc. Or what might be the most common: person who is too sick to go home alone but no one they know will agree to take care of them. Like, have any of you cut off horrible relatives or abusive partners? People who were in whatever way unacceptable to be around? Would you like to take care of them? And you KNOW they're also not doing any of the stuff that would help them heal so it seems like they will never leave.
I think the gap between healthcare as a Duty versus as a Job contributes to hostile conversations. When you're complaining about your Job ("that moment when you let a call light ring for a while in the hopes someone else answers this time because that patient is annoying as hell"), it's frustrating to get a response that solely looks at the situation through the lens of a Duty ("all patients deserve the same level of care and shouldnât be ignored.") And it's also frustrating to have these legitimate criticisms ignored or disputed because people are like "it's not that serious, calm down, let nurses vent." And itâs also frustrating to feel so intensely monitored in your free time because of your job. And itâs also frustrating to see people in their free time display qualities that seem like they would have big, negative impacts on their job.
Thinking on this topic, I keep coming back to this one memory. There was a time when I responded to a Code Blue (cardiac arrest, guyâs heart has fully stopped) and was the fifteenth or so person to arrive. The room's full of critical care nurses, I'm not the direct care nurse, the rest of the floor is quiet. So basically, I'm useless to the emergency situation. I ran into a coworker who also responded to the code. I hadn't seen her in a minute, so we caught up. She showed me the new stickers on her water bottle. I donât remember the exact sticker, but I believe it was a nacho-based pun. It was a pleasant chat.
Meanwhile during this entire conversation, within eyesight of where we are because weâre waiting around to see if weâre needed, people are trying to bring a patient back from the dead. What was happening in that room is life-or-death--to the patient. For me, it was an interlude during a forgettable shift. I only remember that code because the discrepancy between what I was experiencing and what the patient was experiencing was so stark. I don't even remember if the patient survived or not.
None of the patientâs family was there. If they had been, we would have removed ourselves further or not talked so casually. Probably. But if the spouse was there, it would be so insanely insensitive if we tried to include the patient's spouse in our chat about fun stickers. If me and that nurse had been casually in a different hallway chatting, it would be very abrupt for the patient's spouse to walk into our conversation and explain how the patient's death would be so hard on the kids. One of these examples is way more sympathetic and understandable than the other. And I want that spouse to feel comfortable coming up to me and discussing that! Thatâs part of my job! But also, you can get why that would be a distressing interruption to a moment of downtime.
In both cases, the people in the conversation couldn't be further apart in tone and investment. Neither of us are being bad people. We just should not be talking to each other. And the nature of the Internet and public posting is sometimes talking about my job feels like it's me, my coworker, the spouse, and the revived but severely affected patient in single group chat.
#nursing blog#b.#hereâs nursing writing unrelated to the strike#I drafted it ages ago and just found it again
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Her Office
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Relationship: Ceo!Wanda X Butch!Loser!Reader
Summary: Wanda tried to get to know you a bit better before you start working together but an innocent question bring out painful memories.
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: age gap relationship (R is early 20s, W is like 40), Past verbal and physical abuse, Slight hinted at homophobia, Mommy issues bc i have them too, power imbalance?
A/N: sorry this took so long. uni is really kicking my butt right now and just when i thought i'd have time to write my research supervisor gives me a 400+ page book to read.
Inspiration
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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âI canât believe youâre abandoning me⌠and for my sister!â Pietro joked as he helped you clear out your desk. Youâd made yourself at home over the past few months working for him. You were sad to be leaving but excited to be working for Wanda, also incredibly nervous, like throw up into the recycling bin near the printer nervous. Not that that had happened of course.
âBut seriously, we are going to miss you down here. Donât go forgetting about us.â He patted you on the back handing you the last of your stuff.
âHow could I forget you? Iâll be down here like every other day wont I? Wanda visits all the time.â you reply with slight confusion. Wanda was always coming down to check on things, like she must do with all the departments. You assumed most of your job would be to accompany her many visits around the building. Staying close and taking notes on what she says like youâd seen Theo do.
âYeah, she definitely was just coming down here for routine check-ins.â Pietro mumbled with the faintest air of smugness of someone who knows something you donât has. Before you could register what he said, the doors on the far side of the room swung open and in came Wanda.
 Her stride exuded confidence as she made her way over to you and your now empty desk. Her hair was slightly messy, shirt untucked, and instead of her usual high heels she wore flats.
âGot everything?â She sounded short of breath, like she had just been running. âThe elevator to my office is being inspected so weâll have to take the stairs.â Without another word, Wanda started walking back towards the door pausing to look behind her when she sensed you hadnât moved. âCome on those 15 floors wonât climb themselves.â Suddenly her slightly dishevelled appearance made sense. You took a deep breath and gave one last look at Pietro, who seemed to be going to great lengths to not laugh at his sister, before following Wanda.
The stair well was in stark contrast to the rest of the building. Tall grey brick walls and bright white lighting. It seemed to also double as extra storage space judging by the stacks of boxes and pallets back here. You only seen them briefly while getting your monthly fire safety talks from a very unenthusiastic Dr. Banner, who once again felt the need to remind the group he had much more important things to be doing than this. As much as you found the man funny, heâs short temper made him a little scary at times.
People yelling had always been something you werenât fond of. Your mom had always been so angry with you for not behaving like she wanted. The constant being told to sit, speak, and act âlike a ladyâ throughout your childhood had led to so many arguments. Femininity was just something you never had an interest in and the pressure to fit in from your family only made you reject it harder.
This never made the yelling easier, instead it had only made you desperate to avoid that sort of conflict. Wanda yelling the other day had scared you in a way you hadnât felt since you were a child, and you were now desperate to make sure you were never on the receiving of her rage.
âY/n, careful.â You had been so lost in thought youâd missed a step and stumbled forward. Wanda who had been talking non-stop about how inconvenient the elevator maintenance was stopped to help you pick up some pens that had fallen from the box you were carrying. âDo you need some help with that? It looks heavy.â
You saw this a challenge.
âNo Iâm fine, Iâm very strong.â Wanda gave you a smile as she placed the pens back into the box touching your hand as she pulled away before turning around to continue climbing the stairs. Your face immediately flushed red.
âOnly 4 more flights to go.â Her voice echoed off the bare walls was she turned another corner. You let out a sigh, the box was actually really heavy.
Once in her office you placed the box on an empty desk in the corner of the room. It was pushed up to the window and gave you an amazing view of New York. It was only then you realised how high up you were.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â Wanda came up behind you making you jump slightly, all this achieved was making the red head chuckle slightly. âYouâre so jumpy you know that?â
âIâve been told.â You gave a small smile. Being alone with Wanda was terrifying and exciting all at once. The reality of the situation hadnât really sunk in till just now. It was going to be the two of you, alone, very often from here out.
âCan I ask you something?â You nervously asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt not daring to look Wanda in the eyes. Her beautiful green eyes.
âOf course you can, darling.â Her final word rattled about in your brain momentarily making you forget what you even wanted in the first place.
âWhat you said, before,â Finally a coherent thought, âabout wanting me, from the start. Was that true?â
âYes, why would I lie.â Wanda raised an eyebrow giving you a no-nonsense look that you couldnât if it was fully serious or not.
âNo, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean it like that! I just, why didnât you? You know, pick me the first time?â It was definitely a word salad that came out your mouth, thank God you were better at writing than speaking. âIâm sorry I donât mean to pryâŚâ you added after Wanda took a second to respond.
âNo, no, donât apologiesâŚâ She took a deep breath as if debating what to say. âThat first day, I thought you had potential,â she began, clearly choosing her words carefully, âI just wanted to, see if you had what it takes to you know, be mine.â
âBe⌠yours.â The words caught in your throat as swallowed hard, struggling to speak.
âBe my intern, my assistant.â Wanda rushed to clarify but something inside you felt like her previous words were more honest. Not that you would dare push her on it. âAnd being my intern comes with a lot of responsibility, so I hope you are ready.â
âYes maâam.â You say saluting the older woman, who found the action quite amusing. âWhat do you need me to do first?â
Turns out Wanda didnât want you to do anything just yet. Instead the two of you sat across from each other in the strange living room area of her office. Wanda lent back into a large leather armchair while you sat on the edge of the couch, almost velvety, black sofa.
She offered you a tea or coffee but instead you opted for the remnants of the energy drink you had tried to chug on the train this morning. Your choice in beverage clearly wasnât approved by Wanda but she did little to stop you besides remind you of their negative health effects.
She asked you questions about yourself, clearly wanting to get to know you better but you held back from answering her questions too honestly, scared of being fired or disappointing her which was somehow worse in your head. They were all basic questions, and you asked some back at her.
She wanted to know about your favourite meal, how to you travel to work, where are you staying, and when you were going to get some proper work shoes. Your real answer being when they made comfortable ones but instead you opted to say when you get your next paycheck.
Then she asked something that caught you completely off guard. âHow is your relationship with your family?â
âMy family?â You repeat to make sure you were hearing things right.
âYes, your family, you are one of the only interns not from a known family in the city, you mentioned you arenât from New York originally, they must be proud of you?â Wanda spoke with a warm smile.
You hadnât noticed but during the conversation you had leant back into the couch. It was like she had given you permission to relax for a change. You didnât understand why but talking with Wanda made you feel comfortable, almost too comfortable at times making you need to remind yourself she was your boss.
âThey umm,â your mind went to the argument youâd had with your father when you told him you were going to university miles away, almost across the entire country, âcan we talk about something else.â Your voice shook slightly at the memory.
How angry heâd been, how angry he always was. The same with your mother, always so resentful, never protecting you from him. You spent your first semester coach surfing with a black eye till you had enough money to afford to rent a shitty little apartment.
âSweetie, itâs okay.â Wanda had seemingly caught on that something was wrong and moved to sit next to you on the couch. She placed her arm around you and pulled you into a side hug that made your whole body tense. âFor what itâs worth, Iâve seen your grades and watched how hard you work. Iâm proud of you y/n.â Her voice had the same warmth as earlier, it was sickeningly genuine to you.
All you wanted to do was melt into her arms, but you couldnât this was your boss. She was just being nice, there was no way she would let you get that close to her under regular circumstances. You told yourself you wouldnât let yourself get attached. Youâd seen how ruthless she could be, and it terrified you to think of being on the receiving end. Catching feelings would just make your eventual fuck up ever worse.
Besides there was no way in hell CEO Wanda Maximoff, multimillionaire Wanda Maximoff, Old enough to be your mother Wanda Maximoff would ever have feelings for you in return.
âI need to go to the bathroom.â You stood up as quickly as Wanda grip on you allowed. âSorry.â You hurried to the small bathroom in the corner of the room, locking the door behind you before allowing yourself a moment to cry.
Cruel words from you parents fought the gentle reassurance Wanda had given you. You took a moment to collect yourself. Taking several deep breaths and trying to get rid of the redness in your eyes with a little cold water from the tab.
The bathroom, like everything in Wandaâs office screamed sophistication. The mostly white tiles with the smallest hint of red complemented the plush red hand towels, and several well looked after plants littered a shelf above the toilet. Most surprisingly was the shower and clawfoot tub in the room. Did she actually use them? Or where they just there because they could be?
Finally you were ready to leave the bathroom, stepping out you saw Wanda quickly look away from your direction. Had she been watching the door the whole time?
âY/n, feeling better?â you gave a weak nod. âGood, right back to business then, first order is sorting out⌠this.â She pointed towards you clothing. Since Pietro had never required you to dress professionally, you had never updated your wardrobe. You wore the same baggy, teen boy esc clothing you always did.
âYeah, I thought that would be a problem, sorry about the way I dress. I justâŚâ
âNo I like the way you dress.â Wanda cut you off. âI mean, you dress fine, itâs just not⌠appropriate if you are going to be accompanying me to important meetings and such.â You couldnât tell if you were imagining it, but you could have sworn you saw a small blush creep onto the older womanâs face.
âRight, there should be a measuring tape in the third draw of the left cabinet in my office. I have some work to get on with you canât help with.â Wanda began quickly pressing the button of the, hopefully, now working lift.
âI want you to measure yourself and note it down. Iâll sort you out some more work appropriate clothing.â Before you could ask any other follow up questions the doors to the lift opened and she rushed inside, disappearing almost immediately.
Walking into Wandaâs office you looked out at the city, everything seemed so quiet, so still from all the way up here. Grabbing the measuring tape you sat down at your desk, getting your phone out to look up exactly what measurement you need to give her. Youâd never had to think about measurements when buying clothes before. Your face flushed a bit think about the idea of Wanda choosing you some clothes. Hopefully she wouldnât put you in a pencil skirt, or God forbid heels.
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i fucking love ur writing sm mamas!
anyway. Toji making reader pregnant cause toji found out that reader loves kids <33333
Itâs fine if you donât want to. Anyway love you and your writing darling . đ
No, noonie, stop bc like, are you in my brain or smthn!!?? I was thinking about this exact prompt for a long while, and I see this appear in my inbox??! Well, well, *cracks knuckles* you've just given me the perfect opportunity mwahahahaha!!! This has been in my drafts for a minute, but I'm glad it's finally done! And omg tysm for loving me and my stuff, honey!! Hope I make ya proud with this one :') ilysm âĄ
Also, I'm mixing in another request into this one since it's a pretty small request (reader sucking on Toji's Adam's apple as he pounds you), plus it makes things easier for me in terms of writing out stuff. Hope that's okay with the other requester; if not, my apologies!ăž(・ďšď˝Ą)ďžďžAnd btw, tysm for 1.6k followers, y'all!! Love every single one of you~â
Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - mating press - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breeding - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up!!) - reader skips the pill - fluff at the end bc why not - pregnancy (test at the end) - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, mama, sweetie) - oral fixation/reader sucking on Toji's adam's apple - the reader has stretch marks on their body bc I said so - praise - overstimulation - clitoral play (sucking & swiping). Wc: 3.4k

Toji, by all means, was not a man deserving of children.
