#it took a couple tries to figure out how to make it

[rosygaze]

help wanted!

pairing: johnny storm x assistant!reader

summary: it’s your first day at your new job and a certain cocky blonde helps you out.

word count: 2.2k+

note: not me getting attracted to a blonde man 😔 the f4 trailer kickstarted my mcu hyperfixation again so i had to get this out of my system. might be the start of a lil series of one shots based on this pairing 🤭 also i ignore the fact that joseph wears blue contacts for this. i simply do not accept baby cow eye erasure 🙂‍↔️

“You got this. You got this.” You whispered to yourself in the comfort of your car.

Job hunting was going poorly and you were getting desperate when you saw the ad on the paper. An assistant job. That didn’t seem too hard. Get some coffees, organize files, schedule meetings. You could do that.

What you couldn’t do was freaking rocket science. You could just imagine the look on your face when your potential new boss told you that you’d be working with her at the space center. Why didn’t you read the fine print before going to this interview? She was kind enough not to laugh in your face when you explained that you didn’t have any experience in that field. She just gave you a kind smile and moved onto the next question.

You thought that was it. You blew it. But a few days later, you received a call to let you know that you got the job and that they'd be sending you an information packet soon. You might’ve squealed into the poor receiver’s ear.

Now, here you were in your car, bouncing your leg anxiously and staring at the giant facility that housed rocket ships. You sighed and flicked through the folder in your lap.

After going through everything for the fourth time this morning, your watch read 20 to 9. That seemed early enough to look competent, but not too eager. Another deep breath and you stepped out of your car. You slung your bag over your shoulder and clutched your folder to your chest like a lifeline.

A loud screech made you jump. Your head snapped towards the sound and saw a bright red convertible pulling into the parking lot. A cloud of dust trailed behind it as it pulled into the spot across you. Your curiosity was piqued.

Only the back of the driver’s blonde head faced you so you couldn't make out his face. He adjusted the rear-view mirror and looked at his reflection through a stylish pair of sunglasses. The stranger ran his hand through his hair, and it fell perfectly back in place.

You knew you should get inside but you couldn’t help but stare a little longer. That backfired on you when he peered over the tops of his glasses and you saw big brown eyes looking straight at you, corners crinkled in amusement. The driver killed the engine and you held your breath. He opened the door and long legs stretched out of the flashy car.

He wore nice shoes, khaki trousers, and a well-fitting blue dress shirt. You trailed your eyes further up and saw that he took off the glasses, placing them on top of his perfect hair.

He was handsome.

“Hi.” He called out and looked you over, lingering on your legs. Your fingers reached down to the hem of your skirt and pulled it down ever slightly.

“H-hello.” You stammered and scurried off towards the building. Mentally, you were hitting yourself for stuttering.

“Hey, wait!” You didn’t stop. Gravel cracked behind you and you made the mistake of turning around. You saw him running after you, catching up immediately. “You new here?”

You nodded. “First day.”

“Figured.” He sped up a little until he was a couple of steps ahead of you. He started walking backwards so you could see the devilish smile he put on. “Would’ve definitely remembered you.”

You nearly tripped over your heels.

And he clearly noticed.

“I’m Johnny.” He stopped and held a hand out for you. You hesitated before slipping your hand in his. You gave him your name and tried not to notice how nice his calloused hand fit in yours. “Pretty.”

A warm flush came over your body. You had to get inside quick. “It was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.”

“Which department are you in? Maybe I can give you a tour.”

“That’s very kind but, I know where to go.” You waved your folder in front of him. You didn’t know where you were going but you had a feeling that the longer you spent around him, the more you’d embarrass yourself. The door handle was just inches away from your grip but Johnny beat you to it.

“Sure, but I’m much better to look at than a boring piece of paper. More fun too.” He shrugged, putting his weight on the handle. You tried not to notice how the muscles under his shirt shifted.

“I'll take my chances with the paper.” You scoffed.

Johnny pouted and put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes and managed to squeeze your hand in the space between Johnny’s arm. Just barely able to grip the cool metal, you pushed the door open and he pretended to fall inside. You couldn’t even try to hide the silly smile on your lips when you walked past him. The lady behind the front desk looked up at you with an annoyed expression. You faltered in your step.

“Be brave.” Johnny whispered in your ear. You glared at him and he gave you a wink in return.

“Good morning.” You said with a bright smile. The receptionist didn't greet you back. She just gave you another withering stare. “It's my first day and I was told to get my badge here.” You continued.

“Name?” She snapped. You told her, a little taken aback by her tone. She slammed a piece of plastic on the counter and slid it towards you. “You know where to go?”

“Uh-“

She sighed, exasperatedly. “Take the elevator to the right down to basement 3. Turn right down the hallway, take two rights, one left, and it’s the 5th door on your left. Got that?”

“I-“

“I’ve got her, Marge.�� Johnny popped up beside you, a thousand-watt smile on yet again. “You have a day as beautiful as you.”

‘Marge’ made a disgruntled sound, looking less than pleased. She gave him a withering look and went back to her work. You shuffled after Johnny to escape Marge's wrath.

“Bet you wish you took up my offer now, huh?” Johnny hit the button to call the elevator.

“Is she always like that?” You kept your voice low in case she could still hear you.

“Yup, haven’t managed to crack her yet but, trust me, it’ll happen one day.” He held up a finger and looked far away, dramatically. Silly. You thought. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Johnny put a hand on the frame and gestured for you to go in. “Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do you remember how many turns you have to take?” He raised a brow. You paused for a second too long. He chuckled at your hesitation. “I’m going that way anyways. It’s no problem.”

You wanted to turn him down again but you knew you would just get lost and be late on your first day. Having someone who knew this place to show you the way would be the most logical decision.

Plus, you were slowly learning that you liked brown eyes.

“Okay.” You went inside first and Johnny followed. He pressed ‘B3’ and the doors closed. Your nerves settled in again once the elevator rumbled as it descended down. You tapped a finger against the folder. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel Johnny’s gaze burning in the side of your head. You turned and saw him leaning against the wall, studying you. “What?”

“You nervous?” He nodded towards your finger.

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“Me.” Johnny cocked his head. You shook your head incredulously. “You know who you’re gonna be working for?”

“Susan Storm.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You narrowed your eyes. “You know her?”

“I do.” He crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do for her?”

“I’m her new assistant. I don’t really know what to expect.” You sighed.

“You’ll be fine. She’s nice, really.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Johnny held the door open for you again and let you go out first.

“Are you sure? I only met her once during the interview.” You followed Johnny’s lead as he took you through the maze of your new office.

“Positive. She’s a bit of a hard ass sometimes but she’s one of the smartest people I know so she has a right to be. Don’t tell her I said that. She’d never let me live it down.” Johnny’s hand hovered over your upper back to guide you to turn right when you were about to turn left. “So if she chose you, you must be someone special. I wouldn’t worry.”

“That actually makes me feel a bit better.” Johnny gave you a reassuring smile and you noticed your fingers weren’t fidgeting anymore. “What do you do here?”

“I’m a pilot.” He said, nonchalantly, but you noticed his chest puffed out just a tad.

Your eyebrows shot up. “A pilot?”

“Impressed?” Johnny’s smile turned into a smirk.

“Trying not to be.” You teased but you genuinely were.

“Once you see my skills, you won’t be able to resist.” Innuendo dripped off his words and he looked way too pleased with himself. Johnny led you through two more turns and presented you with an unlabeled door. “Et voila, your new home.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” You said, genuinely. “There’s no way I would’ve found this on my own.”

“No worries.” He leaned against the door and gave you that smile again. The same one that had you tripping over yourself. “But… if you ever wanted to repay your knight in shining armor, maybe you could join me for dinner sometime?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing how to respond.

“Johnny!” A voice saved you from your own embarrassment. You looked over Johnny’s shoulder and saw Susan Storm walking towards the two of you. She had a stern look on her face as she stared at the man in front of you. “No flirting with my assistant.”

“I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.” He winked at you.

Susan put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him behind her, standing in between the two of you. Her bright blue eyes turned to you and gave you a warm smile. “Hi, it’s so nice to see you again.” You shook hands.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Ms. Storm.” Her eyes crinkled as her smile reached her eyes.

“Oh, please, call me Sue.” She put her other hand on top of yours and squeezed. Now, you felt stupid for being so nervous. “I see you've met my brother, Jonathan.”

“B-brother?” You looked at Johnny and back at Sue, finally noticing the similarities between the two. Blonde hair, same noses, similar jawlines. Fuck. Were you flirting with your boss’ brother on the first day?

“Younger brother.” Johnny supplied.

“Ah.” You nodded. He was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Hope he wasn’t too much of a bother.” Sue squeezed your hand one last time before letting go.

“He was very helpful actually.” She tilted her head at you and looked back at Johnny, who just shrugged.

“See? I’m helpful.” Johnny told his sister.

“Then go be helpful inside. Ben’s looking for you.” Sue cocked her head in the direction of the room. Johnny rolled his eyes and moved towards the door.

“Fine.” Johnny turned those brown eyes to you again. Something in your stomach fluttered when you locked eyes. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

“Johnny, what did I say!” Sue hit his shoulder.

“Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder and stumbled through the door.

“Sorry about that. If he ever makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I’ll hit him again for you. Now, let me show you around.” Sue gestured for you to follow her.

You followed your boss through the door and your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was inside. Behind the nondescript door was a big hangar. There were computers everywhere and various metal parts in every corner. But the piece de resistance was the rocket ship in the middle of the room. It was as shiny as it was tall. You’d never felt so small in your life.

“Whoa.” Was all you could get out. You craned your neck back to see the pointed tip of the ship.

“Ain’t she a beauty.” Sue sounded proud. “That’s the Marvel-1. Our baby. We’re taking her up to space soon.”

“You are?” You walked further in and saw workers walking around, carrying different parts towards the rocket. Banging and clanging sounds echoed through the big space.

“Mhm. It’ll be a small team. Just me, my husband, Reed, our friend, Ben, and Johnny.”

You couldn’t help but scan the people’s faces, trying to get a glimpse of the blonde again but no dice. Is it weird that you were disappointed?

“That’s amazing.” You looked back up at the rocket. “I’ve never seen a rocket in person before.

“You’ll be seeing a lot of them now.” Sue put a hand on your shoulder. “Now, we have a lot of work to do before that thing is ready to launch and I’ll need your help.”

“You can count on me.” You stood up straight.

“I know I can. That’s why I chose you.” Sue smiled at you. You wanted to prove her right. And most importantly, prove to yourself that you could do this. “Ready to take on your first task?”

You nodded, eagerly.

You got this.

[vanillarosekiss]

his sweetheart cake | john price

warnings: smut!! but it's kinda unfinished tbh, younger reader x price but it's not really noticeable at all, maybe it as just intended to be like that, language, i've been obsessed with f!receiving oral and simon recently so i've tried to switch it up a bit and give old man john some love, enjoy! This is NOT proofread.

The sickeningly sugary scent of cake wafted through the air as you slid the last sweetheart cake onto the cooling rack, the golden-brown crust perfect with a light dusting of delicate powdered sugar. You'd spent all afternoon baking, hoping to surprise John after his long day at work. When he finally came into the kitchen, freshly showered and looking somehow better than ever, you couldn't help but smile at the sight, tired eyes gazing over the tray of treats you'd put so much love into making for him.

"You've made this all for me, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and still carrying the day of work through it.

"Of course," you slipped him a quick kiss on his cheek, "Figured you deserve something sweet after all the time and effort you put in."

