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abyssal-ali · 2 years ago

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looked up at the sky and it was maroon

Pairing: Dickinette

Rating: T+ (TW: blood/biting/possible MCD)

WC: ~1.3k

A/N: thanks to @boldlyanxious for helping! I couldn't decide, so Choose Your Own Ending.

Marinette turned the corner of the aisle, heading into the candles section.

Her lemongrass candle was almost burnt out and she wanted a new one for her spa nights.

She subtly turned her head to see who was following her into the aisle. It was almost closing time and not many people were in the store. “Can I help you?”

A very good-looking man stood a few feet away, a sheepish look on his face. “Er, I was hoping you could…my ex just walked in with another guy and…I was wondering if you could hold my hand?”

Marinette scanned his posture, noting how he was politely staying out of her personal space.

“Alright, but I must warn you, if anything happens to me, I have a pack of friends who can and will hunt you down.”

Very Good-Looking Man smiled at that. “I promise nothing will happen. I’m Dick, by the way.”

“Mari.”

Marinette extended her hand, which he shook and then clasped in his. It wasn’t too loose or too tight, she decided. He had very nice hands as well, callused and strong.

He carried himself like a gymnast or acrobat or maybe a dancer, with easy grace and natural eye-catching flair. The calluses could be from training of some sort.

She gently tugged him into the housewares section; she needed more glasses and mugs for when her friends visited.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened with your ex?”

She stooped to check out a cute mug with black paw prints on it. Oh yeah, that would definitely be Adrien’s.

“Um, we just decided we didn’t really work that well together in a romantic relationship. It was a while ago that we broke up, actually, but we hadn’t been spending much time together before that. It kinda felt like we were already broken up, y’know? Just delaying the inevitable.”

She hummed sympathetically, but Dick didn’t seem too sad about the breakup anymore.

Maybe seeing his ex suddenly made old feelings come back, she wondered. Or seeing a new guy with his ex, someone he still cared for, as a friend or SO or something else, just rattled him.

She’d been a bit awkward around Luka for a while after they’d broken up, she understood the urge to appear ‘fine’.

They headed to the checkout, Dick carrying her basket, which he’d insisted on carting around for her, saying his grandfather raised him to be a gentleman.

The tired clerk quickly checked them out and they left, Dick carrying her bags.

ENDING OPTION 1:

The doors slid shut behind them and Marinette inhaled the crisp night air happily, rubbing her arms against each other for heat, as she’d forgotten a jacket when she ran out to Target.

Suddenly she realised that she hadn’t seen anyone else in the store while she was there, and that Dick hadn’t bought anything.

“Did Target not have what you need?” she asked, half-joking, but more on-guard since they were alone outside.

“I hope you have exactly what I need.” The hairs on her neck stood up as a cool whisper floated across her neck and torso.

He turned to her, smiling again. “I lied, my ex wasn’t actually in there with a new guy. I was dared by my brothers to hold hands with someone for ten minutes without them knowing why, but you’re really interesting and cute, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

His sheepish grin looked a little pointier than it had in the store, but she dismissed it–this was Gotham, there were more unusual body mods than longer-than-average canines.

“Sure.” She handed him her phone. “What’s your number, so I don’t block you when you contact me?”

He inputted his number and handed her his phone so she could add hers.

She hit the power button and handed it back, keeping her hand extended for him to return her phone to her.

He paused.

“You also have something I need,” he licked his lips, pocketing her phone.

“Life.”HIs tone was almost a growl. She turned to run.

“Blood.”

With inhuman speed he dragged them into the shadows, pressing her against the stone walls. His large, strong hand closed over her mouth, his calloused thumb stroking her jaw in a mockery of comfort.

The shadows behind him seemed to lengthen and creep up his form, pinning her in place no matter how much she struggled. Only muffled squeaks escaped as fangs ripped into her neck.

Dick tore his fangs away, blood dripping down his jaw, his long tongue licking it up sensually.

“You sound and taste so sweet, little mouse. I wish I could keep you and feed for longer.”

He bent back over her, his grin a haunting red like the sky as she closed her eyes.

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ENDING OPTION 2:

The doors slid shut behind them and Marinette inhaled the crisp night air happily, rubbing her arms against each other for heat, as she’d forgotten a jacket when she ran out to Target.

All the smog and clouds and general Gotham-ness reacted with the moonlight and turned the sky maroon. She wanted to find fabric that exact colour to create a nighttime look inspired by Gotham.

Dick put her bag down, removed his colourful jacket, and draped it over her shoulders.

She smiled at him gratefully. “Are you sure you won’t be cold?”

He looked down.

“I’ll be fine. I’m a vampire.”

“Really?”

“Yep. But don’t worry, I won’t eat you! I can control myself.”

“Okay. Does pepperspray work on vampires? Garlicspray?”

Dick chuckled. “Yes, it stings. Would you like me to wait with you until a taxi comes?”

“Uh, I was just going to walk home…” she admitted.

“Mari.” Dick placed his hands on her shoulders. “Please tell me you did not just say you were planning on walking home alone. At night. In Gotham.”

“I did not just say all that; I only said I was going to walk home. The other stuff was implied.”

Dick groaned. “Please let me stay with you until a taxi or Uber or something comes.”

“Okay,” she agreed, fishing out her phone to call a ride. Once it was booked, she looked up at him daringly.

“Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” he agreed.

She bent over to pick up her bag and realized that Dick hadn’t bought anything.

“Did Target seriously not have what you were looking for?”

“What? Oh.”

Dick looked a little…guilty?

“I lied, my ex wasn’t actually in there with a new guy,” he confessed. “ I was dared by my brothers to hold hands with someone for ten minutes without them knowing why, but you’re really interesting and cute, and I would like your number...if you’re willing to give it to me?”

“Okay.”

“Really?” He looked surprised at her quick acceptance.

She nodded. “Sure, hand over your phone so I can add it.”

He did, teasing her. “Are you sure this isn’t just a ploy to steal my phone?”

She rolled her eyes and handed it back. “While I have borrowed phones for a short time without permission in my younger days, I wouldn’t steal your phone, especially not when you’re right beside me.”

She answered the text she’d sent herself from his phone, saving his number.

“There we go.”

The car pulled up and Mari got in after confirming it was hers.

“Thanks for holding my hand!” he called after her.

"Anytime!”

Once the new purchases were dealt with and she was washed and in bed, she checked her phone. 2 new texts from Dick.

Dick: Hey, I won the bet with my brothers and got a weekend of free cooking.

Dick: Would you like to sample it with me?

