#like what? like sex? like freaky sex? freaky batman.

[gl1tchr]

Sale Riddlebat goes absolutely nuts to me

it's like those drawings where the incel and chad meme are boyfriends

[zzencat]

A Peek Into Your Future Person’s Midnight Thoughts (NSFW) - Timeless ⏳

From left to right. It’s the one you can’t take your eyes off of.

Batman wouldn’t get this info out of ‘em. What are they thinking about when they text you good night? These are the fantasies they’re too shy to share. No spiritual identities were revealed. (Minors DNI)

Note: This does not necessarily have to align with your kinks. This is what your future person wishes they could do to you.

Must do before you choose: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out. You may now begin.

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Pile 1. ‘Yeah? Say that again. I dare you.’

straight up strength kink. trapping you between their arms (thank you kim mingyu for the inspo and energy)

you could share a (huge) height difference with this person and it makes them want to protect you

they either have a muscular build or are very much taller than you. a lot of fs in this pile have both. especially working out the arms.

they like to see you feisty so that they have a reason to conquer yo ass

HEAVILY thinks about pushing you against a wall (a beige-colored wall, in particular) in a hotel room and fucking you against it

the type of person to edge you so much that you start crying

this person may have given you hints or will you give signs of their kinks before, so you will get the idea that they have a brat taming kink

will purposefully try to piss you off to get you all hotheaded and feisty. they really want to test your limits so that you “try” and “teach them a lesson” or ��intimidate them” with a finger to their chest and everything—like “just bc you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean you can keep pissing me off.” it’s laughable for them bc this is what they wanted. they’ll let this build up for a little more, keep trying to rile you up…UNTIL it explodes and they finally show you who’s really in charge. you may or may not of like this but you’ll be blushing like crazy lmfao

they tend to go for types that are too easy to overpower physically. it’s even cuter if you’re shorter than them and very obviously can’t take them down

fantasizes about holding you down/keeping you stationed while going down on you

this person might be hairy. think of a human to werewolf transformation. a good 50% of you will encounter someone completely clean shaven, sophisticated looking, keeps composure so damn well, but has reallllly freaky desires and fantasies. you wouldn’t be able to tell. the hints are subtle tho and will come up in their everyday actions towards you. (example: cleaning up after you or watching out for you, holding you close when a stranger approaches…i’ll add more in the points of interest 🤧)

holy shit…listen, if this is a sibling of someone you know, they’ll def fantasize abt fucking you with said sibling(s)/family members around, sneaking around the family house, doing it in risky places and times (have mercy!!!) — ex: cupping your mouth while they go down on you or tease you like “you don’t want them to find out, do you? keep quiet for me”

they’d love to hold your jaw in place and make you look at them while they pleasure you

wouldn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed for making you moan too loud. if youre at an event, they get off on people hearing you — doesn’t matter if your parents or the elderly hear it

this person really gets off on the idea of having sex in public. they’re a true exhibitionist :)

(expanding off my previous point) most of the fs in this pile don’t get…jealous?? like very “look but don’t touch” type of person when it comes to you; they know people don’t dare to compete with them. this person is very confident in where they stand in your life. if you ever suggest bringing in someone to watch you guys, they would be okay with the idea. now, a very small percentage are extremely possessive in this pile, but the idea is the same. i’m not ignoring them but only mentioning them slightly bc the small percentage want you to at least be aware that they’re capable of feeling extreme possessiveness (reminder: not the same as jealousy). as long as people know that you guys are together (and it’s been made obvious) and don’t try to cross the line or make passes at you, pile 1 fs is confident enough and typically doesn’t feel the need to prove more

^^ but i will say that some subtle signs of jealousy include trying to look superior to other “threats” to your relationship

stay with me now. they fantasize about you trying your best- whatever that means ?!?! bc of the height difference, if you get sassy with them or even get annoyed at them, all they do is just smirk and make it known that you’re just a doll to them (to keep it very vague w you).

honestly this person would be down to take you anywhere. for some reason, they always want people to know you guys are fucking so they think about doing it in public a lot. this person could work on just simply having nice slow sensual sex in the bedroom tho. i think it’s just cuz they crave the thrill and it’s a fat ego boost. but cmon…it’s nice to just have some chill loving sex once in a while (i’m nudging their spirit abt it)

you guys could be TOTAL opposites and have an enemy-to-lovers trope going on. OR extremely similar feisty, fiery personalities. some people here have a fwb or ewb kind of relationship w them already OR one of you has fantasized abt it

they could honestly give you a whole list of what they like and want to do to you but would rather show you (they’re pretty impatient). they need to know you’re wanting- no- craving the same thing- that you want them as much as they want you

points of interest: teasing to NO end (in bed and out); has a habit of calling you pet names (even when not in a relationship w you) or nicknames; tall; height difference; possible mbti: very VERY estp, entj, a tiny bit of estj vibes; your front or back against the wall; take you down - chris brown; backshots; hands behind head, “try it. i dare you”; “you’re not that strong” (idk who- either you or your person says this in hopes to rile the other up); tickle fights or play fighting that leads to…other things 😏; a friend’s sibling, unexpected or forbidden relationships; going down on you in a closet at a family vacation home (?!?! damn)

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Pile 2. ‘Treat me like your doll.’

you or this person could be a switch, but regardless, you will have many chances to take charge

the bondage is too obvious in this pile. they also may have body image issues

this person could be sub-leaning tbh. probably struggles making eye contact with you during the deed or just in general (w/ you or people)

wants to please you and be used by you

masochistic as hell

someone here struggles with very obvious self esteem issues, but through this relationship and learning how to trust and be vulnerable, you will both heal each other on a deeeeeply emotional level. you will make this person feel comfortable in what they fantasize about and this will be reciprocated

for some in this pile, like a good 45% of people, your fs may have dealt with sexual guilt growing up. (for a second, i felt like saying more but it’s safer for me to keep it vague for their sake.) this is reallll vague, so i’ll try to word it more carefully…the guilt can come from a plethora of things…

yk what would be beneficial for them? if you pleasured them while making them look in the mirror

this person is pretty shy with expressing their sexual desires. for many, this could be their first time, or just extremely inexperienced (but they feel embarrassed to admit that)

listen, the emotional sex will be insane. crying, lots of love—if you’re into dacryphilia, this will be your jam

trust is so important for them. also looking at each other’s eyes while going at it

deep long kisses that fade into sloppier, more desperate and needy ones (coming from more of their side)

idk how to explain this kink but it’s like…getting off to something you can’t have? they’d feel guilty about touching themselves to the thought of you (during the time you’re not yet dating each other) and that mental image would spiral into picturing you standing in front of them and just watching them get off to you while they’re on their knees. they see you as someone to be worshipped. they’ll be begging and possibly crying for you to let them cum

yk the deeper i dig into this, the more emotional it gets. i think this person is a huge people pleaser and has found it hard to be loved in this life time. but no worries, bc this relationship will help you both connect and become vulnerable. as long as you’re confident in yourself and carry a normal to high self esteem, you should be great in the relationship

mommy/daddy kink (it doesn’t mention who will be what but it’s def gonna be something they’ll be shy to confess), loves praise, collars (being collared), being your pet

this person would thank you for touching them. they could get pretty poetic in bed when edged for hours and under so much exposure

they def have the ability to be more dominant, but you’d really have to reel it out of them; they’re afraid of messing up

on the other hand, degradation will work wonders on them as long as you soothe those wounds later. praise and degradation will change this person’s life lmfao, as long as your timing is right

they’ll touch themselves thinking about soft and sensual, sensitive and teasing sexual acts, like mutual masturbation or if you use your hand to get them off while peppering their jaw with kisses

very sensitive person so their has to be a lot of trust between you to unlock the…freakier stuff (which is why i’ll cut it short. this is all they’re giving you for now 😎🤚)

points of interest: pinkie promises, very in tune with their feminine energy, “you’ll be here forever, right?”, very soft person with an insane sex drive, shy, doesn’t ask for much- just wants you to be there with them, quietly existing, kinda reminds me of those emo kids who date and kiss in the corner (but you guys will be engaging in no such cringe, esp not in public), shyly clings onto your hand, HOODIES hoodies hoodies, cool toned filters on pictures, matching clothes or accessories- i’m getting one person has a lock and the other with a key, collars with a heart on it, likes when someone gets possessive over them, will unintentionally spill their thoughts and ideas and then apologizes for rambling…i feel like a lot of you in this pile relate to them a lot…like very similar in personality or smth…lot of similarities (even subtle or suppressed parts of your personality), i really don’t think you’d be able to tell they’re a secret freak (maybe thru the way they dress but by personality, prob not), very artistic people- whatever art form they love or seek comfort from, you will find this very attractive and unique

- very small note: i realize that i don’t feel the need to correct the commas and make them semi-colons to show the list. i think it’s their energy being very forgiving and that they don’t care if you mess up (lowkey it’s bc they’re used to being hurt 😞). very unlikely to call out your mistakes. they just want you to be there with them, to love them of their flaws. they will undoubtedly do the same. they just don’t want you to leave them.

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Pile 3. If you look at them, you’ll laugh.

ok right of the bat, you guys are unarguably the most “nontoxic”, healthy, but also vanilla relationship out of the piles 😂😂

this person doesn’t have too many crazy ideas or thoughts when they think about sex tbh. they also don’t watch porn or at least are not addicted to it. very vanilla person with a normal sex drive

they prob get off like once or twice a day but sex to them is a bonding activity with you filled with laughter and some jokes (which both of you could work on if you want to ever engage in more kinky and dark stuff, esp since it could be hard for you to get serious and in the mood)

^^ like if you’re being handcuffed and you’re ticklish, this person will tickle you (unless you like this being done, it could mess with the sensual moment a bit 😅)

very gentle person. thinks about caressing your body

very affectionate and wants to tend to your needs. the last thing they want to do is have you in tears after sex (unless it’s happy tears)

they’re mostly serious with sex when they’re touching themselves alone (if you’re not physically there)

if you’re doing long distance, they’ll wait to have sex w you rather than touch themselves

don’t get me wrong yk they’re down to doing the freaky stuff too- but i think you guys are so in the “best friends” laughing with each other all the time, it could get unserious real quick 😂😂 if you’re okay with that, things should be ok for you 👍

open to engaging in all sorts of kinks and sexual fun, but they prefer it to be with you and not with another person involved. not that theyre judgmental of it, they just don’t want to have sex with others watch you guys or having another person/people involved. they prefer it to just be the 2 of you

so much laughing, too many good vibes, they’re completely enamored by you

you could share a similar personality to each other, but weirdly, without disrupting the balance

just touching your skin and cuddling for hours = sex for them

points of interest: EXTREMELY LOYAL; can’t see anyone in this world but you; loves what you think are your flaws; massaging your feet; caressing your body fat; will go wherever you want to go and they’d plan the trip too if you’d like; very kind person—so nice that they could try to help everyone- they don’t look at these as bad things at all; animal person; they’re as warm as they look; it would take a long time to piss this person off bc they’re that understanding; they could come off as too positive and naive tho, if you’re like “don’t you see that person was trying to scam you?” and they’d shrug, pull you close with a grin and be like “it’s okay. they probably needed that money. i don’t mind 🙂‍↔️”, very precious soul, not into polygamous relationships

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Teddy Note: Sorry guys I forgot my little ending speech so I’m going back to add it here- THANK YOU for taking the time to read this. I hope your day is going smoothly and if not, no worries, we got tomorrow. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. I love that saying when any reader says it. Energy can seriously follow you if you dwell on it too much, while thinking about it negatively. Again, thanks for joining me on my readings if you’re new here :)

Have a good one guys. Teddy out 😎👍👍

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 77

This week's fic recs! :D

every cat has its day by pomeloquat @pomeloquat - Batfam, wip. More shifter cat Bruce! This time, it's bath time for some of his shifter children. Shenanigans ensue.

Blood and Honey by RedFive - Superbat, wip. Mershark Bruce and his pod of killer whales are hunting yachts. Marine biologist Clark is there to investigate. Featuring my new favorite tag "Appetizer to Lovers."

Parts of a Whole by Anonymous - Superwonderbat, complete. Omegaverse Trinity with Dom Diana? Yes please.

misty by TheResurrectionist @frownyalfred - Superbat, complete. Survival horror my B E L O V E D. Clark was extra creepy in this one, I loved it :D

A kindred bond by Nyszu @theocddiaries - Superbat, wip. I about shrieked when I saw this fic updated! It's more of the fic where Bruce gets kidnapped by evil Superman and rescued by his Superman. So much angst and hurt/comfort, I love it!

Smoke and Mirrors by Sunshineandmoonlight9 - Superbat, complete. Battinson and Cavil Superman team up!!!!!

it runs wide and it runs deep by Goldmonger - Superman & Batman, complete. Superman gets dosed with fear toxin, Batman is there to help.