His terrible childhood and upbringing have molded him into an emotionless and reserved person who only feels as though the only person he needs to look out for and care for is himself.
So when the premise of children came to him, he wouldn't give it the time of day. That is until he ends up having youths of his own. Even then, he would do the bare minimum of taking care of them â food, clothes, shelter, and taking or picking them up from school. And to top it off, his job wasn't befitting of a father â a hitman going mission to mission for money that he used to spend for himself, now going to the needs of his kids.
Toji knew Tsumiki and Megumi were better off without a father like him. Fatherhood (or children in general, for that matter) is no easy task, and it's clearly one he's not good at.
But all that changed when you came into the picture.
Never had he seen his kids warm up to someone, an outsider, so quick. Even when he mentioned his children to you at the beginning of your relationship, you didn't falter and happily wished to meet them. And the day you finally did was the day everything became a lot brighter for the entire Fushiguro family.
Not only did Tsumiki and Megumi come to trust you with every visit, but their adoration for you grew tenfold the more you were involved in their lives. And all Toji could do was watch you do your magic, whether it be watching animal documentaries with Megumi, making flower crowns with Tsumiki, or playing with them and the other kids at the nearby park.
And the most impressive part about it all was you teaching and including him in how he could get more involved with his youngsters. Now, his kids are closer to him than ever, going so far as Megumi clapping back on his father's snarky comments and Tsumiki having the man play tea parties (to his dismay, but whatever to makes his little girl happy).
It wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't had you around. You were just such a breath of fresh air to him and any child that came your way. Attentive and caring to the young ones as if you were a natural at mimicking the maternal role. He knew you'd be a great mother to any child, especially your own.
It was that thought alone that made Toji think about you having children. Or better yet, having a child with him. Making you pregnant with his baby. Making you his.
Toji walks down the stairs after putting his son and daughter to bed, his heavy footsteps beating the wooden floor beneath him with every step. He then enters the kitchen area, where he sees you washing the dishes from today's dinner after putting the food in the fridge.
When you notice his presence, you look up and offer a charming smile in his direction, your face illuminated beautifully by the ceiling kitchen lights that the image almost blinds him.
"Hey there." Your voice is always sweet to his ears, still smiling even when you turn back to washing dishes. "The kids?"
"Just finished puttin' 'em to bed," your eyes stay at the sink, but you can feel his heavy footsteps come from beside you. "But they said I suck at tellin' bedtime stories."
Your giggle is heard through the noise of dishes clacking on the rack. "Well, maybe you're not using cartoon voices like I told you to. They like it."
"Yeah, no, I'm not doin' that shit." You chuckle some more at his complaint, and he grabs a dry cloth to dry up dishes from the rack.
It's quiet between you, but Toji will sneak glances at you while you work through the dirty plates. His thoughts from before return, and all he can think about is you with a swollen belly.
The mere idea of having you bear his child fogs his brain. Witnessing your body change and expand with the growth of your little one within you, it's too much for his mind to indulge in.
The more he thinks about it, the crazier and hornier his mind goes. Unable to function suitably, Toji sighs heavily through his nose and places the dish and dry cloth on the countertop.
You notice him make his way behind you, his hands traveling down to your hips as his chin rests atop your head. But you pay him no mind and continue with your task. "Hey, darlin'."
The nickname has you hum to him, eyes focused on the soapy sponge and plate in your hands while your ears wait for him to continue. "Yes, Toji?"
He doesn't reply instantly, roaming his large palms up and down your waist and hips instead. "Ya know I love the hell outta you, right?" He goes on when you nod. "Always takin' care of me and lovin' me. But that love also goes to my lil squirts." A smile creeps in on his scarred lips as you giggle at his way of referring to his children. "It's just crazy to me how you're able to have 'em follow y'r every step, yet I can't even get a hug or smile before they leave for school unless I remind them."
"Well, maybe if their father didn't always bully and call them 'squirts' and 'brats' all day, they would show you some love."
"Shut up," Toji flicks water from the faucet onto your face, forcing you to laugh more from your teasing. His heart swoons from your laughter, having you sway side to side with his body behind you. "But I mean it; you're so good with kids. Makes me wonder how come you never had y'r own yet."
"I just love kids." It was a simple answer. "Plus, I never really had time to care for a child. Got work and stuff, you know. And besides, I practically treat Tsumiki and Megumi like my kids."
"Mmm," he replies aimlessly.
"However," you resume while placing a wet bowl on the rack. "I wouldn't mind having a little one of my own. Now that I'm pretty comfortable with where I'm at in life, I'd love to have a little baby to share it with."
Toji lets your words sink in before saying anything. Now that he sees where you stand on the topic, finally, he can voice his opinion.
"Y/n..." he treads carefully with the words he's about to say. "I've been thinkin' about somethin'."
"Thinking about what?" You can't deny the uneasy atmosphere with Toji's mysteriousness, yet you listen as you turn off the sink faucet.
The two of you stop swaying your bodies with each other. "How 'bout we have a baby?"
Your body goes rigid at the question, and breathing subsides as your mind goes rampant with reflections too fast to comprehend. He wants a childâanother child!? With me??!
"Like, right now?" The only question that escaped your lips, your voice hushed to a whisper. No one else is here in the space but you two, although the talk you're having right now feels virtually forbidden to the tongue.
"Doesn't have to be right now," Toji moves his head to your shoulder, his hushed, gruff voice clear to your ears. "But as long as it's with you, one more kid won't hurt, right?"
And your breath hitches when a hand finds its way to the surface of your stomach, his fingers lightly teasing with the flesh of your abdomen. He places his lips on your neck, and you bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. "Mmmm, why do you want more?" You still press him with questions despite almost dissolving into his kisses. "You already have a gorgeous girlâ"
"I wan' have your girl." He murmurs softly to your ear before lightly biting the lobe, and a moan slips past you.
"A-And...a beautiful boy..."
"I want your boy."
"Toji, please," you surprise the older man by turning your body to face him fully, eyes surveying his. "This is no joke! Just because I don't have my own kid doesn't meanâ"
You're silenced when Toji brings a hand to your cheek, cupping a side of your face. "I'm not jokin', sweetie. I know I'm not the best dad in the world â hell, I'm pretty lousy at it. But you," he leans forward while you instinctively go backward, hitting the sink behind you. "You're basically a mother to mine and a real damn good one, too. And since ya said things are good now, why don't I make you a parent fr' real."
"Tojiâ"
"Like I said: it doesn't have to be today or tomorrow. But as long as it's you," his thumb brushes your cheek as he looks deep into your eyes. "Let me give ya a baby, angel."
All you can do is look into his emerald orbs that examine you for a response. The silence between you two is accompanied by the ticking sounds of the clock on the kitchen wall. And after a few seconds, you sigh and place a hand on the big one caressing your cheek.
"If I say yes," your reply has his brows lifted. "Will you give me foot massages and a bowl of ramen at three in the morning and not be a bitch about it when I ask?"
Toji gives you a smile, his scarred lip tugged upwards. And you return one to him as he kisses your forehead.
"Works fr' me."
This is how the two of you end up in the bedroom; the ceiling lights toned down to a low shade, clothes discarded on the cold wooden floor, and the sound of lips smacking fills the silence.
"Mmmm, Daddy..." You whimper through the kisses, your hands find purchase on his strong shoulders, and you yelp when he bites your lip. His lips gradually embark downwards to your neck clavicle. Kisses and light suck to your nipples make you hum in pleasure, and a gasp prompts out when his teeth graze the bud of your soft mounds.
A hand sneaks between your legs and nestles in between the lips of your southern entrance, his big fingers enter inside with the use of the soapy fluid of your cunt, and you wail from the contact while he sucks on your breast.
"Such a good girl, angel." He lets go of your nipple to coax you, his mouth sucking your skin as his mouth continues its journey south. More licks on your body feel hot, kisses placed on every stretch mark he comes across. And he stops when he passes your tummy, coming up to see the view of his digits pushing to and fro inside your leaking chasm. "My fingers feelin' good, mama?"
"Yesssss," you hiss, eyes sewn shut to concentrate on the pleasurable sensation in your slit. He chuckles at your delighted expression before he leans down to suck on your clit, earning a shriek from your puffy lips. "Stoooop, I-I'm too sensitiveâAhhaaaannn!!"
He releases your tender bud from his mouth after placing a chaste kiss on it. "Sorry, baby, gotta have you nice and wet fr' me." He sucks and laps around on your wetness for a few more minutes before withdrawing his mouth from your leaky chasm, substituting his tongue with his big fingers to swipe on your clitoris. Broken sobs seep out from you. "Cummin' on my fingers and tongue, that's my girl."
The throbbing commotion between your legs has your ears ringing and your head pulsing. You've already come three times for thirty minutes. He's such a greedy man, but whatever it takes for you to prep for him.
Speaking of which, Toji props your legs onto his shoulders while aligning his cock to your folds, lathering the girth with your juices. Your heart beats irregularly with anticipation on the rise, a position you're all too familiar with. Toji sees you gawking at his glans kissing your folds, and he sneers salaciously. "Ready, sweetie?"
You give him a smile even through entering your lustful haze. "Skipped the pill and everything, Daddy." And with a kiss on your cheek, Toji wastes no time and pushes his length into you with every inhale you take. And the both of you moan when the cockhead slides right into your vulva. Every inch of his dick descends into you, making you full of his size, and whimpers fail to be suppressed as he scrapes your velvety walls deliciously.
After letting you adapt to him, his hips start with a slow rhythm for you to properly situate yourself with the mating press. However, with how you're gripping around him, it doesn't take long for him to quicken his pace. Soft wails soon become stifled squeals with the bite of your lips from the growing cadence, and your eyes begin to water when the underside of his shaft grazes your inner walls.
But when the tip of his cock finally touches your cervix, a choked scream sneaks past your restraint. And Toji chortles. "Mmmmm, that's what I wanna hear." He grinds his pelvis deep into your cunt, resulting in forced squeaks from your tongue.
"Ahhhnnn! Daddy, pleaseâOh, Jesus," It hurts to think when Toji accurately jabs your delicate cervix, tears streaming down your pretty cheeks. "Oh, God, it's too much, too muâOooohh!!"
"I know, darlin', I know." He comes down to your face, yet his pace does not falter. His speed increases and becomes harsher by the second, and your head pounds hard with every rut. You nibble on his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple as he drills his dick into you. "Nnnngh, so tight on me, mama. Gonna make me go crazy."
As if he wasn't going crazier already with the erratic rut of his hips. Driving his cock deep inside and the sound of his balls smacking your folds is all you can hear. Your face is now entirely hot, matching the tingling sensation of skin slapped together between your legs. You dare to peek down to see the union of your sexes, Toji's member now harboring a white ring near the base. Strings of your slick and his spit keep you two connected during this moment, and more incoherent shrieks are pulled from your throat.
"Nnnaaaaa, ahhhaaaa!!! D-Daddy, please!!" While there's uncertainty about whether your pleas will be heard, you still express yourself to him. "It's coming, it's coming! I'm gonna cum, gonna cummmm!! Nnnmmph!!" And when he comes down to you with his complete weight caging you in, the pressure of his body has you submit to him completely.
"Yeah, wanna cum on Daddy's dick." He says with his condescending, guttural tone that almost makes you melt onto the satin sheets beneath you. "G' ahead, mamaâHmmph! Make a nice mess while I finish here..." His strokes become ever intenser than before; his length brushes your inner walls, and continuous pokes to your cervix prompt your orgasm to climb faster. And you soon fall into a wave of pure ecstasy, your cunt clamping around him desperately while your body trembles.
And Toji is forced to fall into a release of his own when the walls of your slit contract around him, spilling into you with the flex of his abdomen. His sweaty body is on top of yours, and your breathing matches his as you two experience each crescendo.
Heavy exhales sync as you two calm down within your intimate embrace. Your mind slowly returns from its foggy state with the calm atmosphere soothing your body, and your quivers now subsided while the older man lays kisses and sucks on your neck. But it comes to a halt when a sudden yelp comes from your swollen lips because he thrusts into you again, even with your vulva being extremely sensitive.
He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, and it's not to your surprise that he has a smirk on that dumb, handsome face of his. His lips curled to where his teeth peek from under his scar. "Ya know I gotta fuck you more than once, right, sweetie? Make sure you're all filled up 'n all."
You suck your teeth with furrowed brows, but a smile comes up with breathless giggles. "I'm telling you, Mr. Fushiguro, you're most definitely treating me to daily foot massages when I get pregnant."
"Whatever you say," he shuts your threats with a kiss on your soft lips. "My pretty darlin'..."
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Toji twiddles with something in his hand while you lay on his chest in the shared bedroom. The kids were taking a nap after coming from school, leaving the two of you to enjoy the leisure of each other's company.
But today was a different day compared to any other. Because even if you two are looking at the television with the old rom-com displayed, neither of you is actually watching. Too busy distracted with the smiles plastered on your faces to care for what's on the screen. The only thing corrupting your minds is a matter that has you two in glee after a week of anticipation and mutual work.
The man peers at his hand to look at the object between Toji's fingers. Nothing but a pink and white stick â a pregnancy test. And at the center of the device conveyed two red lines, the signature implication that you were indeed with a child. His child.
"Hey, Toji," the call of his name has him look down at you, still facing the television despite your attention not wholly on it. "What do you think they are?"
"Hmm?" It takes a few seconds for it to click until he notices your hand brushing around your belly. He chuckles. "I'm hopin' for a girl. Wan' 'em to look and act like you."
You hum aimlessly at his answer before you berate him with more of your thoughts. "What if it's a boy? I think it'd be cute to have another mini-you running around the house."
