#maybe I'll play around this idea more some day

[hollow-writing-place]

The Ghost King and The Firecracker

Chapter 2:  Food is the way to a man's... - Core?

Word Count: 5939

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Chapter Summary:

Dinner, Some Brotherly Bonding, realizations, and a good dose of hurt/comfort.

Warning! Short scene involving emetophobia. Starts at -+- ends at -=- Unfortunately, getting rid of the Lazarus Pits is uncomfortable. Lots of fluff to make up for it though!

Going back into work was nerve wracking. Legitimately.

He was already feeling anxious because he had dinner plans tonight, but that on top of confronting his boss?? Danny has to steel his nerves as he steps into the building.

He gives his typical friendly wave to the receptionist on duty before stepping into the elevator up. He breathes in deep just like Jazz taught him.

The second he enters the main office, he feels eyes on him. Or maybe that's his imagination, but he can't be sure.

Michael is chatting to a group of workers, handing out papers with a stern face. He must see someone glance at Danny because he looks over and sees Danny awkwardly standing by the elevator. He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose before waving Danny forward. “Office. I'll be right there.”

Oh ancients, Danny is sweating.

He nods and complies though, trying not to fidget as he waits on the plush chair in Michael's office. Michael enters after a minute, shutting the door with a click. He takes his seat across from Danny, and stares him down.

Danny opens his mouth, ready to make up some bullshit excuse, but Michael beats him to it.

“You're not one to play hooky, Danny, but-” He looks away, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. He sighs a lot, huh? “I… understand some of your situation. School work on top of the work here and all…” He shakes his head. “What I'm trying to say is I'm not going to hold yesterday against you.”

Danny opens his mouth, but closes it just as quickly as Michael holds up a hand.

“I don't want any excuses. I convinced the others you were sick and took a half day. You know WE is pretty accepting of that stuff.”

“Thank you.” Danny blurts, slumped with relief.

“It's nothing, truly.” Then, Michael does something unexpected. He cracks a wry grin in Danny's direction. “You're a promising employee. Stick around after you get your degree. We've definitely got a place here for you.” Danny nods enthusiastically, eyes wide and shining with his grin. “Now get out of my office. I remember you having a project to get to.”

The sequence of letters and numbers Danny had been working on flashes through his mind and he groans but stands to leave. Still, the promise of a future in aerospace dulls the pain he already feels when thinking of his work, and that is enough for him for now.

---

Danny had no idea why he was so nervous. He's been feeling those nerves much more than he used to now. It was just dinner!

They were meeting in a public place at Jason’s request, which Danny totally understood. I mean, Danny had that instinctive trust in Jason as a person but Jason didn’t have his Halfa instincts in yet, so it was pretty one-sided.

Again, Danny wasn’t a cook, but he tried his best.

He wanted to impress Jason, for some inconceivable reason. He had spent an hour agonizing over recipes and standing in his kitchen inspecting his cabinets before reminding himself this wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. They were going to have to have multiple meals together.

Finally, he settles on a spaghetti of sorts. If he boiled the noodles in ectoplasm instead of water, it should infuse the noodles, right?

Well, it worked, but Danny failed to consider something very important.

Now, he's standing over his sink holding a strainer full of green, slightly glowing noodles with a frown. Danny may be used to how ectoplasm looks in food, but even he can agree that this dish looks… unappetizing. Especially covered in the red marinara sauce. It's like some sort of Christmas monstrosity, and Danny feels the despair rise up in him.

Still, he'll be late if he doesn't leave soon, so he just tosses his dish into a Tupperware and heads out the door.

Jason can't have super high expectations, right? I mean, he does live in a sort of decrepit single room apartment. Danny thinks back to that place and recalls that Jason barely had a stove, so maybe what Danny's bringing to the table will be just fine.

Yeah, it's just fine.

---

Jason is stressing.

He's got his bag packed for their picnic thing, but he's still all over the place. He double checks his stuff again.

He doesn't know what all Danny's bringing, so he's trying to account for everything. Blankets to put on the grass, utensils, napkins, water bottles, matches, a spare Swiss Army knife, Joker toxin anti-venom, hand sanitizer…

Is this overboard? Was this bat paranoia at play? Should he bring food too? Would that be good manners?

He's half ready to call up Alfred and ask, but he can't bring himself to do it. This all feels ridiculous.

He shakes his head in frustration. If he gets started now, he has just enough time to mix, bake, and bring cookies. They weren't Alfred's recipe, but he thinks they're pretty darn close.

About an hour later, Jason's cursing and shoveling fresh baked cookies into a gallon bag before tearing out the door, backpack heavy between his shoulders. He can't be late for this!

---

Danny enters the park, thankful for the cloud coverage. It was warm out here, and he did not like it.

He roamed for a minute before spotting Jason.

He was tapping at his phone, cross legged on a blanket in the grass, a backpack open to his side. There was a furrow between his brows as he did whatever it was that he was doing, and Danny had to shake himself from staring.

Danny hadn't even thought to bring a blanket, or, now that he was thinking about it, anything at all besides the spaghetti. He blanches, but makes his way to Jason regardless.

Jason doesn't even startle when Danny plops down beside him, sighing heavily. He just grins in Danny's direction and sets his phone to the side.

“Bad news and good news, which first?” Danny sets his Tupperware to his side.

Jason thinks for a second. “Good, then bad.”

“Good news, we've got food. Bad news, I forgot to bring anything else.”

Jason's face scrunches, and he hides his small smile behind his hand, stifling chuckles.

“Don't laugh!” Danny groans, cheeks red.

“I'm not!” Jason defends, but Danny can see the smile stretching his cheeks and the way his shoulders shake a bit. “Besides,” Jason turns to dig around in his bag, “I may or may not have come prepared.”

He pulls from the backpack a handful of forks and some napkins. He sets them down and goes back to searching in the bag. It's clear after a moment of this that whatever he's searching for isn't there, and he slumps in defeat.

“Right, well, I thought I brought plates too, but-” He shrugs, and it's Danny's turn to hold back giggles. Jason glares at him playfully.

“What happened to not laughing??” He says, affronted.

“I'm sorry! I'm not laughing, I swear!” It's just as much of a lie as when Jason said it and it's obvious.

“I feel like you don't get to laugh! I at least brought silverware . That's gotta get me some points, right?”

Danny grins and nods. “Sure, silver ware.” He eyes the small pile of assorted plastic forks while Jason sputters and continues trying to make his case. Danny just shakes his head, cheeks starting to hurt from the smile stretching them. “Never mind that though, I've got the food!”

Danny brings the big Tupperware closer and clicks open the lid. “Ta-da!” He tries, weak jazz hands waving.

Jason blinks, then blinks again before he looks between Danny and the food skeptically.

“Is- is it… edible?” He murmurs, picking up a fork to poke at the slightly glowy food.

Danny winces. “Yes?”

“I really don't like how unsure that sounded.”

“Yes, it's edible.” Danny says again, firmer this time.

Jason shrugs and twirls up a bit, passing a fork to Danny as well.

“Bone appetite or whatever.” Danny murmurs, getting his own bite.

Jason chews slowly, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully. Thankfully, even as starving as Jason is for ghostly food, he keeps himself more controlled than when they first met. Danny was a bit concerned about Jason going feral on the spaghetti.

He eats his own bite, but his eyes stay focused on Jason for his reaction.

“It's not… bad.” Jason says unconvincingly. Danny deadpans at him, and Jason throws his hands up in surrender. “It's just got this… aftertaste?? It's really not bad!” 

Danny quietly thinks that Jason is kind of adorable when he's flustered like this. He's looking away, cheeks dusted pink, and Danny has to remind himself for the thirtieth time to not stare.

“Just eat up. You need the ectoplasm anyway.” Danny sighs, giving Jason an out that the man gratefully takes. They eat out of the same Tupperware dish in calm quiet for a moment before Jason perks up and moves to pull something from his backpack. He drops a bag on the blanket.

“My contribution to this meal.”

“Chew your food before you talk, you delinquent.” Danny says, even as he’s eyeing up the bag of cookies hungrily.

“You sound like my youngest brother.” Jason says, fishing out two cookies. Danny makes grabby hands in his direction, and Jason dutifully passes one of his over.

Munching on one happily, Danny comments, “Oh, you have got to cook the next meal. We can use my kitchen.” Jason throws his head back in a laugh.

---

Jason does cook next time.

He more or less takes over Danny's entire kitchen. The only thing he lets Danny do is add in the ectoplasm and stir the sauce. He moves like a dancer in between his multiple stations, chopping something one second and searing something in a pan the next. It’s honestly mesmerizing, and Danny just sits at the table and watches, occasionally making small talk.

He learns that Jason’s from a big family, that his job is a night shift more often than not, and his favorite color. He learns that Jason was adopted, and his dad is some rich billionaire.

He has to force himself not to talk about the rich frootloop billionaire that’s been trying to adopt him too, and it is a struggle .

Danny still shares about himself as well, explaining he has a sister in Gotham, but not saying a word about his parents. Jason seemed to just understand, and didn’t press him on anything. They continued in this back and forth manner until Jason served his dish.

Danny sang his praises for the meal, enjoying the way Jason blushed far more than he should’ve. They parted ways feeling full and happy.

Danny is so glad he convinced Jason to cook. In comparison, Danny's skills in the kitchen are nothing . The dish Jason made for them should be considered a delicacy of some sort. He could charge serious money for what he fed Danny.

Danny brings a hand up to his cheek, trying to will the red there away. He has no idea why he feels so… floaty? He glances down, and yup, both feet on the floor, but the sensation remains. Everything just seems lighter somehow.

He tries to turn his mind to something else, the tv, clean-up, or even that dreaded equation from work, but for some reason, the memory of Jason's smile won’t leave his mind. It has him grinning stupidly all the way up until he falls asleep.

---

Jason doesn't always get to cook.

Danny is dead set, (ha), on sticking to the schedule of one ectoplasmic meal every other day, but sometimes one or the other of them isn’t available. They try to get together as often as they can, but as work picks up for the both of them, those days get fewer.

Eventually, Danny realizes he won’t always be able to pop by Jason’s apartment to drop off a sandwich or something and decides to trust Jason with some ectoplasm for himself.

“-very potent, i know .” Jason stares resolutely down at Danny. “I promise I'll use it in moderation, okay? And no one comes by besides you, so it’s not like any regular people are going to get any. You can trust me.” His voice is so earnest on that last sentence that Danny can’t help but agree.

He reaches into the Ghost Zone, ignoring the expression Jason makes at the swirling green rift. Retrieving the canister, he promptly drops it into Jason's hands. He stares at it in disbelief.

“A mason jar ?? You’ve put this incredibly dangerous substance in a mason jar ??”

“It’s food safe!” Danny protests.

Jason just shakes his head, so Danny decides to move on. “That’s about four doses, so you’ll need to see me again soon, okay?”

Is it Danny’s imagination, or does Jason relax?

“Okay.”

There’s a moment's pause as they stand in Jason’s doorway, not saying much, just kind of sitting there. A siren rings out in the distance, making Danny realize maybe he’s been hovering there in Jason's door for a second too long. He clears his throat.

“Are we still on for Wednesday?” Danny’s voice is uncharacteristically meek.

“Oh yeah. I’ve found an incredible recipe for you. You’re going to love it.” Jason affirms with a nod and roguish grin. “Don’t think you get to get out of dinner with me just because you handed over a key ingredient. I still need my taste-tester.” He continues with a mock scoff. Theater kid through and through. (Danny had loved learning that little fact. This 6'2 hunk of muscles was into theatre? He read Jane Austen?? Incredible.)

Danny knows he’s smiling too wide, nodding too enthusiastically, but he doesn't care. He’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t worried that, by giving Jason ectoplasm, they wouldn’t see each other as much. With his fears calmed, he cheekily winks at Jason, who brings a hand to his chest in an exaggerated swoon. “I’ll see you then.”

“And I, you.” Ancients, what a nerd.

Danny turns away and starts heading home, his mind a giddy loop of Jason's words. ("-recipe for you." "-My taste-tester-") 

...

He may need professional help.

---

Was that too cheesy? He feels like a goof.

Jason groans, dropping his head into his hands. Did he make a fool of himself?