Triple Chocolate Ice Cream by A_Hamilton - Superbat, complete. Clark is sad that his boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, flirted with Superman (never mind that he's Superman too), and stops talking to him. For some reason, Batman is upset with Superman now too. What's a guy to do? :(

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by signifier @sig-nifier - Poolverine, complete. Part of the carmine and bumblebee series. Wade gets stuck in a time loop (kinda like the movie Edge of Tomorrow!) and tries to get unstuck while keeping Logan alive. It's a lot harder than you think.

Soft Kitty by pomegranatesushi - Poolverine, complete. Logan purrs. It's SUPER ADORABLE.

Home is a four-letter word and it's spelled W A D E series by Curupia @curupia - Poolverine, latest fic in series is wip. What happens after the world saving. Plenty of angst, lack of communication, and feels. So, my favorite :) The current fic being updated in this series is Logan being Domestic while Wade flirts at him (and breaks his brain). I've been enjoying the heck out of it.

i swore hands were made for fighting by WhatIsAir - Poolverine, complete. Logan and Wade are dating. No one told Logan this. Shenanigans ensue.

only you can me (scream and beg for more) by yellow_crayon @yellowwwcrayon - Poolverine, wip. An update to the Omegaverse Poolverine fic that I am absolutely in love with. The sass that Logan gives Tony in this fic is top tier, I was giggling so much.

Relationship Advice by fir_forest - Poolverine, wip. Wade needs some relationship advice, so he goes to the best possible place to find it: Reddit. Shenanigans ensue.

shattered glass by anarkissed @anarkissed-ao3 - Poolverine, complete. All the sex scenes, kissing, and general horniness the movie should have had :)

Men and their Problems series by capitalismwasamistake @capitalismwasamistake - Poolverine, complete. These two fics made me Unwell (affectionate), I will most likely reread them again this week. These fics convey how these characters have the most fucked up romance while being funny and cute and soft and sharp and freaky and I LOVED EVERY WORD OF THEM. I partially blame my love of this fic on the fact that my first fandom was Hannibal. Make sure to check the tags, both stories get a bit bloody :)

Happy reading!

[lilithmymind]

You know that thing about Batman what I don't understand? Why the fuck everyone in Gotham trust and like him like wth😭😭😭

If I would be a citizen of Gotham you can't imagine how shocked and confused I would be once that Bat-freak appears and starts talking about justice and vengeance, beating the crap out of the criminal and breaking 90% of their bones. My first thought would probably be:'Why the fuck he isn't in Arkham Asylum yet? I think he's dangerous.'

I'm surpsised he didn't kill anyone accidentally yet, I swear edging of 'Almost killed' gives him pleasure. And it gets more absurd because through years this freak gets children and involves them in dangerous work(Reminder:DICK WAS FUCKING NINE!) and develop some weird attraction to criminals(Catwoman, Talia, and all other criminals in Gotham who he didn't date officially but they still had smth going on together and a weird glances at each other) and some obsessed clown who's extremely dangerous and literally killed his children, but Batman refuse to let him die and literally brags in the hospital one day with that clown on his hands screaming 'You're going to help him first' and saves his ass too many times to count and they act like they're some divorced married couple.

Like the most unrealistic shit ever is not the fact what Batman exist, but the fact what people like him. I can understand children:who wouldn't like when some cool edgy dude saves people and who doesn't want to be like him? But what about adults? Reasonable adult wouldn't like Batman because he's very cruel, using children, having sex with criminals, eye-fucking with the most dangerous one of them, ruining everything while fighting with them all, being dressed up as a giant bat and having a lot of weapons what he throws at everyone(Including his OWN SON) and talking about some justice.

Citizens aren't readers or writers who knows what Batman is a really nice and good guy who's just having a trauma with which he copes by vigilantism and attraction to very dangerous people, all they see is some Asylum patient with lots of issues and aggression.

I guess civilians are just stupid If after they find out what he does all this freaky shit to save them they start liking him😭😭😭

[caesariawritesstuff]

Can you do 🌹💋 for BTAS Riddler. Reader and Riddler have some nice wine together chatting and then things get freaky™

Also using from the prompt list:

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

Worth Your While

Summary: A picnic between you and Edward leads to some desperate relief you both need.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: Mentions of alcohol, crime, oral sex, 69ing.

A/N: Ahh I hope you enjoy! This was a lot of fun to write!

The sun was setting on the horizon.

Brilliant streaks of oranges and pinks across Gotham’s skyline. It was the perfect evening – better than you ever could have hoped for. Your belly was full of meats and cheeses from the array of charcuterie spread out before you on the small picnic blanket, now just a remnants of of crumbs and barely leftover food. The taste of wine lingered on your tongue, and you snatched up your glass, sipping the cool white liquid, an explosion of flavors melding onto your tongue.

You couldn’t have asked for a better night.

Turning your attention to the man beside you, your heart fluttered in your chest. The sight of Edward there, bathed in the soft glow of the twilight, made your insides alight aflame. Edward Nygma sat with a glass of wine also perched between two fingers, his steely blue gaze cast out on the horizon. In this lighting, his reddish hair looked on fire, dancing in the firelight. The soft glow from the twilight made him look ethereal, like a God before you, and your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of him, beating against your ribcage like a wild drum.

He finally turned to you, blue eyes glimmering, as a slow smirk spread along his face. “Admiring the view?” he asked, his tone laced with its normal arrogance. He’d peeled off his green suit coat and now laid back in a white button down.

“Yes,” you said, though you wouldn’t tell him that the view was him. His ego was big enough, and you didn’t want to inflate it anymore.

Quirking a brow, he looked back at the horizon. It wouldn’t be long before the sun set behind the skyline and was gone, bathing the city in darkness. Gotham was always prettiest this time of day – in this peaceful quiet before night came and the monsters left their holes. You leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows, enjoying the moment.

“Any plans for tonight?” you asked him, curious as to what scheme he had up his sleeve.

“My schedule is cleared,” he said, smirking. “My only plans are with you, my dear.”

That made you smile. “Good. Because I’m sick of sharing you.”

“Oh?” he asked, his smile growing. “Sharing is caring, dear.”

“Not when I have to share you with your criminal empire,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Almost every night I lose you to your puzzles and quest to ruin Batman. I just wanted you for one night.”

“And I’m giving it to you, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching out to grab your hand in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips, where he kissed the flesh softly.

You trembled, breath hitching in your throat. Despite being together so long, it had been ages since you’d slept together; he often crawled into bed in the wee hours of the morning, passed out, and you’d be gone to work long before he got up. Heat crawled along your skin like a thousand tiny pinpricks, and your pursed your lips, trying to hide your smile as arousal stirred in between your legs. Wetness dampened in between your thighs – and as you quickly realized – you noticed a sizeable bulge growing in between his own legs as well.

He leaned back further, smirking as he asked, “Well, are you just going to stare, sweetheart?” His voice was thick and heavy with the lust, making your insides dance.

You smirked back, quickly downing the rest of your wine, before you set your glass aside and crawled over to him. You immediately straddled him, both legs on either side of his hips, the curtain of you dress blanketing around the two of you. You cupped his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours in a slow, passionate kiss. The hardness of his erection pressed against your panties, and you rolled your hips onto him. He groaned into the kiss, his hands settling on your waist, as he kissed you with reckless abandon. His hips undulated against you and you moaned into his mouth, desperation clawing at your insides.

You raised your eyes – looking around – but the quiet hill which you two had found underneath one of the local bridges was completely abandoned. Only the soft rumbling of cars rolling overhead could be heard, the gentle chirping of birds on this warm summer day. There was a slim chance someone would stumble upon you, but you weren’t about to give up not taking this risk – not with your own arousal stirring so desperately within you.

You grinded against him again, threading your fingers through his hair as you kissed him wildly, tongue gliding against his own to taste the sweet wine. But as you quickly slid off of him, shifting to the side, as you cupped his hard on through the fabric of his pants. Edward hissed between his teeth as you unzipped, as slow as possible, taking the moment to tease him.

His blue eyes met yours. “You little minx,” he whispered.

That made you laugh lightly. As the zipper reached the end, you reached into the confines of his pants, wrapping your fingers around the warm shaft of his cock. He sighed as you pulled his length from its hidden cavern; it stood at attention, red with veins running along the shaft, precum already leaking from the tip. You braced him in your hand, tightening your grip, as you began to pump his shaft with slow, steady strokes. Edward leaned back a little more, gazing at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth falling slightly open. Your smirk grew as you continued your movements, listening to the soft breaths escaping his lips. You swirled your thumb around the tip, pressing in, smearing precum across his head.

He moaned lowly. “Don’t stop, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You smiled wider – oh, no, you had no intention of stopping. Instead, you leaned forward, bending over, as you took him into your mouth instead. He gasped as your lips closed around his warm cockhead, and you swallowed him all the way down to the base, breathing through your nose to fight your gag reflex. He groaned, his hands fisting in the grass. You pulled back, almost all the way out, before taking him deep into your mouth again – repeating the motions, using your tongue to massage the underside of his cock as you went. His breath came out harder, softer, his head falling back onto the grass, eyes fluttering closed. You continued deep-throating him, gagging slightly each time he hit the base of your throat – but why should he get to have all the fun? It’d been forever for you, too, and you weren’t going to do all the work.

Smirking, you pulled back from his cock, hiked up your dress, and shimmied out of your panties. You turned around and were just lowering yourself onto his face when you heard him chuckle underneath you, a low rumble deep in his throat.

“Not wanting to let me have all the fun, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Of course not,” you replied, settling onto his face, resting yourself over his body as you leaned forward. Once more, you took his cock into your mouth, sucking him as you used your hand to stroke up and down on his shaft – before you felt his mouth dive into your wet cunt.

You gasped as his lips latched onto your dripping, aching wet womanhood. His lips found your clit, hungrily licking and sucking at the pert, needy bundle of nerves. You trembled as your eyes fluttered closed, his tongue working its magic on your clit with small flicks. Pleasure swam through your veins, building and building in your core, your toes curling at the sensation. It’d been so long since you’d felt this way, since his mouth had bee on your clit – and you were going to savor every single bit of it that you could. Your mouth returned to his cock, licking up and down the shaft like a lollipop; every time you reached his cockhead, you swallowed him, licking at the head, before taking him as deep as you could. Soft whines elicited from your lips with each time his tongue flicked against your clit. Stars danced behind your eyelids, and within moments, two of his fingers slid into your dripping, needy cunt, stroking against your tight walls.

It was like heaven as he devoured you, and you nearly stopped sucking him off, losing yourself the pleasure he was providing for you. His tongue flicked and stroked and massaged the soft bud, switching between fast and slow, only drawing more moans from your sweet lips. The way his fingers curled inside of you and thrust in and out made your insides feel like they were going to explode, like you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. More moans escaped your lips as you continue to suck him harder, faster, the vibrations of your moans from your throat only making him groan in tandem. The two of you devoured each other in the same, animalistic way, a symphony of lewd slurps and fleshy sounds filling the quiet space you were perched upon.

But with each flick of his tongue, you only felt yourself growing higher and higher, your climax building. His fingers worked faster, harder, and his tongue went into overdrive – stroking your clit with reckless abandon. Another soft mewl escaped your lips, and you grabbed onto his shaft, stroking him harder as your mouth continued to bob up and down on his cockhead. His cock pulsed in your hand, veins throbbing, saliva coating your fingers – before the pleasure built so high and high, a rubber band tightening and tightening inside of you – before it snapped.

You cried out around his cock as you came. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, your legs trembling around his face, as your whole body shook. The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing into you over and over again as you rocked your hips against his mouth, desperately chasing the high he offered you. But as you did – a low groan escaped his own mouth – and he came, too. Cum shot from the head, spilling into your mouth. The bitter taste lingered on your tongue as you swallowed every last drop you could, desperately helping him chase his own high.

And when it was over, you finally pulled away, feeling the slick cum run down your chin. You gasped for air, trying to catch your breath, as you felt his fingers leave you. It took you a moment to collect yourself and roll off of him and onto your knees, before you finally found him lying there, a satisfied smirk on his wet lips, glistening with your arousal. You smirked at him.

“I needed that,” you whispered, your breath steadying.

He quirked a brow. “I told you I’d make this picnic worth your while, sweethear.”

And worth your while, it had been.

[nyhti]

I associate you a lot with DC's Dr. Strange, hehe ^w^

So is it true that Dr. Hugo Strange is just as much of a weirdo as the other rogues? Because I thought he was originally this boring evil doctor guy, but it seems he has this weird thing for Batman????

What other weird quirks does this man have besides dressing up as Batman (and the weird Batman sex mannequin he has)?

Love your art, by the way!!!!!

Thank you for the ask!

Oh, he's definitely just as weird as the next rogue, even weirder than most in my opinion. I think the assumption that he's boring comes from the fact that most people don't bother to actually do any research into him. It seems most people get their idea of what this character is about from Batman: Arkham City and Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #11-15 ”Prey” and that is a tragedy, because, in my opinion, neither of these are good takes on Hugo. When you go to his tag on this site every take is either ”guy standing around in a lab coat” or ”HE FUCKED A MANNEQUIN??” Tragic. When you actually start reading his stories you find he is actually a surprisingly complex and interesting character.