"Nah, one mini-me is enough, and he already talks back to me like he's a teen." You giggle at the light sour face he shows and his complaints about Megumi. "Besides, I don't want another me. I'm already a lousy dad, and I didn't have the best childhood. I wouldn't want you to deal with a child that's exactly like me..."
Silence ensues with the answer; it's the only response you deem appropriate. That was the case until you say what was next on your mind.
"Toji, I'm sure your upbringing wasn't the best because people weren't there for you when you needed them. And although that's shaped you into the man I love, even I wouldn't want you to go through all that for a second time." You can feel the weight of his green eyes on you while you speak, though you don't turn to face him. "Nevertheless, times are different. You have me to love and care for you nowâyou and your beautiful children. You might not be the best dad in the world, but you've done a great job taking care of them."
"Thanks to you." He interrupts you, and you laugh.
"Yes, thanks to me. And because you have me, this little one won't be going through what you went through. I promise you, you're not alone in this. Because I'm pretty scared as this is my first pregnancy. But that's okay since I have you to take care of me. I'll be there to help you, and you'll be there to help me. As long as that's true, we'll do just fine."
Taken aback by your response, the older man turns to the pregnancy test still in his hand. The more he looks at the device, the more he ponders what you said. And a small smile creeps up on him, coming to a decision himself. At this point, it doesn't matter what the sex of the child will be to him. What warms his heart is that you promise to be by his side, helping him watch your little one â his child â his family grow as the days and years pass.
"Now," your voice brings him back to the present, whipping his head back to you. "I can't say the same if we end up with twins. Because you'll just have to deal with one while I have the other."
Toji puts the pregnancy test on the nightstand and goes for your nose to pinch it. "Fuckin' kid, who told you were funny, huh?" Your laughter only fuels him to mess with you more, but that's okay. He's smiling at your silliness, and that's all you want right now.
Because, even if they're not here yet, no child should have a father who doesn't know how to smile.
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Hey Gator can you write for Moon Knight with reader thats also an avatar but for Ra? Cuz duality
Moonboys x avatar of Ra male readerÂ
HeadcanonsÂ
âKill them with kindness. WRONG, CURSE OF RAâ my dream of a moon knight season 2 seems further and further away, and I fear it will never happen. Howâs everyone doin? Viktor nation, how are we feeling?Â
I'm trying out a new writing tool, so if there's spelling mistakes, that's why. It has been a while since I watched Moon Knight, so some of my canon might be off.Â
If this was an oc, IÂ would have to make the reader a Pharaoh, since they are seen as manifestations of Ra or so-called Sons of Ra. But this isn't an oc, so the reader won't be.Â
Maybe you are a solar physicist instead, since that whole job is about studying the sun. Or you could be a writer who writes travel books, or history books, which allows you to travel the world.Â
I'm not sure if you would be a shadow of the night like the moonboys. Ra is a god and has his worshippers, but I don't actually know if he's the one who punishes people or not.Â
And since Ra is the god of the sun, you would act during the day for the most part. You can still move around during the night obviously, but you prefer the sun and so does your patron. Â
I don't think Ra would be cruel in the way Khonshu is, but he is still a god with expectations and things he wants you to do. Instead of just hunting criminals, he might have you healing people or using the abilities of creation to do things.Â
Don't get me wrong, I still think Ra would have you blast somebody with the power of the literal sun, but he might think about it first. Sometimes.Â
I like to think you get to shoot sun lasers out of your eyes, and mouth. And like, anywhere you want. Who is gonna stop the sun of all things? You can kick major ass, and with a god that's mostly nicer than Khonshu, you have an easier time doing it too.Â
Being the avatar of Ra doesn't mean you are all sunshine and rainbows obviously. That role goes to Steven. But you aren't as tense and ready for violence at all times, like Marc and Jake are.Â
I like to think you are always warm to the touch, so depending on whose fronting, you find yourself getting cuddled. Â
I like to think, even though they share a body, the boys have differences. Like, I think Steven struggles with always feeling cold, at least his fingers and toes. So, he slips his hands into your pockets, or stuffs his feet under you.Â
Marc wouldn't struggle with feeling cold, but I think he would find a lot of comfort in how warm you are. You never get uncomfortably warm, like sure, it gets really hot, but he never feels clammy or sweaty. Â
Marc would saddle up beside you when he's having rough days and just needs to... exist. Expect him to end up under your shirt somehow. It's not anything wild, he just shuffles up under it so he can lay his head on your chest and dissociate, using your warmth to ground himself.Â
Jake wouldn't have much of an opinion about you always running hot, except for maybe grumbling a few comments about how you always wear shorts and tank tops, even when it's snowing outside.Â
Jake will end up nuzzling against you when you guys are sleeping, though he doesn't like this admit it. This is just in general, as Jake struggles with showing affection or emotions that aren't negative.Â
Controlling the sun also lets you give them the most comfortable massages they have ever experienced, since you can warm up your hands and then warm their aching muscles.Â
It's a sure way to knock all three of them out, even if Marc and Jake try to act tough. They just become puddy in your hands. This might also be because they just know on a deep level, that they are safe with you, so they can relax.Â
Going out and doing avatar work together is a must. Theres some differences on who's fronting there too.Â
Steven, being Mr. knight, isn't as quick to murder and violence as Marc and Jake, so i imagine you guys spend a good chunk of time talking, ignoring your patrons since they like to argue.Â
Marc is similar in his own way, he's not as violent or snappy when you come along. He might even jokingly call it a date, even if you guys are hunting someone who needs to be punished.Â
Jake is the most quiet and deadly one, since he's used to hurting and hurting others. He would never hurt you though, and if you have a softer personality and like to crack jokes, you might even get him to laugh.Â
Post missions are always for cuddling and checking up on each other. Gotta make sure your boys aren't hurt and all. Yeah, you guys might both have god given healing factors, but you still check them over, no matter who is fronting.Â
This also means you end up getting checked over too, since all three of them are worrywarts in their own ways. Blame it on trauma, but they just need to physically see that you are okay.Â
If it's been a hard patrol or target, you might have to work on getting them present and aware. I could see all three of them dissociating every now and then, leaving no one able to front, so as their boyfriend, you have to help them resurface.Â
Heating your hands up, not enough to burn but enough to be felt, and placing them on their wrist, thigh, or face, depending on the situation, will help ground them. Sometimes they cling to you too, if you got really badly hurt.Â
Your guy's patrons obviously also aren't welcome in the apartment when you guys take care of bruises and hurts after missions. Ra accepts it and just tells you to heal, and Khonshu will grumble about it, but the guys leaves you alone for the most part
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Dark!natalie x reader headcannons
From my psychotic girlfriends universe

Final of my dark! Headcannons for rabbits foot!!
My fav to write too cause Nat will always be my fav đ
Warnings:
Force feeding, starvation, dissociation, mental health problems, typical Yellowjackets stuff, anxiety, cannibalism, toxic relationships, dark!character!!!, ect,
đ Now Natalie is definitely the least dark out of all three of the girls
𪾠However her biggest flaw is how completely unaware of how toxic she is
đ Sure she feels a little guilty when she does stuff to make you upset sometimes
đĽ But she truly believes deep down that everything she does to hurt you, is for the greater good
đď¸like Iâve said before, Natalie would definitely not be against force feeding you if necessary
đ sheâs the least likely to become physical with reader unless absolutely necessary
𦢠but with the self appointed job of caring for you, making sure you eat, drink water and get enough sleep, this is definitely where she would get physical
đâđŤif you were to refuse to eat your fellow teammates, she would be quick to force you to
đ wether itâs by holding you down and forcing it down your throat
đż or scaring you into eating it, even with the help of Shauna if absolutely necessary
đ she wants to keep you happy and healthy, and she canât do that if youâre refusing to eat their only source of food?
đ Natalie would also definitely restrain you if needed
đş Iâve already mentioned before but sheâd deffo lock you up in the pantry before the cabin burnt down
đ§Ł and youâd deffo get house arrest once they were in the huts if you needed to be punished
đ§ if you ever tried insisting to do something they do agree with or go against your wishes
đ§ sheâs locking you up or restraining you real quick, speaking softly with sweet words to try calm you down as if that makes it any better
𪌠she doesnât approve of Lottie and especially Shauna ever being physical with you
âď¸ but she definitely wonât stop them unless she feels super strongly about it
â°ď¸ letting Shauna bruise you up a little once she sees how effective it can be, and playing innocent and comforting you afterwards
𼤠the main time Natalie would allow herself to be particularly rough with you was during sex
đť sheâs used to letting the boys sheâs slept with take charge so she enjoys being able to take charge of you
đ nats the most aware about the tolls the time in the wilderness has had in you
đŚ˘Lottie thinks a lot of the effects are a gift and Shauna lowkey likes how it makes you easier to control but it just concerns Natalie
đЏsheâll take care of you when you dissociate or have nightmares/visions or hallucinations
âď¸ and the only reasons heâs not put a full stop to lotties teachings around your âgiftâ is because she sees it comforts you
đwhen she becomes the official leader by being queen, best believe sheâs ready to use it to her advantage
â˝ď¸ just imagine sheâs sat on a makeshift wooden thrown and youâre by her side
𩰠loves to have you on your knees next to her đ¤đ¤
𩹠like imagine your head is on her lap while sheâs sat there and sheâs petting your head
đ¸ eventually you become a glorified pet for these three because they donât want you doing any work
đď¸ Natalie just wants you to sit at her side and look pretty
đˇ officially you share a hut with her once the cabins burnt down
đ so you end up sleeping with her at night the most
đ sheâs the one who teaches you to listen to her heart beat to calm yourself down and go to sleep at night
đ§ş something you continue to do in the adult timeline, even with your husband
đ treats your anxiety as some sort of crippling reason for why you shouldnât do as much work or chores as the other
𧸠pretty belittling to you and makes you annoyed but she thinks sheâs just protecting you
âĽď¸ has Lottie make you tea constantly
đŞ will definitely use her being queen to one up Lottie and Shauna, which works most of the time
đź like âno sheâs sleeping with me tonight cause i said so!â
đ° or âIâm queen so you all have to do what I sayâ when theyâre fighting over you or something đ
đ like a bratty little kid that doesnât wanna share her toys fr
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Snippet of my Neglected! Family x Yandere! Batfam au (I really need to find a name for this au already)
Wife! Darling has known of the Batcave's existence for years already, and so do her children.
She found out by pure accident. Her oldest daughter was doing her usual computer stuff she didn't understand, and said she found a weird signal coming from under the manor, in the underground...only they didn't know there was anything down there, not even a basement. Alfred never mentioned it.
The girl went to check, tracing the mysterious signal with her phone, and found a hidden compartment behind the pendulum clock. Before her mother could tell her to stop, she went down there.
Cue to Wife! Darling following her daughter to make sure she didn't get in trouble or hurt herself, because who knew if Batman even bothered with basic security measures for his vigilante stuff. From what she's seen of him as Bruce Wayne, she doubted it.
And that's how they found the Batcave. By the time Alfred found out and met them there, the daughter had already tinkered with half the equipment and replicated part of the Batcomputer's code in her tablet for fun, while her mother explored the whole place with a critical eye. Alfred expected them to be angry, to ask a lot of questions, but instead:
Wife! Darling!: "Who takes care of this place?"
Alfred: "Mostly me, Mistress (Name)."
Wife! Darling squinted her eyes, gaze darkening: "Just you? Does no one help you?"
Alfred: "It's part of my job, Mistress (Name). Don't worry, I can handle it perfectly well on my own."
She scoffed. "Well, this has to change. You're just one man, Alfred, and you're not getting younger with the years. The fact that they let you do so much already by yourself is infuriating, and you also have to clean after their crime-fighting bullshit? The nerve. I'll take care of this from now on"
Alfred blinked: "Mistress (Name), I can't possibly ask you that. You already help me more than enough around the house-"
Wife! Darling: "Nonsense, Alfred. You do way too much already. At this rate, it'll only affect your health for worse. I live here too now, so technically it's also my responsibility."
And that's how she ends up handling the maintenance of the Batcave along with Alfred, even taking over his tasks entirely. She starts off with the excuse of helping him, which it's true, but eventually she always takes care everything so the man has no option but rest.
And because she's such a perfectionist, she doesn't spare any efforts in the task. Cleans all the surfaces, fixes the suits, rearranges the weapons after cleaning them and creates a system to organize their gadgets so they're much easier to find. Even the Batmobile is left spotless, inside and outside. She goes as far to feed some of the bats casually roaming around the edges of the cave.
(And if her kids had naps inside the batmobile sometimes when they were down there, only she and Alfred are witnesses. Well, the bats too, but they're not snitching)
This way she takes some work off Alfred's shoulders. She finds it enraging that a man his age has such a heavy load of work with little to no help, so she takes over some of the house chores for him so he can have breaks. Plus, it helps her unwind and relax a bit from her usually stress-fuelled life.
She also begins to leave snarky notes about the shameful state of their gear when she finds it in particularly bad shape. And feels even worse that Alfred has had to take care of all of this at his age until she came.
"This blade is duller than your sense of self-awareness. Fix it"
"Blood is not a fashion statement. Grow up"
"If you die in this crusty suit, Iâm not cleaning your corpse"
"Are you fighting villains or rolling in garbage?"
Seriously, the richest man in Gotham can't even afford a bit more of staff? But of course, she reminds herself he's the same man who forgot to use protection when fucking a random woman, so she shouldn't expect too much from him.
To avoid uncomfortable encounters, she specifically schedules her cleaning times for when the whole team is out, so she can work peacefully without being having to be in the same room as them. So far, it goes well. Alfred even warns her when they're coming back, and the Batcave is actually a pretty nice place to enjoy time for yourself when it's empty. Just the beeping of the computers as background noise, or her children messing around when they go down there to do their things.