Mari: Is it safe for a human like me to eat?

Dick: 100% safe, the one who’ll be cooking is human too.

Mari: Then I’d love to join you!

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I do have an idea to write an addition to ending #1, but we shall see. And yes, Jason is the chef.

#ali writes #Dickinette #Mlbxdc #Dcxmlb #Fic #Maribat Meetcute

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as-is-above-so-below · 2 years ago

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In the Middle of the Night (Jason Todd x OC)

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Chapter 5, Chapter 7

story summary: Melanie Withers and Jason Todd do everything together - including but not limited to stealing tires off Gotham's famous vigilante. The newest additions to the Wayne family begin their journey, learning how to navigate their new family, life as vigilantes, adolescence, grief, and rebirth.

chapter summary: A heart-to-heart, and the kids make their vigilante debut

April 2012

“Why aren’t you talking to Dad?”

“Sorry?”

Melanie nudged Dick with her foot from the other side of the sofa. He looked up from his tablet with a brow raised, confused by the question.

“Dad. You’re not talking to him.”

“What are you talking about? We talk all the time,” he asked, placing the device on the coffee table.

“No, you talk to Batman all the time. Not Bruce,” Jason chirped from his perch in the bay window behind them. He closed his book and rotated, leaning back against the window.

Dick sighed and turned in eyes to the ceiling, his head resting on the back of the couch. “I really don’t want to have this conversation with you two.”

“Too bad.”

He turned, his back pressed against the arm of the couch, looking between the two. “Y’know, it’s not fair when you two gang up on me like this,” he argued, mildly annoyed at their persistence.

“Who said anything about fair?” Melanie asked, arms crossed.

“Fine,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jay, do you remember what I told you when you asked if Bruce is a good dad?”

He nodded. “You said he did his best.”

“Right. And Bruce did do his best at the time. But his best just wasn’t great.”

Melanie’s eyebrows wrinkled together. “I don’t understand.”

“Look, I just– Please don’t take this the wrong way, but seeing him with you guys is… it’s difficult for me.” Dick’s lips pressed tightly together as he worked to find the words to describe his complicated feelings. “He’s been working nonstop to show his devotion to this family. Bruce is so invested in everything you do. He takes you book hunting,” he waved a hand in Jason’s direction, “He’ll go to your competitions when we start,” now in Melanie’s direction.

“So you’re saying it's our fault?” The pang in her chest twisted slowly, hurt and anger clawing up her throat.

His large hand shot out, reaching for one of her crossed hands. Her knees curled into her body as if it could relieve some of the feelings, avoiding his grasp. “No! God, no. It isn’t anybody’s fault,” he rushed out, addressing both of them as he retreated. That stung a bit, but he couldn’t blame her. “Bruce was 23 when he adopted me. He didn’t have a clue what he was doing, was barely an adult himself, and frankly had no place raising a kid then. Dad loves me. I know he always has, but he never–” God, this is so fucking hard. “He always kept me at arm's length. It was incredibly lonely being his son.”

Jason took a moment to reflect on their time as Waynes over the last months. Dick was right about one thing; Bruce had put an insane amount of effort into earning their trust. He was a firm teacher when they trained but willingly gave praise when it was earned. Good work, chum, and You’re improving. Keep up the hard work, and other compliments were regular. Other times it was more subtle, like making sure they’d had enough to eat at dinner or noticing their habits, their favorite foods.

Bruce took him on several trips around the northeast, hunting down the first editions of his favorite books. He could have gotten them much easier through his connections, but popping around different antique shops and buyers’ homes was most of the fun. Melanie had told him about many late-night visits where Bruce walked her through math problems, language lessons, or chemical formulas (they all agreed to leave the English department to him). Then there were their ballroom dancing lessons; her hand pressed into his, another on his shoulder. At first, his toes got stepped on, and he may have tripped over hers occasionally, but Bruce insisted it was all part of the process. Those memories bled into another set. Playful giggles as she pelted him with tightly packed balls of snow. Her body tucked between his legs as they zipped down a snowy hill before crashing into a bank at the bottom, sending them flying through the air. “Sneaking” into each other’s rooms to check that the other half of their duo slept soundly.

Even if Bruce hadn’t stepped up, at least they would have had each other.

But like Dick had said, he was all alone.

“You’re jealous.”

“I…” Dick hesitated but quickly allowed himself to admit it. “A bit, yeah. And I can’t express enough that it absolutely isn’t your fault. I’m so happy he’s better for you both, but you’re also getting the childhood, the dad, that I was dying to have. And it hurts.” He ran his hands through his hair with another sigh, then leaned his head on his fist. “On top of that, Robin was special to me. He was mine.” His blue eyes water a little. “My-My mom called me “her little Robin.” I made that suit from our costumes. And he just—he gave it away without my permission. It isn’t fair. It wasn’t his to give.”

Neither considered Robin’s origins, and Bruce hadn’t said anything. Now he was feeling a little guilty, being the one to don the persona Dick had created with such care. Not to mention that he’d taken so much liberty in redesigning it. Aw, man.

“I…I didn’t know that,” Jason muttered.

Dick's lips tugged into a barely-there smile. “I know. It’s okay. I appreciate both of you expressing your concern, but you’ve gotta understand that a lot’s happened between us. I promise I’ll work on it, but this isn’t gonna be solved overnight.”

“We’re not saying it should be,” Melanie started, letting her knees fall from her chest. Dick looked downright exhausted from the conversation but, while she was empathetic to his situation, she also saw how it affected Bruce. “But you have to make the first move to make things right. Dad doesn’t want to push you away, so he’s not gonna do it. You’re the one that said, “It isn’t anybody’s fault.” You can’t hold his bad parenting over his head forever.”

An interesting point. In the decade he had spent with Bruce, Dick had never known him to face confrontation head-on (outside of the suit, that is.) Almost every argument they’d ever had in his youth, Dick had started. The only fight he could recall that he didn’t start was the one where Bruce fired him. How ironic, considering the vigilantes-in-training sitting in front of him. “I didn’t think about it that. I didn’t know he felt that way.”

“Did you ask him how he felt?”

Touche. “No, I guess not. But I promise I’ll talk with him soon, okay?” A cautious hand reached out to Melanie, an offer to bind their agreement.

She shook his hand once, then extended the gesture to Jason, who rose from the window seat to meet him halfway.

“Deal.”