I'm not quite sure what would qualify as a weird quirk, but I gathered some interesting and freaky little moment in Hugo lore from Pre-Crisis canon. Pre-Crisis, because I just don't really care about Post-Crisis.

My personal favorite little piece of weird Hugo lore is that he canonically took nudes of himself sometime during Gerry Conway's run. I talked about it in the tags of this post and then later made a comic about it here.

Second freaky moment is him drugging and undressing Bruce TWICE during Steve Englehart's run. I posted about it here.

Third place is going to the fact that in his first appearance (Detective Comics #36 (1940)) he apparently just had a designated room in his hideout where he could chain people up and whip them. Normal. I'm surprised I haven't posted about this before, but I guess I just consider it's common knowledge considering it's his first appearance.

And I feel like I need to give at least an honorable mention to him sticking his finger in Bruce's mouth mid battle in Batman #356 (1983). I posted about it here.

Second honorable mention goes to that scene in Detective Comics #471 (1977) where we see Hugo getting undressed and Magda with her shirt half open and then Batman crashes in and Hugo starts frantically getting dressed and Magda buttons her shirt. I can always tell when people haven't done their research into this character when they start having takes like he can't get laid. I'm looking at you Doug Moench.

Anyway, that's all I can think of right now.

[scaryscarecrows]

Jason looks at the tape with undisguised exhaustion. He'd borrowed a box of 'em from the Cave for a case--maybe he'll give them back, maybe he won't--but this one has no label, no identifier.

If it's some freaky Batman/Catwoman sex tape, he really will kill Batman this time. Or himself. Or both.

He puts it in, braced for impact. It's old, whatever it is, and the voices come in before the image.

"--Christ, Charlie, really?"

He mashes pause, the breath knocked out of his lungs, because that's Dove's voice an' she died last year an' he wasn't--he wasn't expecting that, not here, not now--

Nervously, fingers shaking, he hits play. The image wavers and jumps and comes in, and...and...

Dove's younger here than he ever knew her, probably not much older than he is now. But that's still her smoker's voice and crappily-hidden grin, fixed on the camera. She's sitting on top of the piano that's sat in the Iceberg for years, whiskey glass in hand, wearing a blue dress that Jason has never seen.

"Don't do this to me," she's laughing, gesturing at the shimmering blue dress. "I look ridiculous, you put that away."

"You're a knockout," a man's voice says, and Dove gives him an exaggerated shudder.

"I'm fucking cold, is what I am. No sleeves and a slit over my damn hip, if I catch pneumonia and die, you murder the dressmaker."

The man laughs, camera shaking.

"Look, ain't nobody lookin' at the boss, and if you start sounding like a dying toad the customers gotta have somethin'."

"Oh, fuck off!" She flaps a hand and takes a drink. "I sound fantastic. Better than you."

"Well, if this tanks, there's your new job."

"Don't jinx us." She leans forward, ankles crossed. "Do I look okay, really?"

"I'd ask ya out if I didn't know better," the man says. Dove takes another drink and straightens up.

"Good. That's the point of this thing, I guess."

"We'll be fine. Cobblepot plays all right, that's half of it, ain't it?"

"Yeah, yeah it is." She slides off the piano and comes closer. "Thanks, Charlie."

"You ready to make Doris Day jealous?"

"No."

[sato-s-only-wife5107]

Info, Important Info & Other Things.

Trivia.

This is just a copy and paste of my first account @wukong-s-only-wife5000 .

Hi! You can refer to me as Lena! I'm 24 years old and from the twin Caribbean islands of Trinidad and Tobago.

So I'll start by saying I really fucking hate amphibians. I see them more times than I like on here. Sorry, hate isn't the right word. I'm fucking TERRIFIED of those fuckers. Have been since young and probably always will be. If you don't know what an amphibian is… Google it. Hearing the names just make my skin crawl and makes me very uncomfortable, which is why I just say amphibians… Yet I got no beef with Kermit or Tiana's story for some reason.

Some things to keep in mind when reading my stuff:

Minors do NOT interact. Even if it's SFW, almost all my works are suggestive/have swearing in them. If you're like 16+ then you're free to read my SFW stuff.

Usually don't do characterxcharacter, so there's a likely chance I won't do it, feel free to still ask though.

I really fucking hate when people ship Charlie's parents. Luci deserves better that doesn't mean Alastor, hate that ship too.

NSFW Info: a lot of things are okay, but these are the NSFW don'ts.

For all you freaky people who like anal… Don't come looking for it here. Sorry, babes, you don't find that here, that's one of my biggest sex icks.

The only threesomes I'll allow is Wukong x reader x Macaque, otherwise, nuh uh (Though I am open to suggestions, however that doesn't mean I'll accept it so keep that in mind).

Here's the List of some of the stuff I'm working on/have done:

Danny Phantom.

American Dragon Jake Long.

Batman.

Hazbin Hotel.

Henry Danger (also possibly. And mostly Henry, Ray, and Charlotte).

How To Train Your Dragon.

Monkey King.

SING (don't judge, only Johnny).

Teen Wolf (mostly just Scott, Derek, and Stiles).

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Transformers.

Young Justice (maybe).

Anime Stuff can be found here.

Ultraman: Rising.

That's all I got for you guys so far. Will update this once in a while when I remember anything else I wanna add in. This is mostly a hard draft.

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday (but it's Thursday)

So I told myself I would post this yesterday, but when I left for the evening I realised I hadn't in fact done that. Whoops! But hey, it's only like 4 and a half past midnight on Baker Island, so if you think about it, it basically still counts as Wednesday. Right?

Anyway, this one is the next chunk of my superbatlantern fic, because I thought I might as well just commit and post what's basically the end of chapter 1. (For anyone who hasn't read the preceding parts: part 1 and part 2.)

“You were spying on us,” Bats said in that rough, low growl of his. He didn’t sound happy.

Well, there didn’t seem much point in denying it at this point, huh? “Yeah,” he said.

“Why.”

“Is that really important?” Hal shrugged. “Curiosity, mostly. I sensed a little sexual tension earlier in that meeting, while you two were going at it with each other.” The word choice made Batman’s eyebrow twitch gratifyingly. “I thought maybe you’d come in here to continue what you started, so I decided to check. That’s all.”

Superman went from looking mostly dismayed to a little bewildered. “So you wanted to catch us—what? Having sex? This is the Watchtower, we wouldn’t— Why would you think we’d even do that here?”

Hal felt his eyebrows raise. “What, you mean you haven’t? Ever?” Superman didn’t say anything to that, which to Hal was pretty much as good as an admission. He grinned. “Heh, thought so. I always knew you were less of a boy scout than you let on.”

Superman looked like he wanted to respond to that, but Batman cut him off coolly before he could. “Clark, focus. Hal’s concerning attempts at voyeurism aside—”

“Hey!” Hal objected. “I wasn’t out there trying to jack off or anything, don’t make it weird—”

“Putting that aside,” Bats continued firmly, “we need to deal with the real issue here.”

He turned his ice-blue gaze on Superman, who met it immediately as if by instinct. They did that kind of thing a lot, silently communicating with each other with just a look or a subtle gesture, like they had some kind of freaky, psychic bond. Just like now, where the meaningful glances exchanged above Hal’s head were a whole conversation he couldn’t hear.

…Huh. Hal probably should have figured they were dating a while ago, actually.

After a long few seconds, they seemed to come to an agreement. Superman turned back to address him, stoic and serious. “Hal, we need to know you’re not going to spread this around.”

Hal raised an eyebrow. “Or what? You’re gonna blackmail me? Kick me out of the League? Put my feet in a bucket of cement and drop me into the Atlantic?”

A muscle flexed in Batman’s jaw, the way it always did when he was pissy. “Obviously not.”

“Good,” he said, flashing the ring alongside his signature grin. “Because I’m not feeling super threatened.”

That muscle flexed again and Batman’s hands clenched to fists. Okay, so he was really pissed, huh? “Christ, Jordan, this isn’t the time for your pointless posturing,” he snarled. “Can't you take this seriously, for once in your life—”

“Bruce,” Superman said softly, laying a hand on his shoulder. “It’s gonna be fine, okay? It’s Hal.”

Hal bristled, unsure what the guy meant by that but instinctually convinced that it had to be some kind of dig at his expense. But before he could say anything righteously indignant, Bats just kind of…softened? There wasn’t really another word for it, all that sneering tension seeping out of him in an instant. Bats reached up to squeeze the hand on his shoulder, grateful and reassuring, and it all felt so easily intimate that whatever words were about to come out caught in Hal’s throat.

Hal swallowed. Geez, what was wrong with him? He wasn’t normally like this around Ollie and Dinah, and god knows they weren’t that shy about PDA. And this was barely even that. What about it was weirding him out so much? Just because it was them?

Superman smiled at him, all benevolence and understanding but for the tension around his eyes. “Look, there’s a reason we’ve been keeping our relationship private. We agreed when this started that dating openly would be too complicated and too much risk for our secret identities. And unfortunately, that includes the Justice League. You know how gossip spreads among the superhero community.”

Boy did he. When Carol had dumped him for good, he’d gotten a commiseration text from Booster Gold. Fucking Booster Gold.

“And I don’t want what we do in our private time encroaching on what we do here,” he went on. “We have a leadership position in League together with Diana. The two of us being in a relationship could…complicate things, here.”

“You don’t want that, huh, big guy?” Hal said. “That not a concern your boyfriend shares?”

Batman’s expression remained blank. Superman’s eyes hardened. “Don't try to change the subject, please. This is serious.”

“Clark is right,” Bats said. “Hal, we need explicit verbal confirmation. Will you agree to keep this a secret, or are we going to have a problem?”

Hal shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

Both of them paused.

“Really,” Batman said, with an edge of suspicion. “Just like that.”

“Yeah, just like that. Why are you acting so surprised? I’m in this game too, I know the drill. I can keep a secret.”

“You wear a flight suit with your name on it under your Lantern uniform.”

“And yet somehow, the general public hasn’t worked it out yet. Go figure.” He felt his lips pull into a sneer. “Look, what do you want from me? I said I won’t blab and I won’t. Am I supposed to sign a pact in blood or something?”

“Shockingly, I wasn’t actually going to suggest that,” Batman said dryly. “But it would certainly be more comforting than just taking it on faith.”

Hal gritted his teeth. “Oh, right. So you don’t trust me, is that it?”

“Bruce,” Superman said, frowning.

Bats just shook his head. “It’s nothing personal. Trust alone is a poor basis for most agreements.”

“So that’s a 'no, I don’t trust you' then? Fuck you too. How many times have I pulled your ass out of the fire by now, Spooky—”

“Fewer times than I’ve done the same for you—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Superman cut in, face like gentle thunder. “Bruce, we’re asking him for a favor here. Antagonizing him is counterproductive.” Bats just grunted and looked away. “And Hal, you have to understand this is difficult for us. For both of us. We’ve kept this hidden for a long time, from almost everyone in our lives, and you’re the first person to find out like this. I hope you can appreciate the gravity of that.”

Hal scrubbed a hand through his hair, feeling the sudden rush of anger drain out of him. It was honestly hard to stay mad when Superman was using his Nice Reasonable Mediator voice. “Yeah, I… Look, I do get it, okay? I’m not gonna blab, because no matter what either of you think, I’m not that big of an asshole. I don’t go around fucking up other people’s relationships for fun, you know.”

“We know, Hal,” Superman said, reassuringly. Batman was annoyingly silent.

“Cool. Are we done here?”

“We’re done,” Bats said.

Thank god. Hal was feeling shittier and antsier the longer he sat here with these guys.

[ahummingbirdwitch]

Chemistry (Batman 2004!Joker x F!Reader)

Summary: What do you get when you cross Joker gas with Poison Ivy’s mind-control pollen? A sticky situation. Don't try this at home, folks. Unless you have protection.

Pairing: Batman 2004!Joker x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4112

Warnings: sex pollen, mildly dubious consent, mild knife play, p in v sex, creampie, squirting

You were going to catch Joker if it was the last thing you did.

That stupid, shit-eating clown had slipped away one too many times, and it was seriously pissing you off. He’d been out of Arkham for months now, and he was making you, the GCPD, and frankly all of Gotham look incompetent while he wreaked havoc in the streets. The reputation of the police was already bad enough these days, what with the Batman running around in the shadows, rounding up ne’er-do-wells seemingly all on his own, but that only made you more determined to earn back the city’s respect. You had more to prove than the seasoned detectives in your department, after all.

This time, you’d get there before Batman did.

Tonight, you’d received word that Joker had been spotted downtown—something about an old garden warehouse. It didn’t scream “Joker” to you, if you were being honest; it seemed more like Poison Ivy. But you wouldn’t put anything past him. He was always looking for new dirty tricks to play, new ways to entertain himself—and entertainment for him meant torment for Gotham, one way or another.

You understood Joker, to a degree. You sure as hell didn’t sympathize with him, but you got his schtick. Obviously, he wasn’t right in the head, thanks to the freak accident he’d gotten into years ago, the details of which nobody really seemed to know, not even Professor Strange—but everyone got the gist of it nonetheless. And being a grade-A loon, laws and logic meant virtually nothing to him, even if they had at one point. All that mattered to him was being entertained, and he’d do just about anything to keep himself from getting bored—which always involved committing crimes, in his case. His motivations were simple, but dangerous.