It becomes part of her routine, one she even looks forward too during the day. Until one day.
The Batcave has been left spotless, as usual. Weapons polished. Suits lined up by height and damage level. Even the Batmobile has that new-car shimmer. It smells faintly of citrus-scented cleaning spray and frustration. There are also four sticky notes scattered across the table already, complaining about the state of their things again.
She is crouched near the weapon rack, holding the Batman suit with one gloved hand and a lint roller in the other, glaring at it like it personally offended her.
She mutters under her breath in Spanish, something about how "ni siquiera una mĂĄquina de coser podrĂa salvar este desastre de traje, Dios mĂo." (Not even a sewing machine could save this disaster of a suit, my godness)
Sheâs in sweats, hair tied back in a messy bun. An apron over her tank top that says "KISS THE COOK (or donât, Iâll stab you)". She's so deep in the cleaning zone she doesnât hear the footsteps.
"Well, this is a surprise. I could get used to this."
Her entire body freezes. It feels like her blood turned ice in her veins instantly with the voice. That irritating, familiar voice.
Her head turns slowly, and there he is. Bruce Wayne in the flesh. Her husband in paper, father of her first child, owner of this cave, and responsible for half of the stress she deals with.
She could be annoyed or even embarrassed that he caught her like this, handling his suit no less. But instead, her mind is focused on what he said, and the tone in which he said it.
She arches a brow at him.
"Excuse me?"
He steps closer, clearly taking note of her work there. His eyes drifting to the Batmobile, the weapons, all she's taken care of already.
Bruce: "Me, coming back from work to find you cleaning my stuff. Itâs so⌠domestic. Itâs almost like weâre a married couple."
Thereâs a beat. A dangerous silence.
She blinks at him. Once. Twice. Processing the fact that he really said that. Out loud. To her. And in a completely serious tone.
Then he looks at her, and she notices the ghost of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. Oh, that filthy little-
Her eye twitches.
Wife! Darling: "...........Oh, absolutely."
WHACK.
She chucks a batarang at his head with a speed and accuracy that wouldâve made Deadshot whistle. He barely ducks, and it slams into the metal behind him with a THUNK so loud the Batcomputer flinches and some bats burst out from their spots.
Bruce: "That couldâve taken my eye out."
Wife! Darling:"I was hoping so."
He stares at her, and then shakes his head, letting out a low chuckle. A chuckle. Since when is this man capable of that? Before she gets her answer, he pulls out the batarang with ease and places it back on the rack (Good, she would've murdered him for real if he left it anywhere else).
Bruce: "I meant it. I think I like this sight of you. Suits you well. You look like the ideal housewife."
Without looking, she reaches for another batarang and throws it at him. This time, he catches it mid-air, cool as ever, before setting it down on the table like he isnât one second away from getting stabbed.
Bruce: "Was that really necessary?"
Wife! Darling: "It was either that or shoot you. You're lucky I'm generous today."
He watches her, barely concealing his amusement now, but thereâs something else in his expression too, something he's never had when looking at her: Curiosity.
She doesn't like it.
Unbothered, as if he didn't just activate her kill switch, he starts to walk to the table and peels off one of the sticky notes, reading it aloud with a deadpan tone.
"Blood is not a fashion statement. Grow up."
Bruce: "You know I beat the shit out of people in this suit, right?"
She replies without sparing him a glance, wiping down a grappling gun with unholy aggression: "Yeah? Well, do it without staining it with their blood. You look like Gothamâs dirtiest raccoon."
He leans against the Batcomputer, arms folded. "How long have you been doing this, exactly?"
She scoffs, going back to adjusting the suit like she isnât being interrogated. "Long enough to know that you leave your weapons in a shameful state. Honestly, itâs a miracle your stupid gadgets still function. Do you ever bother to maintain your own things, or do you just throw them around and hope Alfred fixes it?"
He watches her for a moment longer before finally speaking.
"And youâre doing this because...?"
"Because unlike some people in this godforsaken house, I actually care when an old man is running himself ragged taking care of things that none of you seem to appreciate."
Bruce pauses. He glances at the Batmobile, cleaner than itâs ever been. At his weapons, neatly arranged, polished, functional.
At the post-it notes stuck to the Batcomputer, scrawled in Rosaâs angry handwriting.
He actually huffs a quiet laugh. Again. It's unsettling her.
Then, almost as an afterthought, she mutters, "Besides, if you die because your equipment fails, itâs only a matter of time before you try to drag me into this circus. And I refuse to wear spandex."
He raises an eyebrow. "Youâd look good in spandex."
Silence.
She throws the batarang at him again. This time, it actually clips his shoulder.
"Go get that treated before you stain anything, or I'll wipe the floors next with your face."
.......................
...........
Suddenly, Bruce starts to "casually" come to the cave early more often.
Now she has to adjust her schedule AGAIN to avoid him. And in the meantime, her children start betting on how many batarangs it takes before Bruce gets critically injured. Or dead.
#holy shit#this was supposed to be so much shorter#just a snippet#it got out of hand#wow#i'm impressed with myself#and dissapointed at the same time#anyway here you go#wife! darling and bruce having their most pacific interaction to the date#before the plot starts#yandere batfam#yandere batfam x reader#yandere bruce wayne#yandere bruce wayne x reader#wife darling au#neglected wife au#dc x reader
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Friends & Family
Summary: Hansol gives you a deal that you didnât even need to bargain for.
⸠Pairing: Vernon x afab!reader
⸠Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ / humor, smut, pwp / best friendâs brother, friends to lovers If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.
⸠Warnings: masturbation (f), oral (f receiving), mentions of creampieÂ
⸠Word Count: 3.1k
⸠A/N: Happy valentineâs day weekend! Surprise @yoonguurt, Iâm your secret cupid! đđđ Really hope you enjoy this lil romp! Thank you @ddeonghwa-s for hosting this lovely event. Donât forget to peep everyone elseâs entries for this as well, masterlist here! Eternal thank you to @onlymingyus for helping me figure this out in secret (I was convinced Iâd accidentally spill the beans if I discussed this publicly lol) and to @shuadotcom for always supporting me and proofreading at all hours!

Itâs Sunday night and youâve almost finished working through your weekly routine. Your counters are clean, laundry is folded, and tasks for the days ahead are laid out. All thatâs left is to unwind so you can drift off to sleep.Â
Both of your pillows are stacked behind you, propping you upright in bed for the perfect angle to unravel. âFuck,â you groan to no one breathlessly, eyes trained on your laptop. Youâre so so close, one hand spreading your lower lips apart as the other times the push of your dildo with the cock on screen.Â
The actors in this weekâs selected porno arenât whatâs important: the content is. Your mind conjures up different faces over the talentsâ, further molding the fantasy to who you want most at the moment. On nights like tonight, ones where no one in particular is on your mind, you default to your oldest, silliest crush: your best friendâs younger brother, Hansol.Â
Back on the screen, the cameraman has the lens nearly inside the actressâ pussy along with not-Handolâs dick. Itâs even easier to imagine the two of you like this, reduced to exaggerated moans, the slapping of skin, and the squelch of arousal as you stand on the precipice of release. You squeeze the base of your dildo harder when not-Hansolâs thrusts lose their rhythm, thrusting into yourself eagerly alongside him.Â
Thereâs a flash behind your eyelids when you tilt your head back as your climax hits you, perfectly in time with your entertainment. Itâs not the hardest youâve ever cum, but it gets the job done just like it does every week without fail.Â
By the time the castsâ voices return to a normal octave, the strongest part of your high has worn off. Sitting up with silicone still nestled inside you as you return to earth, you reach blindly for the water bottle on your nightstand. The embrace of sleep is calling your name and you try uncapping the bottle with one hand while the other lands on your laptopâs trackpad, ready to close the browser. Youâre honestly just looking for your cursor among the flashy popups on the side of the video player, but you canât help the way you clench around the toy and shiver as you get an eyeful of creampie that you missed in your own bliss.
You also canât help the comical juggling that you attempt when you feel your water bottle slipping from your fingers. Or the loud swear as cold water meets your front and the keyboard of your laptop. Despite your best efforts to flip it upside down to drain as much liquid as possible from the keys, the screen flickers.Â
By the time youâve dried off and changed your sheets, things donât look much better. So much for the Sunday night routine. All itâs done is give you yet another problem to worry about tomorrow.

Y/N: holy shit theyâre trying to rob me
Livvy: ?? hello?
Y/N: computer place quoted me 1k BASE to fix my shit.. said they have to replace a bunch of stuff
Livvy: um why dont you just call vern?
Y/N: your brother?
Y/N: why would i call him?
Livvy: yes?
Livvy: omg because he has a repair shop, please keep up
Y/N: omg youâre so right!Â
Y/N: oo think heâll give me a friends and family discount?
Livvy: he better or iâll kick his ass
Y/N: iâll tell him you said hi
Y/N: wait i donât have his number lol can you send it?

Your familyâs home is next to the Chweâs, so itâs only natural that you and Olivia have been fixtures in each otherâs lives since childhood. You went from neighbors to friends to sisters and although Hansol, only 2 years younger, was always there, he maintained a guarded distance. At first itâd annoyed you, catching him looking away when you tried to include him in conversation or excusing himself from gatherings as soon as possible. This went on for a few years until irritation gave way to disappointment. You liked when Hansol came around, actually. Sure, youâd tease him here and there, but it was always lighthearted and familiar. The kind of gentle ribbing reserved for people youâre most comfortable around. Despite trying to convey that the boy was welcome around you, however, he always seemed uncomfortable. It wasnât until junior year of high school that Olivia finally spelled out what was happening: Hansol had a crush on you that bordered on infatuation. And you were the only one that hadnât figured it out.
The revelation was surprising, but not unwelcome. Hansol had always been funny and kind, meshing well with most people he came across. Some might have seen a flaw in how quiet he could be, though you spotted an attentiveness that, if you thought on it too long, you wanted.Â
And think too long, you did. You thought about dating Hansol for so long that you graduated, then he graduated, then you both went to university and danced the same dance once more. Always thinking, yet no action. With life getting busier and priorities changing after securing your degree, your late-realized puppy love dissolved into a fond memory that you dug up on the occasional Sunday night. Youâd see Hansol a few times a year when your families got together for holidays or celebrations, but old habits lived on. A hello, a quip or two, then the rest of the evening was spent focusing on your own agendas.
Itâs been a few months since youâve heard Hansolâs voice and even longer since youâve seen him in person, but you recognize him all the same when he picks up. âButterfingers, how can we help?â
âIsnât this your cell phone?â
Hansol pauses and you could swear he pulled the phone away from his ear for a moment. âHello?â he asks, almost disbelieving.Â
Years of childhood playdates and awkward teenage glances flood your memory and you instinctively tease him. ââHello?â You and Liv are the same, I swear.â
âAah, Y/N,â Hansol recovers, âThatâs true, but we are related so.â Thereâs another beat and itâs so easy to imagine those brown eyes looking into yours, waiting for you to speak again. When you donât, he offers, âDid you need something orâŚ?â
Youâre grateful that you opted to make the call from your car during your lunch break, far from eyes that could watch you shake thoughts of Hansol from the forefront of your mind. âYeah, actually. My computerâs fucked up. Do you think I could bring it by the shop?â
âO-oh yeah, for sure, definitely! Yes!â He stops to clear his throat before continuing, almost like heâs grounding himself. âWe close at 7 if you wanna drop by today.â
âAwesome, thanks Hansol. Iâll stop by after work.â

Butterfingers Repair is nestled between a smoke shop and a family-run tax office, just a handful of storefronts still open in a nondescript strip mall on the other side of town. No wonder youâve never been here.Â
A local alt rock station plays on the wall mounted speakers, but there are no other signs of life when you come through the door. Thereâs no one behind the counter and with the staff door behind it closed, you have no idea who to expect to greet you. A few moments pass and you start getting second thoughts. Maybe youâre at the wrong location after all? Just as you take out your phone to double-check the address Hansol sent, the staff door swings open. âHey! Sorry, I didnât hear you come in.â
Hansol has always been easy on the eyes. Watching him grow from clumsy kid to gawky teen to unpolished (but handsome) college student never changed that, but youâll admit itâs been a while since youâve really looked at him. Present day Hansol is taller than you, broad-shouldered, and hot, having fully grown into his features.
Fixing your laptop is suddenly your second priority. If you play your cards right â if you play Hansol right â you could accomplish a lot today. âSounds like you guys need a receptionist.â
âYeah, haha,â he laughs, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. âItâll be first on my list when I can afford the payroll.â
âOoh, moving up to management, are we? Thatâs cool!â
âWell yeah, I meanâlike itâs my shop. So, like, Iâm the only employee right now.â
âYou own this, though. I like that. You should be proud.â
âThanks,â Hansol hums, shifting to pointedly stare at your laptop bag and avoid your gaze. âWhatâs going on? How can I help?â
You keep your tone casual, giving him some grace for the painful redirect.â Right, so I kinda sorta spilled water on my laptop. It was just â câmon donât look at me like that, you havenât even seen it yet. It was just a few days ago and I flipped it to try and let it dry butâŚâ Placing it on the counter and tapping the power button confirms no improvements since you last checked. The keyboard lights up and the fan whirs, but thereâs nothing on the screen.Â
Hansolâs shaking his head before he even speaks. âEven after it fully dries, youâre gonna need a new display.â
âCan you do it?â
âYeah, for sure. Itâs justâŚâ
âJust what?â
He grimaces through his words, clearly pained by the idea of telling you anything you might not be ready to hear. âItâs probably gonna be expensive. You sure you want a quote?â
âMm, less of a want, more of a need.â
âGotchaâŚâ Hansol needs a moment to decide on whatever options are running through his mind. You afford it to him and are pleased when he hops the counter to go lock the front door. âCome on back, Y/N,â he says without looking at you, breezing past to unlock the staff door and usher you in.