May 2012

Alfred exited the elevator with a tray of tea cups and assorted biscuits and approached Bruce at the Bat-Computer, fully dressed as Batman (minus the cowl). “Okay, let’s go kids!” he hollered and checked the time again. “If you can’t suit up quickly at home base, I’m concerned about how you would handle it in the field!” When Alfred was within arm’s reach, Bruce snagged one of the cups from him, taking a sip.

“Perhaps they’re improving,” the older man postured. “As I recall, Master Richard spent nearly half an hour admiring his reflection the first time he donned his cape.”

Bruce’s lip tugged at the corner. While that was true, they were already late due to teenage dinner shenanigans and jittery nerves for their first night out. Plus, they’d worn their suits multiple times since they were delivered for various fittings and adjustments, as well as training sessions, to get used to how their suits stretched and moved. They had no reason to gawk at themselves by now. “Jason! Melanie! Get on out here, or I’m going on patrol without you!” he called out, and not even a second later, a body crashed onto the desk behind him, sending a certain tea tray clattering to the ground. Bruce didn’t even flinch.

“My word!”

“Ha!” Jason exclaimed, hopping down easily. “Gotcha!”

Bruce hummed and sipped his tea again. “Would’ve, if I hadn’t seen you slip behind the computer banks three minutes ago,” he pointed out with a raised brow.

“Nah, I got you!”

“I feel sorry for the next unsuspecting teacups you use that technique on.” Melanie did her best “Robin laugh” as she pranced up to the group, her cape billowing behind her.

“Very good, sweetheart. I can tell you’ve been practicing.” He gently patted her on the head with a smile. “How do you both feel?”

“It feels awesome! Check me out!” Jason started a play fight with Melanie, punching and kicking the air. “I’m Robin! The Boy Wonder!” He did a backflip, which Melanie countered with a swift faux-uppercut and a deep-throated Hi-yah! Jason dramatically groaned and threw his body on the floor, his legs kicking up in the air, then flopping down, his limbs splayed like a starfish. “I have been slain,” he croaked, his head lolling to the side with his tongue hanging out.

“Children, do be careful. I’ve yet to clean up the china you so thoughtfully broke.”

Melanie immediately dropped down to her knees, swooping the shards onto her gloved hands. “Sorry, Alfie. I told him it was stupid.” She dumped a handful into a bin and went back for more.

“It’s quite alright. You must be going, Miss Melanie. Before they leave you here.” He nudged his chin to point behind her. She whipped her head around to find Jason standing on top of the Batmobile and Bruce at the side, now with his cowl.

“Let’s go, Redwing! There’s a burglary in progress at the jewelry store in the financial district.”

“I call shotgun!”

Melanie hurriedly threw another handful of china away before taking off. As she neared the vehicle, the glass top slid down and she launched herself into the air. Her elbows bent as her palms landed on the hood with a thunk and made it her springboard, twisting in the air until she landed perfectly in the backseat behind Jason. He contorted his upper body in the seat, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “Redwing. I like it,” he complimented, stretching his hand back for a high five –

The Batmobile takes off, sending Jason lurching forward into the dashboard with a screech.

A signature Robin laugh with a girlish undertone echoes through the jewelry store, bouncing erratically off its walls. The thief pins its origin in the beams above, raising a manicured brow. Any average criminal (if they could locate it in the first place, given the acoustics in the building) would immediately launch an attack in that direction.

But that’s exactly what they wanted.

And this isn’t an average thief.

Bruce swiftly catches the whip that cracks through the air, stopping it in its tracks.

“Bat.”

“Cat.”

Selina and Bruce simply stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Eventually, she let the towering man yank her whip from her hand, her lips quirked in a salacious, mischievous smirk. He coiled it up around his elbow, holding it hostage for the time.

Melanie’s head suddenly popped into view from above, hanging upside down from a cable above them. “I’m confused,” she pouted, arms crossed over her chest. “Why aren’t we fighting her?”

Selina’s green eyes glanced up at the girl, intrigued, before settling back on the cowl. “No more Boy Wonder?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “I like it. Nice to have a girl in the mix again.”

Jason dropped down from the rafters, landing gracefully by Bruce’s side.

He could be the spitting image of the last Robin if she didn’t know better. This Robin was new. Younger and shorter, a stockier build, and a different energy about him.

“Another one? My my, Bat, how the family grows,” she purred, a clawed paw outstretched in request. The whip returned to her possession, and she slipped it back onto her hip. “Is this why you’ve been so distracted lately? You didn’t tell me you were bringing a few more kittens into the fold.”

She pivoted to approach the dangling bird, her hips swaying until she stopped at an appropriate distance. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” She offered a hand. “Catwoman.”

Melanie went to Bruce, who nodded. A cautious handshake, her body swinging slightly from her position. “Redwing.”

Selina hummed in approval, offering the same gesture. “I see you’ve made some adjustments,” she offered as the boy took her hand as well. The other came up to pinch his cheeks, which he swiftly swatted away with a grimace. “Look at how precious.”

“I’m sorry, but again. What are we doing here?” Melanie dismounted and flapped her arms to her side in exasperation.

“We’re putting the store’s property back where it belongs.”

“What?! But–”

He took a gentle tone with them but still used his Batman voice. “If she puts it back, no harm, no foul. She can go. If she puts up a fight, then we take her in.”

“You mean you try to take me in, Bat. Be realistic.” Selina patted his shoulder and laid the heavy necklaces in his waiting hand. “The Bat chases the Cat, the Cat escapes with her spoils, then we end up back here. Isn’t it a fun game we play?” She stood on her toes to lean into Batman, her claws dancing across the symbol across his chest.

“The rest.”

“Oh, come on, Bat–”

“Selina.”

She stared at him before dropping to her height, heeding his warning. “Fine,” she huffed, defeated for the time being. She reached into the zippered front of her suit and dragged out a seemingly endless string of rubies, surrounded by smaller diamonds, draping it across his palm. “Happy?”

“Hn.”

Jason and Melanie shared a confused look; Melanie’s lip pinched up in an expression that screamed what the fuck? to Jason, which he returned with equal force. They had expected many things on their first patrol, including but not limited to gunfire, knife swinging, smoke bombs, and diving through the air – but definitely not the flirt fest going on in front of them. If their presence hadn’t been acknowledged already, they would think that they were invisible.

Selina observed the nonverbal conversation shared between the two, however, and even though their eyes were hidden behind masks, she could almost see the connection between them. As if they shared a telepathic link and had no need for words. Curious.

“Do we have to stand here all night while you two undress each other, or can we get back to the crime-fighting stuff?”

She looks at Robin in surprise, a genuine shocked smile pulling her cheeks as she giggles. She shifts back to Batman, who she can tell is suppressing a smile himself. “Is he just like that, or has he been influenced by a certain blue bird?”