Everything about the guy unnerved you. His wild green hair, his freaky red eyes, his bone-white skin and crazy-looking teeth. He was practically feral, laughing like a hyena and moving from place to place almost like an ape—he didn’t even wear shoes, for fuck’s sake. He was more monster than human, and you were equally disturbed and fascinated by him.

And for whatever reason—weirdly, confusingly attracted to him.

But that was something you’d happily take to your grave. That was something that defied all logic, and you’d tried for a long time now to suppress and lock it away—because why in God’s name would you be attracted to him? The Joker, who tortured and destroyed and regularly caused mayhem in the city you called a home. A man who barely looked like a man at all, who didn’t care about anyone but himself, and probably didn’t shower nearly as often as he should? That wasn’t the kind of guy that should be making your stomach flip every time you crossed paths, keeping your mind awake to the thought of him late at night when you were trying to sleep. It was infuriating.

And it didn’t help that Joker himself seemed to have an interest in you as well. When the police were giving chase or close to catching him, he liked to lob jokes at you in particular, taunt you in a way he didn’t quite taunt everyone else. “Those cuffs for me, detective?” he’d mock. “Didn’t know you were kinky like that.” Or “Chasing me down, detective? Take me to dinner first.” He’d even thrown flowers at you a couple of times—albeit explosive ones.

It was probably just to rile you up, but at the same time, you couldn’t be sure. It befuddled you as much as it fueled your turmoil.

You’d more or less stopped trying to make sense of your feelings, though. Instead, you tried to feed yourself the facts, over and over. You didn’t like him—not like that. He was a wanted criminal, and you were hunting him down. That was why he was always in your head, why you were always researching him so thoroughly and going out of your way to scour the city for him. When your coworkers joked about you wanting to fuck him, that was all it was—a joke. If anything, you were just obsessed with getting him put behind bars.

It was as simple as that. Nothing else to it.

You and a small group of officers went to the warehouse, advised to wait outside for reinforcements. You, however, decided to take some initiative. Slipping away from the others, you snuck in by yourself through a back entrance, slow and silent. You needed to see what the police would be dealing with—then you’d report back.

The warehouse, you found, was like a giant greenhouse. By the look of it, though, it hadn’t been used in quite some time; it was filled with dusty, abandoned equipment, and there was soil all over the ground, as though no one had bothered to clean the floor. You kept to the shadows, and began to hear voices the further in you went.

“Now you listen here, Little Red—I saw this place first.”

Your heart jolted. That was definitely Joker—you’d recognize him anywhere.

Someone laughed derisively—a young girl. “I don’t think so, clown. You forget I’m connected to all of Gotham’s earth. My roots were here first—and therefore, so was I.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the second person was. Poison Ivy. You knew she’d have a part in this somehow.

You headed into what appeared to be the main room of the warehouse, where there were huge mounds of soil stacked tall throughout. You crept closer, hiding behind one of the mounds, and you could just make out the shapes of Joker and Ivy a little ways ahead. Both appeared to be unaccompanied.

“I’ve had my eye on this place for forever!” Joker complained. “I was gonna clean it up real nice for my next big act.”

Ivy scoffed. “What were you planning? Turning it into the world’s most hazardous funhouse?”

“As a matter of fact, yes!” he retorted.

“Well, too bad,” she shot back. “I’m turning it into a greenhouse. That’s what this place once was, you know. All this rich soil is just begging to be fertilized.”

You heard someone speak through your walkie, and you muffled it quickly before the two of them could hear. Still, you caught the sound of an officer giving an order: “Heading into the warehouse. Proceed with caution.”

“Can’t you fertilize somewhere else?” Joker argued. “Plenty of dirt in the park, y’know.”

“It’s not just dirt,” Ivy snarled, the plant beneath her feet raising her higher so she towered over him. “And I’m done talking about this. You don’t want to make me angry, clown.”

You heard the voice through your walkie again: “No sign of Joker yet. Keep moving.”

You brought your hand to your gun in its holster, your heart rate rapidly picking up speed. The police were inside the building, and any moment now, they’d be in here. Should you warn them? You didn’t want to be heard, but you weren’t sure your allies could handle Joker and Ivy at once. You’d hoped at least one of the villains would leave, but their argument seemed to be escalating. This couldn’t be good.

Joker cackled, withdrawing something round from his jacket. “You think you scare me, sprout?” he mocked. “I can fight for this turf. No problem.”

Ivy let out a growl, and from your hiding place, you watched her raise her hands, summoning a monstrous root from a nearby mound of soil. At that moment, however, there was commotion at the other end of the warehouse, and you whipped your head around as the GCPD came flooding in, guns at the ready.

You grabbed your own gun. Now or never.

Joker’s eyes widened at the sight of the police, then he was grinning, his mouth full of wicked yellow teeth. “Looks like we’ve gotta cut things short,” he said, bouncing the object in his hand. “We’ll pick this up next time, kid!”

He hurled the round shape—unsurprisingly a bomb—towards the incoming officers, then another right after it. At the same time, Ivy turned towards the police, sending her roots back into the soil and replacing them with huge, flowering plants. Aimed at the throng, they unleashed massive bursts of rose-colored pollen just as Joker’s bombs exploded in midair. You instinctively jumped back, along with the rest of the police, as the particles mingled in a flurry of color, the dust settling over the crowd of officers.

You coughed, swatting the air around yourself as you fought to see ahead. Through the colored mist, you saw Ivy towering over Joker once again, rage in her expression.

“Nice job, freakshow!” she spat. “That pollen was supposed to render them helpless. Who knows what it’ll do now!”

Joker scanned the crowd briefly. “Looks like it did a number on ‘em, actually,” he said with a laugh. “I gotta run, though. Later, kid!”

He turned on his heels and sprinted away, leaving Ivy behind. Frazzled as you were from the blast, you felt adrenaline course through you, and you gripped your gun, taking off after him without a second thought. Oh no, you don’t!

Your teammates were fine. You were sure they were fine. You were not letting Joker get away this time.

Racing around the mound, you chased him down the hall at the end of the warehouse, coughing some more as you did so. Joker was inhumanly fast, turning a corner in the blink of an eye and jumping down a broken staircase. You ran after him, fighting to keep up, even as your chest began to ache and your body grew hotter. You couldn’t remember being a part of a chase this intense. Did he even know you were pursuing him? He hadn’t looked over his shoulder once.

Joker at last reached an opening in a wall that had once been sealed up; ducking through it, he slipped out of the building and into the night on the other side. You ran faster, unwilling to lose him outside the warehouse. You couldn’t let him get away.

You went through the same opening, cold air hitting your face as you dropped into a wide alley on the other side. You were panting now, your vision unusually cloudy and sweat clinging to your skin. You knew you were exhausted from running—your heart was racing, after all—but this sensation was different. You couldn’t quite describe it, but the heat under your clothes didn’t feel normal. It was almost feverish, though it was unlike any fever you’d experienced.

Was this the result of the gas-pollen explosion? Were you coming down with something?

You forced yourself to slow to a stop, trying to catch your breath. The heat was getting stronger, your clothes sticking to your skin as more and more sweat accumulated. Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to just take everything off, if only to rid yourself of the discomfort.

What was this? What was going on with you?

“No more gas in the tank, detective?”

You looked ahead, snapping back into focus at the sound of Joker’s voice. The clown was leaning on the wall on the other side of the alley, a smirk on his red lips.

“Gotta say, it’s not as fun when you can’t keep up,” he said humorously. “Thought you had a little more stamina, kid.”

Stamina. Your body shivered involuntarily at that word, for reasons you couldn’t understand. You tried to think of something to say back, some kind of clever retort, but all you could seem to do was stare at him. You could see his muscles even through his jacket, and his leather pants were so tight, showing off his toned legs. And his hands were big. Big… and strong… and…

Your legs buckled, and you crumpled to your knees. “Joker,” you said, sounding far weaker than intended.

Joker laughed. “Damn! That outta breath? You gotta work out more.”

You could feel something bubbling up inside you, and a soft giggle escaped from your throat. That was funny. He was funny. You giggled again. “Joker,” you repeated, more deliriously.

For a few seconds, he looked slightly puzzled, but before long he was grinning again, as though he’d put two and two together. “Ah, got a little gassed up after all, huh?” he asked, chuckling. “Good. You could use a little humor, detective.” He waved playfully. “Until next time!”

He turned and squatted, preparing to jump the fence to his right, and all of a sudden, a terrible, cloying feeling of need took hold of you. No, no, he couldn’t go. You couldn’t let him go.

“Wait!” you choked out, only half aware of how pitiful you sounded.

Joker halted, facing you again. This time, his look of bewilderment lingered, and he studied you with something like interest in his eyes. “What’s up with you?” he questioned, taking a step closer to you. “Not like you to beg, detective.”

The heat was too much, too much. You shrugged off your jacket clumsily. “Jo—Joker,” you murmured. “Help—help me.”

He moved even closer, a devious smile on his face. “Help you? With what?”

You tried to think. What did you need him for? But when your eyes fell on his strong, deft hands, flexing at his sides, the answer came to you quicker than expected.

You began to crawl towards him, barely even realizing you were doing so. “Touch m-me,” you stammered, gazing up at him. “Touch me. Please.”

Joker blinked, looking briefly taken aback, then he grinned wider than ever and let out a cackle. “Oh, yeah?” he exclaimed. “Gee, detective—I knew ya had the hots for me, but I never thought you had it this bad!”

There it was again, that giggle in your throat. He was so funny. So funny and sexy. “You’re cute,” you mumbled.

“Ha! Cute, huh?” He bent down before you, taking your chin between two fingers and scrutinizing you. His eyes were so red up close. He grunted. “Hm—must be Green Girl’s pollen. Got ya all hot and bothered. Is that right?”

Pollen. Yes, it had to be the pollen—mixed with the Joker gas, naturally. But you weren’t thinking about any of that now; he was touching you, and you needed more, more. You needed him inside you.

You leaned forward. Your body was aching, sweat pooling under your clothes. “Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please.”

Joker stared at you, smirking incredulously. “Whoa-ho-ho, detective! Never thought I’d hear you say that!” He pinched your chin, moving your face from side to side. “Hm. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love a roll in the hay with you, buuuuut… think I’m gonna have to pass. You’re outta your mind. And that’s a big deal comin’ from me!”

He let go of you, starting to move back, and panic seized you. You grabbed him by his jacket. “Don’t go,” you begged. “It’s so hot. It—it won’t stop.”

He looked you up and down. “Sounds like you need a doc, detective.”

You growled, frustrated. “I need you,” you said firmly, tugging hard on his jacket. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew how ridiculous, how pathetic you were acting, but you could care about that later. You just needed his help. “Just—just fuck me. Just this once. Make it go away. Make it stop, please!”

Joker raised an eyebrow. “You’re not fucking with me, are you?”

“No!” you said, more shrill than intended. “I—I—” You reached for your gun, yanking it out of its holster and tossing it aside. “T-There—I—I won’t turn you in, I just—please help me.” Tears of panic were welling in your eyes. You didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t relieve you, but you were terrified. It felt like you were going to die.

“Whoa, hey—okay, okay.” He took you by the shoulders, shaking you a little. “Calm down, kid. I’ll help ya, I’ll help ya.” He glanced from side to side, then suddenly, he was picking you up like a ragdoll. You barely registered what was happening before he was pulling you inside the neighboring building—presumably an abandoned one. He carried you into some kind of room and half-threw, half-laid you onto the dusty floor.

You fell onto your back, and Joker was hunching over you, grabbing the waist of your pants and trying to yank them down. He fought with them a bit, tearing at the buttons and zipper, but only managed to get the top part open before giving up and withdrawing something from his pocket—something sharp.

“Jesus, doll. Those pants are practically sewn on,” he muttered, leaning over you with a small, thin blade and slicing into the fabric around your waist and thighs. You sucked in a breath as he cut haphazardly through your pants, opening them up as much as he could. “I mean, they’re sexy and all, but jeez, how’s a guy supposed to get in ‘em?”

In moments, he had them torn enough to pull down nearly all the way, and you let him bunch them at your ankles before making quick work of your panties as well. You shivered, your body practically crying out with relief as more of your clothes fell away, freeing you of some of the oppressive heat.

Joker sliced cleanly through your top, revealing your bra to him, and paused to admire your newly-exposed figure. He whistled, eyes settling on the spot between your legs in particular. “Lookie here,” he murmured appreciatively. “Leakin’ like a faucet, babe.”

You whimpered, reaching out for him. “Joker—please.”

He grinned, working at his pants. “Quick little warning for ya,” he said. “I don’t play nice. When I fuck, I fuck. You sure you’re in for the ride?”

You nodded hard, chest heaving. “Just fuck me. Fuck me now.”

He snickered, positioning himself over you. You didn’t have enough time to look at his cock, but you felt it prodding at your entrance. “Whatever you say, baby.”