It’s just so easy to be around Danny. He doesn’t hesitate to joke and laugh and talk about himself. And with each passing day, the feeling of consuming anger filling his mind gets less and less, but new feelings take up those empty spaces.

Overwhelmingly, there’s this warmth when he looks at Danny.

(Well, to be accurate, he’s been feeling more warm just in general, but he pushes that new physical oddity aside to focus on figuring out his feelings.)

Danny just has this air about him, and Jason feels himself gravitating closer like a moth to the flame.

He wants to cook and provide for Danny, wants so deeply for Danny to smile at him, laugh and be around him. He wants to learn everything he can about this enigma of a man who strutted into his life. He has this strong urge to run his hands through the man's fluffy looking hair, and it is a struggle to contain himself. Of all the stupid things, this has to be the worst.

Jason’s got a crush.

Full on schoolgirl crush. He’s kicking his feet and everything! It’s unbecoming of the Red Hood, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

He sighs and tries to shake it off.

He’s relying on Danny to rid him of the Lazarus madness, and he can’t screw up his chances at being free of the rage because of Danny’s stupidly distracting smile. Or his stupidly distracting arms, I mean God, how does he have that much muscle? He’s half ghost??

Jason can’t think about this any longer. He’s got patrol with Dick, and the golden boy is surprisingly observant. If he thinks anything is wrong at all, he’ll attack like a shark smelling blood and pester Jason to death.

Again.

---

Something is wrong with Jason. It's so obvious it hurts.

Not much gets past Dick anymore.

Jason has been slowly but surely warming up to them, and Dick tries to patrol with him at least once every two weeks or so. Little oddities add up under Dick's scrutinizing gaze.

First, Jason actually cracked a joke with Dick. He laughed and everything over a truly ridiculous pun, of all things. It startled Dick so much he stumbled and almost fell off the ledge he was perched on.

Then, he actually calls Tim by his name. Not replacement, not cuckoo bird, Tim. Tim had choked on his coffee, but managed to recover smoothly.

He even willingly patrolled with Damien! And they've got some unspoken rivalry that Dick's scared to touch. It’s absurd.

Overall, Jason’s been much less snappy. He hardly glares at Bruce anymore, which, wow. Dick would love to attribute this behavioral change to them bonding and Jason getting more comfortable with the family, but the timing is just all off. Something else must be going on, and Dick was determined to find out.

He did a little investigating of his own, and thinks he stumbled on something big . He can’t be sure, but there is no time like the present to do some fishing!

They’re staking out a warehouse, just sitting together on the roof of a nearby building and waiting.

Dick’s swinging his legs off the side and Jason’s got his eyes focused through a scope. No rifle attached, despite Jason's grumbling.

“So… You gonna tell me what's going on with you?”

“Nothing’s ‘going on' with me.” He grumbles, but Dick sees the way his shoulders tense. Hiding something, then.

“Suuuuuure…” Dick drags the word out, looking away from Jason and back out over the skyline. The wind whistles a bit louder, tousling Dick’s hair a bit. He hums softly, a mischievous sort of grin finding its way to his face. “This ‘nothing’ doesn't have anything to do with a certain someone you've been hanging out with, does it? Black hair, works at WE…” He puts a hand on his chin like he’s trying to think.

Jason fumbles the scope, drops it, but manages to snag it before it tumbles off the roof, cursing all the while.

“What the fuck, Dickhead?” He exclaims.

With his hood off to the side, Dick gets to see the full range of emotions play out over Jason’s face.

“Stay the hell away from Danny.” His voice is a growl, and Dick raises his eyebrows at the tone. There it is!

“Ha! I was mostly guessing, but you’ve just confirmed my thoughts! Danny, huh? New friend of yours?” While Dicks voice is lighthearted and joking, the frown that twists Jason's lips makes him falter.

Jason averts his eyes, won’t look at Dick. Did he overstep?

“Did I say something to upset you?”

“No.” Jason grumbles.

Dick nudges him with an elbow. “Hey! None of that! Our policy is supposed to be honesty.” He chides, still smiling softly.

Jason mutters something Dick doesn’t hear, but it's probably an insult, so Dick moves on. “Besides, I really don’t know anything. Tim just alerted me to the fact you picked someone up from the WE aerospace building. I didn’t do any digging, promise.”

Jason's shoulders slump a bit, and he sighs heavily. “You didn’t do any digging, but I bet Tim-bit’s got an entire file typed up by now.” He rubs a hand over his face exasperatedly.

Dick gives him a shrug. “That may be true. He’s always been overly paranoid." The fondness in his voice is audible.

Jason sighs, running a hand through his hair. Dick sees the new stress settling on Jason’s shoulders and shifts a bit closer. Jason doesn’t always like touch, so he telegraphs his motion to ruffle Jason’s hair, giving him plenty of time to duck away. He doesn’t, letting Dick smooth down the hair he mussed.

“Tell you what, I’ll try and keep them off your tracks, if, and only if, you tell me a bit more about your new friend.”

Jason smiles at him, genuinely smiles, and Dick knows he said the right thing. The floodgates open, and Jason talks.

---

(-+-) 

Wednesday rolls around, with little fanfare. They’re halfway through dinner, laughing about an anecdote Danny’s sharing from work, when Jason chokes on the bite of food he’s chewing.

A sharp bolt of pain lances him through and through, and he coughs the bite back onto the plate.

Danny’s at his side immediately, peering anxiously at him.

Jason dimly thinks Danny must be calling his name with the way his mouth moves, but all the noise is focused into a high ringing. He can't respond, doubled over in pain and gasping for breath.

“-it, shit, shit!” Danny is frantic, hands hovering uselessly over Jason’s shoulders.

The agony comes back, racking up from his feet to his head. Somehow, it's icy and burning at the same time, reeking havoc on his nerves. He makes a strangled cry then, eyes squeezed shut.

Danny pulls his chair back, murmuring apologies before scooping him up.

If Jason were in a better state, he'd be freaking out about this. I mean, he knew Danny was strong but to be able to carry him?

Another stab of pain cuts him through and he pants around the spikes of it.

“Ancients, I didn't think it'd be so soon. I- I thought I'd have time to prepare you!! I'm sorry, Jason I'm sorry.” Jason blinks up at Danny, brow furrowing at the panicked expression on his face.

He looks on the verge of tears, and Jason doesn't know what to do. He should comfort Danny, right? He tries to reach up, opens his mouth to speak… and closes it just as quickly as a wave of nausea slams him.

Danny sets him on his couch, a little too rough but Jason's in too much pain to care, darting from the room and bringing back a bucket.

“-Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-” pouring from Danny's mouth like a mantra. 

He helps Jason lean to the side, and then Jason's expelling a sour, noxiously green substance. It's almost comical how much the viscous crap looks like the cartoonish liquid you'd see in radiation barrels on a tv show. He deliriously chuckles, but regrets it immediately as he has to spit up another mouthful. He can't do anything to stop it, and barely catches breaks between heaving to gasp for another breath. It comes again, and it feels like whatever he's hacking up has thorns that scratch and tear at the inside of his throat. It feels like whatever this is should be eating through the flimsy bucket he's hunched over.

This whole episode lasts far longer than it realistically should, which cements this as something ghostly. As if the fact the crap looked like ectoplasm's fucked up cousin wasn't enough to clue him in.

The next time he heaves, he comes up dry. Nothing left to come out, he guesses. It should be over, right? Then why has the rolling pain not stopped?

Then his body's burning, roasting and on fire and in ice and under water and he wants to scream but he can't. Jason thinks he might black out then, but he's already so far past it all that he doesn't know.

---

Danny knows what's happening the second Jason doubles over, folds in half on himself, clutching his ribs.

He thought he had more time. Frostbite had assured him he'd have more time.

Ridding Jason of all that bad ectoplasm was supposed to take another month at least, so what happened?

Jason groans, low and wounded and Danny decides he needs to move, now. Even as he's scooping Jason up, he's freaking out.

He was going to explain everything about this part of the process and they were going to set up a comfortable place for it to go down and this wasn't supposed to happen.

Jason shudders in his arms, body contorted and spasming. Danny just continues to hiss apologies.

Carting him to the living room couch, Jason looks up, meeting his eyes. That adorable, infuriating furrow twists his brow, and Danny wants to sob.

A hand comes up, and just as quickly back down as Jason squeezes his eyes closed.

Just as Danny gets him on the couch and fetches a bucket, he's leaned over and heaving . Neon green filth pours from Jason, and Danny knows. 

This has to be the Lazarus pits.

Jason chokes and gasps, shoulders trembling, but there's nothing Danny can do but watch. When Jason's eyes roll back and he slumps, Danny darts forward to catch him, ensuring he stays on his side over the bucket.

There's tears on Jason’s cheeks, and Danny smooths them away with his thumbs, ignoring the tears on his own cheeks. Danny knew that all the bad ectoplasm had to come out, but Frostbite never said it'd be so violent .

He needs to make a phone call.

(-=-)

---

He floats in a dreamy sort of dark void for a long while. The pain is distant here, but it's lonely and achingly cold.

The feeling of a hand running through his hair is what drags him to awareness. The hand is warm, blessedly warm against his forehead as the person tucks back sweat soaked strands from his face. There's the low murmur of words nearby, but Jason’s ears aren't online yet, so he can't make out what's being said.

Everything hurts less; the pain is spread out evenly in him and has been reduced to a dull aching sensation. It's still incredibly unpleasant, but he doesn't feel like being sick anymore.

He wants to open his eyes, see who's with him and where he is, but before he can, a feeling washes over him. It's like a warm blanket over his body, comforting and covering and Jason somehow just understands he's safe. He inexplicably knows it's Danny at his side, and that he'll be okay.

He wonders if this is a ghost thing.

He doesn't open his mouth to try and ask. He does relax though, and uses what little strength is left in his muscles to push himself a little closer to that hand resting in his hair. He can be mortified later when his ability to care comes back, but at the moment, he's lost his inhibitions.

Danny stiffens, relaxes, stiffens again and removes his hand from Jason. “Sorry.” Comes the awkward mutter near his head.

Jason does blink open an eye then, sluggishly peering up at Danny.

He looks a mess, bags under his eyes, clothes wrinkled, hair mussed, and his mouth is down turned. Those gorgeous eyes are sad and tired, and Jason’s not having any of that.

“For wha’?” He manages to croak out around his raw throat, noting Danny's wince. There's a glass of water and straw in his face after a second of fumbling, and Jason leans himself over to gulp down what he can.

I wanted to explain, you know, this,” He gestures at Jason and the bucket, “-before it happened. I- I don't know what-”

“You knew?” Jason cuts in, hating how his voice shakes.

Danny won’t meet his eyes. He nods.

“Why didn’t you-” more coughing, more water, “Why wouldn’t you say-”

“I thought I had more time. Frostbite said you had another month before it started and-” Danny runs a trembling hand over his face, voice rising in volume. “-I would have had plenty of time to explain, but something must have sped up the process of forming your core and it forced out the Lazarus juice early or something.” He’s waving a hand frantically now, and Jason tracks the way Danny’s breathing speeds up.

He brings a hand up and grabs the hand waving in the air near his head. Danny stills, stops speaking entirely as Jason clutches his hand, bringing it close to his chest.

“Just- Just tell me what’s going on. I- am I… dying again?” Jason has been pushing those thoughts back, but now that he’s said it aloud, his mind is a loop of ‘what went wrong?’ and ‘god, what's happening??’

“No!” Danny’s voice is shrill, and Jason winces at the pitch. “No, no , no you are not dying. It’s-” He gives Jason a weak smile. “It’s actually really hard to explain, but I'll try.”

Deep breath from Danny. Jason finds himself unconsciously copying the other Halfa.

“You know this much. Every ghost has a core. It’s a massive part of what makes them a ghost. Yours, of course, wasn't fully formed because it was being choked up by that Lazarus stuff.” Jason nods, still holding one of Danny’s hands tight.

Again, he’ll have plenty of time to be embarrassed later. (Given he survives this, of course.)

“Right, So, the fresh ectoplasm was supposed to take the place of the bad crap, but the bad crap has to go somewhere . Your core doesn’t grow very fast, so expelling that bad stuff was supposed to be gradual. Frostbite said we’d know when it was starting up, and it’d only take a few days.”