He makes no move to separate himself from her touch. It’s almost like he couldn’t. “Go,” he grunts, jerking his head to the vent she no doubt entered from.

She stretched up again to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you around, kids. The night’s still young.”

“Don’t let us catch you again.”

“Oh, believe me, you won’t.”

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spookyactionanyway · 2 years ago

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So I took all of Billie's songs and put them to the plot of Twilight. I'll explain under the reading break ↓

Not My Responsibility - The Cullens just existing in forks like

Come Out and Play - The cafeteria stare downs in the first movie, also in reference to Edward not being able to read Bella’s mind during the first movie (also not acknowledging that he literally wanted her dead in the first movie based on Midnight Sun)

When I Was Older - Edward’s transformation to a vampire with a nod to his human life

My Strange Addiction - Charlie describing his entanglement with Carlisle to Billy Black 😂😂😂 (the power of this one??? Woah)

Bury a Friend - when Edward is like “say it, out loud. Say it!” Cause he’s like “what the fuck how do you know so much.” Another re-up on the “I’m a killer” speech.

When the Party’s Over - Edward and his “I’m a killer”™️. Edward saying he’s a killer is the exact same as Jughead’s “I’m a weirdo” speech tbh

OverHeated - Bella not giving a fuck about Edwards "I'm a killer"™️ bullshit

Lost Cause - when Bella had to be mean to Charlie to leave

Everybody Dies - Bella while James' venom is changing her

Oxytocin - Victoria snapping after the Cullens kill James and she makes it her goal to hunt Bella and kill her

Lovely - Their tension throughout the whole first movie, as well as any and all scenes where they stare at each other in The Field™️

Bored - Bella during ✨October✨, ✨November✨, ✨December✨

Male Fantasy - Also Bella during ✨October✨, ✨November✨, ✨December✨

My Boy - Bella during Edwards absence in New Moon

Your Power - Jacob's thoughts about Edward in regards to Bella while he's disappeared in New Moon ("You ruined her in a year, don't act like it was hard" like HELLO???)

Six Feet Under - Edward’s perspective of him leaving her. ESPECIALLY the line “how can you die carelessly” in reference to her wanting to be a vampire and him being MUY not chill with it

I Didn’t Change My Number - Jacob when he first joins the pack and is mad at Bella for not fucking him and choosing a bloodsucker™️

ilomilo - the brief window where Edward thinks Bella’s dead

Listen Before I Go - Edward when he thinks Bella’s dead cause he tried to kill himself by flashing humans

All the Good Girls Go to Hell - Edwards perspective on Vampirism™️ because he’s “eternally damned” or something

You Should See Me in a Crown - Rosalie just after turning and getting that good good revenge

My Future - Bella realizing she’s decided to turn and would have to move away from forks (cause y’know, the whole not aging sitch)

Party Favor - Jacob during his wolfy brood in Eclipse cause Bella wouldn’t fuck him. With some parts from Bella’s perspective because he was just whole ass ignoring her signals of wanting to only be friends

Happier Than Ever - The weird back and forth when Jacob and Bella kiss in Eclipse 🫤

8 - Jacob because Bella won’t fuck him™️™️™️ (when he dips in Eclipse, cause he’s an asshole in Eclipse)

Bitches Broken Hearts - Jacob during Eclipse

Everything I Wanted - Edward is the one “dreaming of everything he wanted”, that being that Bella won’t turn and will live a long, happy human life. BUT the lines outside of that are Bella being like “okay, but I wanna be with you forever” and the chorus is Edward @ Bella until the “if I could change the way that you see yourself” bit, that’s Bella’s response (I may as well just fucking color code cause omg)

I Love You - all the back and forth between Edward and Bella for the first like 2-3 movies cause god forbid anyone be direct in their feelings

No Time To Die - Victoria’s perspective of James’ murder and the growing anger (BITCH THE POWER OF THIS ONE WOW)

Watch - how Jacob wished Bella would feel about Edward

Wish You Were Gay - Jacob because he can’t understand why Bella won’t fuck him and he’s a Pencil Dick Piss Baby™️ about it

Xanny - Jacob @ the Cullens because he just can’t fathom why Bella would choose them over him (comparing the Cullens to drugs lmao)

Getting Older - Bella reflecting on her high school friends now that she’s a vampire and can’t talk to them anymore

Halley’s Comet - Bella now that she’s a vampire and has to not speak to her family ever again (specifically her mom)

Billie Bossa Nova - Edward's inner turmoil with wanting Bella but not wanting to taint her with his sinner lifestyle™️

Therefore I Am - Jacob when he has to help the Cullens against Aro and his "witnesses" but he's actively mad at them and only doing it for Bella and Renesmee lmao

Goldwing - Bella hiding/protecting Renesmee from the Volturri

NDA - Renesmee type beat lmao

#LMAO #playlist #playlists #billie eilish #twilight #Spotify

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lakesbian · 8 months ago

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it's mentioned around the start of behemoth fight that heartbreaker is coming after the undersiders, right? like, isn't there a scene where taylor is like Are you guys sure you're gonna be good and they're like yeah sure we're fine. because regent has gotten big enough that heartbreaker is no longer willing to just sit around and let him, he's starting to try to chase after him. boy who cannot escape from being a vasil/confronting his father, no hunting-down needed.

i digress. it's inaccurate to read aisha killing heartbreaker as narrativizing her life to cope/resolving alec's missing plot thread where he was going to finally put down his evil father and resolve his siblings being trapped, because we know why aisha did it, and the reasoning is not at all that. like it's an interesting sentiment but it's not really true of aisha as a person and it's not true of why alec would have killed his father (or wanted to). i'll stick the essay under a cut because it's long

most important thing for insight here is this shit aisha says in 29.5:

Imp spoke, “Always ticked Alec off, you know. That you [Taylor] weren’t any good at holding grudges. Too focused on the present, when it came to picking your enemies and your allies. I wound up defending you [Taylor], even.” “For him, it’s [revenge is] his raisin de enter.” “His daddy fucked him up, so it sort of gave him an inner fire where he didn’t have much more than coal inside, y’know what I mean? Forward momentum, itch to go out and get shit done? Become a villain with the idea that maybe someday he’d get to pull one over on the old man, become a warlord. So for him, it was the only reason he really got up in the morning, besides maybe the basic pleasures of life. My parents fucked me over too, but it was different. No grudge here, just a whole lot of sad.” “So it was a fight. Closest to a fight as I ever got with that asshole. Well, if Skitter’s being nice, so will I. Good deed of the day, since I’m dicking around now, nothing to report�� You listening in, Shady?” “I’ll take that as a yes. Regent told me about his stunt. Controlling you.” “He took you home. Gave you a hard time, messing with your mom. The whole thing with you nearly committing suicide afterwards.” “Not a guy that’s in touch with his emotions. Way I always saw it, they’re there, he’s just oblivious to it all. Had to be. So it’s only after he’s through with you that he realizes maybe he was a little hard on you, maybe he twisted the knife harder than he usually would, because it bugged him. There you are with a family, and he can feel your emotions, and he totally knows you don’t even realize it in the slightest. He’s blind to his own emotions and you’re blind to the emotions of others.”