Without another word, Joker forced his way in, parting your soaking walls with ease, and you howled—not in pain, but in sheer delight. The moment he was inside you, every inch of you began to throb deliciously, your pussy swallowing his cock ravenously, and you let out a high, drunken laugh. Holy fuck. This was perfect. This was exactly what you’d needed.

Joker groaned loudly, almost in pain. “Jeeeesus, babe. Stranglin’ me like you want me dead.” He hung his head, palms planted firmly on either side of you. “Fuck. Hot. So hot.”

Whatever he was talking about, you weren’t listening. You arched your back and moaned wantonly, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Joker,” you wailed. “Joker, Jo—Joker—”

He laughed breathlessly. “You crazy little slut!” he said in disbelief. “You want me. You want this cock.”

You laughed with him, the sound turning to a long moan. You did want him. You wanted him more than anything. “Yeah,” you breathed. “Yes, yes, yes—”

Joker cackled low, his thrusts growing harder, faster. “Yeah, you want me so bad. Taking me like this. So nice and good.”

You let out a blissful moan, grasping the front of his shirt. You toyed with the flower at his lapel, giggling. He was fucking you. Joker was fucking you, and it was so good.

Keep fucking me, keep fucking me just like that…

He bent low, his breath hot on your ear. “You a good girl? You a good little slut for me? Yeah?”

You whined, dangerously turned on by his voice. “Yes, yes, I am.”

“Are you Joker’s little cocksleeve? Yeah?”

“Yes, yes.” You thrust up into him, desperately trying to feel more of his cock as he drove himself in and out, in and out.

Joker chuckled darkly, red eyes blazing with lust. Gripping your thighs, he lifted himself up just a bit and knelt back, hoisting you with him. In his new position, he fucked into you harder than ever, keeping you on your back. “Yeah, c’mon, take it all,” he panted. “Take it all. Good girl.”

You cried out pitifully with every thrust, your wails ringing throughout the empty building. So good. So good. This was everything. This was all you needed.

“Jesus, listen to you, dollface!” Joker marveled. “You sound filthy! Wettest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

You moaned, painfully aroused by your own sloppy sounds and your skin slapping his. Pleasure was surging through you, already speeding towards its peak. “Joker,” you whimpered, clawing up at him. “So close, please—”

“Oh? You gonna cum like this, baby?” He dug his nails into your thighs, thrusting even more fiercely. “Yeah, c’mon, cum for me. You know you wanna.”

You could feel the cord inside your belly stretching taut, about to snap. There was no way you weren’t going to cum. “Please—fuck, please—”

Joker groaned, his jerking movements telling you he was close, too. “I’m gonna—gonna cum in you. And you’re gonna take me. Nice and good. You got it?”

You nodded drunkenly. Just a little more, just a little more. “Uh—u-uh huh—”

He breathed in sharply. “Yeah, that’s it. C’mon, c’mon—”

Your orgasm was coming now, hurtling through your body. You writhed like an animal, whining as your pussy clamped down on his cock and squeezed, hot fluids gushing from deep within you. You held out your keening cry as your limbs shook and the heat inside you blossomed, then rapidly began to fade.

“What the—fuck—ah—fuck!”

Your eyes were shut, but you heard Joker’s last sputters just before he came, and seconds later, you felt his release filling you thickly, painting your walls with his cum. You took it all, gasping as you caught your breath, and only when the last drop of it had been spilled did you start to come to your senses.

It was slow at first; you were still recovering from your orgasm, your body still cooling, coming down from its impossible high. When you opened your eyes, though, and your vision began to clear, you realized what had just happened. You lifted your head in horror, finding the cock of Gotham’s greatest criminal still very much buried inside you.

Holy shit—you’d fucked him. You’d really just fucked him.

Joker was still kneeling, blinking in a dazed manner before looking down. He smiled and barked out a laugh. “Woooooowee!” he exclaimed. “Doll, you are full of surprises.”

You stared at him, bewildered, only to realize what he was referring to: a massive stain on the lower half of his shirt, right above his waist. That was—that was—had you done that? No way. You’d—you’d never done that before.

He grinned from ear to ear. “Look at that—like a little squirting flower,” he cooed, bending over you to pat your cheek lightly. “Neat trick, babe. You should save it for next time.”

Joker drew back, pulling himself out of you, and you shook your head once, as if trying to wake yourself up. “Next—next time?” you managed to ask. You clutched your forehead. “No, no—that’s—that’s not going to happen again.”

You couldn’t believe what you’d just done. You’d been under the influence of the pollen, that much was certain, but still—you’d thrown yourself at him. The Joker! There was no taking that back. Not ever. Oh, God. No one could find out about this.

You sat up shakily, frantically looking for something to cover yourself with. Your pants were beyond saving, your panties gone and your halved top hanging off your shoulders. “Please,” you uttered. You didn’t want to beg, to ask him for anything else, but you had no choice. “Can you—can you get my jacket, or something? Please? I can’t—they can’t see me like this.”

Joker, who had been cleaning himself up, tucked away the cloth he’d used to wipe the stain and turned towards you. “Oh, don’t worry, babe,” he said, smiling. “I gotcha.”

To your surprise, he removed his own jacket and wrapped it around you. Shivering, confused, you tried to put it on, but before you could, he was hoisting you up into his arms.

You stiffened against him. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

Joker furrowed his brow, pretending to think, then he smiled wide. “Nope!” he said, leaving your discarded panties behind as he carried you off. “You’ve twisted my leg, but I think I’ll keep ya, kid. What say we head home?”

[binnie-bitch]

I'm Going Freaky - Xikers Fanfiction

(AO3 Link) Pairing: Choi Sumin/Anonymus Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.8k Tags: Anonymus Sex, Glory Hole, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex Summary: Sumin goes to the rumored Glory Hole at Inkigayo. A/N: I wanted to write some shameless quick smut and friends voted for Sumin, so here we are. While I did write this with idols in mind, like for the ones that Sumin encounters in this fic, I delibrately kept it ambigious so you, dear reader, can imagine whoever you want. Either way, this is all about Sumin getting dick. Please enjoy <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The door creaked as if foreshadowing doom, opening up to a quiet and dark bathroom. Sumin fumbled for the lightswitch to at least feel a little less like he was stepping into a horror movie instead of a porn video. Then again, the only porn he had watched had worse lighting than a Batman movie, and was the reason he stuck to Hentai for his weekly jerk off session.

But jerking off got boring after a while. And that’s why he was here. In this deserted bathroom on the second floor of the Inkigayo building, the rumored place of many hook ups between idols and also one other thing.

Sumin slowly walked over to the last stall, hands squeezing into fists and loosening again to wipe sweat off his palms. He glanced at the mirrors as he passed, the question of why he was here again crossing his mind for a second, but the answer was pretty obvious. Jerking off was boring and Sumin hadn’t had any luck with other people recently. And so what better way to proceed was to go with an anonymous glory hole specifically for idols?

Sumin had heard about the hole before. When they had first debuted and got acquainted with other artists and the inevitable question of relationships came up. For the most part, it was a kind of rumor. A possibility of existing but no one in Sumin’s close proximity had the guts to confirm it.

Or so he thought, because it was Seonghwa who eventually mentioned that he had not only been to the bathroom, but also had been on both sides of the hole. Seonghwa had also immediately turned red and stuttered his way away from this topic, regretting that he ever said anything, but Sumin was solidly curious at that point. It didn’t leave his mind for a good two weeks and after the tenth Hentai manga he read involving a glory hole, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And so here he was, pushing open the door to either the best or worst idea he ever had. He thanked every god willing to listen that no one else was there yet. For once Sumin had changed clothes and wiped off his make-up quicker than his members, and now he had all the time in the world to get comfortable and calm down his nerves.

The door slipped shut behind him and he turned the lock, hands shaking. He wiped his palms on his shirt again, looking around.

His attention instantly zeroed in on the legend itself. The glory hole. Literally a hole, decently sized for any dick to go through and wrapped neatly with tape to cushion the edges. It was kind of underwhelming. Sumin wasn’t sure what he had expected. It was certainly close to whatever pictures he had in his mind, and yet so much more boring.

He used his jacket to kneel on - very reluctant advice from Seonghwa. The bathroom didn’t really smell like other bathrooms, which was nice. Biting citrus hung in the air and somewhere buried underneath was all the bad parts, but Sumin was too nervous to actually care much.

Every little noise had Sumin tense up. He shifted every few seconds, not sure how much time was passing, but he refused to look at his phone. Minjae had said that Sumin had an hour and he was determined to suck at least one dick in that time.

He was going to suck a stranger’s dick. What was he doing?

Sumin shook that thought off by slapping his cheeks. He knew exactly what he was doing, because oral sex was fun and it has been a while. The worse realization was actually that the dicks would not belong to strangers but other idols. No doubt sunbaenims. Sumin didn’t even need to understand math to be sure of that, and that’s all he would know, because it was all anonymous.

Maybe he could recognize them by voice. Maybe-

The front door clicked open. Sumin stiffened, eyes wide open as he stared at the hole. Footsteps grew closer way too quickly and a moment later, something black came into view in the other stall. A leg clad in tight jeans. It moved around a little, the stall door closed, and then the person cleared their throat.

“Ready, baby?” the man asked, voice a low hush.

A shiver chased down Sumin’s spine and he almost forgot he had to answer, but he was still rational enough to give a small noise of approval.

The stranger chuckled. A belt was opened, then a zipper. The man’s jeans dropped along his underwear, revealing the first glimpse of a thick shaft and unruly pubic hair. But there was no time to catch more as a big hand curled around the base of the cock and aimed the head down into the hole.

Sumin reflexively shuffled away as the growing erection slipped past the barrier, but he quickly drew closer again, drinking in the sight. It was kind of weird to just see the cock. As if there was no person attached, like a very realistic dildo built into the wall of the stalls. The shaft was insanely hot between Sumin’s fingers and while not very long, it had a good girth, with two prominent veins snaking underneath the skin.

Sumin dipped out his tongue and into the slit, shuddering with the overwhelming taste of salt. It was just skin, pre-cum not yet dripping, but Sumin was also hit with musk and sweat, seeping into his senses until he completely forgot his fried nerves.

With nowhere to look but the white wall, Sumin closed his eyes and resorted to imagining who could be on the other side. With every inch stretching his lips and dragging over his tongue another famous idol’s face flashed through his mind. He was sure that he had heard the voice before, but he seemed to have forgotten everything but the handsome faces of all the men Sumin looked up to.

Right before his lips met the taped edge, Sumin pulled back again. He pressed his palms on the wall for some support and sucked around the tip, tongue swirling right under the head. The stranger groaned and his cock twitched.

Sumin’s own dick strained against his pants already and he definitely would have been embarrassed how quick that was, but his mind was solely fixated on the weight on his tongue and trying to keep breathing through his nose. He did openly moan as he descended back down the cock, sucking until his cheeks hollowed out.

Another groan filled the room, followed by a fist banging on the wall. Sumin twitched in surprise and almost bit down, but stopped himself last second and pulled off the dick instead. The shaft glistened with a layer of spit and Sumin opted to curl his hand back around, jerking the cock with quick twists of his wrist and squeezing fingers.

“Is it good?” Sumin asked carefully.

“Yes, baby. So fucking good.”

Sumin smiled, cheeks warm.

He kept up his slow back and forth for a good minute or so, using his tongue when only the tip stretched his lips. The man on the other side didn’t complain once, only giving small noises every now and then. At one point he jerked his hips, but Sumin took the thrust like a pro, even deliberately moaning to get the stranger to do it again.

As the man repeated the motion over and over, Sumin fell into the same rhythm. He met the cock midway each thrust and they easily both picked up pace until the man was basically fucking the hole along with Sumin’s mouth. The stalls rattled and when Sumin opened his eyes he caught sight of fingers gripping the top of the wall separating them.

Soon, the thrusts stuttered, losing in strength. Sumin sucked and sucked, pre-cum staining his tongue each time the cock pulled back. At some point the man stopped, groaning so deep that it shook Sumin to the bones. A moment later, cum flooded his mouth and he just kept sucking, milking and swallowing every last drop.

The cock slipped from his lips with a wet pop and a thin string of drool connected them, stretching until it snapped. Sumin took a deep breath, blinking through the haze. His own erection throbbed and he had to actually dig the heel of his hand into his crotch, easing the tension at least a little.

“Thanks, baby,” the man said, and left the stall.

And Sumin still had no idea who he was. He had a theory at best. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was sure, but it probably wouldn’t fully dawn on him until later in bed. In the moment, Sumin was more occupied with savoring the lingering taste and also pondering if he should masturbate or not.

He decided no when another person entered the stall. Same procedure, except this guy didn’t say a single word. Fine by Sumin. The new cock was really pretty with the slight curve and cut foreskin, inviting Sumin to dig in right away even without any outstanding size.

The second person stayed quiet except for some little whines and muffled moans, but none of them clear enough to get any idea who it could be. He sounded cute though. More feminine than the first, and Sumin couldn’t help but imagine Seonghwa in the place, because that was exactly how he imagined his hyung to sound like.