That unfamiliar name again. Frostbite. Danny must see the question in his eyes because he quickly explains that Frostbite is his ghost doctor of sorts, to which Jason nods.

“Anyways, something sped up your core's growth, and I guess I wasn't noticing or looking in the right place, so this all sprung up on us.”

Like always, Danny referring to the two of them as an ‘us’ makes Jason want to give him a goofy grin. He holds back. He was supposed to be upset at Danny for hiding this important medical information from him.

Danny’s mumbling something to himself, so fast and low Jason can’t hear when his face changes. Realization dawns over Danny, and he turns to face Jason head on, looking cowed.

“...I never explained ghostly obsessions, did i?”

When Jason shakes his head, Danny groans. “That has got to be it. Ancients, I am an idiot .”

Jason does chuckle then, weak and ragged as it is. Danny seems to appreciate it nonetheless. “This is going to be a tough topic.”

He launches into the explanation anyway. By the end of it, Jason thinks he understands.

“So, obsessions are what keep ghosts going? Like, what tethers them to the world?”

Danny nods. “Got it in one. They’re the drive behind why ghosts stick around, and usually stem from… uhm… from how the ghost died.” Danny looks uncomfortable then. “I’m not asking you to share. That’s a very personal thing for people like us. I’m going to be vague here, and tell me to stop if you don’t want to hear but I think it’ll help you understand, but I died young.” Danny turns his face, gazing out towards the window to the side.

“And when I died, all I was thinking was that I wanted someone to make it stop.” Jason hears Danny's shaky, wet sort of inhale and knows that he won’t make eye contact because he’s crying.

He rubs comforting circles with his thumb into the hand he’s holding captive, and Danny continues.

“I wanted someone to save me. And then- then that was all I thought about as a ghost. How I could save people. How I could- could prevent what happened to me from happening to anyone else.” His voice is raw when he says this, and Jason hears the pain there, the anger.

He understands. He gets it and he has the overwhelming need to tell Danny this.

“Mine was like that too.” He blurts.

When Danny whirls to face him, Jason isn’t ready for the sorrow in his eyes. 

“Mine- my death… It was like that.” He repeats dumbly. “I was stupid. I- I trusted someone I shouldn't have and I paid for it.”

This time its Danny squeezing his hand in support.

Jason finds the strength to keep going.

“-And I just remember calling out for my dad, begging and pleading for him to come pick me up.” Jason chokes up, pressure building behind his eyes that signals oncoming tears. He’s never been afraid to cry, but in front of someone else? Different. Wrong and pathetic. Words just keep coming, and Jason is powerless to stop them. “But he didn’t come for me. Because he didn’t know I was even there. And I bled out and burned and-”

Danny hushes him softly, crowding close to the edge of the couch. “That’s enough. You don’t have to say anymore, I get it. It's okay.”

Jason hiccups and tilts forward enough to lean against Danny. They’re already holding hands, what more can Jason lose?

Danny stills, and Jason wonders if he screwed it all up. They’d only known each other for a month or two, only interacted over meals. Granted, Jason feels like he’s known Danny a lifetime, and enjoys his company greatly, but still. In terms of friendships, this is a short one. And now Jason's crying all over the guy after puking up toxic neon sludge and dropping a piece of his traumatic backstory™ into the other man's lap.

But Danny’s hand is in his hair again, smoothing it back and carefully untangling strands from one another, and Jason is just so beyond caring about his appearances.

Danny looks like he wants to say something, but he’s holding it back for Jason's sake. He appreciates that thoughtfulness as much as he wishes Danny would just talk.

Jason follows Danny's breathing pattern again, and tries to calm himself down. Danny’s apartment is dimly lit, but his eyes are adjusted to the light level, so he tries to focus on some of the knick knacks scattered about. Alfred taught him that trick for calming down. He picks three and scans them over, noting color and shape and any wear and tear. He tries to picture a story behind each one, and in a matter of minutes, he feels better.

He pushes the memories of the warehouse to the back of his mind where they live and sighs.

He groans and sits up a touch. “Ghost obsessions. What does that have to do with me feeling like I got run over by a semi truck with snow spiked wheels?”

Danny startles, probably not ready for Jason to break the silence so loudly. “Oh, uh, when you do something to… fuel… your obsession, it can grow and charge your core up. Again, obsessions keep ghosts going.”

Understanding hits Jason like a brick to the face. He can say that because he knows exactly what being hit in the face by a brick feels like.

“Oh. That checks out.” He notes Danny's confusion even as he twists his body so he can make direct eye contact with Danny.

“So if my obsession was protecting people, and I regularly protect people, that would have sped this whole thing up?”

Danny nods at his recap, one eyebrow cocked in his confusion. Jason just gives him a smile, though it’s still shaky from the whole of the last hour or so.

“Alright. Danny,” He makes sure that he looks as serious as possible, because he needs Danny to know he’s not joking. Danny leans forward to match Jason’s intent eye contact.

“I am the Red Hood.”

The silence stretches between them for a heartbeat too long before,

...

“ ...Holy shit .” Danny whispers reverently.

-OUTTAKE-

Not seen: the rest of Dick and Jason’s stakeout

Jason: “-and his eyes. Oh my god his eyes-” Dick: *nodding encouragingly while Jason pours out his heart, already considering going back on his word because Jason *clearly* like-likes this guy and it's his brotherly duty to be nosy* Oracle: … Oracle: “Guys… The warehouse…” Dick and Jason: “Shit.”

[ducksido]

Can you do some twst characters with a Yuu that (non sexually) age regresses? like not to a baby type age, more of an older toddler to 1st grader age (whatever that is...) because that was normally the mental state i was in when i used to regress, for characters i would specifically like Kalim, ruggie, ortho, grim, and maybe a teacher!!! any other characters if you have ideas for them are welcome!! dont pressure urself to do more tho lolz :))

when i used to regress it was due to me being in bad moods or just feeling comfortable around a person enough to be able to let go for a bit, so for a scenario it could be just hanging out with the person if its more of a story type thing, if its more headcanons (which i dont mind!) you can come up with the scenario!! id love to see what you come up with :D

dont feel pressured to do this and its totally ok if u dont want to write this request!!! thanks for the fics and making my day more enjoyable <33 ☀️

(alright i'll attempt)

Kalim Al-Asim – “You can always be little with me!”

Kalim loves that you trust him enough to let your walls down. He’s sunshine on full blast when you start regressing around him—not because he’s clueless, but because he genuinely wants to give you a happy, safe space.

He’ll be like, “Oh! You feeling small today? That’s okay! Wanna color? I got so many markers!”

Breaks out his childhood coloring books from the palace. They’re fancy ones with gold-trimmed edges and sparkly stickers.

If you feel quiet and unsure, he’ll never push. He just scoots closer, hums a silly song, and lets you slowly inch into the moment.

His lap is always available. You’ll often end up snuggled under a light silk throw while he reads to you in an animated voice.

“This dragon sounds scary, but he’s actually just lonely! See? He’s like—‘rawr, give me a hug!!’”

He gets so into it, using puppets and plushies to act out stories. If you giggle, he looks like he just won a gold medal.

Comfort item: He’ll gift you a little plush elephant named “Tofu.” He says Tofu is brave and soft—just like you.

Ruggie Bucchi – “You can chill out here, yeah?”

At first, Ruggie’s a little surprised the first time you regress around him. But once he clocks that you’re not being silly—you’re being you, just a smaller you—he shifts immediately into Big Brother Mode™.

“Ah, so you’re feelin’ all small and soft today, huh? Aight. Come here, lemme tuck you under the blanket.”

He’s practical. If you’re regressing because you’re overstimmed or tired, he handles all the “adult” stuff without making a big deal out of it. “Don’t worry ‘bout cleanin’ up—go ahead and nap. I got it.”

He brings you rice crackers and juice in a cup with a silly straw. You get first dibs on the remote. Cartoons all day.

If anyone dares make fun of you? He shuts that down. “Hey. You laugh, you leave. Got it?”

He teases a little when you’re doing better—"Yuu, you drooled on the blanket again!"—but it’s always gentle and never mean.

Favorite moment: Watching your eyes light up when he teaches you how to fold a paper crane. He ends up making a whole flock with you.

Ortho Shroud – “I’ve read about this! Don’t worry—I’ll help!”

Ortho understands regression in a very literal sense, but that just means he’s very eager to learn how to support you. He stores everything you tell him in his memory banks for future reference.

“Okay! When Yuu is small, they like juice, warm socks, and picture books. Got it!”

He adjusts his voice modulation to sound softer and less robotic when you're regressed—he thinks it's less overwhelming.

Plays simple games with you, like stacking blocks or “spot the sparkly rock” treasure hunts around the garden.

He once programmed a mini-hologram show of your favorite story so you could see it like a stage play with sparkles and sound effects. “Tada! All done just for you!”

If you get sad or scared while regressed, he sits close and hums lullabies in perfect tune, projecting soft glowing lights like a starry ceiling.

Bonus: Idia sees you like this once and gets super flustered. “Wha—huh? You—you look like a tiny baby human—Ortho, help!!” Ortho just rolls his eyes and tucks a blanket over you.

Grim – “I guess I’ll let you nap on me... just this once.”

Grim acts like it’s a huge inconvenience when you regress, but the second you curl up and babble in that tiny, sleepy voice? His tail is thumping like crazy.

“Ugh, fine. Climb up here. You’re heavy—but I’m strong, so I guess it’s okay.”

He’s weirdly good at playing pretend. One time, you wanted to be a pirate and he brought you a pot lid as a shield and declared himself Captain Grimbeard.

Puts on a brave face for you. If you’re scared or anxious in your regressed state, he puffs up and hisses at your fears. “No nightmares on my watch!”

You sometimes cling to his fur when you’re deep in regression, and while he grumbles, he secretly preens about it. “Y’know... you’re lucky I like you, hench-human.”

Grim's love language: letting you rest on his stomach while he complains loudly about it, but won’t move for hours.

Professor Trein – “Childhood is not something to be ashamed of.”

Trein is gentle and deeply respectful when he realizes what your regression is. He doesn’t see it as immature—he sees it as vulnerable and human, something that deserves protection and compassion.

He’ll guide you through the library and pull down classic children’s books to read aloud. His voice is low and soothing like warm tea.

“Would you like to try reading this one aloud yourself? I’ll help with the big words.”

Lucius always seems to know when you're regressed and will curl up in your lap like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Professor Trein will brew calming tea (or warm milk if you prefer) and let you sit near the hearth with a thick blanket and your favorite book.

He has a drawer of old toys from his daughters—wooden puzzles, a soft cloth doll, worn but lovingly kept—and offers them to you without judgment.

Most comforting moment: “It is not foolish to need care,” he tells you one day, as you sit quietly by his desk. “In fact, recognizing it is a sign of wisdom.”

Bonus: Leona – “Tch. Alright, get over here.”

Will act annoyed but will let you nap curled against his side the entire afternoon. Plays with your hair lazily while you drift off.

“No one bothers ‘em. Got it?” is all he has to say to the rest of the dorm. And no one does.

His tail occasionally sways over your lap as a comfort rhythm. You fall asleep watching it move back and forth.

[wysteriaisapenguin]

Train Conductor Nightmare! (Based on an idea from the Discord Server)

The passengers may be in for a scare but I'm sure the engines will be fine!