what this boils down to with regards to alec is: he was extremely depressed and empty. he was running on fumes. aside from the basic pleasures of life--remember during the fugly bob's scene where taylor asks "what's next" on a broader level referring to their general upcoming life plans and alec listlessly responds with "dinner, then dessert" while staring blankly into space?--one of the only things that was able to keep this hollowed-out, broken-down kid alive and moving was the idea of becoming more powerful/famous/successful than his father.

there's no "..and then he does the right thing and frees the siblings he left behind when he escapes" thrown into his motivations or implied arc. yes, he was making a slow crawl uphill towards becoming a functioning, decent person. he was also a deeply angry, abused teenager who barely understood himself, at times barely understood that he was making that crawl in the first place, and had virtually nothing left to live for but the idea of getting one back at the man who ruined his life before it could even begin. (until, of course, he meets aisha and has a connection to live for, and then realizes that he would rather be dead than live without it.) alec was fundamentally undergoing an arc about getting better, but he was also fundamentally a severely traumatized survivor whose anger and motivations were simply centered around raw, unparsed pain and loathing for his abuser rather than around reaching the point where he could extend any particular concern for his siblings or act as if he needed to be the one to take responsibility for stopping his father.

and aisha knew that. being A Little Too Into Revenge was one of the only points of contention between them, perhaps the only point of contention. his desire for revenge against people who took what he could never have for granted, his distaste for taylor's lack of grudges, his relationship towards his father being premised solely on visceral hatred rather than on aisha's "whole lot of sad" with her parents--these were all things she was fairly diametrically philosophically opposed to.

but aisha still has this Thing she does, where she insists on loving and remembering people in the way that fits who they were. her trauma is fundamentally based around simultaneous desperation to be perceived and cared for for who she is and to escape harmful (mis)perception or malicious perception. so to show care for others, to memorialize the people she's lost, she focuses on perceiving them accurately. on doing what they what have wanted done. on understanding them and making sure they aren't forgotten in the same way she's been misunderstood and forgotten for her entire life.

aisha is the last person on earth who would want to revenge-torture (or if not one of the last, close to it--as she said, no grudge there, just a whole lot of sad), but alec wasn't. alec was her best friend, and a kid whose dad fucked him up, who would've wanted to see his dad fucked up in return. so she did it for him, since he couldn't anymore. he saw her--was one of the only people, maybe the only person, who really saw her in the closest way possible--and he liked what he saw enough to die for it. so she returned the favor of perception, of doing something massive for him. she knew what he would have wanted, and although it was violent and ugly and involved months of torture and cruelty, she did it. not to fulfill his arc, or to turn his life into a narrative, but to do what she understood he would have wanted. because she understood him.

and that's also why she made a memorial for him that represented him. a comedy/tragedy mask where one half was laughing and the other just looked bored/empty--because with him, the tragedy was that he had been forced to render his own pain and sadness inaccessible to himself and turn it into pure numbness in order to survive. the mask was placed at a center of a graffiti'd kingdom, and the entire thing was laid down in such a way that it disrupted the natural flow of the city and sort of forced attention to it. the mask representing him is given center place in a kingdom to display where he wanted to be, to posthumously give him this fantasy of importance and glamour and decadence that he had been trying to scrape together back as a lonely, neglected kid who wanted to feel like he had something special and powerful and enviable. the graffiti commemorates and surrounds him with the type of art we know he liked, and the disruptive location of the memorial is both a tribute to the fact that he thought it was funny to be Fucking Annoying and to the fact that he paradoxically wanted that attention and care as much as he didn't want people to notice how badly (as he would put it) messed up he was.

and that's also why in her epilogue she's representing him as dolls and forcing assholes to care for those dolls--it is, as she tells the heartbroken, something silly and insufferable that he would've liked the schadenfreude from. it's also fairly clearly demonstrating that in life he had been turned into a doll or puppet for someone else's whims. it's also her making people care for his image, which is fitting, because he was, unknown to him, desperate to be cared for. (his power was the bitterly ironic situation of a boy who really extremely wanted to be protected and cared for but had been taught that he'd never have this unless he took a facsimile of it via force.) (this entire thing also means we can argue the lipstick she put on the dolls was a loving reference to how he wanted to be hashtag gnc asf...)

and the reason aisha does all of this is, like i said, because she cares for and remembers people for who they were. she's observant. she's perpetually the silent kid staring around the corner watching her parents yell, she's the one who figured out that taylor's bugs conveyed her emotions before/with more ease than lisa did, she's the one who can retroactively explain alec to people better than he could've explained himself. she watches and she notices things about people and then she acts on what she learns to memorialize people by wholeheartedly doing exactly what they would have wanted. even if nobody does the same for her. even if she's left in the spot of, with grim humor, advising canary to just ignore her like everyone else does. even if she's, as she tiredly tells nero in her epilogue, mysterious. even if she can't be known--because the person who really really knew her has died--she's still going to make sure that the people she knew and loved are known in exactly the way they would want to be. which is if you ask me a hell of a lot more meaningful and compelling characterization than just the idea that she's viewing things in terms of plot threads to cope.

(as for raising the heartbroken, because i didn't mention it: i do not think alec would have really cared about wanting that done, nor do i think she ever implies alec would've wanted it--she says in her epilogue that she's trying to live up to being what they both could've been Together, and seeing all those kids and going "yeah i'm going to take care of them" was very much one of the things She was bringing to that table.)