This guy also didn’t really add anything to the blowjob, but that didn’t bother Sumin. He was happy to take it at his own pace and indulge by not just sucking and swallowing, but also by using his tongue more. Every now and then he pulled off the lick along the shaft or dip into the slit, solely focusing on tasting the precum that freely dripped like a leaking faucet.

Sumin kept one hand on the stall wall again, but his other hand squeezed around his own cock. He was so hard and heat creeped under his skin. There was sweat gathering under his clothes, his guts twisting with each slide of the stranger’s dick over Sumin’s tongue.

“C-close,” the man groaned, too muffled to really pick up the voice enough, but Sumin at least understood what was being said.

Sumin dove back in and sucked the tip between his lips. He brought his hand from his own crotch up to curl around the bare shaft, pumping up and down the minimal space available between Sumin’s mouth and the edge of the hole. The cock throbbed and twitched, drooling more precum.

One swipe of Sumin’s tongue over the head was the cherry on top. The stranger came with no noise, but hips jerked back. His cock slipped from Sumin’s mouth in the process and spilled cum over plush lips. Sumin startled with the sudden change, ducking away from the hot liquid, but only ended up with more of it decorating his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

The man on the other side released a shaky breath of relief. Sumin swore he caught a mumbled “Thank you” before the stranger left, but his focus was on the cum slowly running down his skin.

Sumin scrunched up his nose. It didn’t smell, but the cum was rapidly cooling and started to feel more like glue. Still, Sumin left it there. He could have used some toilet paper to wipe it off and later in bed he would definitely feel disgusted at himself for not doing exactly that, but there was something weirdly exciting about it all.

Sumin would have paid to have someone call him a dirty slut or something for sitting there at a glory hole, in a public bathroom, with cum on his face. In a good Hentai that would be the moment the protagonist realized they’re enjoying it. Sumin had realized that after the first dick, but it certainly helped decide that this, in fact, was one of his best ideas ever.

Another person came, but quickly left again. Sumin assumed it was someone who would have loved to take his place and he couldn’t help but pride himself in the fact that he was here first. But it also reminded him of how long he had already been sitting there. He wasn’t entirely sure how long exactly and he was afraid of looking at the time, relying purely on the timer he put in earlier, but he did use the moment to stretch his legs.

His knees ached and he was still hard. For a moment he just sat on the toilet seat, wondering if he should jerk off before the next person came. If there was another person. He hoped there was one more. It was surely more fun to masturbate while sucking someone off.

And like the universe heard his prayer, the bathroom door opened again. Sumin held his breath and slowly slipped back down on the floor, eyes stuck on the little space underneath the stalls to see if he could see the person. A pair of combat boots appeared right in the middle of Sumin’s stall and the one next to his.

The person seemed to be waiting for something. Or maybe he was thinking. Sumin cleared his throat just to give a sign that he was in here.

The stranger chuckled.

“I wonder if we have met before,” he said, his voice like a cat purring.

Sumin shivered. “Probably.”

“You sound cute.” The man moved into the stall and in front of the hole. “Do you also look cute?”

“I…I think so?”

Another laugh, almost mocking. “Can you even think all that much, angel?”

Sumin swallowed and squeezed his cock, whimpering with the sliver of pleasure the contact provided.

“It’s okay, angel,” the man cooed, “just open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.”

“O-okay.”

Sumin could do that.

He shuffled closer, putting his palms back on the wall. While it felt weird, Sumin leaned in and opened his mouth like he was told to, lips almost touching the edges of the hole. It only took a few seconds before the tip of the new cock kissed Sumin’s tongue. The first thing Sumin realized was this guy was much bigger than the other two. Definitely in girth and no doubt in length as well.

And as the man slowly fed inch after inch into Sumin’s mouth, stretching his lips to the limit of comfortable, an overwhelming rush of excitement shook through Sumin’s body. His fingers curled against the wall, nails dragging over the metal, and his eyes fluttered shut. The cock flattened his tongue and there was a distinct taste of something fruity. Like the shaft had been covered in something right before.

“There you go, angel, so fucking good,” the man groaned, bucking his hips, burying the rest of his cock.

Sumin choked and reflexively pulled back. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, erection begging to be let out of his pants.

“Too much?” the man asked, tone amused.

Sumin slowly shook his head. He could do this, he had to. When would be the next opportunity to suck a dick this big?

So Sumin bopped his head back down, but was quickly met with his limit once more. This time he was prepared and only pulled back as far as he needed to breathe. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Sumin tried again, swallowing against his own gag reflex.

Except he couldn’t really swallow around the intrusion. Drool pooled around the cock, so much that it bubbled out from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin. So much of it coated the shaft as Sumin lifted his head again, enough that it was running down the wall of the stall.

The man on the other side sighed, satisfaction coating the edges, but also a mocking boredom.

“You’re so slow, angel. Is it that difficult?”

Sumin whimpered around the thick cock and popped off the head with a disgusting wet sound. More drool spilled over his bottom lip, down his skin, and he desperately swallowed. He wiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking in a deep breath.

“Can’t talk anymore?” the man asked.

Heat creeped into Sumin’s cheeks and he ducked his head. “No? I- I just… it’s so big…”

“Having a hard time?”

“Y-yes…”

The man hummed. “This might be a bit of a bold request, but can I come into your stall and fuck you properly?”

Sumin choked on his next breath, falling into a whole coughing fit. Every muscle inside of him tensed up and his eyes widened, cock twitching with interest. This was real. This had to be real. Sumin begged the universe that it was real.

“Yes! Y-yes, it’s fine. You can… I’ll open the door.”

Sumin scrambled to his feet and unlocked the stall, but didn’t dare actually open the door. He just sat down on the toilet again, watching the boots move from stall to stall. The hinges creaked and the view opened up to long legs in blue jeans, the beginnings of a loose shirt halfway tucked into the pants-

Sumin squeezed his eyes shut. The man laughed.

“Don’t wanna see me?”

Sumin shook his head.

“Is it more exciting if you don’t know?”

“Yes.”

As much as Sumin wanted to know, to have those bragging rights to his friends that this and that famous idol fucked him, there was also a sort of satisfaction in being able to imagine. The possibility of Sumin being disappointed with who he got dicked down by was slim, but not zero.

The boots squeaked on the floor and the lock of the door clicked close again, chasing a shiver down Sumin’s spine. Radiating body heat and the faint smell of cologne was all Sumin had to know that the man was standing right in front of him.

“You really are fucking cute. I like the green hair.”

Fingertips brushed along Sumin’s jaw. He shuddered, hands tightening their grip on the toilet seat. His nerves were fried and somewhere in the back of his mind Sumin wondered how smart this was, letting a stranger get so close, letting a stranger outright fuck him.

But at this point, all Sumin knew was the desperation to cum and the fingers touching his face, his neck, dipping past the collar of his hoodie and leaving an invisible trail over Sumin’s collarbones.

One hand cupped Sumin’s cheek and a thumb brushed over some of the dried cum.

“Such a dirty boy, but still a pretty angel.”

The thumb wandered lower, pushing into Sumin’s bottom lip. His lips were probably swollen and red, they definitely felt like it, and Sumin indulged in the small bliss of remembering how the first guy fucked his mouth. He had kinda hoped the third would also do that, but now he was promised something even better.

As the thumb slipped deeper into Sumin’s mouth, Sumin opened up, tongue flicking against the invading finger. Immediately, the grip on his face changed to a tight hold on his chin. The thumb pressed down on his tongue, forcing his mouth to open wider. This way, Sumin was once again struggling to swallow, and drool collected around the thumb.

“You’re so lucky, angel,” the man purred, “just earlier I fucked someone else and I still have some lube left.”

Sumin moaned, heart fluttering. He wasn’t even embarrassed when the hold on his jaw loosened and he could actually close his mouth, and the first thing he did was envelop the thumb with his lips and suck on it. The guy was definitely wearing nail polish and Sumin was impressed at how smooth the paint was as his tongue dragged over the nail.

But then the man pulled away and clicked his tongue.

“I could watch all day, but unfortunately I don’t have the time. So why don’t you pull down your pants and bend over for me?”

Sumin didn’t have to be told twice. He did fumble in the minimal space and with his eyes still closed, but eventually got himself in position. With his pants and underwear pooled around his knees, hoodie the only thing covering most of his ass, Sumin knelt on the toilet seat. He crossed his arms on the tank and buried his face into his sleeves, still damp with spit.

Fingers trailed the curve of both of Sumin’s thighs up to his hips, pushing the hoodie until the bottom sat around his waist. Cool air brushed over skin and Sumin shivered, but it did nothing to cool the heat buzzing in his veins and twisting his guts.

“Just relax, angel,” the man said, one hand settling on Sumin’s right cheek. The long fingers squeezed around the supple meat there and the edges of multiple rings dug deep into skin, no doubt leaving marks.

At the same time, Sumin caught the click of a bottle being opened. The faint scent of something fruity filled the space and the man’s hand slipped away. A moment later, the fingers came back, but this time finding their way between Sumin’s cheeks. One fingertip dipped right into the tight hole and Sumin twitched with a rush of surprise.

“So sensitive. Still want it?” the man asked.

Sumin quickly nodded. He would have begged if he could, but just thinking about forming a coherent sentence seemed impossible. Whatever nonsense he would have spilled if he tried to talk would have been even more embarrassing anyway.

The finger rubbed around the tight rim, pushing right into the middle, then soothing it again with a sort of massage. Sumin focused on breathing, inhaling, exhaling, all while his cock throbbed between his legs and drooled all over the porcelain.

For a moment, the hand pulled away, coming back with even more lube. When the man tried again to breach Sumin’s hole, he succeeded, finger slipping in like a hot knife through butter. A small groan was pushed from deep within Sumin’s chest and he bit down on his sleeve. The cotton was disgusting, especially with how much spit was already soaked in there, but the way Sumin’s noises echoed in the bathroom reminded him of how much shame he would inevitably feel later.

With the first finger inside, it was smooth sailing from there. The second digit didn’t wait long and with the third there was a tangible stretch that didn’t just feel strange, but actually held some pleasure. It helped when the fingers thrusted as deep as they could and the tip of the longest finger brushed that part inside Sumin that had his whole body jerking with a wave of pure unfiltered pleasure.

“Look at you, angel,” the man whispered, more to himself than anything else, “taking it so well.”

“P-please,” Sumin choked out.

Desperation clawed deep in his stomach and the urge to touch himself once again pushed itself to the front, but Sumin tightened his grips on his own biceps and just weakly wiggled his butt. He wanted more, needed more, but words didn’t seem enough to articulate that.

The man understood regardless. With one more thrust, he yanked his fingers out. A little ruthless, but it punched another moan from Sumin’s throat and he actually felt dizzy for a moment. It was so hard to keep up that when the tip of the man’s cock kissed his hole, Sumin actually peeked over his shoulder to see if this was really happening.

And it was.

Big hands gripped Sumin’s hips tightly, nails digging hard enough that it would leave bruises. Before Sumin could accidentally glance up at the man’s face, his hole was breached by a new intrusion, stretching the rim to the limit and leaving Sumin reeling. His whole body seized up and his orgasm burned him from deep within before he could even comprehend that he was cumming at all.

Sumin sucked in a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering. His thighs twitched and his teeth clenched so hard around his hoodie sleeve that he should have been scared about breaking a tooth.

But then the man pushed his cock deeper and any thought melted away. All there was, was the way Sumin’s insides stretched and molded around the thick shaft, taking inch after inch way too slow and also way too fast. Everything was hot and Sumin was so full, only getting fuller by the second.

“So fucking tight,” the man groaned, finally bottoming out.

Sumin trembled with the lingering high of his first orgasm and the resulting overstimulation. His cock was already hard again, or still hard? He wasn’t sure. But he was ready for more, ready for whatever his sunbaenim - hopefully sunbaenim - would give him.

“Please…hyung…” Sumin whimpered, blinking against tears.

“Oh angel, you sound so sweet. I could eat you up right now.”

“Please please-” Sumin gasped as the man jerked his hips once. “Please, hyung!”

“You need it that badly?”

“Y-yes! Yes yes yes”-

A loud, shameless moan ripped from Sumin’s throat at a harsh thrust. Another thrust pushed his mind back into a dizzying haze. Again and again, the man fucked into him, rapidly picking up speed like he also was impatient and desperate.

Sumin buried his face back into the crook of his elbow, biting his bottom lip to keep muffling high pitched and breathy noises. His cock was back to drooling over the toilet seat and his legs definitely hurt at this point, knees aching and thighs too tense, but the pleasure sparking in every crevice of his body drowned out any discomfort.

The man was merciless in his chase, his grip even tighter. There was no way Sumin wouldn’t be bruised in the morning and he couldn’t wait to see it, be reminded of how hard and deep he was fucked. By a big cock of an idol he didn’t know. It would haunt him for weeks, maybe months, until the next opportunity came for Sumin to indulge like this.

As the thrusts turned sloppy, losing rhythm but not speed, fingers tangled into Sumin’s hair and tugged him back, tugging until his back met the man’s chest. While the hand in his hair slipped down to grip his jaw, the man’s other arm snaked around Sumin’s waist to keep him upright.