[arolesbianism]

I'm abt to go to bed and artbook madness is continuing to consume me but on a non artbook note I am considering redesigning Dodie and Raiden maybe 👍

[inkskinned]

i'm going to listen to the album of the artist you like even though he's not really my vibe. i'm going to read the book you suggested even though it's not a genre i usually enjoy. i'll watch the show. i will try the recipe. i will play the video game, or at least watch a deep-dive youtube explaining the really-long lore so i have some idea of what's happening. the movie you suggested is too scary for me, but - i mean, the wikipedia page is kind of interesting - look at the length of the section Controversy.

this is not a burden. i think maybe "burden" and "love" might be oppositional, the way sometimes "love" and "hate" are not opposites. a burden is a dragging. i love you because you brought me to the water, and it is the horizon of your heart. i love you because of your nervous pacing around the edges of the rabbit hole.

often you are right. some songs on that album remind me of the spark in your eyes. the book was really thought-provoking.

more i just want to understand enough that you can talk to me. that you can explain, in depth, why it matters that wheat has shallow roots. i love you, even platonically - your love of this thing leaks into me. i watch you, cautious and dancing, the shy desire for you to smear the colors of this thing into my life, too.

they are your colors, though. of course i want them here, in the marginalia of my life. you matter to me. i want them to crowd the little moments of my day. i want your fingerprints scattered throughout the rooms of my heart.

one time i spent about six months reading and researching a particular author, just so i could talk to one of my friends about him. i never got the chance. she betrayed me, broke my trust, and sided with her abusive ex-boyfriend. standing in the sodden floodplain of what she left over, some bitter part of me asked - isn't that tragic? you have all this knowledge and nothing to do with it.

but i did have all that knowledge, though. when i reach for it, i still feel it glow.

[miyaz6ki]

☆ wearing their clothes

synopsis. seeing s/o wearing their clothes for the first time :) (like shirts/sweatshirts or jackets/coats :pensive:)

the blade has spoken. erm... first draft being posted... i feel a little nervous after changing from reshinless to the user i use everywhere..

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer

albedo felt himself heating up already. the red that crept up his neck was noticeable as you looked up. you were wearing his lab coat, and all cozy in the bed you both share.

"you're.. wearing.. my.." - "oh.. wow."

he had just come back from work and he couldn't wait to cuddle with you in bed, yet it was as if he wouldn't mind conducting another experiment with his new 'assistant' by his side <3

alhaitham when he suddenly walks into the empty home, tired of the work he's done for only archons knows how long he had been working. he just wanted to come home and tell you about all the things he's been- oh.

he was stunned. star struck. fuck. were you really wearing his sweater right now? the grayhead felt himself simply smirk at he adorable sight of you simply sleeping on the couch. a dinner made just for him, along with dessert on the side (ifykyk)

"maybe i'll tell you when i wake up, love."

capitano who simply lets out a chuckle, one out of love. he loves how large his coat looked on you. he handed it to you after going out for a while, asking you to simply hang it beside his desk. yet you had better ideas. and by better ideas? is to wear it of course!

"well what do we have here? you're so adorable my love."

he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. adoring the way you tried your best not to fall over as you tried to spin. this was enough to keep you warm though. not to mention how he was already carrying you bridal style to bed.

childe laughs, seeing you try on one of his shirts, looking at yourself in the mirror before turning to see him.

baby, you look amazing! how about another spin?

even when you simply scoffed, he loved how you looked right now. fuck, he could feel himself reddening already. he definitely will let you have full access to his wardrobe. just take it all like how you took his heart too.

wriothesley just put his jacket over you to keep you from being wet while watching the melusines play with sigewinne, yet right now he was more focused on how much he admired your figure in his clothes. his jacket.

"what's wrong?" "...nothing. you look amazing today, yk that?"

he chuckled at your behavior, unaware of your own attractiveness as you told them to stop running around the fountain with the wetness of the floor spreading. you couldn't help but ease up and laugh as well.

a certainly crazy day at the court of justice- neuvillette was finally finishing up the last few cases, not to mention how absurd some of the cases were.

not realizing he ended up taking your jacket instead of his home, only realizing it when the melusines mention how different it look from his usual one. oh man. there you were. trying on his coat that just seemed a little too big (or small) on you. gosh were you cute.. what do you mean his ears are red?!

"i.. it looks better on you than me, doesn it?"

dainsleif who was there immediately as soon as the red wine was spilled onto your outfit. quick to spring into acting, he throws his jacket over it just as fast. scolding the person who jealously just oh-so accidentally ruined your outfit tonight purely because they wanted your significant other? oh please he wasn't having any of that!

but by the time his anger went away, he didn't realize how.. alluring you looked.. in something he wore all the time. it definitely suited you better, only noticing after he finally parked the car. he definitely had to give you more of his clothes.

"you.. uh.. i.. well.. you're beautiful. you know, you're welcome to keep that."

diluc's face was turning as red as his hair seeing how you quietly snored, sound asleep in his- no, your shared bed. seeing how closely you held his coat to your chest, as well as the shirt you wore.

"...I don't.. deserve you."

he simply took his boots off, letting his arms snake you close, one of his hands trailing up to your scalp, calmly stroking your head as he feels you smile into his chest. this was life.

kinich who always had an interesting wardrobe, you really just wanted to see how comfy his clothes were if he can swing back and forth that far!

and in which you did, spinning and looking at yourself in the mirror in his clothing. you loved it even more from how it smelled just like him too <3

"someone's having fun aren't they?"

you felt yourself blush out of embarassment of getting caught. but before you could apologize, he already had his lips on yours.

when xiao decides it'd be a good idea to give you a hoodie just to realize you never gave it back. is it just.. yours now?

and to find out the answer? yes! it is! and he finds out in the cutest way possible—by finding you sleeping soundly and wearing it all the same. almost indifferent about it as if it was normal.

"you okay?" "i-i've been looking for this y-you know.."

he only flushed more when you tell him you missed him so much.

finally coming home, wanderer, or scaramouche just wanted to cuddle. no words shared. just to hold you in his arms.

but maybe it was good that didn't happen. because now he was looking at the love of his life, and eating the food they made him. knowing how they made it with the knowledge on how he can't really taste anything. not to mention you were wearing.. that sweatshirt he lent you.

you.. look.. good.

[a-b-riddle]

Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

You Should Have Listened

Soft Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Mean Daddy!Rio Vidal x bratty!fem!reader

Word count: 2.5K words

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Overstimulation, Power Play, Orgasm Denial/Control, Degradation, Consensual Non-Consent (CNC), Choking (Light Breath Play), Rough Handling, Punishment Kink, Brat Taming

Authors notes: My first time writing Rio and she'll be added to my list of characters I'll write for~

The tension in the air was thick, simmering with the consequences of your behavior throughout the day. You'd been testing their patience from the moment you woke up—snarky remarks, sly smirks, brushing off their warnings with a flippant attitude.

Agatha’s eyes, usually calculating and sharp, were now darker, and her lips curled into a smile that promised retribution. Rio, on the other hand, wasn’t smiling at all. The quiet intensity in her gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

“Is this how you want to end your day?” Rio’s voice was low, dangerously calm, her brown eyes narrowing on you from across the room. She stood with her arms crossed, muscles tense beneath her tailored suit, exuding a dominant energy that made your heart race. Her presence commanded authority, and you could tell she was done playing your games.

Agatha, perched elegantly on the arm of a chair, tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder. “You’ve been quite the little brat today, haven’t you?” she purred, her voice laced with dark amusement. “I think it’s time you learned some respect.” Her smile widened as she looked at Rio. “Don’t you agree, darling?”

Rio’s jaw clenched as she stepped closer, towering over you. “I’ve had enough,” she growled, her voice dripping with authority. “You’ve been begging for this all day, and now you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”

Before you could respond, Rio’s hand was around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you who was in charge. “On your knees,” she ordered, her eyes daring you to disobey.

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, testing the limits just once more. But that was all it took for Rio to tighten her grip slightly, her eyes blazing with warning. “Now.”

Your knees hit the floor, heart pounding in your chest. Agatha’s soft laughter echoed through the room as she watched the scene unfold, clearly enjoying every moment. “Good girl,” she cooed, her voice condescending as she stood up, walking over to stand beside Rio.

“You’ve been playing games, little one,” Agatha said, her fingers trailing along your jaw as she circled around you. “But now? Now we get to play our game.”

Rio’s hand moved from your throat, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at her. “And trust me,” she said, voice rough with restrained anger, “you’re not going to enjoy it nearly as much as we will.”

This was the consequence of pushing them too far. And deep down, as much as you feared what was to come, you knew part of you had been craving this all along.

With Rio the punishments were long and harsh. So the moment the words, "I think since she wants it so badly maybe we should overstimulate her?" Came out of her mouth to Agatha you were squirming.

The moment Rio's words hung in the air, your stomach twisted with anticipation. Overstimulation. You knew exactly what that meant, and your body reacted immediately, squirming under their combined gaze. A nervous whimper slipped from your lips as Rio’s grip on your chin tightened, her eyes dark with intent.

Agatha’s laugh was soft and cruel, sending shivers down your spine. She walked around you slowly, her heels clicking against the floor, creating an echo that only intensified the tension. "Oh, I like that idea," Agatha purred, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Since she’s been such a brat, it’s only fair we give her exactly what she’s been asking for… more than she can handle.”

You could already feel the heat building within you, the fear and desire twisting together in a way that made it hard to breathe. Rio’s expression was unreadable, her face set in a hard line as she watched you struggle. There was no softness in her now—just the unyielding force of her authority. She had warned you, given you chances to behave, and now it was time to pay the price.

"Look at her," Agatha said, amusement dancing in her voice as she came to stand behind you, her fingers trailing down your back teasingly. "Already squirming and we haven’t even touched her properly yet.”

Rio’s lips curled into a small, dangerous smile as she knelt in front of you, her face inches from yours. “You wanted to push us all day. And now that you’ve got our attention, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.”

Without warning, Agatha’s hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back roughly, exposing your neck. “No more of your little games,” she whispered into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “Now it’s our turn.”

Rio’s eyes flicked up to Agatha’s, a silent exchange passing between them before she turned her full attention back to you. “We’re going to take you apart, piece by piece,” Rio said, her voice low and authoritative. “And you’re going to take it, every last bit of it. No whining, no begging for it to stop.”

Agatha’s grip on your hair tightened as she forced you to look at Rio. “She’ll beg,” Agatha said with a smirk. “But we won’t be listening, will we?”

Your heart raced, the reality of your punishment sinking in. Rio’s hands were already trailing down your body, her touch firm but calculated. The sensation sent electric pulses through you, and you tried to hold still, knowing how much worse it would be if you squirmed too much. But the moment Rio’s hand slipped between your thighs, teasingly light at first, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped.

“She’s already soaked,” Rio said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Guess she really does want this.”

“Of course she does,” Agatha cooed, her tone mocking as she let go of your hair and moved to kneel behind you. She pressed her body against yours, her breath ghosting over your neck as her hands roamed your sides. “She can pretend all she wants, but deep down, this is exactly what she craves. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Rio’s touch, but Agatha didn’t seem to need a reply. Her teeth grazed your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” she whispered. “We’ll make sure you get exactly what you deserve… over and over again.”

And with that, Rio’s fingers pressed harder, slipping inside you, slow at first but deep. You moaned, your body tensing under the sudden intrusion, but it was only the beginning. Rio’s dark eyes locked onto yours, her gaze never wavering as she set a pace that was relentless, her fingers moving in a rhythm designed to push you closer to the edge.

Agatha’s hand snaked around your waist, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin while her lips found the sensitive spot on your neck. “No holding back now,” she murmured, her voice a dangerous promise. “You’re going to give us everything.”

The pleasure built quickly, too quickly, and you found yourself struggling to breathe, your body teetering on the brink. But just as you were about to fall over that edge, Rio stopped, pulling her hand away with a smirk as you gasped in frustration.

"Not yet," she said darkly. "We’re just getting started.”

A frustrated whine slipped from your throat, your body shaking with the denial of release. Agatha chuckled darkly behind you, her breath hot against the back of your neck as her hand wandered lower, fingers ghosting just over the spot where you needed her most.

"You’re going to learn patience," Agatha whispered, her voice a mixture of menace and playfulness. "You’ve been so eager, so desperate for attention all day. Now we’ll give it to you—but not in the way you want."

Rio leaned back slightly, still kneeling in front of you, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she watched you squirm. “I told you,” she said, her voice steady and firm, “you’re not getting out of this until we decide you’ve had enough.” Her fingers teased your inner thighs, dangerously close but never giving you the satisfaction of more.

You tried to hold still, knowing it would only drag this out, but the combination of Agatha’s lips on your neck and Rio’s agonizingly slow touches had you trembling with need. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, and despite yourself, you shifted, trying to get more, but Rio’s hand pressed firmly on your thigh, keeping you still.