You took one of the cakes gently and lifted it toward his mouth, feeding it to him. He took a decent sized bite, and let out a small mumble of appreciation before pulling you in by your waist and kissing you. You tasted the sugar on his lips, the sweetness of that moment infecting you like a fever you never wanted to break.

"S'delightful baby. Like always. You sure I'm the one who deserves a treat?" he said playfully, with an amused smile to tease you.

"I'm definitely sure. You treat me too well." you said, and truthfully, you were right. Particularly in the bedroom area, John would never dream of leaving you unsatisfied. He would go to the greatest lengths for you, even to the point where he was eating you out for hours just to make you cum more than once. It was never about him, only you.

"Could nev'a treat you too well, pretty angel" he argued, squeezing your hip a little.

"You do! I feel bad. Wanna make it up to you."

A low chuckle rumbled from him, and he pulled you closer.

"You don't have to do that, love. Seeing you happy is enough for me."

You were relentless with it though, and that said a lot when you both went to bed later in the evening.

You decided to treat him a little, making sure to wear his favourite lingerie of yours - pure white with intricate lacing around the hems. And God did he love every second of seeing you in that, his precious cherub. You were being so good for him, after he'd had such a gruelling day at work.

As he laid against the backboard of the bed, you straddled his thighs, hands on his chest whilst dragging your hips back n'forth his boxer clad crotch. Your pretty little whimpers and whines of wants and desires sent him to heaven, causing him to close his eyes and squeeze your hips a little tighter as he guided you on top of him.

"Tha's perfect, baby." he managed, getting worked up by your sultry movements.

"Wan' you!" you whined and pawed at his chest a couple times, hands fumbling to take off your tiny lace panties. Laughing slightly, he helped you out of them, feeling how soaked you were for him, before taking off his own boxers and realising that he was painfully hard. More than usual.

His cock was big, springing up to his stomach, blush pink tip leaking messily in pre-cum. You ran your hand up and down his length a few times, even going to the lengths to move back so you could suck him for a bit. He didn’t push you too hard, just holding your hair back whilst you tasted him, licking long stripes down his shaft and sucking on the head of his cock. But you didn't for long, so eager to get him in you. He could sense how needy you were, helping you back onto his lap and lining himself up with your slit, before you sank down on him almost entirely in one go. This did it for John, as he let out a hiss of pure pleasure; his head was now fully leant back whilst you moaned softly against his chest, cockdrunk after a few mere seconds. You moved slowly at first, and then fastened your pace, grasping for any sense of relief as he talked you through it all.

"Doing so good f'me sweet girl," he grunted as his hands held you, moving you up and down his cock.

"This pussy's sweeter than any cake you could make for me, love."

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[ambriel-angstwitch]

Batman and The Signal Commentary Part 3

(Gotham by Day Part 1-2)

Duke’s fear of not fitting in the Batfam is so interesting because he does fit in and he’s more skilled than he thinks. He’s so insecure and that’s so sad.

How dare they blame my boy!

Seriously I don’t get why everyone always blames the super hero. Like the criminal committed crimes and then he showed up. And logically if you were a criminal wouldn’t you start operating during the day if there’s like a dozen hero’s at night.

Poor Duke is so riddled with insecurity and questions.

I feel like there’s also such a disconnect between him and his friends at the moment. Because his girlfriend is trying to ask about his wellbeing but I think both of the girl are failing to realize how much this means to Duke. Like the case is tied to his wellbeing right now. It’s adding to his insecurity, he just wants to understand and feel like he fits somewhere

Bruce showing his favoritism. He built Duke a whole base.

You know what I think Duke deserves it though. He deserves grand gestures of love from a parental figure.

Duke is the light he is that which exposes the truth.

I do find it interesting that Duke has always been surrounded by those who work in the dark.

It’s also beautiful that he had such a close relationship to his parents. That his dad took pride in what he did even if it wasn’t a normal job.

Like I said earlier him and his friends are having problems.

I understand somewhat people protecting themselves, but I’ve never understood when people just leave when they’re worried someone will get themselves killed.

I’d rather stay back and try to help when they’re asking me too. Even if there’s a possibility that it’s all futile there’s always a possibility it isn’t. I’d rather know I’d tried.

It is good angst though. I do appreciate it.

I love how this shows how Duke is also a detective.

But on the flip side it shows how human he is. Because while it’s important to not rule anyone out as a subject you can take it too far. Too believe because of something a villian said and a couple other clues that everything is a lie. That Bruce crafted the tragedies in his life to take Duke for himself

I love how Bruce is just like “What are you talking about?” because it doesn’t make much sense Bruce doesn’t want more metas in Gotham even if some will help him more will do nothing and some will of course cause problems

Such a good way to end that comic. Because somebody has been masterminding it but not of course Bruce.

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[lottiesboy]

papa van palmer headcanons…

forrrrrrr @butchreg :]] sorry it took so long to write this it’s should’ve been put out like 2 days ago… anyways i 🧡 papa :3

he's really good at cheering you up. you could be having a bad day, all grumpy and whiny, and he’ll just bring you on his lap and he’ll say something like, “c’mere… talk to papa.” van knows how it feels to bottle up emotions and not tell anyone, and he doesn’t want that for you. he’ll let you lay your head on his shoulder and let you talk for as long as you need.

goes out of his way to find your favorite movies and gives them to you as rewards when you’ve been good. you think he’s gonna sell them at the store but he tells you those are yours to keep. he even makes a little section for your movies with your name on it.

you like to trace his face scars when you’re spending quality time together, like movie night, or when he’s reading to you. it tickles him when you do, but he tries not to laugh.

van wears his fair share or rings but he has a fidget one that spins and he wears it with his others so you can play with it :3

he’s never harsh with punishment, he’ll just do timeout or no story before bed. he’s a pretty easy cg but he will put on a strict act when needed.

has pacifiers scattered around the house so whenever you get fussy, or you need some comfort, van can just immediately grab it and pop it in your mouth. and i mean EVERYWHERE in the house. the kitchen drawers where the spoons are, the tv stand, maybe even the medicine cabinet in the bathroom…

van has a little space behind his counter at work where he lets you sit so he can watch you. the counter is very high and covers you from his costumers. he lays down a couple pillows and a blanket, and gives you your tiny items. the majority of the time you’re just playing with his pant leg and untying his boots, which gets a “what are you doing, silly baby?” out of him.

he can multitask while holding you on his hip,,, while making you a bottle, organizing tapes, it’s one of his superpowers.

a very interactive papa. plays dolls, tea party, action figures, anything and everything his little baby wants. if you’re smaller, he’ll play peekaboo or do tummy time with you. he’s a sucker for you when your in a younger headspace than usual.

“uh oh- where’s papa? where’s papa?! … there he is!!!”

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LUCKITTY-CAT!

❤︎ a multistep guide for adisorn to help you a new cat adjust to their new lifestyle. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 2k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, kidnapping, one (1) mention of blood, petplay (not in the sexual sense)/adisorn treats you like a cat, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Prepare space for the cat beforehand.

This was arguably the easiest step for Adisorn Moore. Thanks to the excuse that he was moving in, no one batted an eye about him buying all sorts of locks, security measures, and a truckload of otherwise pretty suspicious material. He did have to do a couple laps around his new place to decide which of the rooms was best to keep you in.

His bedroom was tempting, but he doubted that he could get much done if he had to potentially fight you each time he wanted to sleep or get a change of clothes. However, he did like the idea of being able to eventually get you into his bedroom, to spend time closer to you and with you. Maybe if you settled in nicely enough, he could use the idea of his warm bed as a potential reward for your good behavior.

The bathroom would be a good choice to ensure that exits and entryways were tightly secured, but he also didn’t want to have to give up the comfort of his bathroom just yet. Besides, the bathroom offered just too many outlets for you to make drastic choices, and he didn’t want you thinking you could take the easy way out after all the hard work he’s put in.

The kitchen was easy to eliminate, so that left Adisorn with his guest bedroom. He didn’t have to do much to prepare the room. A few contractors and a bit of money was all it took to eliminate the single glass window, and a few YouTube tutorials gave him good insight into how to replace the locks on the door. All he had left was to set up some cameras and keep the room’s furnishings to a minimum, and he had the perfect set up for a new cat to pick up.

He doesn’t like that the room looks so barren. It’s the perfect antithesis to just how vibrant and rich you were as a person, but at the same time, Adisorn understands that sometimes he has to take the extremes in order to get what he wants.

He’s sure with time that you’ll come around to understand him.

You always have.

2. Provide enrichment for your cat. 

The first few weeks were the worst. If only you knew how much it broke Adisorn’s heart to have to wear you down like this. He never expected this whole ordeal to be easy, but knowing it and actually carrying the deed out were two completely different things.

You tried every trick in your book to win back your freedom. 

He stood on the other side of the door as you bargained with him. You begged, pleaded, cried, screamed, groveled until your voice went hoarse. Of course, your freedom wasn’t something he was willing to negotiate with you in the first place, but you were desperate. You needed to try everything you knew. Nothing was too sacred or too profane to yell out. Day in and day out, you’d hurl curses and praise at him, trying to find any weak point in his mind to wedge yourself into so that you could somehow do something. Anything. 

You offered up money. You swore that you would never tell the authorities if he just let you go. You threatened him, saying that it was just a matter of time before your family and friends would figure out you had gone missing and then everyone would be hot on his trail.

When that didn’t work, you turned to more physical methods. He could hear you grasping at the walls, slamming your fists against the concrete in hopes of finding a weak point that might let out just enough to let you escape. You’d scratch like a real cat at the door until you’d bleed, evident by the dried crimson droplets Adisorn would discover underneath the crack of your door. You’d fight him whenever he’d come around to let you wash up or to drop off food, biting and screaming and clawing and crying like a wounded animal at death’s doorstep not quite yet ready to have its life snuffed out entirely. 

It wasn’t worth trying to rationalize anything to you at this stage. He just had to wait it out. You were smart, and soon enough, you’d realize that there really was nothing you could do to help yourself. No one was coming to save you, you were too weak to find a way to break out or overpower Adisorn, and all you had left to depend on for your own well-being was him.

Sure, Adisorn was to be feared and hated, but the one thing worse than Adisorn right now was to not even have him at all. The dread would settle in with time, as long hours would net you nothing but a sense of hopelessness that you couldn’t quell on your own. 

And at that point, Adisorn was more than happy to welcome you with open arms and a faux apologetic smile.

After all, even seeing him for a little bit was a big upgrade than being left all alone in a starkly empty room with nothing but your panicked thoughts. 

3. Perform regular grooming and care.

It took him a while to trust you to be left to your own devices. Even with him breaking down your immediate walls, you still had enough fight left in you that he couldn’t fully let his guard down. You would turn anything—from an old toothbrush to a ragged comb—into an opportunity. 

Adisorn detested having to treat you like this. He fell for you because you were so capable and kind, so empathetic of everything he did, so the last thing he wanted to do was strip you down to nothing but a shell of yourself and have to take care of you like you were a doll. It wasn’t an easy line to balance by any means, but with enough trial and error, reward and punishment, he was able to drill some semblance of a routine into you.

You no longer tried to scratch his eyes out whenever he let you out to brush your teeth and wash your face. You no longer tried to twist the towels in the bathroom into something to strangle Adisorn with. You no longer tried to steal the parts of the toilet in hopes of using it as a weapon.

It was almost domestic after a while. You’d stand next to him, eyes bloodshot, and brush your teeth at the same time he did. He always made sure to pick out toothbrushes with your favorite colors, and Adisorn would even ask you every now and then if you wanted him to change the color. 

He did his best to let you out for hygiene at the same time every day, and as the weeks and months bled by, your expressions of rage, disbelief, and disdain quickly turned into that of anticipation and almost a kind of longing. 