“Fuck, I could fuck your tight little hole all day, angel,” the man growled right Sumin’s ear.

“P-please do, hyung~”

“You would like that? You wanna be my cocksleeve?”

Sumin dumbly nodded. It was all he could, tongue feeling thick and throat too dry. Talking was difficult and his brain barely comprehended the words anyway.

With the hand on Sumin’s jaw, the man turned his head. Sumin tried to keep his eyes closed, but there were so many tears, he blinked out of sheer reflex, and just before their lips met, Sumin caught a glimpse of a familiar face. His surprised gasp was swallowed up by the man’s greedy mouth.

Tongues slipped together. Teeth nipped at lips. Noises and spit spilled between them, hot breaths mingling in the air. All while the man continued to drill into Sumin’s hole, practically bouncing him on his cock in this position. Sweat stuck to their skin and both found themselves desperate, moaning and kissing and biting like animals.

The last push Sumin needed was the hand around his throat tightening. It barely cut off his air, yet, a wave of molten pleasure crashed over him and he crumbled apart like burned wood. More cum spilled over the porcelain, some catching on Sumin’s thighs. His hole clenched around the cock and the man pulled away from the kiss, leaving Sumin to freely moan and whimper with the haze of another orgasm.

The man thrusted once, twice, burying himself to the hilt and then stopping. Another kind of heat spread in Sumin’s guts and he twitched with one last spark of energy before falling limp in the other idol’s strong arms.

They slowly and carefully peeled apart. The man helped Sumin get dressed again and cleaned everything up, all while whispering sweet nothings, too many compliments to remember. But Sumin was hyper aware of the gentle touches and kisses, the way he was treated like fragile glass.

Everything inside him screamed to just look and see who was so nice, but Sumin kinda already knew. The small glimpse earlier had revealed everything. But also, he couldn’t have opened his eyes even if he wanted to. He was so tired and needed at least ten minutes to recover.

Sumin leaned back against the toilet tank and just listened to the man shuffling to probably get himself adjusted as well. Fingers brushed over his forehead, tugging some loose strands behind his ear. Sumin instinctively leaned into the touch and the man chuckled softly, almost fondly.

“Let’s have some fun again, angel.”

Sumin meekly nodded. “Sure.”

“Maybe next time you’ll actually look at me, Sumin-ah~”

[vole-mon-amour]

3x02, part 2.

I'm genuinely surprised they're milking the hell out of this storyline. "Ooohh, this is my girlfriend, we had freaky sex, she gave me handjobs when I needed her too, now I'm super sad because I kinda loved her." Really, writers?

I mean, maybe I'm giving Homelander more credit than he deserves, but he's a cool villain (in theory) and I don't think his personality is THAT flat. Him falling for this nazi and then brooding and grieving for months is just so meh. It's not like he's super respectful and inclusive, he's kinda the oppostive, but again, he hates everyone equally. White, black, christian, jew, adult or a kid, doesn't matter. He'll kill them if he wants/needs to.

Was he, though? Maybe he just doesn't know?

She was a nazi, and you were becoming annoyed at her, but sure, beautiful, perfect, etc.

How about you jump instead and we'll see what happens if you don't fly? I feel like he wouldn't die, just leave a huge crater behind.

On the side note, I like his fangs. *sigh* A dream. Someone really is just getting born with teeth like that, huh.

I mean, there are also pilots in airplanes. People jumping with parachutes and stuff.

Dude is heavily depressed tbh.

They said they made up and then had an actual arguing match. She noped herself out of there so far, lmao.

Good thing they don't HAVE to, lol.

Maybe you just need to heal, not be fixed?

At least he told him! By himself! Thinking it's the right thing to do!

And THIS is how he decided to test the fucking serum? Jfc, Butcher. You're going to get killed one day that way for sure. Dude is running on trauma, alcohol, and lack of sleep.

Jfc, Butcher. This is a mix of Batman and The Punisher tbh.

Homelander would hate me for sure. Btw, I just noticed that I don't remember fat people in this show? The one I can remember was a traitor and came to Homelander to give up the Boys and Kimiko.

You go, girl.

Lmaaaooo. Boyo is losing it.

Ooooh, this is BAD. This is sooo bad. M.M. would NEVER.

I'm wheezing.

And Annie just tried to help him out. Oh well.

[riddle-me-ri]

Ok, you remember Fem Therapist ask I send you?

....

Can you write smut with Arkham Riddler having sex with her doing their 'sessions'?

A/N: oh..oh god it’s happening..uhh..um…this is my first smut with arkhamverse riddler…I’m terrified, but I hope I did okay and made grand master @finniestoncrane proud asdfghjkjj I’m gonna go cry in the corner now also so sorry about the ending, I had no idea how to end it rip

Trigger Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors DNI! Explicit sexual content; vaginal sex with AFAB reader, handjob, unprotected sex, inappropriate relationship between psychiatrist and patient (don’t get freaky with your psychiatrists pls), and strong language

Word Count: 1.9 k

Arkhamverse Riddler x Psychiatrist F!Reader - Special Assistance

You couldn’t show too much concern, too much hurt, or they’ll know. The officers and doctors will be made suspicious of your forbidden liaison with one of Batman’s most nefarious rogues; The Riddler.

Edward Nygma, Jervis Tetch, Pamela Isley, and even Waylon Jones were shipped back to Arkham last night after a successful getaway almost a month prior. 

You were walking down to your office. You looked through your clipboard and saw the patients you were due to see. Each profile had a small polaroid mugshot of the patient. You paused at Ed’s. You ran your thumb along the side of his face, something you hope you get the chance to do for real soon enough. 

~~~~~~~

Edward Nygma was as tense as stretched out rope about to split in the middle.

Batman cheated, again…which is why Edward lost…again.

At least he got to see you though, the only decent thing about the asylum. He had to put a hand across his mouth to hide the slight upturn in the corner of his lips. He couldn’t wait for the guards to come and bring him to your office. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

The minute the doors to your office closed, you still had to keep yourself from throwing yourself at him. You double checked the cameras to ensure they were off. You went to the door, and listened to make sure the guards footsteps fell off in the distance.

“Stupid. I don’t know why they bother with these weak, cheap, so simple a child could break out of them-” Edward was fumbling with the handcuffs the guards insisted he keep on.

“I don’t know…they can be fun sometimes…”

“Well, I suppose, a little brain teaser to…oh…oh I see what you mean.” His cheeks dusted pink at your insinuation. 

The handcuffs clanked to the floor. You walked over and tossed them onto your desk. Before Ed could stand up from the chair, you got on your knees in front of him. 

“Eddie…w-what happened?” You reached out, to finally get to cup his cheek, but he pushed it away. 

“Don’t ask stupid questions, you know what happened.” He snipped. 

You did know and just like you knew that, you also knew Edward was going to tell you anyway.

“The World’s Greatest Detective found me! He completely overlooked the very obvious riddles I had laid out for him. They were meant to sent him on a goose chase around the city, while I get away with my heist! But no, he found me before I could even break into the building!” 

You saw his bony hands clench tighter and tighter, the knuckles a stark white. You put your hands over his. He was getting wound up, but you usually knew how to wind him back down. 

He jumped at your touch, his hands did relax slightly. He didn’t tighten them around yours, but you were content with just holding them. 

“So that means he doesn’t know about your final plan. You can use that to your advantage. You’ll just have to get more creative with it.” You began rubbing your thumb along the knuckles of his limp hands. 

His shoulders start slumping, his spine relaxing into the cushion of the seat. “He-he doesn’t know…”

“He just got lucky, he found you when he was on the hunt for the others.”

“Tetch and his ludicrous outbursts…” His hands tightened around yours. Both men with a fondness for wordplay and brain power so happened to be at the same museum when Batman was hunting down Mad Hatter.

You nodded. “They are ludicrous, nonsensical. Not like you, Eddie…” One of your hands goes from holding his hand to slowly snaking up his arm. You placed your hand on his chest, it dug under the atrocious orange jumpsuit to meet his skin. 

His heart was running rapid, probably from underlining frustration. You were going to change that. You hand crawled further up, attempting to stroke his face again. This time he doesn’t stop you. 

“You’re brilliant, the most brilliant man I’ve ever known and will know. It’s a shame that you’re often grouped up with these highly inferior to you.” Your thumb strokes his cheek, thankful to be touching flesh instead of a plastic polaroid. 

He grumbled, “it…it is…infuriating.”

“I can’t begin to imagine.” You scooted closer to him. Your knees started going numb from putting your weight on them for so long, but you didn’t care.

You were going to be in his lap very soon.

Both of your hands were on his torso now, crawling under his shirt to his cold skin that you were slowly warming up. 

“Let me help you, Eddie…like I always do…I want to help you relax, get you in the proper head space so you can escape this hell hole.” You grinned.

He couldn’t help but grin back, “are you helping me as my psychiatrist or as my…partner?” 

“Whoever you want me to be, whatever you want me to do.”

His green eyes glossed over at that.

You knew that the only thing that turned him on more other than absolutely stroking his ego, was allowing him complete control. Your hands went down unzipping the upper part of the jumpsuit, before meeting the belt. Your hands made quick work of the belt and continued to unzip him. 

“You still want me to continue, Eddie?” You’re used to him going rather quiet when things get intimate at first. You still wanted confirmation that this was completely mutual, even if the obvious bulge in his underwear was evident.

“Y-yes, p-please.”

You felt your walls clench as you started damping your underwear. He was absolutely delicious like this. A world-renowned supervillain with a genius-level intellect and proven adversary to Batman, was almost in tears at his need for your touch, to relieve him. 

You took a quick glance at your clock. There was still a little over an hour left, you had enough time, but you also couldn’t afford to lose anymore. 

Your hand went down his underwear and immediately started slowly pumping his cock. He hisses at your quick motion, but they turn into moans as his hips thrust in time with your strokes. 

You lean in closer to him, your face beside his as you whispered, “I’m sorry, darling. We’re still on a time crunch.” You kiss his cheek as he nodded. You lean back to face him and kiss him on his lips. 

The kiss turns passionate as you creep your tongue inbetween his lips, seeking a dance with his own. Edward moans into your mouth, whether its from the kiss or your slightly quickened thrusts, or both you weren’t sure. You caught his tongue between your teeth as you lightly scraped your teeth along it as you pulled back from the kiss. The action left Ed mewling. 

You planted one more chaste kiss on his lips, before you finally got up from your knees. You remove your panties from under your skirt and toss them behind your desk. You straddle his lap and his arms instinctively go around your waist. You grab his cock and dragged the head along your folds, collecting the slick and rubbing it on his dick. 

You lean down to kiss him again as you sat fully on his cock. You muffled your cry and his groans in the kiss. Your walls instantly welcomed him in despite the rough intrusion, as they craved more friction. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began setting a steady pace. 

Your moans and his shaky gasps and groans were mingling together, as the two of you looked at each other. Before Ed leaned his head back with his eyes closed, he groaned again as you clamped around him again like a vice. You couldn’t resist the opportunity of more open skin, you wish you could lay claim onto his warm skin, but that would be too obvious. 

You settled for kissing and softly suckling along his neck and collarbone, anything to get to hear his noises closer to your ears. 

The chair started to groan on it’s own at the combined weight of both of you and your incessant bouncing on Edward’s cock. He fit you perfectly, just thick enough to stretch you and long enough to poke at the edge of your cervix, which is where you were wanting the tip to hit with every thrust you made. 

You glanced back up at the clock, there was a little over thirty minutes before the guards will come knocking on the door. 

“E-Eddie…w-we…mmm.” His hands began to knead your breast through your blouse and bra. “W-We don’t have much time left.”

Edward let out a low growl in frustration, which caused your walls to clench up again around his member. He leaned up, switching his hands back down to your waist to hold you, as he began bucking into you in time with your thrusts. 

You had to cover your mouth to hush the scream that almost ripped out of you. He went faster and harder than you had previously, and you tried to meet his pace. 

“S-so close, Eddie…please…” you whispered breathlessly in his ear. Your hands went down his shirt, trying to find purchase along his back. It was so tempting to leave scratch marks. You do end up accidentally scratching him when his thumb starts rubbing harsh small circles along your clit. 

“S-Shit sorry,” you gasp. You can feel the knot in your gut tightening, your legs about to quake in a wave of shakes. “F-Fuck, please Eddie!”

You bounced as fast as you could to meet in tandem with his thrust, his tip hitting exactly where you wanted for the last several thrusts. Your walls tightened around him again, absolutely choking his dick. 

“I-I’m going to-” “-In me, please, baby don’t stop.” You almost didn’t care about getting caught at this point all that mattered was you both cumming. 

The seering knot in your cut tensed and wounded up tighter and tighter until it finally unraveled in a pleasurable pop. As you felt his seed lay claim to your insides, your skin was revitalized in blissful shivers. Your limbs going sweetly numb in their wake. 

Ed laid his head on your chest, heaving for air, but his body was limp and lax than before he got there. You ran your hand through his hair before you kissed the top of his head.

You didn’t have much time to enjoy the afterglow. You quickly caught off Edward’s lap and began setting the scene that looked like anything happened but you two fucking. Edward zipped up his jumpsuit and put on his belt. 

You tossed him the handcuffs and they richoeted off his torso and onto the floor. 

“Ed!” You hissed. 

He rolled his eyes, but reluctantly clicked them back on. 