Had a long, rambling post in my drafts which I'm pretty sure has likely since been obviated by the commentary of others, but it's really interesting to me how Aisha basically picks up and carries out the remainder of Alec's telegraphed character arc after his death. Cherish shows up in the narrative when she does to remind Alec that his "fresh start" as Regent left a ton of his siblings trapped in Heartbreaker's orbit, that Heartbreaker himself is still out there; his character development over the course of the book involves becoming more and more of the kind of guy who'd eventually go back and try to resolve that in a big thematically resonant showdown. Unfortunately, as a direct result of the process of becoming that guy he gets prematurely turboexploded, so Aisha ends up being the one to sink her time and energy into resolving that dangling plot thread. And it's interesting to me because it almost reads like Aisha makes that decision thinking of the world she lives in in terms of dangling plot-threads and unfinished character arcs- narrativizing their own lives as a way of coping? I mean her last interlude is shot full of theatricality, performativity. Theatre motifs abound with the two of them in general. I dunno, there's a meta vibe to the whole thing that I'm not caffeinated enough to really try and flesh out or defend as really truly present in the text, but it feels like there's something there...

#<- tangentially. due to aishalec is do not separate #worm spoilers #jay don't look #scarf don't look

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delphi-dreamin · 10 months ago

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Seir Stories and Beel's Day on the Farm? Please 👀

Hey Darlin'!

Seir Stories is my little repository of fics I've started that feature my OC Seir. He's Delphi's 8th pact, and boy is he bitter about that! But uh, yeah. He's a good guy.

She hears him pad to his own locker, hears the towel drop onto the bench, hears Seir sit down himself. She risks taking a peek, blushing furiously when she sees him watching her. He’s leaned back on his elbows straddling the bench, head tilted slightly with water dripping from his red locks, observing her reddening cheeks with a smirk.

“Y’know, you never did answer my question yesterday,” the demon says, his eyes never leaving Delphi’s as he spreads his legs the tiniest bit wider.

“Q-Question?” Delphi stammers. She only vaguely remembers speaking with Seir the day before, and definitely doesn’t remember what about. And how could she with his dick hanging out like that?

With a cat-like grin, he rises from the bench and stalks over to her like a predator on the hunt. He stands over her, arms crossed over his muscular chest, looking down with one brow raised.

Seir leans down, his face nearly touching hers, and murmurs, “Would you consider a pact with me?”

Beel's Day on the Farm was supposed to be a fun little day trip that Delphi takes Beel on to a farm where you can pick your own produce. It was gonna be cute and fun and flirty, but uh. It cannot open on my phone. 😅

Thanks for playing Hack!! And thanks for tagging me!

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hooman4ever · 3 years ago

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If possible a delinquent M/so! who hates like physical contact y’know with asa emory? Also your writing is mwha 😘🤌

Did this where Reader is a victim, if you wanted something more domestic lmk. Tysm for the request!

Contains: Male Reader, Kidnapping, Touch Adverse Reader, Criminal Reader, Break Ins, Mentions of Torture, Asa Being a Dick, Maybe OOC, Lightly Edited

Your tendencies to cause crime were one of the reasons he was drawn to you. He was interested in you and Asa wanted you.

He wanted you for his collection as soon as he saw you, but he was hesitant to act. Thankfully, Asa caught you mid-escape during one of his usual home-invasion hunts. As soon as his eyes landed on your familiar, handsome face he knew he would be taking you home with him that night.

At first, your aversion to touch didn’t bother him. After all, you spent most of your time in the beginning either shoved in a box or being punished for misbehaving or trying to escape.

Asa wouldn’t admit it but he loved to watch you try to escape. He just found it much more interesting to watch people who knew what they were doing compared to the multitude of clueless victims he had. Of course, he would step in if you were venturing into much too dangerous territory.

For a while, the only touch you would be receiving would be Asa handling you.

Mid-relationship when Asa tries to initiate softer, more intimate, moments such as cuddling or simply him running his hands along your features he is displeased when you pull away from him. He isn’t fond of your dislike for touch and he’ll make that fact known.

Overall if he’s in a good mood he’ll respect your no-touchy rule, for the most part. Lots of Asa reaching out for you only to be slapped away. Just think of Asa deflating and grumbling all while giving you a sharp glare with no real heat under the gaze.

When Asa is in a rage, however, expect to be pulled to his lap and held down there no matter how much you squirmed. The man needs physical touch occasionally, much to your dismay.

Asa will use touch as a punishment for you. What’s that [Y/n]? Your misbehaving- welp time for cuddles. *tortured screaming from [Y/n] ensures*

I’m just thinking of [Y/n] slowly manipulating Asa himself by using touch as a reward of sorts and not after long, he has Asa under his thumb.

Asa was a twisted man with a sick sense of morals.

You knew this and yet no matter how much of Asa’s horrors you had seen nothing to measure up to the punishment he was currently inflicting on you.

“It truly can’t be that bad, little spider.”

Turning your neck slowly you glared up at Asa meeting eye contact from where he held you against his chest. “Your death shall be slow.” you hissed out only to squeak when his arms tightened around you. “I’m sure it will,” Asa’s chin rested on the top of your head causing you to fruitlessly thrash, “maybe now you’ll learn to stay away from the lower floors.”

“Fuck you!”

#asa emory #asa emory x reader #asa emory x male reader #asa emory x male #the collector #the collector x reader #the collector x male reader #the collector x male #the collector x #asa emory x #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x y/n #slasher x male reader #slasher x male #slasher headcannon #headcannon

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voxofthevoid · 7 months ago

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@zyukan Replying in a reblog because this got way too long for the reply section. Thanks again ❤️

Details about the goyuu breakup under the cut:

Can I just say, I really like the way you characterise Sukuna? Any Sukuita fics I’ve read (a small amount I’d say), tend to humanise him, to make him palatable, which has always made me feel that OOCness from canon. This fic is probably one where a Sukuita relationship would realistic happen - rather than a monster being tamed, it’s two monsters having hate sex and it’s GLORIOUS. Also, I’ve always hated gore/vore but the way you write just makes it so scrumptious and erotic despite being so gory

And question! You don’t have to answer this if u don’t, but my curiosity is insatiable, but how did Goyuu break up in this verse? Because I cannot, for the life of me, see how Gojo would let Yuuji go!! Aaaaah super curious about this!!! TLDR: your sukuita is fantastic and I love it! It’s the most in character sukuita I’ve read so far!! And goddamn I just wanna devour ur descriptions and am so sad I can’t show any of ur works to my students cuz y’know they’re inappropriate aaaaaahhhhh

So, I haven't read enough sukuita—barely any, really—to have a good grasp on the general trends, but the reason I can't really get into the ship as a reader is similar to yours: I just have no interest in sukuita where Sukuna and Yuuji love each other. If they're not violently hateful and trying to tear each other up while fucking, I don't want it 😂. It's a bit different with modern AUs, but even then, the appeal of this ship is the mutual violence. I really wanted to capture that flavor in this fic, and it's honestly great to hear that I succeeded and that they feel true to canon. Thank you!