Like you had missed his presence.

4. Allow for exploration and play.

How much time had passed since the fateful day that he had snatched you up all for himself? The numbers, the pain, the tears and struggle were nothing now that he had you where he wanted. He could vividly recall the excitement he had felt when he first moved in, scanning his entire apartment to decide where he wanted to keep you and just how good it would feel to slowly open you up to the other sectors of his abode.

And finally, that day came. 

He didn’t miss the way your eyes would widen when you first stepped into his spacious bedroom. Your gaze fell over all of his belongings: his closet filled with all kinds of clothes, a big bed with soft pillows and matching sheets, walls that weren’t a drab shade of soulsucking grey, and the occasional bit of StarBlitz merchandise. 

You must have missed having your own bedroom. Having your own things. Having your own normal life. 

“I figured you were getting lonely in the guest room. And, well, you really aren’t a guest in this house anymore,” Adisorn cracks a bad joke, in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. It’s really a 50-50 as to whether or not you’ll reply to him or treat him to a dose of cold silence, but it’s a gamble he’s willing to take each and every time. 

Your lips tremble as you take a shaky step forward. It reminds of a shy kitten wobbling on its unstable legs as it ventures out into the wide world. 

“It’s so big,” your voice is quiet and weak. Nothing like the strong, lively voice he had gotten used to before he had kidnapped you. “And… it smells like you. There’s so much here.”

“Consider it yours as much as it is mine, snowflake.” A strong hand comes down on your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. “I’m letting you have this much because you’ve been so obedient lately.”

You look up at him. It’s true that over the long, long course of your imprisonment, Adisorn has taken painstaking measures to ensure that the fight in you has left. You don’t know whether to laugh or be grateful. Having him open his bedroom up to you feels like a mockery, like he’s showing off everything he’s stolen from you and expecting you to fall to his feet and treat him like some merciful god. But at the same time, you, of all people, aren’t in the place to argue. 

Not when you don’t even have any of this in your current room.

“...Thank you, Adi,” your lips move numbly, and the words tumble from your mouth like stones. They weigh against your conscience, as if the admittance of your gratitude was somehow a stain against your soul. “It’s wonderful.”

“You’ll be sharing with me, of course. But y’know, still better than nothing.” He gestures vaguely around the room with his hand. “Sharing a bed is better than sleeping on the cold floor. Getting to pick out your own clothes from my selection is better than you having to wear whatever I get you.”

He pauses, before he peers at you with fond eyes. It takes everything in you not to visibly shudder underneath his touch. It makes your skin crawl to think that at some point in your life you had been foolish enough to trust him, to hold affection for him, to consider him a friend. 

“And above all, you’ll have me to keep you company regularly. You won’t be so alone.”

When did this nightmare start? When had you turned into something so weak and pathetic? At what point had you grown too confident in yourself, to lose sight of the predator lurking at the edges, the lone hungry wolf licking its maw in anticipation for its next meal? 

And at what point did you learn to accept it? His fangs against your body, bleeding you dry of any will to retaliate, are just as sharp as ever, disguised under a screen of generosity in hopes that it could lure you into a sense of security. Maybe Adisorn was never the tough wolf you made him out to be. He never considered this sadistic farce to take place on equal grounds.

In his mind, you needed him. You couldn’t make it out there all on your own. You couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t understand the workings of the cruel world evolving around you. You needed someone to guide you in the right direction, to become the guardian angel you didn’t realize you needed, to love you in the way you had once loved him.

You needed him to take care of you. To scoop you up in his arms. To lavish his affection onto. You were never a capable, human counterpart in his eyes. Even from when you first laid eyes on him in your small town, he saw you for who you truly were. No better than a helpless, mewling kitten, calling out to him to be taken, to be loved. 

To be housebroken.

x

[247-diaperboy]

Scott couldn’t believe it. He accidentally peed his pants when he crashed over at his buddy’s place the night before. Yeah they had some shots and a couple drinks so Scott just thought it was a one-time thing. However, his boyfriend Gabe wasn’t so sure. What if it was something more? Gabe said he should wear a diaper the next night, just in case. Scott said absolutely not. That was not necessary. It was a one-time accident and the alcohol was to blame.

Gabe said, “How about we make a bet? Wear as diaper just for tonight. If you keep it dry, then you’re right. It was just a one-time accident. And I’ll give you the money so you can get that new pair of Jordans you keep talking about. If you wet the diaper though, then it means this isn’t just a one-time accident. That means you have to wear diapers 24/7, that means day and night for one full month.”

Scott’s jaw dropped. What? That sounded ridiculous. Of course it was just a one-time accident. A diaper? What the hell? Why would he need to go through all this? Why is his boyfriend Gabe even suggesting this? However, he did want those new Jordans. They looked awesome. Scott slowly debated.

Scott responded with doubt. “Why do I need to wear a diaper? Are you just trying to make fun of me? Where would we even get a diaper?”

Gabe brought him into the other room with some Halloween costumes and stuff. “I have this random pack of adult diapers from the frat initiation I went through. I kept them thinking they might make a good baby costume for Halloween or something,” Gabe responded, pulling out an open pack of adult diapers. Gabe reached in and took out a diaper, handing it to Scott.

Scott took the diaper in disbelief. The diaper was not just a white pull-up thing. It looked like a real baby diaper with bright baby blue and pink print on it. It was plastic and had tapes. It crinkled in his hands as he stared at it. It looked humiliating.

“No way. Hell no! I’m not wearing anything like that!” Scott objected.

“Hey, Scott. Just listen to me. It’s just for one night. If it really was a one-time accident, then great. If it’s something more, then the diaper will make sure you don’t wet the bed. And we can try to figure out what’s wrong. Plus, if you’re right and it was a one-time thing, then you get that pair of Jordans.”

Scott thought. True, wearing this for just one night was a small price for those Jordans. “Ummm… this is weird. You really will pay for the Jordans?”

“Absolutely. We’ll go tomorrow. As long as you don’t wet the diaper,” Gabe assured him.

“Im not gonna wet the diaper. I just need to wear it for bed tonight?” Scott asked.

“Yup. You put it on before you go to bed and you can take it off when you get up. If it’s dry, we go get the Jordans. If it’s wet, then you need to wear these diapers every day and night for the next month and we can try to figure out what is wrong,” Gabe confirmed.

“Okay, I guess. Seems like a weird deal. But getting those Jordans will be worth it,” Scott agreed cautiously.

“Great!” Gabe said smiling.

***

That night, Scott went to go to bed.

“Wait, remember the deal,” said Gabe.

Scott sighed. He was not looking forward to putting on the diaper. Scott started trying to put it on but struggled to get it on right. Gabe helped him put it on and adjusted the tapes.

As Scott looked down, he was in shock and disbelief. It was so weird but there was something comforting about it. Without realizing it, Scott reached down and felt the shiny puffy diaper that wrapped around him. He couldn’t stop feeling it, feeling the smooth plastic and hearing it crinkle with every touch.

“Are you coming to bed or are you gonna stand there touching your diaper?” Gabe asked jokingly, breaking Scott’s attention from his diaper. Scott walked over to bed, aware of every crinkle as he walked and got into bed. The diaper seemed so noisy as he tried to get comfortable in bed.

***

Scott woke up. As he shifted in bed, the diaper crinkled and Scott instantly woke up, remembering everything. He reached down and was ready to take the diaper off. However something was different. The diaper felt different. He threw off the covers, sat up and looked down. To his horror, his diaper was thicker, yellow, and obviously wet. How could that be?

Gabe walked in at the moment. “Hey, Scott. Good morning! How’s the… oh. It looks like you needed that diaper after all,” Gabe said looking at Scott with a mix of emotions in his eyes, comforting, concerned and loving.

Scott was in a panic. “No. Wait. This can’t have… why?” As he said that, he starting peeing in his diaper, filling it even more and making the diaper swell. It felt weird, both foreign and yet somehow comfortable. Scott was on the verge of tears, not knowing what to think.

Gabe sat down next to him. “It’s okay, Scott. We will figure this out,” reassured Gabe as he pulled out the pack of diapers. “Let’s change the diaper. Good thing we have these other ones,” Gabe said as he reached for another diaper. “I’ll order some more diapers right away this morning.”

Scott looked down at his first diaper since he was a baby. His heart raced as he realized now that it was going to be the first of many diapers in his future.

[lovemyromance]

I just feel like the timeline of things is so weird when you consider the couples we have in ACOTAR. Like everyone who is saying Elucien/Gwynriel are endgame are just ignoring the timeline of SJM's book (among other things).

Feyre/Rhysand

Met in ACOTAR (halfway through)

Rhys & Feyre had a kiss in ACOTAR (doesn't really count but eh)

Rhysand found out Feyre was his mate in ACOTAR

Feyre avoids Rhys (or tries to) in early ACOMAF

They fell in love -> rest of ACOMAF

They were revealed to be mates in ACOMAF

Rhys made her his wife/HL in ACOMAF

They solidified their bond w/ a life pact (questionable) in ACOWAR

They had a child in ACOSF

-> Chronologically, this love story took 1-2 years from first meeting to accepting the bond. Attraction hit instantly, more signs came around the 1.5 year mark

Cassian/Nesta

Met in ACOMAF (halfway through)

Nesta became Fae, Cassian was obviously down bad for her (ACOMAF)

Nesta/Cassian had an almost kiss in ACOMAF

Cassian risked Bryaxis's wrath to save Nesta from the Twin Ravens, & Nesta was willing to die for Cassian (ACOWAR)

Nesta avoids Cassian/goes into a downward spiral (ACOFAS)

Cassian keeps reaching out his hand (ACOFAS)

Nesta & Cassian get together (fwb) -> early ACOSF

Nesta & Cassian discover they are mates -> 3/4 ACOSF

Nesta & Cassian accept the bond -> End of ACOSF

-> Chronologically, this love story took 1-2 years from first meeting to accepting the bond. Attraction hit instantly, more signs came around the 1.5 year mark

So that's approximately 3 books between their first meeting to them getting together. Them being mates was not revealed up front. Cassian & Rhys did not pursue Feyre/Nesta because of a mating bond. The order of operations so to speak has always been: they meet, showed romantic attraction/chemistry very early on, there's a life or death situation where they show their true feelings, then mating bond finally comes into play.

So clearly - if the mating bond meant THAT much, shouldn't it be revealed NOT in the last 25% of the book? If the reason to be with someone was because they're your mate (not yk..love) then why not have all of them start as mates and fall in love? But I digress....