“Look at her,” Agatha purred, her lips curving into a smirk as she watched you struggle. “So needy, so desperate. It’s almost pitiful.” Her fingers slipped lower, just barely brushing over your clit, the brief contact sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, but Agatha pulled her hand away just as quickly, leaving you gasping in frustration. “Patience, little one,” she cooed mockingly, her voice dripping with condescension. “We’re nowhere near done with you yet.”

Rio’s fingers returned, slipping inside you again, but this time, her pace was torturously slow, dragging out every movement. She watched every twitch of your body, every gasp that escaped your lips, and she took her time, deliberately keeping you on the edge without ever letting you tip over.

“You’re going to beg by the time we’re done,” Rio said softly, her tone laced with a dangerous promise. “Beg for release, beg for mercy. But it won’t come until we’ve wrung every last ounce of control from you.”

Agatha’s laughter was low and amused as her hand came to rest on your throat, her grip just tight enough to remind you of your place. “And when you do beg,” she whispered into your ear, “we’ll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as the weight of their control pressed down on you. They weren’t going to let you off easy—not after the way you’d pushed them all day. Agatha’s fingers returned, this time stroking your clit with feather-light touches that made you arch against her, desperate for more.

“Such a needy little thing,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. “But you’ll take what we give you. Nothing more.”

Rio’s pace quickened suddenly, fingers pumping in and out of you with precision, and the combined sensation of her and Agatha’s teasing touches had you spiraling toward release again. Your body tensed, breath catching in your throat as the pleasure built, unbearable and all-consuming.

But just as you were about to fall apart, Rio stopped again, pulling her hand away, leaving you gasping, trembling, and completely undone.

“Not yet,” she growled, eyes dark with amusement as you let out a strangled cry of frustration. “You don’t get to finish until we say so.”

Agatha’s grip tightened on your throat as she chuckled softly. “Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, you’ll get there eventually… but only after you’ve earned it.”

The frustration overwhelmed you, your body aching with the need for release, but you knew better than to beg. They’d been so clear—any sign of weakness would only fuel their cruelty further. Still, your legs trembled, your breath hitched, and despite your best efforts, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

Agatha’s lips curved into a wicked smile at the sound. “Hear that, Rio? She’s already starting to break.”

Rio’s hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. “Oh, she’ll break,” Rio said, voice low and deadly, “but not until we’ve had our fun.”

Her hand trailed back down between your legs, fingers slipping inside you once more with a roughness that made you gasp. This time, there was no teasing, no slow build. Rio’s pace was brutal, fingers thrusting deep inside you with a rhythm designed to push you toward the edge with terrifying speed.

Agatha’s fingers danced over your clit, circling, pressing, never giving you a moment of reprieve. Every nerve in your body was on fire, every muscle straining against the overwhelming sensations they were forcing on you.

You were teetering on the brink, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt, your mind spiraling as you struggled to hold yourself together. But there was no escape—not with Agatha’s hand tight around your throat, not with Rio’s relentless pace, not with both of them so focused on breaking you completely.

“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Agatha whispered, her voice like silk against your ear. “So close to giving in. To falling apart for us.”

Your body betrayed you, hips bucking against Rio’s hand as the pressure built and built, pushing you to the very edge of sanity. Your breaths were shallow, gasping, as the pleasure became too much, your mind hazy from the overwhelming sensations.

Rio’s eyes met yours, her gaze hard and unforgiving. “Come,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Come for us now.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. And the moment the words left her mouth, your body responded, finally letting go. You cried out, back arching, every muscle tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, so intense it left you trembling and breathless. The orgasm ripped through you, relentless and overwhelming, pushing you to the point where you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—couldn’t do anything but feel.

But they didn’t stop.

Agatha’s fingers kept working your clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure as Rio’s thrusts didn’t slow, didn’t falter. You were still riding the high of your release when it became too much, the overstimulation hitting you like a shock to your system. You squirmed, tried to pull away, but there was no escaping their control.

“Ah, ah,” Agatha teased, her grip on your throat tightening slightly as she kept you in place. “We’re not finished with you yet.”

The sensations became unbearable, your body writhing with the intensity of it all. You whimpered, legs shaking as another orgasm built, faster this time, the pleasure merging with the pain of overstimulation until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Look at her,” Rio growled, her pace merciless as she pushed you through the second wave of pleasure. “Falling apart so beautifully.”

You were too far gone to respond, your body shuddering as another climax ripped through you, your mind a haze of white-hot pleasure and overwhelming exhaustion. Agatha’s grip finally loosened as she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, her voice a purr in your ear.

“There’s our good girl,” she cooed softly, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “Now you’ve learned your lesson.”

Rio’s fingers finally slowed, drawing out the last of your pleasure before she pulled away, leaving you breathless and trembling on the floor. She wiped her hand on a nearby cloth, her expression cool and collected as she stood up, towering over you once more.

“You’ll behave tomorrow,” Rio said, her voice dark and certain, “or this will seem like mercy compared to what we’ll do next time.”

Agatha smiled sweetly as she knelt beside you, her hand brushing a lock of hair from your damp forehead. “But don’t worry, darling. If you do behave,” she murmured, “we might even be nice to you.”

You lay there, exhausted and utterly spent, as they both stood over you, their presence still commanding, still powerful.

You’d pushed them too far, and they had broken you, exactly as promised.

[arcadia-smith]

TW: 18+, dominance, dirty talk, P in V, face fuck.

Imagine RP with Simon Riley.

You've been married to Simon for ages. And now that he's been retired for the sake of your mental health, it had been going good.

Sex in bed, shower, on the kitchen counter, up in the attic, the garage. There's no place you haven't done it.

And yes, it has gotten repetitive. Maybe because you've been having sex five times a day, that's the count for bad days, on good ones, it happens even more.

So here you are now, on your knees, in front of him. Your hand slowly reaching for the zipper of your dress, it coming undone with a soft hiss.

The garment falls away, leaving you clad only in a delicate lace bra and matching panties. You look up at him through your lashes, cheeks flushed "Please, sir... may I remove these as well?" you ask, hands hovering over the skimpy lingerie.

Yes, yes, it was Simon's idea. Both of you playing out some kind of fantasy.

He nods curtly, his voice low and roughened with desire "Remove them. I want to see that tight little pussy, all pink and slick for me."

As you comply, shedding the last of your clothing, Simon's gaze rakes over your body. When you're completely nude, he steps forward, towering over you.

"You're so fucking perfect, Love." He growls, hooking two of his fingers under your chin to pull you up to your feet.

His hands slide down to your hips, fingers digging into the skin.

You wrap your arms around his waist, fingers splaying across the firm muscles of his back as you press yourself more firmly against him.

You can feel his arousal press against your stomach.

"Please.. can I touch you, Sir?" You whisper in the most innocent voice you can manage.

With a low grunt, he spins you around, pinning your back against his chest.

One hand slides up your side to cup your breast, thumb flicking over the pert nipple while the other hand trails down your stomach, dipping into the wet heat of your sex. "So eager, aren't you?" he rasps, fingers delving deeper to stroke your inner walls. "Such a greedy little cunt, desperate for my cock."

He withdraws his hand, bringing it to his mouth to lick your essence from his fingers. The taste only fuels his desire, and he quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his powerful physique. His erection stands proud, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

You slowly turn around, facing him, you reach out tentatively, tracing a finger along the ridged length of his shaft. "It's so big, Simon," you whispered looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Will it fit inside me?"

And then you erupt in laughter, shaking your head "Oh my god, Simon. This is so stupid."

Simon let out a low growl, staring at you "Babe.."

You place your index finger on his lips "Calling you Sir, okay, yeah, I can manage. But asking that question?" You try to catch your breath for a moment, trying to keep the laughter away "Of course it will fit, we've had sex already twice today. And plenty more times in these years we've been married."

Simon brushes your hand away from his face, letting out a low sigh "See what you did?" He nods down to his now half-hard cock "You sure know how to ruin the mood."

You bite your lower lip, to stop another wave of laughter from breaking free. Then you reach down, fingers wrapping around his cock, stoking him slowly.

"Okay okay. I'll be better... Sir," without waiting for an answer, you sink to your knees once more.

With a firm grip on your hair, he guides you closer, the head of his dick brushing against your parted lips.

He thrusts forward, sinking into the warm, wet embrace of your mouth. Simon groans at the exquisite sensation, his hips jerking involuntarily as he buries himself to the hilt between your plump cheeks.

Your eyes flutter shut as Simon's thick length invades your mouth, the salty tang of his precum mingling with your saliva. You relax your throat, allowing him to slide deeper, until his pubic bone rests against your nose.The musky scent of his arousal fills your senses, making your head spin with lust.

You begin to bob your head, taking him in and out of your mouth with increasing enthusiasm. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive underside of his shaft, lapping at the droplets of fluid that leak from the tip.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his voice roughened by desire. "Take every inch, you filthy little slut."

His hips start to move in sync with your bobbing head, fucking your face with increasing urgency. The lewd sounds of your encounter fill the room – the slurping of your mouth, the squelching of your saliva, and the rhythmic slap of his balls against your chin.

Just when he thinks he might explode, Simon wrenches himself free from your lips with a harsh tug on your hair. "Enough," 

He grabs your arms and hauls you to your feet, pressing your back against the wall. His hands roam your body possessively, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples until they're stiff peaks.

"You've had your fun, princess," he rasps, his hot breath fanning across your face. "Now it's my turn to play." With a swift motion, he lifts your legs, hooking them over his hips as he notches the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. "Tell me how much you want this,cock inside you. Admit how badly you crave to be filled by me, to have your tight little pussy stretched to its limits by my massive dick."

He teases you with the tip, circling it around your clit before sliding it up and down your slick slit, coating himself in your arousal.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, princess," he warns, his eyes blazing with a ruthless intensity. "I'll pound this cunt until you're screaming my name, until you're nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure and pain."

With that, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

What Simon was supposed to do, was keep up a ruthless pace without any mercy, an act of a real asshole who thinks just about dominance and himself. You had come up with a safe word for a reason.

But as a second scream erupts from your lips, a scream more of pain than pleasure, his movements still.

Your head snaps to meet his eyes "What... Simon." You mumble. You hadn't used the safe word. So why did he stop?

Simon places a soft kiss on your lips, his movements now as loving and soft as possible.

He might be a rough looking man but with you, he's a soft teddy bear. And even with your approval, he can never be rough with you.

[eyivibyemi]

✧ I won’t really write descriptions for these, but see original post tags for explanation/commentary on the song snippet ✧

[midday-clouds]

Yandere Batfamily x Neglected & "Immortal" Reader 》I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

There are many yandere batfam x neglected reader but I can't get enough of them--- So here is a silly story idea I have

I don't go into too much detail about how the reader is immortal but I'll probably share about it another timeee

CW: Neglect, Self-Degrading, Kidnapping, Violence(Being shot at), Blood, "Death"

Reader is a product of a hookup between Bruce and some random other woman, your mom

You and your mom had a decent relationship. The two of you would help each other out and have fun playing games. You were so content without knowing who your father was.

Your world begins to collapse when your mom doesn’t come home one day. A bunch of strange people suddenly come into your house and drag you out. You never understood what happened that day besides that you were now alone.

After your mother is announced dead, you find out that you are related to the millionaire, Bruce Wayne. You don’t know much about him but still find yourself put on the Wayne Manor's doorstep

Bruce had just gone through the loss of Jason and had just taken Tim in. He would have happily made some space in his schedule but a case always comes up and makes him forget about you.

Due to Bruce being too busy, you never properly mourned for your mother. Alfred would try to help you but you needed your dad.

For the first week, you locked yourself in your room, almost immediately forgotten by the rest of the family. Alfred would bring meals to your room, knowing that you aren't ready for any sort of interaction in this state. 

Alfred tries to convince Bruce to prioritize your health but there is always a case that takes up all of his attention

After that first week, you become comfortable enough to try and get out of your room at least.

With you around the manor more, the family begins to see them more often but not enough to care.

All of them were busy being vigilantes and weren’t interested in connecting with you. Sure, don't mean to neglect you, but some criminals just don't know when to stop

This worsens your mental state, making them regret not trying to bond with their family earlier. If they had tried in the beginning, then maybe they would have made connections with your new family. Now it feels like they've lost their chance

Alfred would do his best to comfort you but he could only help so much.