Hansol seems almost relieved to be focused on your machine as the two of you sit in his humble workshop. Youâve helped yourself to the folding chair next to his, asking âwell where else can I wait, Vern?â when your knees touch under the table and he nearly jumps out of his skin.Â
Youâd planned to chat him up to help pass the time, but watching Hansol work proves to be rightfully interesting. Heâs surprisingly nimble with his hands, carefully removing endless screws and drying any damp parts he finds as he goes. âSo,â he finally explains, breaking you out of a trance, âthe water damage actually isnât that bad. The new screenâs gonna hurt, though. This is a nice pc, youâve got.â
At last, heâs given you the opening youâve been waiting for. âHow much will it hurt, exactly?â
âAfter parts and labor, like $700.â
âThatâs not bad.â And itâs really not, compared to your last quote. But you want more. âGot a friends and family discount for me, by chance?â
âOh, uh, friends andâumâ?â Hansol fumbles, flustered yet again at having to potentially tell you no. âI donât normallyââ
Youâve known Hansol long enough to gauge when itâs best to strike and his foreheadâs got OPPORTUNITY written on it. You maneuver into his lap sideways, anchoring an arm around his neck and finding his eyes through his fringe, smiling wickedly as he visibly short circuits. He doesnât know where to put his hands, with one hooking under your knee and the other jumping like heâs been burned when his fingers skitter across your leg thatâs barely covered by your skirt in this position. âCanât you make an exception for me, Vernon?âÂ
Hansol is desperately trying not to drop you while also surviving this dream? interaction. The nickname you reserve for when you really want something seems to electrocute him and the fingers hooked under your knees press into your skin. âI can waive the cleaning fee, n-no worries,â he soldiers on, his hand still trying and failing to find a way to support your hip without outright holding it. âI-Itâs the display replacement thatâs, uhââ you shift in his lap, âaccidentallyâ grinding against his crotch, ââscreens are kinda pricey, y-you know what I mean?â
Itâs difficult to hide just how fun this pursuit is and even harder to ignore the dampness in your panties. Knowing that youâre this close to fulfilling a fantasy already has all of your blood going south. âI think I can offer you something pricey. Do you know what I mean?âÂ
âYouâre worth way more than a screen, Y/N.â Hansol is delightfully flushed, but his tone is earnest. âYouâre priceless.â
âThatâs really cute. Youâre really cute, you know that?â
Hansol tries to laugh away his nerves, but the sound he makes is more distressed than anything. âThanks. I really â like really â like you. Iâm into you, I mean.â
A laugh bubbles out of your chest before you can stop yourself. âYeah, I know what you mean. Wanna show me?â
âShow you? I-I mean, yeah! Of course, Iâd love toâ I mean, I want to. Shit.â
âTake a breath for me.â
âY-Youâre right, sorry.â Hansol grasps you harder and breathes in through his nose, closing his eyes. He opens them again on the exhale and bores right into yours. His expression is determined mixed with something youâve never seen in him before. Itâs too new for you to place it yet, but whatever it is, itâs the sexiest youâve seen him yet. âYeah, I can show you. I really want to.â
Using the hand thatâs wrapped around Hansolâs shoulder, you tug at his hair to expose his neck. The smell of his cologne hits you with full force and your eyes roll while you kiss his bare skin. Hansol wastes no time even as he shivers under your touch, gently guiding your leg to the side so he can reach your clothed core. The angle is a bit weird like this, halfway between his lap and the floor, but the inelegance is forgotten when he moves your panties to the side and teases your opening with two fingers.
For the first time all evening, youâre the one who seems surprised. Hansolâs cold fingers feel incredible as they gather wetness from your folds. You gasp at the sensation and outright moan when he experimentally licks your essence from them before thoroughly sucking the digits dry. âThatâs so fucking good, wow,â he marvels more to himself than to you.Â
Hansolâs fingers return to your entrance and he pushes them in slowly when he finds no resistance. âShit,â he gasps, awestruck by the pressure of your walls.
âShit,â you gasp alongside him, enjoying how his fingers curl into you. Your earlier vibrato is nowhere to be found, replaced with a need for Hansol that youâve been repressing for what feels like a lifetime.
You continue on like this, with Hansol swearing at the ceiling even as he causes you to melt against him. Heâs happy to enjoy the way you wriggle against him as he brings you closer to your end. Your orgasm builds quickly and just as youâre about to succumb to his ministrations, his fingers are gone. A frustrated whine leaves you before you can stop yourself. âNo, please!â
Hansol doesnât explain at first, just removes you from his lap so you can take his place while he kneels between your legs under the table.âThis is better,â he declares.
This is even sexier than you could have imagined, but having your orgasm ripped away still leaves you pouty. âIs it? I was about to cum.â
âOh. My bad.â Hansol supplies no other commentary and leans in to apologize to your pussy instead. You want to be annoyed at him, but your reprimand morphs into a breathless moan when his tongue replaces the spot his digits once occupied.Â
Ever-diligent, Hansol makes up for lost time immediately. He eats you out like this might be his only chance to, like he wants to imprint this exact moment into your memory. The man only pulls away when he absolutely has to for air, taking huge breaths before diving back in to test the limits of his lung capacity. Itâs not until you cum twice and he tries to return to your swollen lips for a third time that you realize heâs content to keep you here indefinitely if it means drinking up more of the nectar thatâs creaming around your entrance.Â
âHansol!â You have to yank him away before your brain 404s from overstimulation.Â
He scoots closer to rest his head in your lap, dopey grin on his face. âHansol, no Vern? That means I did really good.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you card your fingers through his hair to gaze upon him unobstructed. Hansol is striking in this position between your legs, mouth and chin wet with arousal. âYeah, really good.. I need a break though, sorry.â
âWhat are you sorry for? That was awesome!â For all of his stuttering and nervousness, Hansol is shockingly casual now. Itâs as if getting to taste you was the hint he needed that you liked him as much as he liked you. âWant me to replace your screen, still?â
Right, the laptop repair. It feels silly to talk about this with the smell of your sex in the air, but you follow his lead. âYes, please. Donât worry about the discount, I was just kidding.â
âI wasnât.â Hansol finally crawls from under the table and stretches. Heâs not shy about adjusting the bulge in his pants though he makes no mention of it. âAbout liking you, I mean. I can waive the rest of this, itâs no big deal.â Your intention was never to genuinely trade sex for repairs - especially when youâre the only one to be serviced so far. The thought must be written all over your face because he continues, âI was going to knock down the price for you before all this anyway, seriously. Weâll just count this as a courtesy repair. Sound good?â
âAre you sure?â you ask, eyes darting to his dickprint and then back up to his face.Â
Itâs Hansolâs turn to laugh at how uncertain you seem, enjoying the irony of how your roles seem to have reversed. âIâm sure.â

Thirty minutes and a thorough cloth bath later, Hansol slides your open laptop in front of you. âGo ahead and sign in. Letâs make sure everything works.â
Even though you watched the repair in real time, it feels like magic when you type in your password and your lock screen falls away. That fascination immediately becomes mortification when the last window you had open reminds you of how you got here.Â
Thereâs no missing the cock in the video thumbnail or the header above it that reads Giving my sisterâs best friend a creampie.Â
âOh!â Hansol exclaims simply as his eyebrows shoot up.Â
âDonât!â you yell, slamming the laptop shut. âItâs not what it looks like!â
âI kinda like what it looked like, though⌠Can we?â
âIâwell. Maybe. Sure. Yeah.â
âOnly if you want to.â
âI want to.â
âOk cool.â
âCool.â

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s.h. | we need to warm up (one shot)
a/n: it's been a while since i posted a steve fic, so here it issssss. this is a combination of a friends episode and a scene from an old tv show i used to watch when i was a teenager.
warnings: being locked up in closed spaces, language, mentions of sex and injuries (freezing), english is not my first language. some stuff may not be accurate. MINORS DNI. credits to the gif owner!
summary: steve and you worked at scoops ahoy together and one day while you two were bickering about something silly, you got stuck in a walk-in refrigerator.
steve harrington x afab!oc!reader.
đŤdo NOT copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.
Robin, your best friend, helped you get this job at Scoops Ahoy a couple of months ago. The work itself wasnât ideal because you had to put up with a lot of annoying people (and cleaning toilets wasnât very appealing either), but the pay was pretty good and it allowed you to combine it with your study schedule. The best parts were obviously the free ice cream and sharing shifts with your bestie.
You also had to share several shifts with Steve Harrington. You didnât like him at first if you were being completely honest. You knew him from before because you had shared a few classes at Hawkins High, but you never actively talked to him. He was very handsome and charming, but his reputation of being a womanizer and a douchebag preceded him so for you that was enough to keep your distance.
However, everything changed when you took on this job. On the bright side, has had some personal growth over the last few months so this made spending time with him a lot easier. Of course, the King Steve persona sometimes came into the light and he could get insufferable, but you still enjoyed his company. You could say you had more of a âfrenemiesâ relationship. Definitely, one of the things that amused you the most was bickering with Steve, so when the work day was quiet, youâd pick a silly argument just for the sake of it.Â
Thus, thatâs what led the two of you to discuss the topic of sex in the middle of one casual Saturday afternoon in mid-September at Scoops Ahoy. The weather was chiller than the one from previous weeks, but there were some people that werenât going to let the climate get in the way of getting ice cream. You couldnât blame them though. Robin was at the register machine, getting the customersâ orders and Steve and you were organizing the stock at the back of the shop.
âHarrington, are you really saying that kissing and foreplay are not as important as the sex part!?â, you exclaimed a bit too loudly while you glared at your coworker with a questioning look. He just quirked his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders meaning âYes, I said what I said. Deal with it.â
You didnât feel any shame talking about these topics. In fact, you were pretty bold. Especially with Steve. He had that vibe that made everyone around him feel comfortable with discussing or doing anything. Of course. King Steve, ladies and gentlemen.Â
âWhy would I prefer the opening act when I know Iâll be seeing, I dunno, The Police soon?â
You let out a chuckle.
âYou have been spending more time with Eddie, havenât you?â, he gave you a mocking look. It was no secret that Steve wasnât a fan of Eddie, especially because recently he had been stealing Dustinâs attention and that made Steve more jealous than he cared to admit. You couldnât help but smile at the cuteness of Steve and Dustinâs relationship and his jealousy.
You grabbed one of the boxes with new ice cream flavours that were recently delivered to the shop because you had to carry them to the walk-in refrigerator, but since the two boxes were really heavy you asked Steve for help. At first he pretended to ignore you, but then he smiled teasingly and grabbed the other one to give you a hand. You had trouble deciding whether you hated that smile or you loved it⌠It was probably the latter.Â
As soon as you entered the refrigerator, the chilly air hit your skin. You carefully placed the box you were carrying on the floor and put the door wedge so it wouldnât close while you were in there. The door was pretty heavy because it needed to stay shut in order to keep the temperature low, but also, the door handle wasnât working pretty well.
âAnyways, for us girls theyâre really equally importantâ, you resumed your little argument while you two arranged the ice creams on the various shelves, categorizing them by their flavor. âWe can get all the information we need about the other person from the first kiss. I canât believe you donât like it.â
You looked at him from the corner of your eye and noticed that he rolled his.
âNo, honeyâ, he paused and sighed. You screamed internally at the pet name. He usually called you by your name or âSmarty Pantsâ whenever you gave him witty comebacks. âItâs not that I donât like it. I do, but Iâd rather get down to the real business quicker.â
âWell, hun, friendly advice, if you keep thinking like that, youâll have to settle with solo concerts.â
Steve wanted to give you the middle finger so badly but couldnât do it because he had his hands full so he had to contempt himself by sticking out his tongue in a mocking tone. You gave him a playful nudge on the shoulder and then he gave you another one back but Steve was stronger than you so you tripped backwards and accidentally kicked the door wedge and the refrigerator door closed.Â
âFuckâ, the two of you blurted out in unison; your heartbeats picking up rapidly. You exchanged looks and frowned your eyebrows at the same time. Under different circumstances, you would have laughed at the synchronicity.
âThis is your fault.â
âHow is this my fault, Harrington? You pushed me!â, you replied back while you got up from the floor and adjusted your uniform.
âYou made me come in here!â
âI simply asked for your help!â
You decided it was useless to continue with this bickering so you kneeled down before the door handle to try to make it work. However, it was useless. The door refused to budge. You had repeatedly asked Keith, your boss, to call the repair guy to fix said handle but of course he never did. You cursed him under your breath while you got back up and started screaming and banging on the door.
âROBIN! HELP! SOMEBODYâ, Steve joined you but nobody seemed to hear. âHELLO, WEâRE INSIDE THE REFRIGERATOR!â, you both screamed over and over again.
âI hope Robin notices quickly weâre nowhere to be seen. If not, weâre going to freeze to deathâ, you lifted your hands to massage your scalp, trying to prevent yourself from spiraling. Extremely difficult task given the not so encouraging situation. You didnât consider yourself a claustrophobic person but you werenât a fan.
âDonât exaggerate, Y/N. Itâs just a little bit of coldâ, he shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing off your very real concern.Â
If looks could kill, he would be reduced to ashes right now.Â
âUnlike you, I donât have teenage-like hormones, Steve. I get cold easily.â
He was about to reply with another witty comment, but he noticed how anxious you were getting. He saw your right leg start bouncing rapidly and how you bit your fingernailsâsubtle things you did when you were nervous or distressed. He had noticed them before. He let out a defeated sigh.