If you look at Elriel's timeline:

Elain meets Azriel in ACOMAF (halfway through)

Elain becomes Fae & Lucien's mate (ACOMAF)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, sits with Elain in the garden (early ACOWAR)

Azriel NOT Lucien, discovers Elain is a Seer (early ACOWAR)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, stays with Elain in the townhouse when the Twin Ravens attack the library (early ACOWAR)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, saves Elain from Hybern's camp (ACOWAR)

Elain saves Azriel, NOT Lucien, from the naga (ACOWAR)

Azriel, NOT Lucien, gives Elain TT (ACOWAR)

Elain steps out of a shadow and kills the KOH (ACOWAR)

Elain gets Azriel, NOT Lucien, a solstice present (ACOFAS)

Azriel gets protective over Elain in early ACOSF

Azriel & Elain - again not Lucien- get each other solstice presents (ACOSF)

Azriel & Elain share an almost kiss (3/4 through ACOSF) -> again no Lucien

Azriel & Elain avoid each other (end of ACOSF)

-> Again, you see their love story progress within the 1.5 year timeframe. Attraction hits instantly, more signs around the 1.5 year mark

That's approximately 2-3 books from when they first meet, to risking their life, to avoidance, and now we are at the point in their story where they will get together. It makes sense, chronologically. If after ACOFAS, we went straight into an Elriel book - it would've made sense. Because the 1-3 book timeline still applies. In fact, it would've given Nesta's HOW rehab more justification because she would've been on a downward spiral for much longer that it required intervention by the end of ACOTAR 4. But I digress (again)

Now let's look at the Elucien timeline:

Elain meets Lucien when the mating bond snaps for him -> end of ACOMAF

Lucien has an awkward tea session with Elain in ACOWAR

Lucien can't figure out what's wrong with Elain in ACOWAR

Lucien leaves the NC to go search for Vassa per Elain's vision in ACOWAR

Lucien runs to find Elain in the battle in ACOWAR

Feyre prompts Elain to respond to Lucien in the end of ACOWAR. They have a presumably off page conversation

Lucien gets Elain a solstice gift in ACOFAS (Elain does not reciprocate)

Elain says she does not want a mate in ACOFAS

Lucien avoids Elain, Elain avoids Lucien ACOSF

Lucien gets Elain a solstice gift in ACOSF (Elain does not reciprocate)

So in the 1.5 year timeline, the MOST we have gotten from this couple is yes, confirmation that Lucien has a mating bond with Elain. And yes, Elain does not seem to want it. We have seen Lucien showing signs of attraction to Elain, which Elain does not reciprocate. We have a lot of things Elain does not reciprocate. By SJM's timeline -> They should be past the initial attraction, die for you moment, avoidance phase. I guess they are in the avoidance phase, but they've been in that phase since they met.

Can they realistically go from this phase of zero attraction, zero epic moment, to flat out avoidance, to Elain romancing another, to then somehow, accepting a mating bond with Lucien? In one book?

No. That is over a 3 year timeline for us to even see ATTRACTION from them. Not SJM's style.

I could also analyze Gwynriel, but that would be a waste of time seeing as they met 2 years ago and still have no moments together that show they even care about each other so, that already doesn't fit the timeline.

Pacing is very important when it comes to a multi-book series. You can't whip things out of your ass or present an idea and then wait over 3 books to build on it. If Elucien were to take off, the best time would've been right after ACOWAR. If Gwynriel were to take off...well, it should've been ACOWAR since they've known each other for over a year at that point.

Literally the only timeline that works with SJM's pacing is Elriel. Idk how it needs to be more obvious than that.

[lolitastories]

Antics

Bucky Barnes

I never thought I would be so happy to see Sam’s old beat up boat as I walk down the dock. But being away from Bucky and the kids for 2 weeks, it was torture. “You’re back!” I turn my head back and catch Sarah a couple of feets from her now running kids. “It's me, Cass!” I stood at my spot waiting for the younger of the two brothers to catch up.

“Yes Cass,” I pat him back as he wraps his arms around me. “I didn’t forget you, it was only 2 weeks.” He pulled back with a huge grin.

“I have so much to tell you!” I look up to a disapproving look from Sarah towards her kids which makes me smile.

“Me first-” AJ sprints towards us as he hears his younger brother speak. “Uncle Bucky took us to an event where he talked to this girl-”

“Uncle Sam said she was cute and Uncle Bucky agreed!”

“Then we came back home and we interrogated him since we love you and-”

“And he said he was texting someone from the party-”

“We tried to figure out-”

“Enough.” Sarah grabs her boys by the shoulder and pulls them back. “I know you have good intentions but how about you let her settle down first?” The boys shyly nod.

“Let me help you with that.” AJ offers to grab my bag.

“Thank you.” I smile letting both boys walk past us.

“The faster she gets there the faster we will know the truth!” I hold in my laughter from the not so whispers coming from the two brothers.

“Those boys,” Sarah groans, shaking her head. I look up, wrapping my arms around her.

“It comes from somewhere nice in them.”

“Yeah the nosy part, just like their uncle Sam.” Once I pull back she has a smile. “Don’t take it too seriously. Sam was the one who enticed the boys.” I grabbed one of the bags she was carrying as we continued making our way towards the boat. “Bucky was only being nice.”

“I know.” I smile over to her.

“Are you hungry?” She lifted up the bag she had in hand. Through it I could see the ingredients to one of my favorite meals.

“Duh.” She laughs. “How dare you ask. Even if I am full I will always make space for your food.” I followed her into the kitchen and set the things down. I begin to open up the bags to help her but she quickly hits my hand away.

“No.” She retracks. “Go see your family, food will be ready shortly.” I was going to argue but she had the mom stare down. “Welcome back!” She screams from behind me as I exit the kitchen. I walked over to the room Sam had set aside for us. Technically he set it aside for Bucky as he stayed here after Steve left. Bucky kept it knowing we would spend most of our time here which, he was right. When I leave for missions or Bucky does, we stay here waiting for the other to return. It's easier since we have people like Sarah to help out with the kids. It was late afternoon so the sun was in the perfect spot. Where the sun was still out but it wasn’t right on top of us, it wasn’t burning us up. It casted a warm light through the window, a light that makes you remember a summer day. It also means I was just in time to set my babies to sleep.

“Hello?” I whispered, opening the door but no one answered. I closed the door quietly, feeling my heart in pain. Have I missed putting them to bed? I walk around the corner to see Bucky holding our son close. One of his small arms around Bucky’s neck while the other held his stuffed animal tightly. He slowly nods as Bucky whispers something in his ear. I don’t know how I get out the door knowing I leave pieces of my heart behind.

“I think she heard you.” Bucky whispers with a smile. He grabs him close as he walks down the small hallway. He twists his body as our son stays glued to his shoulder and I watch as his eyes widen at the sight of me at the end of the hall.

“Mommy!” I open my arms, grabbing him from his father’s arms. His small arms now wrap around my neck to pull me close. “Did you hear me?” He whispers in my ear sweetly. “I spoke to you every night.” My hand moved up and down his back, giving him a reassuring touch.

“Of course I heard my baby,” My eyes moved to see Bucky looking at us. “Came back as soon as possible.”

“You left for too long this time,” His words stinged. I look back down cupping his cheek seeing how his eyes were filled with tears. One of the things Bucky and I discussed before having kids was working. Of course it wasn’t ideal for us to have kids in our field but it was something I dreamt of as a little girl. I loved the idea of a family and I loved my job, I couldn’t pick a side. So we made some hard choices. Like if one was out on a mission the other had to stay home, just in case one of us didn’t make it back. We wouldn’t discuss anything in our jobs so the other person wouldn’t worry. If possible we would talk every night while out on a job but as soon as we were home, we would spend each second together.

“I’m sorry buddy.” My thumb traces below his eyes, cleaning his tears. “It isn’t easy for me either, being away from you and your sister.” He blinks the tears away lifting his face to see me.

“Daddy too?” I let out a quiet chuckle and nod.

“Sure, daddy too.” I look up feeling Bucky’s hand on my lower back. His other arm came to move our son's hair out of his face.

“Mommy missed me, right?” Our son pulls his head up and nods agreeing with Bucky.

“Will you be leaving again?” My smile fades into a smaller one. Our quick moment finished just as quick. Lately it has been me who has left for missions, I knew it has taken a toll on people so that was the reason I asked for some time off.

“Yeah, but not for a while.” Those words quickly lift up his mood.

“Enough time to visit New York? The aquarium? The butterfly museum?!” I laugh just nodding at his questions. His intense small hand gripping the side of my face. “We can visit the bookstores you told me about!” I love seeing him so happy. The fact that his 4 year old brain could remember so much, especially things I loved. I mean half of those things we share in common,

“Wait,” we both turn with a sheepish smile at a confused Bucky. “You two have been planning a trip to New York?” We slowly nod. “And was I going to be told about this?” We turn to each other and share the same look.

“Nope,” I nod proudly at our son. “It’s just mommy and me.” I bit my lip holding in a smile. I turned around with a simple shrug and walked towards the bed.

“What?!” I could hear his heavy footsteps hurry behind us so I picked up the pace and jumped into the bed with our son curled up into my arms. “What is sissy and I supposed to do?” At the end of the bed there was Bucky with one hand on his hip and the other pointing at a sleeping 10 month old baby in her crib.

“That girl just needed my body to get here. She loves her daddy so much that she probably didn’t miss me.” I roll my eyes, holding my son closer hearing his small giggle. “This one right here,” I poked his head jokingly, “loves me.” I look down and notice his stuffed animal in between us. “If you take the stuffy out of the equation I am number one in his list.” Bucky groans and moves around to the other side of the bed. It deepens as he crawls to us, he leans on his elbow hovering above our son.

“You love daddy right?”

“Right.” Of course he does. Just like I know my daughter loves me too (more when her father is on a mission and I am the only one who feeds her).

“But,” I say teasingly

“But I love mommy more!” He rushes to cling closer to me, Bucky moves over and starts tickling him. The room filled with laughter between the father and son. I look over knowing our girl could sleep through a storm, just like me. I turn back to the little moment as the laughs die down.

“Just wait until sissy can talk,” Our son laughs as he continues to hug me close. “We will make our own plans.”

“Hmm,” I look down and then up to Bucky.

“Someone is tired.” Bucky moves closer to see our soon eyelids fighting to stay open.

“He was out all day playing with AJ and Cass, then I took him a bath,” As Bucky spoke I slid our son under the covers. “He still usually fights me to sleep but of course with you,” I smile.

“Don’t be jealous.” He places his hand over his chest to act hurt.

“Jealous of you?” He throws his head back shaking his head. “No, I am jealous of him.” He points over. I cover my mouth to not let out a screaming laugh. “He gets to be close to my girls,” He pulls forward to our son's ear. “Those used to be only mine!” I push him back.

“Shut up!” I follow his lead of the whisper yell. “Plus, you were the one who was ecstatic of sharing them when you found out I was pregnant.”

“Of course I was! They grew double in size. I just thought a year or two, they would be off them. Our son was on it for two years then you became pregnant and so he was extra clingy and then she was born,” He throws his hands up as he lays down fully on the bed. I shuffle around, carefully laying our son down with some pillows as a wall. I crawled over his small figure and over to where the bigger baby was.

“Stop being overdramatic,” his head was comfortably over our pillows, his hands finding my hips instantly. “Learn to share.” I whispered as a big smile grew on my face. I shifted up a little bit more so I was hovering over his face. It was just him and I now. Our world in this small room and everybody else out there. “Hi.” Those blue eyes were home. The stress and agony of the mission vanished with a simple look. Behind those eyes was a man who I trusted with my babies. I knew this man would die for them and for me. I don’t regret a second with him, I don’t regret anything with him in my life. He was the perfect dad and the perfect partner.

“Hi,” A toothy smile. A smile that you wouldn’t believe could ever be plastered in Bucky’s face but it is. “You okay?” I nod. “Have you eaten?” I shake my head. “Tired?” I shrug, I wasn’t feeling it but if I laid my head down I couldn’t surely fall asleep. “Do you love me?” I flicker back. I nod. “How much?” I stop to think for a minute. Looking away from his eyes, I lower my head closer to capture his lips. The kiss was slow and gentle, as I told him how much I missed him. It was a sweet and loving kiss but as I continued down his jaw and towards his ear I knew I had to pull away eventually. We wouldn’t probably continue with two kids in the room.

“Enough to give you another baby,” A sheepish giggle escaped my lips when I could feel a low groan coming from Bucky.

“Honey, that would mean less, me and you time and we are so close to finally escaping these brats.” I smile knowing he was joking.