And I'm delighted you asked, ngl. The goyuu backstory part of this is one of the things I practically vibrate about, though tackling it is guaranteed to be its own beast. The gist of it is that I wanted to try my hand at a semi-realistic take on how a relationship between Gojou and Yuuji would progress over the years given the marked differences in their ages, experiences, and mindsets. I tend to end most of my goyuu teacher-student works soon after they get together, without grappling with the relationship progression, and when I do focus on later-stage goyuu, I leap into the future. The ones I develop into angsty long-term relationships tend to be more dramatic longfics, like the kidnapping fic.

These are a slightly edited version of my notes (all from a chat with @nearalways, where this AU was fleshed out) for how and why Gojou's and Yuuji's relationship initially dissolves:

There's so much Yuuji represses, and Gojou would rather eat his own dick than confront genuine feelings straightforwardly. In a no-Shibuya AU, it'd be so, so easy for the honeymoon phase to wear off, for Yuuji to grow into someone who's not content with a lover who won't open his mouth for half the things that matter, for Gojou to be unsettled by the changes that don't stop at a growth spurt. Like high school sweethearts growing apart, but one of them is already in another stage of life. Sorcery can only compensate for so much.

The relationship just dissolves. I think it'd get to the point they're strangers sharing a house, and Yuuji would finally break and go "This isn't working out anymore, is it?" I think Gojou would want it to to be as easy as it'd been at the start, where it was good and sweet but also safe. Their pure chemistry, genuine affection, and even love would carry them for a while. After that, though, there's the mortifying ordeal of being known, and neither of them is any good at that. Yuuji would try clumsily once he realizes what's the issue. Gojou would need loss to understand why he should have tried. Either way, they both need that space.

That stage where the love is there and real but isn't enough; these two aren't going to sit down and therapy-speak their feelings into a resolution. They'll just circle each other like hunting cats. I love Yuuji, but he eats his feelings on the regular. He can mature into a slightly healthier approach, especially in a no-Shibuya AU, but he's still him, as indicated by his rebound being Satan with a side of soul vore. Gojou's main issue is simply that, as much as he wants companionship dearly, he's also tasted the pain that comes from losing it, and he doesn't want to risk it again. Losing Yuuji anyway makes him realize it hurts anyway, and he handles that with about as much grace as expected, and the Yuuji he gets back is different too.

The breakup is followed by several months of ill-advised impulsive hookups too, before Yuuji moves to the Kyoto school/base to avoid Gojou entirely. Then the sukuita segment happens, culminating in Yuuji absorbing Sukuna; the ice creeping into Sukuna's domain in will we remain stuck in the throat of gods is meant to show Yuuji's innate domain slowly merging with and taking over Sukuna's.

So, to answer your question, it's not that Gojou lets Yuuji go; he just doesn't hold on the right way, not in time.

Also, I made the most deranged happy face at your final line; that's one hell of a compliment in my book ❤️

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Break Up, Hate Sex, Erotic Violence, Blood As Lube, Anal Sex, Cock Slapping, Drowning, Sadism, Masochism, Disturbing Themes, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His Own Warning, Past Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji - Freeform

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There’s no change in Sukuna’s expression or posture while Yuuji climbs, but his gaze is unwavering, all four eyes zeroed in on Yuuji with animal intensity.

A foot stops him, slamming into his midsection before he can touch Sukuna.

“You’re an impertinent fool,” Sukuna drawls. “I should pluck out your eyes.”

“Try me, asshole.”

“And your tongue.” Sukuna’s still smiling, wide and lazy. There’s a terrible tenderness in his voice, hunger made sacred in the worst way Yuuji’s ever witnessed. “Might as well make it a whole feast—split you open from throat to gullet to devour your innards, break your bones with my teeth to suck out the marrow of your ribs. You’d make a half-decent meal now. And you’d thank me for it, wouldn’t you?”

“Like hell,” Yuuji snarls, grabbing Sukuna’s ankle.

It responds by sliding down, from his stomach to his groin.

Yuuji freezes.

“The infection just wouldn’t be worth it,” Sukuna says, his lower set of eyes resting on what his foot is touching. “After all, you’re so disgustingly human.”

A bad breakup isn’t a good excuse to fuck the monster rotting your soul, but Yuuji’s made worse decisions—probably.

#goyuu #fic: more than just somebody i was destined to meet #zyukan

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suhmayzooka · 2 years ago

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i’m like one of the people i know who actively reads precrisis age batman comics, so i’m going to try to convince the rest of you to join me. i wholeheartedly believe 90% of the batfandom will like precrisis batdad.

“i wish WFA was canon” i wish golden age batdad was canon.

anyway. let’s talk about the story “bruce wayne loses guardianship of dick grayson” from batman #20.

dick’s “””aunt””” and “”“uncle””” (spoiler: they’re actually evil) show up and take bruce wayne to court over guardianship of dick grayson. of course, dick does not want to be taken from bruce, with whom “mutual affection between this man and boy has been as strong as that between father and son!”

on the cover, we can see robin’s teary face as he’s dragged away from batman in court. very dramatic.

we open to this lovely scene between said “father and son”, only to be interrupted by alfred alerting them that they have visitors. fuck visitors, alfred! bruce and dick are in their pajamas in the middle of a pillow fight! i hope dick’s winning.

[the wayne home is a happy home, for in it lives a happy trio! one day...]

A: mornin’, mawster dick! beg pardon, mr. wayne... but a gentleman and a lady are waitin’ downstairs!

D: haw! haw! you missed by a mile! hi, alfred!

B: visitors? okay, alfred, we’ll be down as soon as we haul on some clothes!

FYI this is how alfred’s dialogue is always written in these comics. british.

also. just. “the wayne home is a happy home, for in it lives a happy trio!” okay! okkayy!

.... not all is happy in the wayne home, though. “uncle george” and “aunt clara” are here and ready to take dick away! but bruce won’t let them go so easily!

D: no! i won’t go with you! bruce... don’t let them take me!

B: you can’t take dick away now! not after all these years! he’s like a son! i won’t let you!

just look how protective bruce is. that’s his boy!! that’s his son!!!

they go to court, and bruce pleads not to lose dick. dick is similarly upset. look how dark and edgy batman is grrrr i am the night vengeance grrrrr

[in a strained voice, bruce adds his testimony...]

B: dick is like my own son! i’ve even changed my will so that in the case of my death, dick will get my entire fortune! your honor, I... I love that boy! please don’t take him from me!