âOK, Iâm being serious right now: weâre going to get out of here in a heartbeat, donât worry.âÂ
You went back to the screaming and banging, hoping that someone outside would hear you at that very moment and get you out of there. Unfortunately, you were alone with the echoes of your voice and movements. Meanwhile, Steve was pacing the small place, thinking of any other possible escape.Â
After some minutes that felt like hours, the cold and the confinement were starting to take a toll on you. You sat on the floor with your back against the door to keep hitting it, more occasionally now. The Scoops Ahoy uniform was not enough to keep you warm; your body started trembling so you hugged yourself, keeping your knees close to your chest. Steve heard your shivering breaths. He scanned the âroomâ one more time and saw the empty cardboard boxes stacked where you had been organizing the ice cream.
âWe can use the empty ice cream boxes to keep us warmâ, you gave him a questioning look. encouraging him to clarify. âWe can break them down to sit on them and then put the other parts over our bodiesâ.
âGod bless that big head of yours, Harrington.â, you smiled and tried to stand up but it wasnât as easy as before. Your body was getting stiffer. Steve gave you a hand.
The two of you started tearing up the boxes and placing the flattened pieces on the floor next to the door and then cutting up bigger sections to use as makeshift blankets.Â
âWell, itâs better than nothingâ, Steve commented once you were all set and you agreed, keeping the cardboard boxes as close to your body as possible.Â
It was far from being the perfect solution, but it worked⌠for a couple of minutes. Then, you started shivering again. You got up to the point where you could no longer feel your legs. You wanted to keep screaming and banging on the door but the little energy you had was starting to wear off. You decided to save it for later.
âFuck, itâs so cold in here. I canât stand it anymoreâ, you blurted out, more to yourself than anything and tried to rub your hands violently against your legs to get some warmth.
âCome hereâ, Steve whispered while opening his arms, motioning you to huddle closer to him so you could share whatever body heat you had left. It was true, Steve had a higher body temperature than any other person either of you knew but he wasnât sure of how much that was going to last. He was feeling colder too.
You were hesitant to accept his embrace at first because you werenât used to sharing physical contact with him but you quickly decided that it was worth trying it. Once you were beside him, he put his arms around your shaking frame and put two cardboard boxes over both your bodies. He rested his head on top of yours and you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Despite everything, this felt strangely nice and comfortable.
âWeâre gonna get out of here, I promiseâ, he said after some silence and you could see the wisps of vapor that looked like smoke coming out of his mouth.Â
You were too tired and weak to say or do anything. It seemed the temperature kept dropping every second. There was some frost on your hair and your eyelashes. Steve had it on his perfect hair too. At this moment, you actually believed you were going to die there. You snuggled closer into Steveâs embrace; not that it was really possible because you were practically glued to him.
You slowly started to drift off; your eyelids felt like two bricks of concrete. Steve went into alert mode when he felt you relax under his touch. âHey, Y/N. Can you hear me?â
You let out a barely audible âMhâ and he started rubbing circles on your arm, close to your elbow.
âStay awake, OK?â
He knew you couldnât fall asleep if you had hypothermia. He didnât know why but he remembered one of his biology teachers who explained that your body functions would slow down even more, which could be deadly. He didnât even want to imagine that happening.Â
At first, he didnât want to admit he liked you because you were a pain in the neck, but then, as he spent more and more time with you, he learned you were funny, smart, and although you annoyed him to boredom sometimes, you were kind-hearted. Also, you had one of the most contagious laughs he has ever heard. And on top of that, you were insanely pretty.Â
This drastic situation helped him realize he didnât want to lose you, in any way. He couldnât.
âI canât.â, you whispered once again.
âYes, you canâ, his hands moved upwards to cup both your cheeks now; his desperate eyes fixed on your face. âOpen your eyes, please, darlingâ. You wanted to laugh at the nickname but you didnât even have the strength to do so. His voice was trembling now too. He didnât know if out of the cold he was feeling or of the fear of something happening to you. He placed a kiss on your forehead. âCome on, I wanna see those pretty eyes.â
âIâm cold, Stevie. Iâm sorry.â
You only used that nickname to tease him because he hated it. Now, it scratched his brain just right. He didnât fail to notice you looked so small, so fragile. He didnât know how, but he could feel you slip away from him.
âNo, no, no, noâ, he blurted out quickly. âY/N, listen to me. Focus on my voice and my handsâ, he rubbed circles on both of your cheeks. âDonât fall asleep. Talk to me.â
His serious but also desperate tone made you realize the gravity of your state.
âAbout what?â, you whispered as you tried to get your whole attention to his gentle touches and his breathing.Â
âAbout anything. Tell me a secret, a memory, an embarrassing story. Whatever comes to your mind, just talk to me.â
You gathered strength out of nowhere and opened your eyes. You saw Steve sigh with a little bit of relief. He also looked exhausted and cold, but there was something in his eyes that told you he was not giving up easily. You couldnât say so for yourself, sadly.
âYour pretty eyes are the last pair Iâm going to seeâ, you spoke slowly. Steveâs heart broke a little at your statement.
âNo, donât say things like that.. I need you to stay here with me. Please. I need you to stay alive so I can take you on a date when weâre out of hereâ, his voice and the movements on your skin were starting to slow down too. âI donât want to leave this planet before kissing your beautiful lips.â
You gave him a weak smile.
âDo it now, Stevie.â
He lifted his eyebrows, thinking he heard you incorrectly. But then, you directed your eyes to his own lips, so he took it as an invitation and wasted no time. The kiss was slow and short but sweet nonetheless. None of you had much energy to keep going for longer, much to your dismay.
âThatâs the way to warm up, right?â, he joked and you let out a choked laugh.
You went back to your tight embrace. You werenât sure how much time you had left. You stopped trembling a couple of minutes ago and you knew that wasnât a good sign. You thought about your family and your friends. One single tear fell from your left eye.
Just about when Steve was going to wipe it, you heard some noises on the other side of the door. You two looked at each other and Steve used the adrenaline rush to get back on his feet and helped you do the same.
âHELP, WEâRE STUCK IN THE REFRIGERATOR. PLEASE HELPâ, Steve was the one yelling and you attempted to bang the door as loud as you could.
And then, the door finally opened. You squinted your eyes due to the sudden change of lightning and tried to make out the silhouette that was standing in front of you, but before you could see who it was or do anything else, your legs gave in and your vision went black, which resulted in you passing out on the ground.
Your eyelids fluttered open as the characteristic antiseptic hospital smell hit your nose. The sterile white walls were the first thing you saw. Your body still felt cold, even though you had several blankets wrapped around your frame. You turned your head to the side and saw Steve sitting on a chair, wrapped on a blanket as well. His eyes were closed and his head was slightly tilted to the side. He looked worn off but really adorable.
âSteve?â, you called his name but you didnât recognize your own voice. It was really sore. The boy opened his eyes and gave you a sweet smile. There was a mixture of relief and concern in his look.
âHey⌠You gave us quite the scare.â You apologized and he shrugged it off. âYour parents are already here. Theyâre filling out the paperwork.â He grabbed the chair and moved it forward to be closer to your bed. Then he grabbed your hand that was hidden under the blankets. âI should call the doctor to let her know you had woken up.â
You nodded but refused to let his hand go so he could stand up. His heart melted.
âWe need to talk about our dateâ, you casually mentioned between giggles.
âYou donât waste a minute, donât you?â, he chuckled, shaking his head. âI assure you, itâs going to be a date to die for.â Now it was your turn to laugh.Â
aaaand the end... i hope you enjoyed it! and as always, i'd love to read some comments with your opinions :) and i'm also taking request, so there's your chance to leave a nice ask đ
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Slasher kinks headcanons
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Minors DNI
Slashers x gender neutral! reader
Trigger warnings : consensual non consent (cnc), blood, degradation/humiliation, kidnapping? (Only for Asa)
Kinks: general rough sex, bdsm dynamics, daddy/mommy kink, humiliation/degradation, knife play, primal/prey & predator play, praise, sex whilst ovulating/on period, medical play, topping from the bottom, anal, face fucking, face slapping, spanking/punishment, breeding, knotting, hucow kink, phone sex, the list goes on
did anyone request this? No. Am I going to make u all look at it bc Iâm a horndog? Absolutely
I will be writing a top/bottom section for every slasher! No gentials will be mentioned for reader (hole is used to be neutral) but strap/cock will be used in relation to the reader topping.
Michael will also have an extra t4t section for my friend bc there isnât enough t4t Michael < 3
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas isnât super experienced in sex before he meets you, infact youâre his first partner. Obviously he knows some of the ins and outs (pun intended) from his own teenage curiosity and hormones. He also might have stolen Atleast one of Hoytâs porno magazines before now.
Tommy would become more confident in taking the lead once he knows what you like a little more, then heâd be ok trying other positions and bottoming sometimes. Stuff in the beginning might be pretty slow and steady but after youâve been together a while it can get a lot more intense.
Definitely has a breeding kink, has a dream of having a big family with you and raising them on the farm to continue the Hewitt name. Something about seeing his seed leak from your abused and puffy hole makes him want to breed it into you harder. Tell him you want him to make you a mommy/daddy/parent (even if itâs not biologically possible) and youâll be manhandled into a mating press until he feels heâs filled you up enough for it to take.
In the same way it makes him feel so pretty and desirable if you tell him your going fuck a baby into him, he doesnât care if itâs not technically possible, tell him your going to knock him up and keep him round with your seed, heâll be moaning around your cock/strap like a slut. Push your fingers into his mouth to give him something to keep quiet on : )
Hucow kink! Loves it whether heâs the one submitting or dominating! Let him lead you around the barn with a cute cowbell collar and cow ears on! Loves to include chest play, no matter what gender (or lack there of) your chest he loves grope it, abusing your nipples until theyâre swollen/hard and sensitive, donât worry though, heâll be more than happy to lave over them to lessen the sting. If your a good little heifer heâll shove you face first onto a hay bale, pounding you until your hole is gaping and cum is leaking from it into the rough hay <3
If Tommy is being submissive in this situation heâs super eager to please! Tie him up and Milk his cock over and over until heâs actively squirming away from your hand and groaning in overstimulation. Heâs a good boy though and knows his place so he wonât break the binds even if it would be easier for him than most people. Humiliate him and make him moo/beg for your cock/strap! Fuck him whilst using his horns as a grip.
Bubba sawyer
Like Tommy bubba is also inexperienced, raised under Draytonâs view that itâs âsex or the sawâ. Due to this Bubba viewed sex as a betrayal of his family, being told it was only there to distract you from whatâs important. Please be patient with her and reframe her view of sex, let her know sheâs not dirty or immoral for having needs and desires.
Once they know more and gain more experience theyâre super eager to impress! Litterally goes down on you like itâs their job. You might have to tap out after a few orgasms because he could drink you down for hours. Heâll leave you shaking and leaky and just look up at you with a happy smile on their cum smeared face.
He loves praise and to know that sheâs doing a good job, tell them that they make you feel so good in a way no one else can. Donât be afraid to get a little more rough with your language however, he loves when you compliment how his cock stretches you just right or how heâs made to take your strap/cock. It feels so taboo for them and makes them squirm.
Absolutely loves it if you use feminine names for her in bed. Doll/baby/princess. Makes him feel so pretty and cared for! Play with bubbas tits, they have an ample chest to paw at đ will absolutely mewl into the bedsheets and press their tits further into your hands. Loves to be called mommy! It lets them know you feel safe and comfy with them.
Jason voorhees
Jason is another slasher with a skewed view on sex, his mother taught him it was sinful and the reason for his death, but surely anything he does with the person he loves that feels this good canât be wrong. Encourage him and let him know itâs ok to fulfill his need and heâs not dirty or wrong for it!
Jason is happy to let you take the lead most of the time considering his inhuman strength, he doesnât want to hurt you and would feel more comfortable if you took things at your own pace, not wanting to get too excited and manhandle you too much (not that you would mind in the slightest). Heâs also not opposed to the sight of you on top of him.
He loves it when you take control, using his cock like it was made for you, draining it for all itâs worth. He loves to know heâs the one making you feel good and heâs the one you love. Praise him and tell him how good heâs doing, that he knows all your favourite spots and can make you fall apart. let him know you own his cock and youâll do whatever you want with it (with consent obviously)
Despite this, if Jasonâs had a bad day with trespassers escaping or traps breaking on him he may be inclined to storm through the front door and pin you to the nearest service, spearing you on his thick cock and leaving you dripping without warning or mercy.
Jason will be open to bottoming over time once his confidence in being intimate has improved and he feels less anxious about trying new things. Heâll still need a lot of encouragement to relax but once he does heâs happy to let you take care of him. Hold his hand as you stretch him open on your fingers, exploring parts of Jason he didnât even know were an option. He gets a little addicted to the feeling of being used, fucking into him with reckless abandon. You can be rougher with him when topping because of his inhuman nature, thrust a toy or finger in his ass along side your cock/strap, he can take it. He doesnât have much of a gag reflex due to being undead so fuck his face to your hearts content as long as you wipe his tears and drool for him and tell him what a sweet boy he is for you!
Jasonâs very sweet with aftercare, making you a warm drink and cleaning you both up with a wet rag, he appreciates if you do the same for him, maybe bring him his cherished teddy bear to ground him until he feels less floaty.
RZ! Michael Myers
Michael may be quiet but heâs very forward and unashamed with the things he wants. Donât expect Michael to be shy when it comes to needing you. Heâll silently wrap around you from behind, grinding his need into your behind no matter the time or place, although heâll back off if you tell him no, heâll pout and let out a grunt of understanding, leaving to deal with it himself if your not in the mood.
Michael is more relentless in topping when heâs come back from a hunt, the adrenaline quickly turning to arousal as he smears the still slightly warm blood over your lips.