“But didn’t you enjoy the process?” I placed a kiss on his ear as my face was hiding in the crook of his neck. Sam let Bucky have the room with the bathroom but it was still small. Sometimes the desire got the best of us so we would escape to the small bathroom, leave the door cracked open a bit just in case we heard them wake up but as they grew older it was almost impossible to do it here.

“Doll,” He groaned quietly. His fingers pressed against my hip bone, pushing me against his. I quickly peck his lips one more time before getting out of bed in a hurry.

“Sarah should be done with dinner,” I watch Bucky sit up. He rubs his hand down his face as I just stand there watching.

“We will have this room crawling with kids if you don’t learn to behave,” I looked over making sure our son wasn’t moving and when I looked back Bucky was already up, stalking over towards me.

“Well it has been two weeks since my last lesson,” I bat my lashes and grin.

“Dada?” oh that sweet voice. The sweet voice who I would let cockblock me anyday. I rush over and see her twisting and turning in her crib.

“Hi baby,” She finished rubbing her eyes and allowed her wide eyes to fix on me. “There’s my beautiful girl,” I cooed, reaching out to grab her. She smiles as I place her on my hips.

“Dada?” She asks again, turning her head to find Bucky.

“See?” I start to walk over as she is already reaching for her father.

“Don’t be jealous.” I rolled my eyes as he used my words against me. Our daughter's small head leans against his shoulder as he fixes her brown hair a bit. I place my hand on my hip and remember what the boys said earlier.

“You know,” I began to pull out my phone. “Am glad you had fun here,” I turned my phone over and showed him the picture where he is with our daughter. “Same face,” He smiles proudly as he sways our girl in his arms.

“But your pretty eyes,”

“Hmm,” I moved closer, putting my phone away. My arms circle around both of them and my head lands on his free shoulder. “I heard you met someone,” I could feel how his head turned towards me in confusion. “Someone, cute” I was glad he wasn’t able to see the grin I was trying to hide.

“AJ and Cass got to you first huh?” I nod. I lift my head, placing a hand over the end of his shoulder and setting my head back down.

“Said you were all smiles texting someone you met at the party after you got home.” He looks over with a grin.

“I did meet someone,” My brow raised in surprise, “But she was telling me about someone cute,” huh? He let out a little laugh, “She told me how well the mission was going.” My gaze lowers thinking about the people I had contact with the past 2 weeks. “Brunette,” My eyes widened in realization, Maria.

“Did she just come up to you?” It wasn’t hard to make me jealous but with Maria, she was a good friend.

“She probably saw how down I was around everybody,” We had an agreement, an agreement not to ask yet it felt wrong not giving his mind something to be at peace while I was gone. “Came up to us and the kids and subtly told me my wife was okay,” I smiled big hearing his words. I reach onto my tippy toes and capture his lips.

“No,” A little hand pushed me away and Bucky and I turned towards our daughter. “No mama,” I shake my head laughing at her antics.

“My girl,” I whisper lovingly. “My boys,” I look back to my peaceful son sleeping soundly and over to my husband, my husband.

“We are okay, Doll”

[sapphic-squid]

I just finished making a pop up card with a pull tab all out of paper I feel so cool I’m a little engineer

[snekdood]

bitches prolly out here psychoanalyzing my old art on behalf of my abuser to cushion their belief that im a Horrible Person but then dont see the irony when I point out the shitty things my abuser has drawn and how I see it as clear evidence of their mindset and beliefs (of what's okay to do and how to treat people) descending and pairing that along with everything else they've done and it paints a clear picture of how this person got to the point of thinking it was okay to abuse me the way they did and then the people looking for reasons to hate me through my art will act like "they're just drawings !!!" about their art. which one is it. does someones art say something about them or not? or does it only say something about them if you hate them?

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° sniper, sniper, sniper ♡ wifey, wifey, wifey

( bllk boys showing you off )

♡ a/n — i just love the tiktok trend so :) ( was going to attach a link to a tiktok showing what i was talking abt but it wouldn't work. just look up sniper sniper sniper wifey wifey marines and you'll see what i meant :) )

♡ content — all characters are 18+ !!, mentions of tiktok & instagram, slight cursing, tbh bad writing, nicknames like 'love' , 'wifey' , and 'my girl' used, probably ooc characters

♡ synopsis — blue lock boys showing off their girlfriend :)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' oh that's your wifey ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...tiktok maker

if there was anyone you would really and truly call chronically online, it would be him. every day he'd come to you with some new word he learned from tiktok, or a meme that would plague your house for weeks until it went away.

so when he pulled out his phone to show you a video, you weren't expecting it to be a couples trend.

" please, please, pleaseee, love? you'd look so cute in my arms like that ! " and he had just won a big game...how could you say no to him?

so here you were, being carried like a bride in your lovely boyfriend's arms. if it were anyone else, you'd be too worried about how long they could hold you, but since it was him you didn't worry.

it took a few tries, each of you messing up a part at least once and you accidentally dropping the phone a few times, but after you figured it out, the video was practically perfect.

they posted it to their public tiktok account with the caption

' not my wifey yet, but soon ;) '

and to say all the notifications were making his phone glitch would be an understatement.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ BACHIRA MEGURU, hiori yo, SHIDOU RYUSEI, chigiri hyoma, OTOYA EITA, isagi yoichi

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...instagram poster

maybe, just maybe it was wrong of him.

wrong of him to want to post these pictures the two of you had taken on your date to the aquarium?

if he were any other, normal, person this wouldn't have seemed like a big deal, but since he had at least a million followers and some were a bit more obsessed than others, it was.

you'd told him multiple times that you were okay with him posting you, really if he was happy, you were happy. maybe it was the egoist in him, but he wanted to keep you to himself.

fuck it.

if you wanted to be posted, he was going to post you. who cared what anyone else thought? their opinions didn't mean anything to him.

he selected a few of the pictures the two of you had taken at the aquarium, sneaking one of a lipstick stain on his neck in the middle of the slides.

if he was going to announce his relationship to the public, why not let the world know how utterly whipped he was for you?

the caption was a simple

' gotta love my girl ♡ '

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ YUKIMIYA KENYU, karasu tobito, REO MIKAGE, alexis ness, RANZE KURONA, gin gagamaru

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...national television?!

the ever illusive pro soccer player. that's what every press agency called your boyfriend.

his ability to somehow dodge any paparazzi and answer very short questions during press conferences made every view into his personal life shine like gold.

based on an instagram story ( that was taken down in less than 10 minutes ) where a picture of him with his arms around a woman in a bathroom mirror, the media could assume he was in a relationship. in that photo, however, the woman's face was not visible, so the questioned still remained...

what woman could capture this mans heart?

he hadn't cared, not really. a photo was nothing to him, but you were everything. he tried really hard to keep your identity private, he didn't want you to be absorbed into a world of cameras always in your face.

but after he made the game winning goal of a very important game...all he wanted to do was see you.

maybe it was the way he could see you in the section you'd always sat, or maybe it was his ego wanting to tell everyone "yeah i'm the best soccer player, and yeah i have the best girl, what about it?"

as all of the adoring fans rushed the field, including you, he just wanted to see you. he knew, realistically, he should just go back to the locker room and come meet you afterwards like he usually did, but not today.

he shrugged off ever reporter and fan that wanted to talk to him, which was nothing new, but instead of leaving to the locker room, they watched as he walked over to you

he knew all eyes were on him, the world still watching...but he couldn't find it in himself to care. he wrapped his arms around your waist

" made that goal for you, ya know? "

you were a little surprised at his appearance, but if he didn't care neither than you.

" i know. "

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, rensuke kunigami, RIN ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, ZANTETSU TSURUGI, sae itoshi

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i think i like her . ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

this was a midnight brain dump so it's pretty bad, but i hope yall liked it :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[allllium]

Comfort

~ Some Sappy Jason Todd x Reader

~ Playing with Jason's Hair

~ Fluff, a little overthinking, WC: 981

- You play with Jason's Hair -

You are usually very good at understanding things about your boyfriend, Jason. It took you no time at all to find about his nightly activities and everything about his family. But on the other hand, you can't seem to understand him at all.

You've tried not to ask him about certain things because based on hints from his family, he's had some bad shit happen in his life.

However, the more questions you don't ask, the more that seem to pop up.

You haven't asked him why sometimes he flinches away when you touch him but other times he leans in.

You haven't asked him why his hands make fists when you're trying to sleep at night.

You haven't asked him about the scar along his chest or his aversion to certain foods.

All because you're too scared to make him uncomfortable, or maybe because you don't know if you could stomach it.

You're laying bed and waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. Somehow, you take less time getting ready for bed than he does. You suspect it's because he needs a couple minutes to process everything that happened during the day.

As usual you have a million thoughts running through you're head all at the same time. 99% of them are about him.

When he finally comes into your shared bedroom and gets comfortable in bed, you're debating whether or not to talk to him about some of the things you can't get out of your mind.

You decide against it. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable or bring up any bad memories that might affect his ability to sleep through the night.

He can obviously sense your unease, you don't hide it very well.

"What's wrong?" His raspy voice cuts through your thoughts.

"Nothing, sweetheart." You try to play it off.

"Uh huh." He says blankly.

"I'm just thinking about things, is that a crime?"

"Depends on what they are." He pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you.

"Nothing bad."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"If someone's bothering you, you should tell me."

"Why is that?"

"Well I have an ability of getting rid of people."

"Oh my God Jason you can't joke about that." You look at him in amused shock.

"Who says it's a joke?" He asks, face completely serious.

"Okay no killing people on my behalf." You chuckle and he copies. "I'm just trying to figure you out more."

"Why?"

"Cuz I want to know more about you?"

"Like what"

"Right now I want to know what you want." You pull away from him in order to sit up a little bit.

"I don't want anything at the moment."

"Yes you do. If you didn't want anything your fists wouldn't be clenched and your eyes wouldn't have that look. Like you want to say something but can't."

"You really want to know?" He asks.

"Yeah I really do." You immediately reply.

"A couple months ago while we were watching a movie on the couch, you played with my hair and it was very comforting. And the best sleep I've ever had."

"That's it? I've been driving myself crazy trying to think of explanations and you're telling me you just want me to play with your hair." You question him in disbelief. It's been months of overthinking thoughts and random mind rampages for something you haven't even noticed you were doing.

"I didn't know how to say it." He shrugs, not looking into your eyes. "It sounds childish."

"No it doesn't. Everyone has different ideas of perfect comfort and I happen to agree with yours. Jason, if you want something from me all you have to do is ask."

You lean over to give him a quick, sweet kiss.

"I'm not used to that."

"Well you better get started."

"Fine, would you play with hair so I can go to sleep, Angel?"

"Only because you asked so nicely."

It takes a second for you both to get rearranged so it's comfortable. You're now laying on your back with Jason half on his side, half on top of you with his head on your chest.

It's almost amusing how quickly he falls asleep but above all else you feel a sense of pride at the fact that you're the one giving him this feeling.

He said this was comforting. He said this was the best sleep he's ever had.

And you're the reason he's having these things.

You stay up longer than you probably should have. This time the thoughts running through your head aren't worrying or overwhelming.

They make you happy. Happy enough to fall into a very sound sleep.

You wake up to coffee on your nightstand and a missing Jason.

"Jason." You call out and he quickly comes running.

When he walks in the room, you immediately begin questioning him.

"What is this?" You ask with an ounce of suspicion. You're worried it's a repayment of some sort.

"It's coffee. A hot caffeinated drink."

"Why?"

"Because you like it and it makes you irritable for far less time in the morning."

"Jason you don't have to do things for me just because I did something for you."

"Yes I do. Because words won't let me explain how grateful I am for you."

"Since when are you so sappy?"

He sits on the bed next to you.