When you met Dick, it was when he was stopping by to talk to Bruce. You both had a fun conversation together but that was it.

After that first interaction, you tried to talk to Dick more often when he stopped by, but it seems the first time was just lucky. Dick always had something that didn't allow for a quick chat,

Meeting Jason was honestly terrifying. You were in the kitchen when you heard some noise from outside. It's dark outside so you walk up to the window to see what the sound was

Because of the darkness outside and lights inside, you mainly just see your reflection when looking outside

You squint your eyes to try to see past the reflection when a red helmet pops up and frightened you

Falling onto the ground, you stare in shock at seeing the stranger open the window and step inside

Jason tries to relax your nerves by taking off his helmet, showing he isn't a threat. It doesn't help much when you don't even know who he is

He explains himself after seeing your confused look and you both end up having a small conversation. It was nice until Bruce came in and pulled Jason away.

You never seem to meet Jason again

There were very few instances where you interacted with Tim. Even though you lived in the same house, Tim was always busy.

You’d both exchange small greetings when seeing each other in the hall but that was it. You didn't want to disturb him so you never stopped by his room

you hoped that when Tim had free time, the two could hang out. However, Tim always made plans that you couldn't fit into

Sometimes you would hear that Tim has been playing a game with his friends and you would play it but by yourself.

After a couple of years, Damian enters the family and you were so excited

Because Damian was new to the family, you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to bond with him

That didn't go well. He almost stabbed you

Your opinion of Damian was quick to go sour.

Damian's acts to show authority have gotten you scared of walking around the manor and frightened of animals. Specifically Titus.

It is quite unfortunate as you love animals and to have a dog in the family would bring you so much joy. Too bad Titus has attacked and chased you on multiple occasions

You didn't know what to do with the violence Damian had been taking out on you. You don't feel comfortable talking to Bruce and don't want to bother Alfred. This leads to you bottling up your emotions and locking yourself in your room

During your time, you spent reflecting on your life. Being in the manor isn't helping your mental health so it would be good to go outside more. Due to your constant attempts to bond with your family, you don't spend too much time with your friends from school

Seeing this as another perfect opportunity, you make plans with your friends to get out of the house and have a bit of self-care

Once the day comes, you quickly pack a small backpack and leave the house, only leaving a note for Alfred that says where you're at.

Finally getting some “fresh” air and being surrounded by those who feel more like family than your real family

You all have the best day and make plans for more get-togethers. 

It may not be the safest to be out so often but you’ve lived in Gotham your whole life, you know the safety procedures to stay safe. There isn't much news on you so people don't even recognize you as Bruce’s kid

Of course, something had to happen

You and your friends had just finished a fun day and you realize that your bike was stolen, meaning you don't have a way home. Your friends offered to take you home but you declined out of politeness. If something does go wrong, you ask your friends to call you to check up on you

Your walk home is longer than expected and it’s getting darker. As you walk through the streets of Gotham, you’re suddenly pulled into an alley and are threatened with a gun

There a three masked guys and one of them seems to have recognized you as Bruce’s kid, changing their plan to use you for ransom

You’re knocked out and taken to an abandoned building where you’re tied up to a pipe in the back

The kidnappers have a ransom letter and take it to the Wayne manor, including the small backpack you carried around

Unfortunately, Alfred was on his month-long vacation and Bruce was the one to receive the letter

He takes the time to contact "all" his kids and they're all perfectly fine and he doesn't recognize the backpack that was sent with the letter. There was a wallet but no ID card of any kind. The letter also didn't have a name on it.

Bruce brings up the case to the rest of the family but they agree that it may be a scam. 

The letter was likely from some desperate person who was trying to trick Bruce into giving money so it was put on the side while the family worked on a bigger case. 

Because of this, you’re held hostage for an unknown amount of days before the kidnappers get tired of waiting and shoot you in the gut out of frustration 

You’re filled with immense pain from the bullet before darkness consumes you.

More days pass before you wake up, still tied to a pipe and blood stained clothes

It seems your kidnappers had left your body behind rather than getting rid of it. You’ve been struggling with the rope since you have been taken and it was paying off because you can see that you can almost get your hands free.

Once you're out of the building, it is midnight. You immediately run back to the manor the moment you find a family path.

No one is there to notice you make your way back to your room. Because of how long it's been, you don't leave a trail of blood. Maybe some dirt but hopefully it won't be too hard to clean up

You debate on what action to take next. Looking in the mirror, the injury from the bullet is gone and you don't want to go to the hospital

One thing that is clear though is that you are extremely hungry and how dirty you feel. With this on your mind, you do your best to clean yourself up before going down to the kitchen

You don't feel comfortable talking to anyone so thankfully the rest of the family is busy at night,

Once you are sure no one is around, you take a bunch of snacks and hurry back to your room

In your room, you eat everything until you finally feel full. Hopefully, you don't just throw everything up because it feels so nice to finally have something in your stomach

Your nerves begin to relax and you truly take in the events that happened

How are you still alive? You were shot and haven't had food for days. What happened? Did Bruce not get the ransom letter? Why did no one save you? Did your friends call you?

Quickly remembering your friends, you look for your phone but are unable to find it. Not wanting to worry your friends, you open up your laptop to contact your friends through there. You see that you've gotten multiple calls and messages from your friends and it honestly makes you happy, knowing that there were people that worried and cared about you. You quickly text your friends and tell them what happened (Not mentioning how you survived being shot)

During your chat, the topic changes to college stuff. Your senior year has just ended a couple of weeks ago and it would be good for you to move out and be closer to those that make you happy. Also, after the kidnapping, you don’t want to be near your current family. They were the reason you were kidnapped and didn’t even bother to help you

Your friends suggest going to college outside of Gotham, perhaps in Bludhaven.

After many years of being stuck in a family that does nothing but hurt you, you got an acceptance letter for a school in Bludhaven. You were so happy and had a small celebration with your friends. Unfortunately, none of your friends would be joining you but you couldn’t wait to truly be free. 

Alfred returns from his vacation and reviews all the work that he left behind, along with Bruce’s mail. He knows Bruce has likely already reviewed them but it helps Alfred get back on pace with his work

He finds the discarded ransom letter and immediately checks up on you.

When he goes to your room, he finds the room empty besides some items that you weren’t planning to bring to college with you. This worries Alfred more and goes to Bruce’s office to confront him about the letter.

Bruce is filled with immense guilt when he realizes he forgot that you existed and now you could be dead in an abandoned building. Him and the rest of your family completely forgot about you

Bruce has an emergency meeting with everyone where he explains the situation. Once a plan is set, they all go out in the night to find you. However, they only find loose restraints with dried-up blood and a broken phone.

When the family returns to the manor, Tim goes to his room to fix the phone, Bruce and Damian go to the Batcave to review the cameras, Dick and Jason decide to visit your room

With Alfred’s help, Dick and Jason find your room and take a look around. It isn’t the biggest and barely has anything in it. 

Jason finds some old and filled journals and looks through them. There is a checklist for school work, notes to yourself, and personal entries. He understands the emotions you put in your journal and wants to protect you. Especially when he reads your last entry about your kidnapping 

Dick looks at the decorations you have on the wall. There are some glow-in-the-dark stars, some posters from school events, etc. One of the posters is for a theater show and he wonders if you were a part of it. Either an actor or tech person, Dick wonders why he never heard about your shows. He attempts to take a poster off the wall but the tape used peeled some of the paint off the wall.

Bruce loads up the camera and looks at what happened the day the ransom letter was given to Bruce. You had this happy smile as you made sure you had everything you needed before going through the front door. About a week later, Bruce sees you on the camera, in bloodied clothes and completely exhausted. This brings a wave of relief to Bruce while Damian looks closely at the camera footage. The front of your shirt is covered in blood and has a hole in it, but you seem completely uninjured. 

The last thing the two see of you is you slowly taking your stuff out of the manor and officially moving out

Bruce and Damian find your room to update Dick and Jason on their findings.

They’re thankful that you’re alive but still need to see you in the flesh. Looking around your bedroom, there aren't many clues about where you have gone. 

Tim takes a few days to fix the damage on your phone. At the very least, he needs to save the data that was kept on the phone. After messing with a few parts of your phone, he transfers all the data to his computers.

Once everything is saved, Tim lets his curiosity get the best of him and looks through all of your stuff before informing the rest of the family. All your photos, text messages, etc. He sees all the calls and voicemails your friends sent you on the day you were kidnapped.

Tim continues to learn more about your interests and your efforts to spend time with the family. You ranting to your friends about only playing a game or reading a book because someone in the family has read or played it.

Tim ends up having a copy of all your data for personal use before speaking to the rest of the family

Your phone is finally fixed and Tim can use it to find the location of your laptop. All the way in Bludhaven

With new hope, the family begins their search for you

They just need to take you home and keep you safe

Forever

[venomvalley]

sevika riding your face………….

oughghgh yeah yeah yeah. i promised this last night forgive me

tags: face-sitting, dom!sevika, light choking, wet and messy, fingering, power play

The night begins like this: a glass of cheap wine, a quick smoke on the balcony, and some old song playing on the record player. It's been a long day for you both, Sevika mediating deals between chem-barons, you with your job as a merchant's assistant. Both of you need a bit of play after all the work.

Which is how the night ends with you debating the logistics of her sitting on your face.

Your argument is pretty straightforward. It's really fucking hot, you want to do it, and if you die then you die.

Her argument is made up of complaints. I'm too heavy, I'll break your nose, blah blah blah.

Eventually, though, you convince her. Tell her that you're fine with her hovering (you're not) and that, if it really worries her, you'll tap three times on her leg if you start suffocating (only if you start to actually die).

But of course, because Sevika is the woman she is, she can't just sit back and let you do all the work. She swings her legs over your head so she faces down the length of your body, trapping your upper arms beneath her thighs, a hand immediately forcing your legs apart. Like this, you're pinned beneath her, at her mercy. You knew she wouldn't make this easy.

"Wait, wh—" Your words are cut off by her pussy dropping onto your mouth, her weight pushing your head into the mattress.

You moan against her, hands curling around her hips to keep her right where she is, tongue curling over her clit. Admittedly, it's a little hard to breathe, but you discover that if you tilt your chin down and open your mouth, you can catch a breath just fine. Nothing to worry about, just like you said.

(You're too caught up in the salt-musk taste of her to care anyway.)

Well. One thing to worry about—her wandering hand squeezing at each of your tits, thumb and forefinger tweaking your nipples. The touch sends lightning down your spine, fucks up your rhythm, and you reach around her thighs to paw at her forearm, to tug her hand away so you can focus on the wet cunt against your mouth, but she ignores you. Her thighs are just thick enough to keep you at bay.

You groan, a frustrated, muffled sound that vibrates through her clit, and she responds with a moaning laugh. "What was that?" A sharp grind of her hips against your face. "I can't understand you, honey."

The asshole has the audacity to tease you over your idea that she benefits most from. Who does she think she—

Your legs fall open on instinct when a rough, warm palm trails down your stomach, her knees digging into the bed as she shifts her weight back onto your face (seems she's quickly gotten over her fear of crushing you). Her hand slips between your legs, two thick fingers teasing at the entrance of your pussy, licking heat at the base of your spine.

Not fucking fair.

You suck her clit into your mouth, spreading her open with both hands on the lower curve of her ass. She pulses against your lips, shudders when you begin to suck harder. But she's stubborn. Doesn't break so easily.

Her fingers slide into you with a wet squelch, thrusting at a pace that leaves you moaning against the slick of her skin, your tongue losing its rhythm. With a frustrated huff, she swivels her hips, resting her full weight on your face, and your brain whites out for a too-long moment. She's already made a sweaty, sticky mess of your face, and now she fully consumes your senses. Gonna cum real soon if she keeps this up.

So you stick out your tongue and let her grind against it, panting against her pussy, so wet it makes a noisy schlick each time she tilts her hips back. At the needy buck of your hips, she groans low in her throat, exhales a laugh when you clench tight around her.

"Fuck," she hisses, voice low and gravelly. "You and your bright ideas, huh?"