I defiantly think Michael enjoys CNC (consensual non consent). He hasnât had a lot of control over things in his life considering he spent most of it in Smithâs Grove unable to even dictate the most simple aspects of it. He likes the total power exchange and the control he has over you as you squirm underneath him. It really riles him up if you fight back, biting him until he bleeds and thrashing so he can hold you down even harder. Michael loves to silence your pleads with his knife, running the dull side of it over your flushed and tear laden cheeks, moving it down to your throat as a warning.
(Will absolutely make you suck the handle of his knife until your eyes are teary before stuffing as much of it as he can into your man cunt. If you donât want to Accidently cut your thighs then you better lay still and take it like a good boy.)
To add onto this I think he enjoys cnc on the receiving end to, if he wants to submit he wants to be dominated completely and wholly without mercy (safewords in place obviously). Michael likes to be handled roughly and shown that even if he is The Shape that you can break him down into a drooling mess. Heâs 90% legs but Lord does he get insanely hard when you fold those long legs in half and drill him into the bed with your cock/strap.
(Hold him down and strip him of his coveralls and boxers, eat his pussy before he can even get a chance to steady himself. Manhandle him into position and rut your cunt into his, ignoring his pleasure and using him to get off selfishly. Heâll look at you dumbly and fucked out after, long hair frizzy and a mess of slick on his thighs)
Pull him aside and use him whenever you want, if he rolls his eyes or acts bratty feel free to slap him around! He loves a firm smack on the cheek when he wonât open up more than he likes to admit, he likes to feel powerless under you.
Michael would totally be into predator/pray with him playing the predator. Stalking you through the woods or the empty streets of Haddonfield with his trusted knife. Heâs not worried about you being in any actual danger because heâs the bulk of danger in the town anyway. he has no doubts that should someone try get the best of you in the dark he could take care of them and not break a sweat. He stalks you through the town loving the way the your pace picks up the longer it takes for him to strike. He knows itâs inevitable, thereâs no where you could go that Michael wonât find you. Donât expect to make it home once he corners you, youâll be pushed against or bent over whatever surface is nearest and having his cock bullied into you.
(Michael would grab you and slam you against a tree once he had you cornered, making quick work of his zipper and underwear. T-dick engorged with arousal and want, lips glistening behind the dense brown hair. He pushes you to your knees and gets to work. You will be spending the next while with your mouth and fingers pressed against Michaelâs cunt, your head jerked harder and more forcefully the closer he gets)
Billy lenz
Billy is also very forward with what he wants as we can see from the movie, though I do personally headcanon that Billy is hypersexual due to his trauma so sex can go either one of two ways. Either heâll be super into it and eager or ashamed and feeling disgusted with himself, if itâs the latter please reassure him itâs not dirty or wrong and try distract him with something else.
This couldnât be a Billy lenz kink post without phone sex. He loves to call you up when your busy (shopping, on a walk, at work) and spew filth down your ear, telling you all the things heâs going to do to you or that heâll let you do to him. The riskier the location the better. Sometimes heâll even already be touching himself, mewling down the receiver like a slut for you to come home.
To add onto this I think heâd have a kink for fucking you whilst you talk to someone on the phone, giggling as he nudges his dick against the perfect spot, making you keen into the speaker.
Billy loves dirty talk on either end, whether itâs him telling you how heâs going to choke you on his fat cock or you telling him how good he feels inside you and to cum inside. He adores degrading you, making you feel like a cum dump. Heâll taunt you, telling you youâre only good to warm his cock and get him off, making you sniffle and repeat it back to him for his own satisfaction and ego.
He occasionally thought about the possibility of bottoming from time to time before meeting you but brushed it off since heâs not super familiar with it and didnât want to meet up with a stranger to try. That didnât stop him from experiencing with a finger or two but he wasnât informed and didnât use lube so it wasnât good lol.
All this changes after you mention it one night in bed, excited but nervous Billy accepts. It turns out heâs a complete bottom bitch, such a slut any time you can get him under you, heâll moan without holding back not caring if the other sorority members hear. He doesnât care whether youâre pounding into him with his face smashed into the covers like a whore or if heâs riding you greedily, he loves it anytime he can have your cock/strap in him.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is incredibly needy and intense, inexperienced but excited to get as close to you as humanly possible. He may come off a little bratty and demanding but heâs completely willing to wait until youâre ready, heâd never do anything you didnât want. When you are ready itâs all hands on deck, Brahms wants you all the time at any time.
It doesnât matter if youâre impaled on his cock or if your burried inside him, Brahms is just happy to be close and horny lol
Absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink (dude has crazy mommy issues). He enjoys it when you take the reins for him and tell him what to do, order him about, tell him how to please mommy/daddy just the way they like. You already have quite the control over him in your daily life anyway, telling him what to do and when, making sure he follows his rules. Talk Brahms through how to ride your shaft/strap, make him slow down and speed up whenever you feel like it for your own enjoyment, ignoring his pleas to fuck him properly.
Brahms is horny pretty often, as a result of this penetrative sex isnât always a need. He loves having free use of you, fucking your thighs until he spills all over them or grabbing your hand and rutting against it whilst you read a book in the other.
Spanking! Nothing puts unruly little boys back in their place like beating their ass until they beg you to stop, all of Brahmsâs brattiness seems to disappear once he knows heâs pushed it to far and has a punishment coming his way. Heâll cry and beg you to change your mind but itâs too late, bend him over your lap and rip his trousers down. If heâs been extra ill-behaved bring out the paddle, switching cheeks and making him count until his ass has a pretty pink flush to it.
Asa Emory
Asa demands to be in control, that much is clear and that translates over into bed too. You might have met Asa organically through his university lectures or a museum, if this is the case then you will still be with him under the guise of a 24/7 power exchange relationship. If you met him via kidnapping and was taken to the hotel to be a pet then this will still be expected of you but with the addition of being experimented on/tortured for his own satisfaction. You wonât have a say on your freedom. (Iâm going to be writing it from the perspective your kept at the hotel as a pet because itâs more likely)
Asa gets a sick thrill out of treating you like a dog. Fucking you whilst gripping the leash wrenched around your neck until youâre wheezing for air. Heâll make you bark for his cock just to laugh at how pathetic and needy you are, humiliating yourself so you can get your hole stuffed, disgusting. Paw mitts and belts on the thighs/calfs are used to make you practically immobile, totally reliant on him to fulfill your needs and unwilling to do so until heâs broken you down into a sobbing panting mess.
Even when bottoming Asa takes control, barking orders at you about how he likes to be fucked, faster, deeper. You better not even think about cumming without permission or you wonât be cumming again for the next few days whilst he uses your cock/strap like a sex toy. Asa pulls you by your hair as you eat his ass, choking/slapping you if youâre not doing it to his liking. At the end heâll spit in your mouth and make you say âthank you sirâ, forcing your jaw open to make sure you swallowed it all down and patting you on the cheek as a reward.
Medical play is a favourite of his. He enjoys nothing more than stripping you naked and strapping you down to the chilly metal medical table, securing your wrists to the wrist clamps. Snapping on his black latex (unless youâre allergic to latex lol) gloves Asa will dissect you bit by bit. New toys are regularly incorporated to see if he can get a different reaction from you. This can be through pain or pleasure, theyâre both the same to him. Clamping your nipples and pulling them until theyâre red and sore or landing slaps on your hole for squirming too much. Writing your reactions down on his clipboard and looking at you as nothing more than one of his specimens to pull apart and observe. If he notices a reaction he hasnât seen from you before heâll try again and again to recreate it no matter how taxing that may be on your body. Speculums are a favourite of his, prying open and inspecting your most private parts, pressing his fingers or different toys in to see how you react, spread hole twitching at the stimuli and unable to do anything about it. It feels intimate and violating in a way he loves to be able to look at your inner most parts so coldly and close up.
Yautja/predator (female and male)
Yautja are naturally pretty dominant in bed, the whole culture they live in revolves around shows of strength and resilience. Your mate thrives off taking care of all of your needs and proving themselves worthy and this is no different in bed. Always happy to satisfy your needs as your lover and the one who cares for you, your mate will come to help out any time they smell your arousal.
Female Yautja
Your mate naturally takes care of you in bed, a headstrong women who has earned her place on the higher end of society, because of this she loves to dress you up in the finest clothing and jewellery on Yautja prime, showing off her status and by proxy, yours. Donât think youâre going to just leave the house in it though, sheâll pin you down, eyes taking in every part of you, the way the silky fabric lays across your centre, ready to be opened like a gift. The outfit will include a gold collar to match, one with her mark carved in it so everyone knows who you belong to. She may even take to fucking you in public if anyone tries to challenge her bond with you, your abused hole on display for anyone to see.
As your mate she trusts you to return the favour, however control isnât given over that easily. You may be the one inside her cunt but sheâs the one using you until your spent, a death grip on your collar as she looks down at you from on top, snarling in your face and a placing marking nips against your throat with her mandibles.
Once mating season rolls around sheâll be even more demanding, the instinct to mate and breed you at its peak. Youâll be kept in the nest of furs and fucked over and over. If you pass out? Not her problem, sheâll keep going until sheâs satisfied your scented up and marked properly. She takes no brattiness during this time either, acting out or being difficult will earn you getting pinned to the furs, mandibles flared and snarling until you submit.
Male yautja
Another one I think would enjoy primal/predator play. Your mate stalks you through the jungle whilst cloaked. He knows your every exact move and youâre none the wiser. He loves how he can taste your fear in the air but he knows itâs all for show because he can taste you arousal permeating the dense treeâs too. Heâll appear out of nowhere just as your adrenaline reaches itâs peak and swipe your ankles, forcing you down to the leafy floor with him. He lets out a clicky laugh at the surprise scream you let out. Wasting no time he mounts you like an animal and ruins you again and again until your both spent.
Your mate can tell when youâre ovulating and heâs ecstatic to help. Blood is so common to him in his daily life it doesnât phase him at all, heâs perfectly happy to get down and a little messy, you smell so sweet to him during this time. If this matches with his rutt then you arenât leaving the bed for a few days, heâll fuck into you mercilessly until his swollen knot pops inside you, connecting you both together. Once it deflates heâll scoop his cum back up and push it into your hole, not wanting to waste a drop.
Sometimes itâs nice to be taken care of, and you prove this by absolutely destroying him. Go feral, show him how much of a capable mate you are, wrestle him to the floor and ruin his hole, leave bites and marks on him to claim him. Heâll snarl the whole time and fight back but he loves it. He may even let you use a toy/strap with a knot on it to emulate being seeded and stuffed at the end.
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SO UHH HI MUNCHIES..THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO IM KINDA BLUE BALLING IT, but Iâve read so much smut I think I can do it. You can criticize since I always want to be better! Also this is in 2 person pov also it stirred away from the movie,(he just keeps working shifts thatâs ir)
My atties @ilovetoomanymen @valez123
Some basic stuff - body worship, cunnilingus, loser mike/hj, Mike is a whimper confirmed, afab reader
âIâm sorry I donât have the money, could I pay for it in aâŚ.different way.â

You were a babysitter for Abby, you understood how hard it was for her brother, and you loved the little girl to bits. She was shy and such a creative girl, and she loved you to for being so patience with her and just generally caring for her. So thatâs why you were ok with getting payed very little.You always asked if you could help Michael with anything else, but he would always say no. You respected his wishes mostly, leavening a 20 around the house if Abby needed or wanted something.
You had a good job so you were taken care of, you always made sure they were ok, even if Michael told you they were. You knew it was hard for him. How couldnât it be? He was a guy just barely scraping by while taking care of his sisters, and nowâs heâs having to take night shifts, being away from Abby so long and not getting good sleep, so when he asked you to watch Abby at night while he was at work, you didnât mind when he was working so hard, and it just ment that your job was easier.
This was about the 2 week into his night shift job, you were asleep on the couch, soon you heard a jingle of keys and the door quietly opening and shutting. You groggily looked up checking the time, it was around 3:26 am.âMike..?what are you doing here..itâs only 3â, you tiredly say wiping your eyes, slowly pushing yourself to sit up.âOh. One of the animatronics were malfunctioning and kept messing with the power, so I decided to come home,and I was a little hungry anyways.â He says as he shuffles his vest off, putting it on the table. You slowly get up still a bit tired. Walking to get your bag that he put his vest by. Slowly packing up you heard him pipe up.
âHey uhm, listen.. itâs been getting harder so-â you swiftly cut him off, âListen I understand, you donât have to pay me, I know you work hard to provide.â He looked at you with wide eyes, âand mike you donât have to do any-â, âI never said I wasnât gonna do something.â, he said while looking at you. âW-what?â You looked back at him bewildered. What did he just say? He took a couple steps in front of you, sinking to his knees In front of you, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, he slowly looks up at you, âIâm sorry I donât have the money, could I pay for it in aâŚ.different way.â, he asked, he sounded desperate almost pleading with you. And how could you say no, he was on his knees begging to have you, you wanted him.
You quickly nod, brain not nearly processing whatâs happening as fast as it needs to. Just as he was about to start taking off your pants, you quickly stated,âIâm pretty sure we shouldnât be doing this in the kitchenâ, âOh- yeah, that would be a bad idea.â, he got up, grabbing your hand and walking to his bedroom quickly, the moment both of you get in his room, he slams his lips against yours, you felt like you were dreaming, and you didnât wanna stop, every kiss he stole from you felt like you were on cloud 9.
âMike..we have to keep it down, Abbyâs in bedâ, you said in between kisses.âI know, I know.â He quickly locks the door, ushering back to you, as you guys fumble on the bed, you felt hot, like fire was spread through out your body,in a blink of a eye he was already removing your shirt and bra. After he got done you whent to take his shirt off, ânuh uh. This is my payment to you.â,he says. As he gets to his knees in front of you. God the way he looks at you from between your legs, looking so focused in between while shuffling you pants down. And he was finally down to the last article of clothing, he both wanted to savor and devour you at the same time, and he decided to pick the latter.