"Don't be mean to me right now, I'll take it away."

"Fine. Continue your speech."

"I know it's a small thing for you but I haven't felt comfort like you give me in a very long time. Maybe even ever. And I need you to know that."

"I can't tell you how happy I am to give that to you."

The next thing you know, you both have giant grins on your faces and you're both happier than ever before.

[cxrrodedcoffin]

☆ 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧 ☆

Vigilante Older!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader (Part 1/3)

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!rafe, older!rafe, age gap (rafe’s mid 40’s, reader is mid 20’s), established relationship, murder, mentions of past abuse, mentions of missing persons & kidnapping, handcuffs, condescension, praise, reader isn’t a virgin but experiences a couple firsts, daddy kink, breast play, oral sex fem receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, doggy style, overstimulation, squirting, pet names (doll, baby, babydoll, princess, sugar), rafe’s a smartass with a heart of gold, he talks you through it

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Rafe Cameron was your neighbor. That’s all he was ever supposed to be, but three weeks ago when he broke down your front door after hearing your pained screams echoing down the secluded street, everything changed. He held no hesitation in beating your abusive boyfriend to a bloody pulp, and by the time you had regained awareness of your surroundings, Rafe was dragging you out of the house, leaving your boyfriend’s lifeless body to rot in the house you once called home.

You’d had your flirtations in the past, in fact, that’s what you and your boyfriend had been arguing about before he tried to kill you that night. He saw the way you looked at Rafe, knew you had a crush on him, and his brain made the jump that you must have been sleeping with him. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it back when you were single, he was classically handsome, but he was also twenty years your senior, and you surely would’ve been the talk of figure eight if the two of you had actually started seeing each other, so you’d resigned yourself of that idea a long time ago.

When Rafe took your hand and dragged you behind him out of that house you didn’t have any urge to try and run from him, it was like you knew he was doing what was best for the both of you. You followed behind him the entire time he spent scrambling to gather things around his house, packing up the most important parts of his private life inside an old duffel bag and pulling several large stacks of cash out of his safe before running with you in tow to the body shop down the road to hotwire the most inconspicuous car there. You were ready to go, to leave your mundane life behind if it meant being with him like you’d spent many sleepless nights fantasizing about.

There were many pressing issues at hand, tasks that needed to be completed to ensure you wouldn’t be caught. You needed aliases, a story to cover your tracks as you drove cross country to evade arrest, and what Rafe suggested after hours of contemplation made your heart skip a beat.

“If anyone asks what we’re doing on the road, I’m your dad, and we’re going to visit family, got that?” His left hand held strong atop the steering wheel, the strength of his grip making the veins in his forearm particularly prominent in that moment. You swallowed, eyes wide as he took his eyes off of the road for a split second to see you slowly nodding your head in understanding.

“Like anyone’s going to believe I’m your kid.” You joked, your voice cracking despite your efforts to disguise how flustered the thought of calling him dad made you.

“Believe it or not babydoll, I am actually old enough to be your dad. I doubt anyone will think it's that far-fetched of an idea.”

“We don’t even look alike.” You scoffed, turning to watch the expanse of technicolor trees climbing the mountain side directly out your window.

“No one’s gonna be paying attention to our family resemblance if we stay under the radar, just keep your pretty mouth shut and you won’t have to worry about it.”

That thought was the only one you could conjure for the next two hours on the road until Rafe pulled into the parking lot of a seedy old motel so the two of you could get some much needed rest. He had to go out for gas and to buy a change of clothes for you and him at the truck stop down the road the next morning, shaking you out of your slumber to drag you to the closet and handcuff you to the hanger rod in the small closet.

“Now don’t think I don’t trust you babydoll, I do, but these are an insurance policy in case that silly little mind of yours decides to go all rational on me, understand?” He locked the first cuff around your wrist before looping the chain over the bar and securing your other one, leaving you to struggle against the metal.

“C’mon Dad, just take me with you.” You teasingly pleaded, pushing your chest out as you tried to take a step toward him.

“Can’t, it’ll look suspicious if we’re with each other all the time. You have to stay here and I gotta get this done so we can get back on the road. I’ll be back in twenty minutes tops.” He left you there, slamming the motel room door behind him as a silent threat to be good. You did, staying in place and stirring over how you could manage to take this whole dad thing further to push Rafe’s buttons as much as you could. You were getting bored. As much fun as running from the law was, the miles of highway and generic gas stations and fast food places were starting to meld together into one monotonous blob in your head, and you wanted some good old fashioned entertainment. You made a plan, figuring you’d slowly execute it over the next few days.

The next thing on your fugitive checklist was a change in appearance. You dyed and cut your hair in a truck stop bathroom after a couple days of driving, knowing your face and signature long locks were likely all over broadcast television at that point. Rafe, on the other hand, wasn’t too keen on the idea of chopping off his beloved mullet. He’d grown accustomed to it, spent twenty years perfecting the length and cut to his liking, but he knew he had to part ways with it if it meant keeping you. He hadn’t had a buzz cut in decades, not since his early twenties, and he wasn’t sure how it would suit his more mature features, but your words of encouragement gave him the push he needed to grab the electric clippers and head for a mirror.

When he finally walked out of that old motel bathroom, you had to bite back a moan. He was hot before, no doubt about it, but with the buzzcut? You wondered what it would be like to feel that peach fuzz against your palms as you pushed his face further into your pussy.

“Thoughts?” He studied the look on your face, that glint of something desperate in your eyes as the corners of your mouth pulled into a soft smile.

“I love it! Very dilf of you.” You beamed, giggling to yourself while shifting to your knees on the creaky old motel bed as he closed the space between you.

“You realize you just implied you want to fuck me, right?” He folded his arms over his chest, toned biceps framing firm pecs and you had to swallow back a groan at the sight.

“I know exactly what I was implying, Dad.” You pulled him closer by the bottom of his shirt, the look of amusement on his stubbled face only emboldening you further.

He stood at the side of the bed, looking down at you as your hands found the back of his neck, rubbing over the soft patch of hair at the nape just to feel the velvety smooth texture for a moment. The sound of the nightly news droning on the television across the room quickly became drowned out by the white noise of both of your bated breaths. You couldn’t take it anymore, all the stolen glances and unspoken tension. You needed him, now.

“Rafe, please.” The words came out like a whine, more needy than you’d intended.

“Please, what?” He cocked his head to the side, the corners of his lips pulling into an inquisitive smirk.

“You know what.” Your hands moved over his shoulders and down to his chest, fingertips ghosting over his shirt.

“I need to hear you ask for it. I’ve made a lot of fucked up choices in my life and my morals may not be that sound but I do have some that I won’t compromise on. I need to know I’m not taking advantage of you.” He took your wrists in his hands, stalling your movements until you made eye contact with him.

“I may be young but I know what I want, Rafe. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I moved in next to you.” He wasn’t exactly surprised by your bluntness, but hearing those words in your angelic voice still threatened to knock the wind out of him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re breaking my heart here. You know how many times I fought the urge to knock on your door and just flat out ask to taste your sweet pussy?” He dropped your wrists, instinctively going to run his right hand through his hair only to be reminded he’d just buzzed it all for you.

“God, Rafe, I wish you would’ve, we could’ve avoided this whole thing.” You sighed, hands returning to his chest as you looked almost painfully into his tired eyes. There was so much built up energy between the two of you, emotional and sexual, and as a tear slipped down your cheek, all Rafe could think about was how pretty you’d look crying with his cock in your mouth.

“If we were still back in Kildare I’d be showing you off all over town, making every one of those little frat boy assholes jealous with you on my arm.” His tone dipped an octave as his rough hand met your cheek, brushing the tear away. His eyes bore into yours until you looked down to his chest to hide your flattered blush.

“I’ve wanted to pull the goddamn car over and pound you into the backseat on the side of the highway for three weeks.” He exhaled as he spoke and something broke inside of you, a chain snapping to let you finally crash your lips against his. It was crushing, all plush lips and slipping tongues, small gasps for air as your hands groped at one another, pulling at fabric until you’d both managed to discard your shirts.

“You’ve really been hiding these from me this whole time, sugar?” He sighed, large hands groping your breasts over your thin lace bralette.

“I wasn’t hiding anything, it’s not my fault I’ve been living in baggy truck stop shirts for weeks.” You shot back, arching into his touch despite your attitude.

“Didn’t know you had slutty little things like this on underneath ‘em.” He snapped the thin strap against your shoulder, taking note of the way you mewled in response to the short sting the action caused.

“I don’t want to talk anymore Rafe, just fuck me, please.” You whined, your hands haphazardly undoing his belt to allow his worn jeans to fall to the ground.

“That’s not how I do things, babydoll. We’re gonna talk until I say otherwise.“ He paused his movements for a moment, looking into your eyes and it took everything in you not to avert your gaze. You didn’t know why you suddenly felt so intimidated by him, you’d been firing back snarky remarks at him for weeks, what was turning you into this shy thing all of a sudden?

You just nodded, eager for him to keep going. He hesitated, narrowing his eyes for a moment before resigning to continuing his efforts to pull your bralette over your head, finally fully exposing your breasts. He flashed you a smile before pressing a kiss to your lips, gentle at first before devolving into something more hungry, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip as he made his way down to your neck. Your hands found their way to his hips, palming his half-hard cock through his briefs and the low groan that grumbled up from his chest made you reach for the waistband. His hands wrapped around your wrists, halting your movements as he pulled away from your neck, his face only a few inches from yours.

“Slow down, doll. I’m not losing out on the opportunity to see what makes you tick just because you’re impatient.” He chided, holding your wrists together with one hand while he opened the bedside table drawer to search for something.

“I thought guys didn’t like this foreplay stuff.” You sighed, trying to see what he was reaching for.

“That what your little boyfriend told you?” He pulled the handcuffs from the other day out of the drawer, clicking one cuff around your left wrist before moving your arms behind you, securing your right wrist in the remaining cuff.

”You’re gonna learn real fast how good this ‘foreplay shit’ can be for the both of us. I’m going to talk you through every last thing I do and you’re going to tell me exactly how it makes you feel.” The look on his face was serious, not a hint of insincerity in sight, and yet, you couldn’t quite believe what was being demanded of you.

“You want to hear me?” You clarified, the innocence and underlying hurt in your voice almost sending Rafe into another blind rage over how your boyfriend had been treating you before he took care of him.

“I need to, that pretty voice is what keeps me going every day.” Rafe wasn’t usually so sappy, that snarky attitude of his running rampant for as long as you had known him, but there was something about the softness you held underneath that opinionated exterior that made him want to be soft with you. You could go toe to toe with him in sarcasm any day, but he wanted to meet you in that softness you didn’t show very often. He continued his position at the curve of your jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses across your skin that made it feel like he would devour you whole if given the opportunity.

“You’re purring like a kitten and I’ve barely touched you.” You could feel his smirk against your skin along with the cockiness in his tone and as much as you wanted to retaliate, put him in his place, you couldn’t find the words. He was impossibly good, each nip and suck of his lips and teeth down the column of your neck drawing quickened breath and needy whimpers from your kiss-bitten lips.

He continued the trail down to your collarbone, ghosting his lips over your skin as his hand splayed out over your stomach, gently pushing until you took the hint and laid back on the bed. You could feel your cuffed hands digging into you, repositioning them to sit in the curve of your lower back, the slight discomfort quickly falling to the wayside as Rafe’s mouth returned to your chest, plush lips wrapping around your right nipple. His fingers found the left, brushing rough fingertips over your sensitive bud as he sucked softly, movements working in tandem to draw as much sound from you as possible.