~~~~~

“I see Nygma didn’t bend your ears too badly, Dr. L/N.” One of the guards, Bill commented to you, while the other guard tended to Ed.

You chuckled. “Maybe a little, but that’s what they’re here for. Isn’t that right, Mr. Nygma?”

Ed scoffed. “Oh, please, you should be grateful I even speak to you. Giving you such intimate access to the inner workings of my intellect!” 

You had to bite your tongue to keep from saying your initial remark. That’s not the only intimacy I have access to. 

You and Edward knew that and lavished on the idea of getting away with it.

[clawsnoir]

alright, finally found some spare time to write about my favorite girl. let's talk about selina in the batman 2022 & what's driving her attraction to everyone's favorite emotionally repressed asshole vigilante.

under a cut, because this is going to get long - apologies in advance!

selina kyle is incredibly perceptive. this is an innate ability of hers, as well as a learned one. taking people/situations at face value can and will get you killed on the streets, to say nothing of the consequences that kind of naivety can bring when you're delicately navigating the criminal underworld the way that she is.

when she first meets Batman, she knows him by reputation only. he's a vigilante with a taste for vengeance - and while his biggest claim to fame is putting away a serial killer, he spends most of his nights pounding street level thugs into the concrete and throwing them in jail. selina, a street level drug dealer, is definitely aware of this fact and responds appropriately when confronted with him in person for the first time. she's startled, wary, then curious...and lastly, defiant, when he just stands there and continues to stare at her. she doesn't know what his deal is, and when it becomes clear that he's there looking into annika, she's less concerned about figuring it out and more worried about what exactly he's planning to do.

which isn't to say she isn't attracted to him - she's not as obviously affected as he is, but the pull is there.

their first contact in the mayor's mansion reveals quite a bit about him to selina. his unwillingness to hurt her, his surprising protective streak, and his unexpectedly naive assumptions about her motives. he's not the unfeeling monster he's painted himself as - and selina, who knows a thing or two about using disguise and theatre/performance as a means of survival, recognizes his damage as being similar to her own.

let's talk about the performance that is Batman. bruce is Batman is bruce, but he is not yet at a point where he has self-actualized and reconciled the two halves of his identity. this is important, because selina has yet to meet him as bruce; all she knows is the Batman.

the Batman has total control of his environment, he's highly logical and unaffected by emotion, he's powerful and authoritative, a dominating presence that strikes fear wherever he goes. (this is how bruce wants to be seen, and he's been successful thus far) selina is into that! like, I cannot stress how much she is into that, even as she enjoys poking fun at him for his stoicism. but she also can tell that it's a constructed persona, and the glimpses of the man beneath are intriguing to her.

there's also the outfit which, um...it's fetish gear. let's all be honest with ourselves, it's fetish gear. do not @ me with 'tactical this' and 'military that' because it is literally kink. shout out to zoë for confirming that selina thinks his entire getup is dead sexy and is part of why she's into him in the first place. freaky recognizes freaky, is what I'm saying lmao. his big bad bat persona is the perfect complement to her coquettish sex kitten.

so while selina is into the batsuit and the dark avenger thing bruce has going on, she's also curious about and drawn to the man inside of it. he's a dick towards her, no doubt about it, but it's never really /about/ her, it's about his own issues. selina knows this. she cuts him a lot of slack, but she also isn't afraid to stand up to him and cut him off when he oversteps her boundaries.

he's positioned himself as someone who's cleaning up Gotham's filth, looking out for the little guy, punishing evil...yet he's not really doing any of that effectively when they meet due to his tunnel vision methods. when she calls him out on his naive and limited worldview, she's trying to help him, to make him better.

& yes, part of why she falls so quick is due to how lonely she is. her affinity for strays says it all. is she perhaps a little too eager to trust him and throw her lot in with a virtual stranger, one she has never seen the face of? maybe. do bruce and selina have a history of falling in love at first sight and being each other's only exception when it comes to the walls they put up to keep others away? they sure do!

to steal from my fave @cityhalloween, selina wants batman to prove he's the man she thinks he is. a protector. the kind of man who uses his power and influence for good. the complete opposite of the men she's been surrounded by her entire life. is it a little unhealthy that she's more attracted to his potential than anything? a little bit, yeah, but who cares.

selina and bruce are very, very different; but inside they are one and the same. two broken kids playing animal dress up to distract from the pain, single-minded and solitary, coming to life in the dark where they feel free to be themselves. it's all about the recognition of the other, seeing parts of yourself in the beloved and loving them when you can't love yourself.

it's a genuine and pure connection. the relationship itself is um...not quite functional, as they both have a lot of character development to go through before they're fully realized versions of themselves, but the love is real and true.

[sharkfish]

2021 writing summary ✍️

WORDCOUNT: 89,471 FICS POSTED: 9 *plus some ficlets/poetry

ok obviously this is ridiculously late but i feel that i have to do it anyway. since i only had 9 fics i will list them all below with some genius commentary!

a better lover

“You don’t like it?”

Dean shrugs. Eats a french fry. “Never tried it.”

Cas arches an eyebrow. “You don’t think that’s odd?”

ok we all love a fic where dean bottoms for the first time and it's the best thing that ever happened to him. but like... sometimes people try things and don't like them. so here's a lil fic about dean bottoming for the first time and not enjoying it. plus cas makes a totally mood-killing joke.

at the edge of chaos

They saw some dinosaurs in the fly-over the day before, so Dean knew he was really, actually, truly going to see real, actual, true dinosaurs, but he still almost drops his camera in the mud when the first stegosaurus comes out of the trees.

Stunned, Dean says, “I’m going to win a Pulitzer.”

Equally stunned, Cas says, “How do I go back to bones after this?”

i've wanted to write a dinosaur fic for 100000 years but was annoyed at how much research would be required. and then i remembered that michael crichton just made shit up for jurassic park and decided i can make shit up too. i wrote this one really quickly and it was soooo fun. there are some super cute dinosaurs, only one really scary scene (but no injuries), and also dean is trans. idk what else you people might want from a fic.

cake or death

“It’s a cursed fertility idol,” Cas says. “It compels procreative activity by causing discomfort, to severe pain, to death, the longer you go without having sex.”

“Death?” Dean repeats. “Fuck or death?”

the prodigal shark has returned to tentacle fics! dean's an idiot in general, there is pining, there is an eddie izzard joke (if you couldn't guess from the title), there is a prehensile dick. a good time all around.

freaky saturday

Slowly, Cas sits up. He’s wearing boxers and a tee when he went to bed nude, and there’s a heaviness to his chest he recognizes but hasn’t felt for years. He looks down and, yes, this must be a nightmare — he used to have this one all the time, where his body reverted to pre-transition, though that doesn’t explain the unfamiliar bedroom or Batman boxers.

for trans bingo square "body swap." let's be real, a lot of body swap fics are gross. idk how to explain it, but a lot of times people use body swap to mean the character is switched to another gender, not that two people switch bodies, and it just comes off like this really... icky... objectification of women's bodies. not here tho!!!! in this one both of them are trans dudes and (sorry to disappoint) they decide that banging while in each other's bodies would be super weird. i agree, i would not want to fuck myself.

on the way down

“Oh my god. What the fuck, Cas.”

The wings sprouting from Cas’s back flutter, maybe the same way his stomach does when he first catches sight of Dean after time apart. “I’m not sure,” he says, miserable. “I messed up a spell, and…”

“You don’t know how to fix it.”

witch + wingfic!! this 3.4k was written in like two days and it was a ton of fun. i really want to write more witch stories!!!

south by

“We have one king ready for you through Saturday night,” the beta says, starting to pull out keycards for them.

“Wait,” Dean says. “There’s supposed to be two rooms.”

She checks the computer again, frowning. “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s only one reservation here.”

this was for trans bingo square "only one bed." because i'm super obnoxious, this was a Non-Traditional A/B/O fic featuring some omega/omega lovin' and cas is trans omega. plus some talk about gender politics — both misogyny and misomegy. but it's fun!

they be here

They’re not actually boyfriends and it’s way too soon for meeting family, but Dean has started wondering what a boyfriend talk would look like. Wondered about meeting Jimmy’s brother — Jimmy’s mate.

this one wasn't very popular (dcj stories never are numbers-wise, but hopefully dcj lovers appreciate the new content!) but it was a lot of fun to write. cas & jimmy are dragons, dean is half werewolf, and it's not uncommon for dragon siblings (especially twins) to be mates. this was the first time i wrote a fic where cas & jimmy's relationship wasn't a secret and that was pretty fun! i also, as usual, had a lot of fun playing with creatures and the way different species navigate each other's cultures.

under water, breathing fine

“You were perfect tonight,” Cas says, voice hushed into a murmur. “Such a good, sweet boy.”

This is enough, Dean tells himself. This is more than he could’ve dreamed, so it has to be enough.

my @acespnminibang bdsm au. i've loved writing ace characters in a/b/o worlds before, and i loved writing this one in a biological bdsm world. cas is ace and having a rough time finding someone to scratch his dom itch because most people do expect sex in that sort of encounter (unless they are into being denied). his bff dean really casually nbd not like he's totally in love offers to help out. i like this one a lot!!

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also worked on riptides sequel most perfect possession. i know it's been over a year since i posted a chapter (wtf???) but i'm not done with them yet.

[niche-pastiche]

I’m the Supernatural fic writing partner of @wisteria-lodge​, you can find my work under NichePastiche over on AO3 . We’ve written for a variety of fandoms only some of which are linked here, and currently have fic in the works for even more.

Deep Space 9 Fic

First, Do No Harm (60k) - Doctor Bashir has been off-station for an entire month, and Garak would like to know why. And if he manages to enjoy himself or turn up more information about the fascinating doctor in the process, well. These things do happen. 

Superman/Batman Fic

Relationship Status (42k) - Bruce Wayne might be dating Superman. He certainly went on a date with Clark Kent, and now it turns out they're the same person. But while Bruce trusts Superman with his life, he's still getting to know this shy, mild-mannered Kansas boy. - Rebloggable Tumblr Post

Our Flag Means Death Fic

Season 1

Playing Pirate 15k - Stede thinks he hears a ghost in the auxiliary wardrobe and, like a good pirate captain, goes to investigate. It turns out to be Ed - which only raises more questions. And gives Stede a few interesting ideas.

A Lesson in "Sword" Fighting 7k - Stede overhears the crew playing Marry, Fuck, Kill. And now he's got some questions for Ed.

Holding Hands 46k - Steddyhands Stede and Ed are going to patch things up even stronger than before. But that still leaves Stede with the small, unresolved matter of what to do about Izzy...

Season 2

Ed and Stede's Inn That is Very Nice; and Good to Stay At; and Has Beds and Stuff - Izzy is dragged back to the land of the living through some highly suspect sea-magic. It's only a matter of time before he ruins everything, again. Problem is, Bonnet refuses to let him out of his sight and keeps insisting on very.... interesting sleeping arrangements. Bonnet is the most oblivious man who has ever fucking lived. Unless he's planning something. 

SPN Fic

Jimmyverse (Season 5 canon divergent Destiel + Jimmy triad):

Love Notes Written in Salt and Lipstick 130k - Dean, Cas, and his vessel Jimmy Novak navigate consent issues, work through their various traumas of Heaven, Hell and heteronormativity, and talk about their feelings in various states of undress.  -  Repbloggable Tumblr Post  

Hard Limits 50k -  Sam/Balthazar focused sequel to Edging set in an alternate season 7 - Rebloggable Tumblr Post

Soft Limits 99k -  Sam/Balthazar - Sequel to Hard Limits.  “Sam isn't sure if he should call Balthazar his boyfriend, sub, or sugardaddy. He doesn't have to figure that out now just so long as he calls him. Amelia Novak, Jimmy's ex-wife, has a mysterious angelic sigil crawling up her arm and Sam's out of his depth.But the fact it turns out to be an obscure sex curse suddenly makes the question of what exactly he and Balthazar are to each other more relevant than either of them were expecting.”

Rare Pair Oneshots:

 As Time Goes Bi  20k - Dean Winchester/Eliot Ness, Dean is comfortably Bi but also stranded in the 40s with a case of hero worship. Has a bit of a noir meets romance novel flavor. Dean’s got a crush and legs for days. Cas is also dead and Dean’s stressed and stuck in the past. So not his best day, but not his worst either. - Rebloggable Tumblr Post 

ABO with a twist

Freaky Angel Sex 101  21k - Michael has left the building, but unfortunately for Dean, he did some renovations on the way out. Now Dean has questions. The most important being what is going on with his ass and what does Ketch mean Dean’s ‘in heat’? - Rebloggable Tumblr Post

Nesting Habits of Domestic Winchesters - A followup to the previous fic that adds Benny into the mix. Rebloggable Tumblr Post

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