Maybe she'll listen to you more often.

You smack her on the ass, hard enough to make her jolt, mirthy laughter muffled between her thighs. A sound quickly cut off by the cold metal of her unoccupied hand curling over your throat, fingers gently tightening on either side.

Shit. Shitshitshit—

It's clear now that she's determined for you to cum first, a competition you didn't even know you were participating in. But if the sounds she makes and the steady gush of slick on your tongue are any indication, she's closer to her own orgasm than she wants to be.

She slides her fingers out of you and replaces them on your clit, and you clamp your thighs around her hand in hopes of muting the sensation, but it doesn't work, fingers still slick and circling just the way you like. You whine, pressure building in the deep well of your belly as she rocks her hips against your face, groans turning breathy in a very telling sign of impending orgasm.

You surrender then, after fighting for whatever sliver of power you think you had in this situation. Should've known that being under her was the perfect declaration of surrender. Your thighs part and your muscles relax, welcoming the rising tide of your peak as she suffocates you with her pussy.

To your surprise, she cums first, muscles tensing beneath your hands, body curling in on itself as she gasps and whimpers through each wave. Hips grinding against your tongue, the fingers at your pulse tightening.

You fall apart right alongside her, rutting up into her fingers, mewls muffled as blunt nails dig into her skin. Heat so blazing that it threatens to burn you up from the inside out with each fan of its flames.

And then it's over.

She rises off of you with a sigh, a string of sticky cum connecting her clit to your bottom lip, and you break it off with one final lick to her cunt before she rolls onto her back beside you. Turns to rest her forehead against the swell of your hip, breath hot and panting against your skin.

You spend the next five minutes catching your breath, so sweaty on the face that you don't even wanna see what your hair looks like.

"So."

"Don't start," she grumbles, reaching over to rub a hand down your belly. "You told me so. Conversation over."

"I can't rub it in just a little?"

With a tired sigh, she sits up. Pinches your nipple in disapproval as she peers down at you, smile teasing on her lips. "Go wash your face. You're a mess."

You pout at her, batting her hand away. "And who's fault is that?"

She reaches for you as you roll off the bed with a yelping laugh, fingers only grazing your arm. "I liked you better when you couldn't talk. Brat."

[asce-of-hearts]

asce! , here’s an idea maybe the reader tries to escape but gets caught by the yandere but instead like a physical punishment or scolding cause they think your acting this way cause you want attention. so they start babying you and just smothering you with affections, kisses, cuddles etc and constantly trying to dumb you down and teach you a lesson .

-🦊

Smothered

contents: Yan!Naruto, Yan!Kakashi, Yan!Gaara, Yan!Jiraiya and Yan!Kiba catching gn!reader escaping and thinking they only did it to get their attention.

more content for Gaara here

more content for Naruto, Kakashi, Jiraiya and Kiba here

A/N: These are just small drabbles to get into writing again, sorry if they're shorter than usual :,)

WARNINGS: ESCAPE ATTEMPTS, YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, NSFW-ISH IN SOME PARTS, MANIPULATION, COHERTION.

Gaara

Gaara is sure this is his fault.

He knows he isn't... the most affectionate. Maybe that's why you did this, for him to show that he cares for you, that he would like to remain by your side forever and ever.

His touch is rough and coarse, and he rubs himself against you like an overgrown kitten. His eyes closed, your hands restrained by sand that hurts every time it rubs against your sensitive skin. His lashes flutter as he opens his eyes to look at you, offering the most gentle of smiles.

"I... I love you..." He whispers, and you shudder. He says it so mechanically, like he's not entirely human, you squirm, and his heart leaps with joy. Are you trying to get out of your restraints to touch him? Cradle his head and kiss him? Oh, how beautiful you are. But he can't let you go for now, he has a point to prove. "I will always love you. And you never have to do this again. I will provide you with all the attention and care you ask me for."

The sand wraps around your neck when you try to scream for help.

Jiraiya

"Stupid, stupid little thing. There was no need to do all this drama if you wanted attention and love." He grins, flicking you on the forehead before kissing the bruised spot. He has you effectively trapped with rope, unable to do anything but move your head and the tips of your toes. Have I mentioned he also has you gagged? "But I get it, you know? I have been traveling for my job and my investigations. I haven't destined you enough time. But enough of that! Now I will be next to you every single second of the day." He punctuates every last of those words with a kiss to your face.

He carries you over his shoulder, not even making an effort as he tosses you over himself as if you weight nothing. He delivers a tap to your ass.

"But first I have to get you home... and compensate for all the love I haven't given you."

The predatory smile that plays on his lips is enough of a warning for you to never try anything like what you did again.

Kakashi Hatake

"I thought we would be over with this... childish behavior by now," He sighs, rolling his eyes when you try to kick him, as if the trap he set hadn't you dangling upside down. "Then again, I can't blame you for... lashing out. I guess I've been neglectful."

He pushes you slightly, making you dangle from side to side. He smirks, and then stops you, unties you and only restrains you by grabbing you by the wrists. He rests his chin over your shoulder.

"I could pop your wrist bones right now and get this over with, but since I'm mostly to blame, I'll let it pass for now." His voice always holds that teasing tone, like he's making fun of you. As he makes you walk back inside your home, his touch loosens, ultimately only guiding you by the small of your back. A power move, a reminder of how he could stop you in a second if you tried to go for a run again. Your escape attempts useless. "I'm sorry, m'kay? I'll be all the more doting from now on."

He relishes on how you can't refuse.

Kiba Inuzuka

He pins you to the ground, panting, breathing heavily, almost drooling. He's too much like a dog.

"Almost-" He takes a second to catch his breath. "Almost escaped me there. What were you trying to do now? Help me with my training?" He plays oblivious to what you were doing. You're both sweaty and covered in dirt from the forest, from the running and from the rolling around in the dirty when he tackled you. "It's not that useful, because your smell is already engraved in my brain. I could find you anywhere at anytime... as long as you don't change your perfume."

He collapses on top of you, clinging to your body as he tries to scent you, to get more of you inside his brain, his nose, his mouth. You catch the grunt and the soft whimper that escapes his lip as he starts to lick at the nape of your neck.

At how you can feel the tent in his pants as he rubs himself against you.

Naruto Uzumaki

"Don't do that, I'm sorry. I know I have been busy, but I'm here now." His voice is a childish whine, almost reminding you of the age that you both met. He clings to you, his claws out at the thought of you leaving him. He can't let you leave, you're his only one, you're his. "I'll take a short vacation. I'll be with you all the time, alright? I promise, I promise!"

He sounds like he's about to cry, but he's just trembling, holding you so tight you think he might break your ribs by accident if he tightens his grip just a little more.

"Are you leaving me because you hate me?" His eyes are intense, filled with longing, with possessiveness and with sadness. A mixture of emotions that just shouldn't be together. You can't help it when you shake your head, disagreeing. He smiles, holding you tighter, making you gasp in pain. "I knew it. I knew you didn't hate me."

He peppers kisses all over your face, the claws and the tail and the burning chacra that surrounded him disappearing quickly. He curls against you on the bed, spooning you.

"I will never, ever let you leave."

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[lynaferns]

Redraw (well, third attempt) of an old drawing from 2022.

Alright, this is a big one, so, PC users: left click the image, right click the image, open in another tab, zoom and see all the details you want.

Phone users: press down on the image, download, find image in your phone gallery, it will download at full quality so you can zoom and see all the details.

The fancy stars and the inside of the piano were a pain in the ass, everything else went pretty smoothly, or at least the average complications. I'm proud of how I mixed the colors in the piano. I was convinced I'd end up making a mess but it turned out nice.

Once again, this is finished because I decided so. I have no energy to make the final look I had in mind.

The piano alone, close ups (cuz the jpeg won't let you zoom at the very max and that sucks, so I screenshot from my art program) and an idea for an AU + youtube playlist I made that I relate too much to the AU under the cut. vvv

SO!

This was never supposed to be an AU, and I probably won't do anything regardless, but I got the idea while I was working on it last month. And since I have a liiiiiiittle basic knowledge of music and experience, specially in piano... well...

I had bad experiences learning music as a child so probably the story would reflect on that lol.

An old astral auditorium that's abandoned and in ruins during the day and gets all shiny and nice at night when it's illuminated by the light of the stars.

Sun, Moon and Eclipse are in charge of the place, they do their best at keeping the place standing… and are the main musicians that play for the stars every month, once or twice. The day and night transformation affects them too.

Violet (y/n that's not really a y/n at this point) is a young altruist and selftaugth violinist (yeah yeah, I'm very original with the names, hush) that came across this old auditorium. She starts visiting the brothers to play music during the day and decides to join them in the auditions to play for the stars, and help them modernize a little bit to attract human audience too.

The brothers play several instruments to be able to acompany each other if necesary buuut they each have a "favourite". Sun mainly Piano, Moon mainly Harp (can also play piano and viola to accompany Sun) and Eclipse can play any instrument Sun and Moon can and more, but likes accordion :)

Sun is the most strict one when it's about playing music even though he likes to mess around with songs and improvise during day hours when no body is around, but will feel guilty afterwards... Moon is a gremlin that likes messing up and playing with the instruments in ways you are not supposed to (like using the viola bow as a sword). Eclipse is easy going and will match the energy of their brothers while keeping them out of trouble. Clip doesn't really like playing for the auditorium and prefers improvising silly songs alone or with Sun and Moon.

You can ask me about this AU if it got you curious, I'll be glad to answer!

I still want to make the MC design at least. And maybe some sketch comics if I have the energy for it.

[aninipanin1]

Some ideas for Manager are them accidentally getting hit with an off course ball, learning how to play football so they can help out a bit or perhaps, for old manager (but ig young manager could work too), them having used to play football before and having the world five/the coaches help them brush up on their rusty skills so they can help the boys with overtime practice, perhaps?

Sorry, I can't say I have any more ideas beyond this

KICKED TO THE HEAD

Notes: This req is lowkey so cute! I chose young manager instead if youre fine with it hehehe, but I will try to make another one to answer the other two req because I lowkey like them.

"Hmm, next on my to-do list is to check up on each stratum. Hmm, since the closest to where I am is the German Stratum, I'll head there first!"

You found yourself skipping away to where the training field was, where you know the players were currently training. It was a not-so regular day in the Blue Lock Facility due to the fact that the continuation of the Neo-Egoist League matches will be held in 3 days time.

Hence, all players, masters and even staff were busy, slaving away in their training or jobs. You decided to just give a small peek to each stratum, wanting to ask anyone if all are alright and well-taken cared off.

As the manager, you always found yourself feeling unsatisfied if even one of the players are not very comfortable with whatever it is that is under the guise of your job. Their cleats are a bit too uncomfortable? Your bad, you didn't pick the right cleats for them! Was the bedsheets a bit itchy? Oops, you did not di your job well to make it clean and spotless.

Sure, it was a lot of pressure, but you liked it. It made you feel useful, made you feel motivated, made you smile. Were you a masochist? Maybe, but if its for the betterment of the players, you were ready to do it. After all, the Blue Lockers, Ego and Anri were not the only ones dreaming for Japan to win the World Cup.

Putting your hair in a comfortable hairstyle, you entered the training field where you can see the Bastard Munchen players were running around the field, doing simulations and other strategical work that you could not help but be impressed with.

'Wow...the places where the players are are so fitting for their playstyles! That's Bastard Munchen for you! Very logical!'

A smile was on your face as your eyes followed where the ball was passed from player to player. Watching matches, practice or not, is always entertaining for you. The cogs in your mind spinning and turning, trying to connect and make sense with all the details and information your eyes can take in.

It always feels entertaining and freeing to do this. To spectate, to watch each player. Like you were the audience of an orchestra or a mastermind behind the pieces of a chessboard. Everything and everyone felt like they were within arm's reach, like you were a puppeteer choosing not to move the strings and instead, let your dolls move themselves.

But, you know that if you so much as wish to affect the game, you can.

"Do you see anything, Y/n?"

Almost jumping due to the shock, you turned to face the French master, Noel Noa, who looked at you curiously. You have been quite close with the master strikers in the facility, especially Noel Noa, who seemed to be quite fond of you, too, finding your nature and aura quite adorable. Maybe it was because you were quite young and still naive, or maybe it was because you were always so happy and excited to learn more about the sport, he did not know.