You stretched your legs, thighs absentmindedly spreading to allow him space to slot his toned thigh between them as he continued to shower your breasts with attention, marking your skin with bruising kisses and tweaking your nipples until you couldn’t help but moan his name.

“So sensitive babydoll, you like when daddy plays with your tits?” He pulled away from your chest, shifting so his face was above yours, his pupils blown with desire as he took in the sight of you all worked up for the first time.

“Mhm.” Your face flushed at the bluntness, his confidence and curiosity such an interesting change of pace from the men you’d been with before.

“Speak up.” His playful tone turned serious again, his hands moving to your hips as he pulled your hips to the end of the bed, your clothed cunt pressed against the thick of his bare thigh. You gasped as he flexed the muscles in his thigh, rocking against your aching clit through your increasingly wet panties.

“I’m not him, princess. Let me hear you.” He gently gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as he brought his movements to a halt, watching your face drop in disappointment from the lack of friction.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this, I love it, Rafe.” Your voice held a slight tremble as you forced yourself to share your thoughts, still so unfamiliar with the notion that a man could want to know how you’re feeling.

“God am I glad I killed that piece of shit. He didn’t fuckin’ deserve you.” He sighed, a hint of pride lacing his low tone as he ran his hands over your sides, feeling every curve of your body as he slowly dropped to his knees beside the bed. He slid his hands over your hips beneath the fabric of your underwear, pulling the thin cotton slowly down your legs.

“Look at me.” He waited for you to carefully prop yourself up on your elbows, the cuffs digging into your wrists from the angle. His eyes held your gaze in an almost intimidating stare, his hands moving to rest on your thighs.

“You ever had your pussy eaten baby?” His question caught you off guard despite how obvious it seemed given his current position, and you were sure he already knew the answer from the look on your face.

“N-no, every guy I’ve been with said it was gross.” As soon as the statement hit Rafe’s ears he could feel that anger rise to another level, the need to make you forget about every shitty guy you’d been with stronger than ever.

“Where are you finding these assholes? I’ll kill the rest of them too, just say the word.” His tone was lighthearted but you knew from the look on his face that he was the furthest thing from joking. You laughed him off, your attention pulling to his hands finally pushing your thighs apart, making space for him to slot his broad shoulders between your legs.

“Rafe, you don’t have to.” You tried to pull your legs together but to no avail, the action only spurring him on. He hooked his hands underneath your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest to give him full access to your cunt.

“No shit, I want to. Need you to keep your eyes on me so you can see how much I’m enjoying tasting your sweet pussy.” He locked eyes with you as he dipped his head lower, watching the way your brow furrowed and a soft gasp left your lips when he gave the first drag of his tongue through your folds. He smiled briefly before diving back in, lapping hungrily at your dripping entrance before sucking softly at your clit, the way your thighs tensed under his grip a physical indication of how much you were enjoying it.

He glanced up at you, watching the way your bottom lip quivered with every whimper and moan of his name in response to his tongue expertly flicking over your clit. His right hand slowly slid down from your thigh, his pointer and middle finger prodding teasingly at your entrance before sinking into your wet heat, the new sensation making you buck your hips against him. He pumped steadily in and out of you, massaging your walls with each flex of his fingers as he pulled his mouth off of you.

“How does it feel babydoll? Everything you hoped it would be?” He smirked at you and you had to fight the urge to laugh at the almost ridiculous question. You knew he knew how good he was making you feel, and yet he still wanted you to stroke his ego. He sure was living up to the reputation he held back on Kildare, that’s for sure.

“Yes, fuck, it’s so good, just keep going, please.” You sighed in frustration, desperate to have his mouth on you again. He had the nerve to laugh, but you couldn’t find it in you to call him out on it, just relieved to see him lowering his head back down to your cunt.

He wasted no time, flicking over your clit at an impossibly quick pace, his fingers curling up to hit that soft spot inside of you until you were throwing your head back, barely able to support yourself anymore as your elbows gave out behind you, falling back against the mattress as your thighs began to tremble. He wrapped his lips around your clit, humming in satisfaction as he felt your walls clamp down around his fingers, the sound of his name falling from your lips in a desperate cry like music to his ears.

He continued lapping gently at your cunt, working you through your orgasm until he could slowly slip his fingers from you, his digits coated in your cum. He waited for you to catch your breath, taking a moment to recover before propping yourself back up on your elbows, looking down at him through half lidded eyes. As soon as your eyes met his he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your slick off of them slowly, savoring the taste. Your lips parted in a small gasp, barely even audible, seeing him enjoy going down on you just as much as you had enjoyed it.

He rose to his feet, putting his erection right at your eye level and your small gasp turned into something much more substantial, the sound drawing Rafe’s attention.

“Did that really turn you on that much?” You squeaked out, your voice much more unsteady than you intended it to be.

“I told you it would be good for both of us, I don’t lie about shit like that.” He took a step toward the edge of the bed, His thumbs slipping into the waistband of his underwear before pulling it down, his weighty cock slapping against his thigh as he did so. You bit your lip, watching him wrap his hand around the base of his shaft before tapping the tip against your sensitive clit, the action sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the coil in the pit of your stomach. He rubbed his shaft through your folds, coating himself in your wetness as he watched your expression change from confusion to curiosity to desperation.

“Feel that? It’s all for you, babydoll.” He leaned forward, his face only a few inches above yours as he continued rubbing himself against your cunt, teasingly brushing over your clit in a way that had you squirming and silently begging for more.

“What, baby? What do you need?” He asked, feigning ignorance to what he knew he was doing to you. This was the longest any of your sexual encounters had lasted and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Need you inside of me, please.” You whined, trying to shift your hips to position him lower. He took hold of your hips, stopping your efforts before abruptly flipping you onto your stomach in the middle of the bed, your head almost hanging off the end. You felt the mattress shift under his weight as he positioned himself behind you, pulling your hips up to meet his so you were kneeling before him. Your cuffed wrists made it impossible for you to lift your upper half without assistance, your face and breasts resting against the mattress with your cunt on full display.

“Bet your shitty little boyfriends never showed you how to do anything other than missionary, that right?” You whimpered out a soft “yeah” as you pushed your hips back, feeling his head bump your entrance for a moment before he pushed fully into you, slow enough to allow you to get used to the angle but not torturously slow. He was over playing games now, all he wanted was to show you what you’d been missing with every man who wasn’t him. Your eyes rolled back, the unfamiliar angle stimulating your sensitive walls in ways you’d never experienced before. He steadily increased his pace, his balls slapping against your clit with every slam of his hips, that familiar pressure building impossibly quickly.

“Who’s that pretty girl on the tv? She looks awfully familiar.” His voice pulled your attention away from your impending orgasm for just a moment just as he took hold of the handcuffs and pulled your arms back, putting the tv right in your line of sight. The image that flashed before you made your stomach flip, a group of three photos of you with your physical traits and last known whereabouts listed beside them as the news anchor read off a teleprompter, “Nationwide search for missing Kildare, North Carolina woman continues as police expand their search into three new states.”

Your eyes glossed over, the sight all too surreal and the feeling of his cock hitting places so deep inside of you that you weren’t even sure they existed before this very moment too much as every nerve ending in your body erupted in euphoria, the strained cry of pleasure that ripped from your throat almost drowning out the news broadcast.

“You like seeing your missing poster plastered everywhere? Want everyone to know I own you now?” He teased, continuing to fuck into you as you mumbled incoherently in response, too fucked out to form a proper response.

“Listen to that, they’re saying I kidnapped you, callin’ me a monster. If only they could see how good I’m making you feel right now babydoll, how good your daddy’s making you feel.” His words pierced through your post orgasm haze, pressure starting to build in your tummy again.

“Oh my god, daddy, it’s too much, I can’t, please!” You begged, overwhelmed by the pleasure still coursing through your body as he brought you closer and closer to another orgasm with every thrust, his remarks only spurring you on.

“I know you can baby, your pussy’s gripping me like a vice.” He laughed again, but you could feel his hips starting to falter, his thrusts becoming sloppy, he had to be just as close as you were.

“Fuck, who’s your daddy, baby?” He groaned, watching the way your ass reverberated back against him with every thrust.

“You are!” You moaned, so close to the edge.

“Say it.” He commanded, a darkness present in his tone that hadn't been there before.

“You are, Rafe, you’re my daddy!” You cried out, a white heat unlike anything you’d ever felt before rushing through you as you felt a warmth gush from your cunt, your body going limp against him, his grip on your hip and the cuffs being the only things to keep you from completely collapsing into the mattress.

You barely registered him pulling out of you and cumming on your ass, the warmth of the white stickiness dripping down into your folds being one of the only things able to draw you back to reality.

“You ever done that before?” His voice sounded miles away, your ears still ringing from your release.

“Done what?” You asked sleepily, turning your head to look at him. When you saw the liquid dripping down his lower stomach and thighs onto the wet spot on the bed, your eyes went wide, trying to scramble to your knees the best you could with your wrists still cuffed.

“Oh my god, no, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” The panic in your voice startled him, but that quickly turned to anger as he thought about what your shitty exes had done to you to make you feel like you needed to apologize for something so natural.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” He soothed you the best he could, grabbing the key to the cuffs and undoing them as he rubbed the red marks on your wrists to ground you.

“You’re not mad?” You asked, blinking back the tears that had gathered in your waterline.

“God, no. I’m gonna be making you squirt all the time now that I know you can.” He laughed, trying to lighten the mood again. You smiled, and his anger quelled. He had to remind himself that those assholes were in your rear view, he was your future. That’s all that mattered.

“What about the sheets?” You asked, standing from the bed to pull the wet linens off of the mattress, bunching them up in a pile in the corner of the room.

“I’ll just go ask for new ones at the front office, you go hop in the shower and I’ll join you when I get back.” He reassured, kissing you on the forehead and using the loose sheets to dry off his stomach before reaching for his scattered articles of clothing to get dressed to run to the office.

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[midday-clouds]

Yandere Batfamily x Neglected & "Immortal" Reader 》 III

Part I Part II Part IV

Took me so long to figure out how the rest of the story could go XP Also, I've seen how some of y'all want the reader to become a vigilante/villain :) It is definitely possible but not with the current story idea I have in mind. Maybe one day, I'll make a side story where the reader becomes a vigilante/villain

CW: Violence (Bar Fight), Stalking, Blood, "Death"

It has been a few weeks since you moved into Bludhaven and Nightwing being your nighttime companion

He always comes over to your apartment with a couple of injuries and asks to stay a bit

With Nightwing’s instructions, you learn to bandage injuries to help the hero

Maybe it’s because your mental wounds from your neglectful family are still fresh, but Nightwing quickly started to grow on you.

It just feels nice to have a friend while adjusting to your new life.

It also could be because he actually came to the rescue when you were attacked

This does make you wonder why Batman didn’t save you in Gotham but who knows what that big guy does.

Another thing you wonder about sometimes is who Nightwing is.

You were never really curious about the vigilantes in Gotham, even though four well-known vigilantes resided there.

Ever since you met Nightwing, you tried doing some research on him but you immediately stopped when you saw the words “Richard Grayson” in an article.

While the batfamily would be more than happy to stay in Bluvenon so they can meet you, Gotham needed them. (Also they may overwhelm you)

Because of this, the family (except Dick and Jason) return home where more plans are made.

Jason decided that he will be the next person you meet and he won’t take no for an answer.

There is one problem though, you’ve seen Jason with his Red Hood attire

You may not have connected the dots at the time but you definitely will when you see him again.