He slowly slipped the last piece of clothing. You thought he was gonna take it slow, well. No, he roughly grabs your hips shoving his face in for his meal, he ate, he ate like a mad, taking long fast drags from his tongue against you cunt,âoh god..mike~â. Flicking your clit when the tip of his tongue gets to it, he couldnât get enough of you,âmore,please moreâ he whimpers out in between your legs. Your mind was fuzzy and you could barely think, all you could really think about is mike and his godly skill with his tongue.
He groans out in satisfaction. He kept licking, drenching your pussy In his saliva, god he was so messy, âg-god so goodâ he groaned, he was so messy, saliva and slick drenching his face, and you loved it, you had to bite down on your hand to keep quite soon though he wanted more,he needed more as he slowly got rougher, soon he was stuffing your cunty with his fingers while he suckles on your clit, he ramens two fingers into not relenting on, soon you can feel the coiling in your stomach, you grab his hair roughly, tugging to let him know your were close.
Soon the coiling in your stomach snapped, mike slowly guided you through it, you breathed out a breath you didnât know you kept in, Mike lapped at the juices on his fingers,soon you felt overwhelmed. As mike started to kitten lick your Pussy not seeming to stop.âmike no,no moreâ, you breathed out, âplease one more just one more right, you can do it right? please just one more, I want more no, I need it please god just one more.â He whimpered out pleading, pleading and begging, you nod. He kept licking, starting to get rougher with the licks soon it was all to much for you again. And soon you were cumming on his tongue once again.
Mike slowly got up, knees slightly wobbling from being on the ground, he slowly wiped the back of his hand against his mouth,âI uh..did you like it?â, âmike if I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, after you gave me the best head in my life.â, he chuckles embarrassingly âwell letâs get you cleaned up.â
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âSo are we gonna discuss what happened last night?â, âwhat do you mean Abbyâ mike stated confused, âyou werenât very slick last night so, when am I gonna be a auntie?â Mike started back at her stunned,â ABBY W-WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THATâ mike rushed our embarrassingly, âgeez are you gonna answer the question or not?â
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Is it Christmas Magic or is it Love?
For @steddieholidaydrabbles Prompt: Hot Chocolate â Rating: G âWords: 1000 â cw: none â Tags: Getting Together, single dad Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Sometimes just having someone help feels like magic, Eddie hears what Steve's really saying and does something about it Ao3
Steve pushed rewind on the vhs player and sat back down on the couch, the blue of the tv screen lighting up the room and the sounds of Eddie and Robin shuffling around coming from the speaker of the phone Steve had pulled to the couch.
âYou know, I kinda wish Santa and all that Christmas magic stuff was really real.â Steve said wistfully, thinking about how much easier Christmas would be if he didnât have to be in charge of every single aspect of creating Christmas memories for his daughter.
âUm, what? You donât think thatâd be pretty creepy in real life?â Robin asks skeptically. They, and Eddie, had just finished their monthly movie night via speakerphone, Christmas themed since it was December, and Steve thought itâd actually be pretty handy if some nice old guy in town really was secretly Santa. Except,
âOk, maybe you have a point about the whole âalways knowing what youâre doingâ or âsneaking into houses in the dead of nightâ thing being creepy.â He glances over at the boxes with the tree and decorations that still needed to be put up at some point. âStill. Would be nice.â
âWhatâd be nice?â Eddie asks.
He sounds like heâs honestly wondering, so Steve takes a moment to try to explain it.
âI suppose...itâd be nice to have the help, you know? If âSantaâ could just take something off my plate so I wouldnât have to do everything? Like, I would love if Santa could actually just magically know what Annabelle wants even after she changes her mind fifty times and then just poof! magic it here.â
He pauses, trying to articulate this other feeling he gets on Christmas morning, without sounding too woe is me. âAlso, sometimes- Ugh! Nevermind.â
He tips over on the couch, pressing his palms to he eyes.
âNo, what is it?â Eddie asks, his voice gentle in the silence of Steveâs living room.
âSo, I guess...you know, itâs not like I got all those Christmasy traditions for very long when I was a kid, right? I mean, we did stuff, but it wasnât, you know, just us, doing little things throughout the month, watching movies, going skating, making popcorn garland, and all that, right? And I love doing all those things for and with Belle, I really do! But, also,â He hesitates a moment, because this feels too vulnerable. But itâs just Robin and Eddie, so, âI want that? To feel that wonder and magic she feels.â
âSteveâ
Oh no, that was Robinâs concerned voice.
âYou know what? I think Iâm just being mopey. âTis the season, right? So, just ignore me. Iâm the parent, so itâs my job to create magical moments, not- Anyway! When are you guys getting to town?â
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Robin couldnât get work off until the week of Christmas, but Eddieâs book tour was suddenly redirected, so he was staying with Wayne for most of December. Steve was excited to have him in town, but also assumed Eddie would still be too busy to do much with him and Belle. Steve knows his friends love his kid, but he also knows that not everyone wants to hang out with a 6yo running amok, hanging off him, or trying to run off with strangers at the mall play place.
But oh, how wrong he was.
The moment Eddie got into town, he called to ask if Steve and Belle were free. Which, they were, so Eddie came right over to hang out while Steve did kid laundry. He took one look at the boxes in the living room and asked Belle if she wanted to help put up the tree and decorate the house. By the end of his visit, the whole house felt like Christmas. The tree lit up the room with glowing light, showing off six years of kid ornaments, and now, after an hour of crafting, a handful of Steve, Belle, and Eddie ornaments.
A few days later, Steve was at work when Eddie showed up bringing him a large hot chocolate and, somehow, leaving with Steveâs shopping list of gifts. Heâs honestly still not sure how it happened, but either way Steve definitely didnât expect to get home after school pickup to find Eddie at home working on dinner, and bags of gifts tucked away in Steveâs bedroom.
The next weekend, Steve had planned on taking Belle to see Santa at the mall, but the entire day had gone wrong. And Steve just could not imagine standing in an hour long line with a squiggly 6yo, even if itâs the only day that works if he wants to include the photos with their Christmas cards.
Just as heâs seriously thinking of calling it, thereâs a knock at the door. Eddie had finished that dayâs book signing at a local bookstore and driven by to see if he could catch them before they headed out. Somehow, just having Eddie there made going to the mall seem not too bad.
The line was just as long as Steve feared, but he and Eddie took turns walking Belle around while the other held their spot in line, so it really wasnât too bad. Steve was getting close to the front when he saw Eddie and Belle coming through the crowd; She was holding Eddieâs hand, looking very serious about whatever she was saying, Eddie slightly bent over so he could hear her, and Steve felt his breath catch in his throat and his eyes suddenly stung with emotion. Oh.
Steve pulls Eddie in to join them for their family photo with Santa.
Driving home, Eddie detours around the neighborhood, slowing down at brightly decorated houses to ooh and ahh with Belle, pointing out snowmen and Santas and reindeer.
Steve looks at him and reaches a hand over. This is what he wants, what heâs been missing. Not some Christmas magic that suddenly fixes everything for him, but this, him. Smiling over at Steve, Eddie links their hands.
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On magic as being a chore, and why I think that's fine and probably a helpful way to frame it for a lot of people who want to do practical sorcery
On the topic of wards, have you ever had to dig a drainage ditch so water won't accumulate around your house?
Or, put one of those little gates in a doorway so a new puppy can only stay in one area? Or, have you ever put out ant bait?
Hung up a "no solicitors" sign? Built a fence so the chickens can stay over there, and out of the garden? Built a shade cloth over the garden?
Because when you're building a shade cloth over the garden, you're casting a ward against the sun, right. You're binding the puppy and the chickens so they are constrained to certain areas. You're crafting a spirit trap to redirect the water so it won't harm your foundations. Casting a hex most vile upon the ants.
Etc.
But I really do think that in some conversations, wards and protections get framed in a weird Bonnie and Clyde way, where they're assumed to be only for witches living in the Wild West, having witch wars and doing Risky Magic.
I do enjoy the sinister mysticism that can sometimes surround witchcraft. But sorcerous strategy is a big interest of mine, and I think that a very useful way to arrive at useful strategy is to de-mystify the whole operation.
It's just that we've got these weird labels, like hex, bind, banish, ward, protect, conjure; but when you get down to it, you can just be doing the most mundane stuff with your magic.
I can use a shade cloth to ward the garden against the sun. Then, I can string garlic on a red thread to ward against illness.
I can put up a fence to keep the chickens on that side of the back yard, then hang up a magical no solicitors sign because I'm tired of getting knocks at my door.
This is what gets my goat, sometimes, about people saying magic has to feel all wonderful and beautiful and everything. Yes, I love the experience of being productive with a hammer on an early spring morning, but building a fence is tedious. When it comes down to it, it's still just building a fence. Even if I build it with wax and bits of paper instead of wood and nails.
I feel like there is so much magical housekeeping people could be doing, or would greatly benefit from, that people just don't do because it's wrapped up in these sinister-adjacent terms.
I don't think magic is actually hex/bind/banish/ward/protect/conjure. I really do think magic is a lot more like hammer and nails. Needle and thread. Oven and dough. Etc.
Is it a fast cash spell, or are you just going out to search for the eggs your prosperity hens have already laid?
You can have it either way you like; you can frame going out to get physical eggs from mundane hens as a rapid-manifest prosperity spell. Behold, after I cast a spell of going outside for two minutes, I have manifested five eggs, better than any store could provide.
But taking all the mystical stuff and letting it just be mending holes and baking bread and digging drainage ditches I think is helpful.
All in all, I think demystifying the language we couch practical sorcery in can have two helpful results, which are:
It's easier to let yourself do things you want to do, because while it's normal to say "There's no good reason for me to cast protections because there's no reason to think anything will come after me," it's also normal to say, "you know what would be a good investment for this property? A nice privacy fence, it would make entertaining feel more cozy and then we could start fostering puppies."
It's easier to compel yourself to do the things you need to do, because it stops being, "I really want to cast a prosperity spell but I just haven't been in a magical mood," and starts being, "it is my job to water the plants and if I don't they will wither and die. So I'll make myself a nice tea to bolster my resolve and get to it before work."
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DEMON BUSTERS!! â About Nezuko
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And so, the long awaited Nezuko post has arrived!!! Sorry for the long wait everyone, I had to work out some lore stuff and this kept getting delayed, so letâs just get right into it! In case you donât know or need a refresher, in this modern kny au the Demon Slayer Corps has updated and rebranded into the Demon Busters! People have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates so to make their jobs easier theyâve been running ad campaigns! However this installment is a little different as this is NOT an ad campaign! To protect Nezuko they did not run an ad campaign on her. Instead, this is known as an âaboutâ. Several other characters will be getting an about section but letâs start with our favorite girl Nezuko!
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In this au, Nezuko got turned on her birthday. It was supposed to be a fun celebration, she would spend the night at her friendsâ house and then go home the next morning to help her family prepare for New Years. Of course when the day actually came, there were complications as Tanjirou would not let her go for whatever reason, stating that he had a âbad feelingâ about it. But nothing ever happens in their small town! In fact, the biggest event in a long while was their fatherâs death a couple months prior. Eventually, after some back and forth they just chalked it up to him being paranoid and she was able to go.
It wasnât just paranoia. Nobody knew that anything was wrong until the next morning. Tanjirou had gone to pick Nezuko up since nobody had heard anything from her, and was met with a gruesome sight. Just like in canon, Nezuko was the only survivor, but she seemed to be a little off⌠Firstly, she had tried to attack Tanjirou before quickly coming to her senses after a man called Giyuu Tomioka appeared, stating that he was a âDemon Busterâ and she was a âdemonâ and that he had to slay her. And secondly she no longer had a taste for human food and just slept all the time! Luckily, nobody was slayed, and the siblings were instructed to find a man named Sakonji Urokodaki, Tomiokaâs teacher. But they couldnât just leave! Not after everything. So they came to an agreement: because Nezuko was able to quell her hunger and more or less function like a normal human, the two would go home for now, and then Tomioka would come to pick them up at a later date. As it turned out, in order for Nezuko to get her humanity back, sheâd have to become a âDemon Busterâ. A perfect way to bring in the new year..
In this au Nezuko keeps her humanity and is more of her own person. This makes it easier for her to get around and get info from other demons easier. She also conquers the sun slightly earlier, but weâll get to that later. She wasnât able to really show herself to her family that often until she was able to learn how to disguise herself from none other than Yushiro. Her having a sense of self and a personality separate to Tanjirou also allows for them to go their separate ways a bit more. Of course they stick together but itâs not like Nezuko is bound to the box. They have missions that sometimes requires Tanjirou to go completely solo, thus Nezuko is left to her own devices.
Overall, I really want to explore Nezukoâs character more and thereâs so much more to her than what can be explained in a single post. I guess youâll just have to tag along to find out more huh? This will also allow me to expand more on her relationship in regards to Zenitsu. In canon, it seemed a little one-sided since we werenât able to get Nezukoâs point of view, but in this au I want to show more mutual interest so it doesnât come off as weird as it did in canon. This also allows her to make her own friends (read: Muichirou, Senjurou, Genya, and more). Nezuko is a very fun character to explore in this au and I canât wait to show you guys more!
Also did I mention that a lower moon is seeking to kill her? No? Oh, my bad.
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Hey! Thanks for sticking around. Sorry this one took a while! After this we will most likely be getting Tamayo and Yushiro!! Inosuke and Kanao will have to wait a little bit longer because I still have to figure out things lore/design wise. As for Hashira, the next one will either be Giyuu or Shinobu! Thatâs all for now and thanks for all the support on this au!! Feel free to ask me about anything lore-related! Iâll see you in the next one!
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