But, what he does know is you were a very precious kid he would like to take under his wing.

"Um, its just the usual I see, Noa-san. Nothing too big! Maybe its because its just practice..?"

You tilted your head, looking down on your notebook that had many doodles and notes you made throughout the week. There were doodles of the players and what they need to improve on. And well, you were more than happy to add more to the things you already totted down.

However, due to this, you did not really see the missed shot Kaiser did, while he trained his infamous Kaiser Impact again and again. Nor did you hear the shouts of some of the players about the incoming ball, or hell, even the shwip sound of the ball as it rushed through the air and went to where your head was.

So, to your surprise, when you find yourself blacking out for a second due to a hard force impacting on your forehead, that it made you sit on the floor. It hurt, yes, and you can feel the blood dripping from your nose, but the most dominant reaction you can feel is shock.

Meanwhile, the rest of the players, were not as calm as you were.

"Oi, Kaiser, you bastard! I'm gonna punt you!" Isagi shouted from the other side of the field as he stood up, ready to fight the German striker.

"Y/n-chan!! Are you okay?!" Hiori and Ness were the first ones to run to where you are, worried about your dazed expression.

"Kaiser. Laps around the field." Noa's eyes were slanted like a hawk, as he kneeled beside you, patting your head softly to comfort you a bit.

Kaiser, on the other hand, was the most petrified of all. He knows how much force his kick had, from experience and, of course, his own knowledge of his strength. And he was very much worried and shocked, blinking his blue eyes like he saw something very traumatising.

He didn't mean to. He knows he did nof. But that did not make him feel less bad. Especially since he hurt you of all people. The only person who was not rude to him, but also did not patronise him like a certain someone (ahem, Ness), even if he acted like a douche to you in the beginning of the Neo-Egoist League.

And also the fact that you weren't like him and the other players, who were used to receiving any loose ball that had hard and forceful impacts. But even then, he couldn't move fast enough to be the first one to make sure you were okay.

"Y/n-chan, where are you right now? What team and stratum are you in?" Yukimiya also was beside you, asking questions to make sure you didn't have a concussion or any brain damage. Thankfully, you answered all his questions quite well, and you didn't seem to be hurt at all. Just shocked and a bit sore from the impact, but nothing major.

"I'm fine, everyone. I wasn't just paying attention. Sorry, everyone. Sorry, Kaiser-"

"Why the fuck are you the one apologising? You were the one hurt!" Kaiser said out of nowhere, holding your shoulder as you blinked at the mini outburst he had. The blonde-haired man was panting, although not too heavily, it was still noticeable that he was heaving due to the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.

At first, you thought it was because of the practice, but the worried look beneath the usual nonchalance in his eyes told you otherwise.

"U-uh...sorry- um no wait- I meant, its just because you got blamed for all of it when it was an accident and now you're in trouble."

"I don't give a crap about that. Just...just go to the damn clinic...make sure...you're not having a concussion or whatever."

Like a drunkard being poured cold water, Kaiser realized that you two were not the only people in the field, and that many eyes were watching. So, he retracted his arms and turned around, trying his best to hide the confusing mixture of worry and self-disappointment as he walked back to the field.

"Are you sure you're okay, Y/n-chan?" Isagi asked as he sat beside you, Kurona sitting on your other side ontop of the clinic bed as some of the Bastard Munchen players stood infront of you, also wanting to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This is nothing."

"If you say so, but if you feel dizzy or just if anything is wrong, tell us immediately." Yukimiya said he held the ice pack to where the ball hit, while you wiped the excess blood from your nose.

"Yeah, yeah! Its bad to hold back what you're feeling." Kurona added, while Hiori was just quiet as he gave you your stuff, placing it on the desk beside the bed.

Meanwhile, Kaiser and Ness also stood beside you, Ness, along the worried ones as he patted your head softly, hopeful that it might help in some way, shape or form. Meanwhile, Kaiser and Isagi were already starting to argue, Isagi telling Kaiser to becareful next time and Kaiser being on the defensive as the two threw roast upon roast against each other.

"Your blindass is so rich, you can't even buy sports glasses? Even Yukimiya is responsible enough to do that!"

"Oh, please. I'm blind? You're fucking senseless."

The rest of players, well except for Ness who was fully supporting and backing up Kaiser, just watched with done and dotted eyes.

"Jesus, they never shut up, huh?" Hiori rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Theyre too, too intense sometimes." Kurona added as finally, Yukimiya sighed and gave his polite smile.

"I think thats enough for today, you two. Y/n-chan needs her peace and quiet to recover."

ADDITIONAL TIME!

BARCHA

"Bachira!! We can't!!" Kitsunezato said as he tried to stop the said striker from walking out.

"Yeah, you know that Lavinho-san won't like it." Hayate added, but Bachira was far from listening.

"NO! I need to see if Y/n-chan's okay!! I'll beat that German up the next time I see him!!"

"Please, don't- C'mon Otoya! Help us out here!" But, unfortunately for them, Otoya was somewhat agreeing to what the brown and blonde haired striker was saying and Kitsunezato sensing this, immediately prayed to whatever god there was, and even better plead to Otoya, himself.

"Oh god, please don't! We have enough with Bachira here! It was an accident!"

"But there is no accident when it comes to Y/n-chan being hurt!!" Bachira fought back.

"I agree-"

"Shut the hell up, Otoya!"

MANSHINE CITY

"WHAT?! Is she okay?!" Reo panicked when he heard the news.

"I swear, its always those from Bastard. What the hell is even happening in that stratum?" Chigiri said with annoyance and worry. Why does chaos always happen in that stratum he wondered.

"Y/n-chan...is she better now?" Nagi, commented from his bed, eyes abnormally wide, like a cat roused from its sleep by a predator.

"Yeah, I heard she's fine. She didn't have any serious concussion anything, which is lucky for all of us! She just needs to rest earlier today, but she will still be able to do her duties tomorrow!" The red-haired said, repeating what he heard from Isagi.

"Good. I kind of feel bad but happy at the same time. I want her to rest, but at the same time I want her to keep working so we can see her again tomorrow." Reo admitted, his back plopping on his bed, purple eyes looking up at the ceiling lights.

"I don't want Y/n-chan to be replaced as our manager, ever..."

"I don't think anyone in here wants that to happen at all, Nagi."

UBERS

"I should've kicked a ball straight to that Kaiser's face when I had the chance."

"That is a red card, Barou, but I don't even think I would stop you. Go wild." Niko sighed. The Ubers players just heard of the news and most of them were not happu with what they heard.

"Poor Y/n-chan, that has to hurt. I remember the first time I got hit on the face, and I'm a defender so I'm used to that! But she isn't even a player." Oliver said, cringing at the thought of being hit by a ball, much less from someone of Kaiser's calibre.

"Damn straight! And those useless peasants couldn't even protect her from those guys. Those damn donkeys." Barou said, his mind towards a specific raven-haired striker that he knew was not only his main rival, but also the main rival of Kaiser and hence why, he believed he was the most responsible for you not managing to avoid the ball in time.

PXG

"Charles! We're training that new move we're planning to make it better and make it hurt for our match with those Germans!" Shidou said, clearly pissed off at the news. The French midfielder only nodded his head, cheering along with the pink-haired striker.

"Fucking lukewarms, you should do it secretly not infront of the many cameras around this damned facility." Rin rolled his eyes, even he wasn't impressed when he heard that you got injured, much less bleeding!

"For the first time, you didn't say anything dumb, Rin-rin. You heard him Charles! We're going to meet up with that German bastard!"

"Yay! Yay! We're gonna avenge Y/n!"

But unfortunately for them, and fortunately for everyone else, Karasu was there to stop the two, holding the scruff of their uniforms immediately.

"Now, now. As much as I also want to square up on that guy, we can't go monster against his ass or do you wanna be electrocuted again, Shidou?"

The blonde and pink haired striker blinked at that and finally shrugged.

"We'll just have to beat them in the upcoming games. So, ya'll better train hard." Karasu said with finality as he headed to his room with the other Blue Lock players, and that idea did not sound bad at all in Rin, Shidou and even Charles' ears.

I hope you guys liked this one! This was supposed to be fun but it turned into some sort of twisted Kaiser angst piece lolol

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[thatdrunkarchon]

Two sides of the same coin. || Shadow Milk/Pure Vanilla relationship headcannons || SFW ||

Hi. Venti back from the dead here I'm mainly only posting because for once I'm actually not busy and my head is absolutely racing with ideas for these two I'm honestly probably gonna rework this acc and add a proper masterlist attached to my account but I'll cross that bridge when I get there

SM/PV x gender neutral!reader

How they took the confessions and how the relationship is currently going:

Shadow Milk

At first, if anything, Shadow Milk thought you were pathetic.

He's not really one to dabble in romance, plus, even if he were to fall for someone, he's pretty sure they'd end up dead at some point in time, anyways.

Most likely Aroace.

So hearing some small, random, puny cookie professing their love to him? God, was it such a laugh.

But, what a surprise, he'd actually accepted that offer.

So, now you two are dating. What does that entail exactly?

I'm so glad you didn't ask. He does absolutely nothing to show his 'love' for you. He's, in all honesty, mainly just using you for his own gain, sort of like Candy Apple cookie.

If he hasn't already killed you, later down the line is when he starts getting... possesive.

You're his most obedient toy after all. What good would you be if you were corrupted by those foolish heroes? Not like you weren't already corrupted like him, but it makes no difference.

Around maybe a few months of him acting like this is when he realizes that no, he's not just doing this for personal gain anymore.

For his lies that were once potent and firm started to blend uncontrollably with the truth- That he genuinely likes you.

At first he lies to himself, as expected. He's not sure how to feel about this realization, but he doesn't like it. Not one bit.

Suddenly he's catching himself wondering how you were doing when you weren't in his sight, asking you if you'd eaten that day, actually caring.

Of course, this doesn't change his attitude. He's still as cruel and silly as ever, just..

Maybe not as much to you.

He shows his affection in either little or grand ways, like giving you a puppet or two to mess around with, ranting about anything and everything to you, or making grand plays that make you two the stars of the show.

He's grown an indefinite soft spot for you and he hates it, but he can't deny it at all.

And god damnit, he can't say he minds either.

You've corrupted him, body and soul, but he can't find it in himself to care.

Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla, of course, is the exact opposite. But similar nonetheless.

He's honestly a little.. weirded out at first. Of course, he's had maybe one or two relationships, but none where the person was someone he barely talked to.

He's more on the panromantic side, he could care less about looks. And he can't say that the cookie in front of him wasn't dazzling, and he also could never say that he wasn't charmed by your bravery.

But, again, he still doesn't know you.

So, he politely refuses, making a small comment on how maybe if he got to know you better he'd think about it.

And to be honest, that might've been the best thing he'd ever said if he looks back on it, because holy Crispia, you certainly took his offer.

He'd spent the past few months falling head over heels for you, and that's an underexaggeration.

He often finds himself thinking about you so often it's probably deemed unhealthly.

He just can't help but feel a little bit bad when he's feeling possessive, you aren't even dating yet after all.

After a good few months, he's actually the one to re-confess. He'd been a little bit worried that what you felt for him was just a passing crush, but he's glad it's not.

Whenever he can, where ever he can, he absolutely loves lovebombing you.

Of course, he makes sure it's not overwhelming, but just kissing you all over, giving you little reminders of how much he loves you, practically worshipping you- It feels so right.

You might be the best thing to ever happen to him.

Would gladly rant about you to anyone who'd listen.

He also tends to micromanage, but not exactly in the way you'd think.

He wants dates to go absolutely perfectly- Even if it's not perfect, however, he knows you won't mind.

He hates it whenever you get bothered by something, so he tries to limit that, whether that be by going to another room with you because the people in the old room made you feel uncomfy, or throwing himself in front of you to take an attack you couldn't block.

This has caused a small number of arguements, but Pure Vanilla is a stubborn little guy. Most he'd do is parry the attack when he can, but no promises.

He'd rather die than have you harmed in any way, shape, or form.

Because he loves you, body and soul. You've influenced him in a way that he absolutely loves.