After debating with Dick, Jason finally agrees to primarily watch you from a distance

In an attempt to meet more people, you decided to participate in some summer events that your college was hosting

You make a couple of friends and go out together

College classes are just around the corner and your friends suggested going out to a bar

This is a special moment so you decide to go with them

You all made plans on the designated driver and kept an eye out for your drinks

When you go to the bar, it's almost sunset.

This is your first time drinking but you trust your friends to keep you safe. (You ended up hating the taste)

Unknown to you, Jason is watching you from outside of the bar

If it was Dick’s turn to watch over you, he’d drag you back to your apartment.

Jason just allows you to have your fun time with friends, getting lost in how happy and innocent you seem.

This all crashes down when a fight suddenly happens right next to you

You and your friends try to get away from the scene but you're suddenly knocked to the ground

A drunk person slams a glass of alcohol next to you, probably mistaking you for someone else, which gives you a ton of small cuts.

Jason quickly puts on his mask and breaks into the bar. He beats up any drunk person who tries to stop him from reaching you.

Your sober friend tries to pull you away from the fight but is worried about all of your cuts

Red Hood suddenly appears to drag you and your friend away from the fight.

The fight gets worse and some random person seems to have called the ambulance

When the ambulance arrives, your sober friend hands you over to them and Red Hood disappears

You’re given a few bandages before the medic has to focus on another injured individual

In your dizzy state, you manage to slip away to stop the ringing in your ears

Something in you also told you it wasn’t safe to go to the hospital

Walking through an alley, your bandages seem to loosen and you eventually collapse on the ground from blood loss

Red Hood steps away for a second and you suddenly disappear.

He didn't want to be seen by the ambulance so he got onto a nearby rooftop to update Nightwing on the situation.

At least you didn't get far but the blood pooling under you slowly grows. This would be the second time you died

Nightwing appears and finds you wrapped up in a jacket while Red Hood picks you up off the ground.

One of the walls of the alley seems to have gotten a hole from Red Hood punching it out of frustration

Getting closer, Nightwing can see that you were given fresh bandages before being wrapped up in Red Hood’s jacket.

Also, you’re still breathing!

Seeing that you may still be alive, you’re taken to Nightwing’s apartment

Red Hood places you on the bed while Nightwing contacts Batman.

After one final look over and a blanket thrown over your body, Red Hood joins Nightwing in the living room

You slowly wake up in an unknown room and immediately sit up

The first thing you notice is how dark the room is

Squinting a bit, you find a lamp on the nightstand and turn it on

You find yourself in a bedroom with a blue and black color palette

There’s a desk in front of the bed with two computer monitors

You turn on the computer to see the date and immediately recognize a name

Richard Grayson

The name is enough to fill you with annoyance but you try to stay focused

How did you get here? Are you back in Gotham? Back at the manor?

You go to the bedroom door to find a living room instead of a hallway

Maybe you were still in Bludhaven?

This room definitely looks like it belongs to Dick

You never found his room in the manor but you did learn about some of his interests when you tried to befriend him (Alfred had to tell you all this)

As you finish snooping around the bedroom, a sound from the other room makes you freeze up

You quickly turn the light off, lay back on the bed, close your eyes and pretend to be sleeping

There are some voices in the living room but it's hard to hear past the sound of your racing heartbeat

Your heart almost stops when you hear the bedroom door open and the voices get louder.

At least you can actually understand what they’re saying now

They mention Batman, Robin, Demon Spawn, and other things you don't understand.

Maybe this was Dick and his friend talking about vigilantes? Though…one of them sounds familiar….

Your train of thought is cut off by someone putting their wait on the bed and running their hand through your hair

To distract yourself, you try to recognize the voice the best you can. Could it be Nightwing? Does Dick know him?

A kiss is placed on your forehead before the two people leave the bedroom.

After waiting a couple of moments, you open your eyes and confirm that you’re alone.

You slowly slip out of bed to try to listen to hear more of their conversation.

It seems that they called someone because there are new voices but it isn't that clear

The conversation begins to scare you as they talk about you.

Calling you their sibling/daughter and status on how your injuries were healing

Based on what is being said, you figure out that five vigilantes know quite a bit about you…

Deciding that you’ve had enough, you find a way to sneak out of the apartment

Looking out the window, it looks like you're a few floors high.

You carefully open the window as quietly as you can and peek outside to find a fire escape just one window away

You must be lucky because you reach the stairs safely and immediately start going down the stairs

The sun is about to rise and you realize that you don't know where you are

You run around for an unknown amount of time before finding a bus stop

There isn't any money on you so you just pick up a map for the bus route

Looking over the map, you’re able to find a familiar street before finally making it home

It took you a long time to get a new key because you basically had nothing on you but eventually, you were able to finally collapse on your bed

You fall asleep immediately

By the time you wake up, it is night again

Getting up, you start making yourself some food while some research on vigilantes

Focused on finding answers, you’re able to connect the dots on who the vigilantes are based on your information from when you lived in the manor

At some point, a knock is heard from your window

On instinct, you walk over to your window and open your curtains

Seeing Nightwing and his dumb smile fills you with rage. Which you are more than happy to let him know

You close your curtain and can faintly hear Nightwing trying to talk to you from the other side of the window

Well, it seems that you now know their identity

Jason saw and heard you run off. He and Dick were about to follow but Bruce told them to not follow you

The next night, Jason watch you reject Dick as he tried to pretend last night didn’t even happen

But it seems you weren’t having any of it

Dick returns to Jason, dejected

A new plan would have to be made, and Tim knows exactly how to get back on track

[r0ugarou]

Yeah I love that dark souls boss uh *looks at smudged writing on my hand* Bort of the Moray Eel Alley

[fastandcarlos]

Paddock Naps : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: it's a dangerous game when lando falls asleep, but particularly when he finds himself falling asleep on you in the paddock

Your head shook as you glanced down at Lando beside you, his head falling further and further down. When you first let him rest in your lap you knew you were playing a dangerous game but you knew with how busy race days usually were there was no way that Lando was going to be able to rest with you for too long. 

Little did you know though how much you were helping him in his mission to fall asleep. The way your fingers ran through his hair, or tickled against his waist all helped him to feel incredibly comfortable, perhaps a little too comfortable if you were a member of McLaren staff. 

Time ran away with you tucked up in the hospitality lounge, but the sound of a figure coughing beside you soon made you look up, and immediately look back down. 

Oscar’s head shook at the sight of the two of you, something he had gotten pretty used to seeing from you. “How has he managed to fall asleep already? It’s barely even one in the afternoon.” 

“Who’s fallen asleep?” A second voice called out, your expression cringing as Daniel appeared up alongside Oscar.  

You didn’t quite know where to look as Daniel’s eyes widened at Lando fast asleep, having to place his mouth over his hand to hold back his laughter and make sure that he didn’t disturb Lando with his laughter.  

“You look very comfortable,” Oscar teased as your eyes met his, offering you a smile. 

“He’s a pain,” you complained, feeling your legs get number and number the more time that passed. As much as you wanted to be annoyed at Lando for falling asleep on you, seeing him so content made your heart swell, knowing just how exhausted he was with the last of three consecutive races looming.  

They all had their moments when they tried to get some peace and quiet, but you and Lando were unlike any other couple around the paddock. Other drivers could only admire how comfortable you were around each other, how little you cared about what others thought of you or how much you wanted to be around each other.  

It was something that terrified you when you first started dating Lando, but he helped you to not worry about anyone else, training you out of worrying about all of the eyes on you. 

“How long until your meeting?” You asked Oscar as he and Daniel took a seat in front of you to keep you company whilst you waited for Lando to stir.  

“We’ve still got a little while yet, we don’t want to wake sleeping beauty up too early, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it.” 

Your hand gently brushed over the top of Lando’s head once again, tangling gently through his curls as you tried your best to tidy his hair up for him a little. 

“You know he’ll wake up and still complain he’s tired,” you warned the two of them, “he won’t care about the fact that I won’t be able to feel my legs for the rest of the day.” 

Daniel could only snigger as you spoke, “it’s his fault for having such a big head.” 

You struggled to hold back your laughter, it was something that Lando told you constantly, but only now were you feeling the full weight of it weighing you down in your seat. 

After a few minutes of light conversation between the three of you, a groan could be heard from your lap. All eyes looked down as Lando’s eyes fluttered open, grunting at the two men he saw sat in front of him, before glancing up at you. 

“Nice to see you awake, it’s only the middle of the afternoon,” Oscar teased as he glanced down at his watch. “Nothing like a midday nap to prepare you for a race is there?” 

The moment your eyes met Lando’s you could see how needed his rest was. He smiled softly up at him as he continued to wake himself up, shuffling slightly, much to your relief, as you finally managed to slightly move your legs. 

“You really have no shame, do you?” Daniel couldn’t help but joke too. “Do you know how many people have walked into this room and just found you laid out there?” 

Lando shot a glare in response to Daniel, stretching himself up before sitting up in the chair next to you where his feet had been laying, hearing a giggle come from you as you shook your own body awake too. 

“You’re such a lump,” you smirked as Lando looked at what you were doing, watching as you shook your legs, finally feeling the movement come back into them.  

An apologetic pout formed on Lando’s face as he shuffled closer towards you, resting his hand against your lap as his head came down to rest against your shoulder, still a little bit on the sleepy side of life. 

“Don’t fall asleep again,” you warned, jolting your shoulder to keep Lando awake. 

A frustrated sigh came from him, “why can’t you just let me sleep for the rest of the day?” 

“Because we have this thing called work,” Oscar interjected, shaking his head at how dramatic Lando was. “I think Y/N has better things to do then let you throw yourself across her all day.” 

You couldn’t see Lando, but you could imagine the glare that he was sending at Oscar, with Daniel chuckling next to him to add salt into the wounds for Lando. 

“I hate all of you,” Lando confirmed, “I just want to rest, is that really so hard?” 

You knew exactly what would happen if you let Lando sleep any longer. You’d been on the receiving end of Zak before when Lando had missed important team meetings, he trusted you to keep Lando in check and loved to tease you whenever you failed at that job. 

“Come on sleepyhead, you can rest when we’re back at the hotel tonight,” you smiled, resting your head down on top of Lando’s. “I don’t think your bank account will want to pay the fine for another missed team meeting.” 

A hum of agreement came from Lando as he reluctantly sat himself up, still staring at Daniel and Oscar as they continued to laugh to themselves at the scene they saw unfold before them.  

“You wait, I’ll get you two back for this.” 

“We’re just sat here, we’re not doing anything wrong.” 

Lando looked to you for help, but you chose to stay quiet, knowing that Daniel and Oscar had kept you company for most of the time he slept, you couldn’t betray them by siding with Lando now. 

Before Lando could snap back at them, the two of them excused themselves, Daniel ready to head to his meeting, Oscar keen to impress and make sure that he got to the McLaren office before Lando did and keep everyone on his side.  

“I can’t wait to go home tonight,” Lando whispered across to you, sitting himself up again. “Thank you for letting me rest on you babe, I do feel a lot better after it.” 

Your head nodded as your hands cupped either side of Lando’s face. “I promise as soon as you’re finished we’ll head out of here and get you to bed as soon as possible.” 

Lando smiled appreciatively back across at you, resting his head into your left palm. He desperately wanted to stay with you forever, but he knew that he would never be allowed to do that.  

“Go and be amazing and I’ll be here when you get back,” you encouraged, tapping Lando’s cheek as he reluctantly stood up from his chair. “If you get bored, just think about all of those cuddles we’ll have at the hotel tonight.” 

Lando’s head nodded as he leaned down and pressed an appreciative kiss against the top of your head, brushing his hand through your hair. “Thank you for always being there for me, it means the world to me love.” 

“You’re welcome Lan,” you whispered. 

“See you soon, for the most incredible rest.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