[dick is called...]

D: and when mom and pop died in the circus, I was all alone! then bruce... mr. wayne took me in! a fella couldn’t want a better friend!

okay: 1. bruce says “I LOVE THAT BOY.”

2. what’re the chances bruce is including the batman mantle in his will? also, dick is like... 10? he’s already left everything to dick? why not alfred, who’s, y’know, an adult?

unfortunately for our caped crusaders, the court rules that bruce must give up guardianship since he’s an irresponsible playboy. fortunately for us batfamily angst enjoyers, this means we get to see bruce absolutely DESTROYED over the loss of dick

*bruce and dick tearfully hugging*

D: golly, bruce... it’s no use pretending! i don’t know how i’m going to stand it!

B: easy, dick... be a good soldier!

uh.. gee, bruce, what a normal thing to say to your kid! “good soldier” i sure hope those words never come back to bite you in the ass!

*bruce watching dick walk off with his “aunt” and “uncle”

B: goodbye, kid, goodbye...

B: it’s going to be hard, alfred!

A: yes, sir! this house won’t be the same without him!

B: in order to cover up my batman work, I had to pretend to be a playboy. And now it’s made me lose the person I love the most! it isn’t fair! it isn’t fair!

anyone else feel your heart ripped out rn? bruce admitting dick is the person he loves the most? also, those panels remind me of when dick goes off to college in batman #217

[and so it is that the batman, who started his career alone, once hunts down crime—alone!

B: i certainly am going to miss robin... and those corny puns he’d yell whenever he’d wallop a thug!

aww he misses robin’s puns :( he’s so sad guys

thankfully, robin isn’t gone! he swoops in and helps batman get the bad guys.

D: looks like my footprint is “lion” on your chin... and I’m not “lion”! Oh! corny puns, eh, batman?

B: corny? maybe to you, but to me—they’re beautiful!!

he’s so proud of his boy

uh blah blah the aunt and uncle are actually evil, batman find himself in dire peril, dick and alfred team up to save the day, etc etc

*alfred holds the villain as robin punches him*

A: neatly done, mawster robin!

[and in a wooden shack on an empty lot...]

D: where did fatso take the batman? talk!

bad guy: i don’t know nothin’!

A: he seems a bit stubborn, sir! might i suggest a method of loosening his tongue? we might just leave him here in the dark, sir! there’s nothing around to harm him—just some, er, big rats!

D: splendid! maybe they’ll gnaw at his conscience!

bad guy: hey! wait a minute! i’ll talk! i’ll talk!

christ, alfred! don’t mess with the butler. he could’ve killed bane with that attitude.

thankfully, all goes well, the bad guys are defeated with the power of the Batfamily, and bruce regains guardianship of dick... because batman convinced the judge. gotham has a great fair justice system. someone get harvey dent here

judge: mr wayne, dick is yours again! incidentally, i’m inclined to agree with the batman! he visited me before and said that in spite of your playboy activities, you were really a good man!

B: well... of all people, he should know... eh, dick?

D: and how!

a happy ending for our little family <3

#batclan #dc #lynxreadscomics #bruce wayne #dick grayson

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hertzwritings · 3 years ago

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Yes, professor chapter 3

A/N: I have decided that it would be absolutely the best decision to make this a series. I will warn you though, it’s smut-based, which means a whole lot of plot revolves around smut, and there’s not necessarily a whole lot of plot. Whoops.

Anyway, onwards, my little delinquents! Feedback feeds the soul and requests are ALWAYS open – nothing is too weird, sweet, angsty or weird for me, trust me.

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Pairing: Cap. Syverson x reader

Warnings: Language, smut (MINORS DNI, please), p in v, fingering, slight BDSM (just a little slap to the cheek, y’know), squirting, cream pie, Sy being Sy, age gap

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Chapter 3: Yes, Luke

You watched from the battered sofa, as he graded papers, a small wrinkle between his brows. You’d noticed the way his lip twitched every time he read a passage that didn’t agree with him, and the way his eyebrow quirked up just a smidgen, when he read something semi-clever.

“Fuck it, I ain’t gonna look at any more stupidity today.” He drawled and put his pen down. You looked up to him with a soft smile. “You look so nice when you do it, though.” He gestured for you to come to him, and you happily did – you walked over to him, a slight chill on your bare legs as the very oversized shirt, you had stolen from his closet hung around you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your abdomen through his shirt. “You look fucking fantastic in that.” He rumbled. You grinned and ran your hands through his buzzcut, enjoying the feeling of the short hairs against your palms. He sighed and held you a little closer before looking up at you. You stood between his massive thighs and the heat from his body made you feel all types of ways.

“I wanna take you out.” He said suddenly. “Uh… Out-out?” You answered and rolled your eyes at yourself. Very eloquent, Y/N. “Yeah, out-out, baby.” “Where, Sy? We can’t go anywhere near here, everybody knows you.” You said, your hands stilling on his hair. The idea of a date with this massive tree of a man terrified you, if you were being honest. He might not care about his job, but you did. You also cared very much about your own reputation, not wanting to be that girl who’d be branded for sleeping her way to good grades. “There’s a small town 30 minutes from here, we can go there.” He smiled at you softly. “And I’m tellin’ ya, call me Luke.” He slapped your ass for good measure, making you squeak slightly and jump. “But… You sure?” You hesitated. He nodded. “Ain’t no fun dating, if I can’t take my girl out.” He said with a grin. “Oh, we’re dating now?” You asked, fully knowing the answer. “I’d reckon so.” He tightened his grip and fisted some of the fabric from your back in his massive hand, glancing up at you with that goddamn look in his eyes. “Babe…” You tried, but he was faster on his feet and hands; in a second, he had swooped you up and slung you over his shoulder, holding onto the supple flesh of your thighs as you grabbed his waist for dear life.

He threw you on the bed and slammed the door behind him, eyes ablaze with lust and you squirmed under his gaze. You’d never get used to that stare. He walked to you slowly, like a predator hunts prey and grabbed your legs, his rough hands gliding along them until he met the top of your thighs. You moaned. “Shit, no underwear, huh, baby?” He whispered. You groaned as the tips of his calloused fingers slid against your slick core; you were already dripping wet. “Fuck, girl, you’re practically ready for daddy’s big dick, huh?” You nodded and moaned, as he pushed a single digit inside of you, curling it up and hitting your g-spot. You mewled and arched your back off the bed and you felt, more than you heard, him chuckle. “Girl, you are desperate for me…” He added another finger and pumped harshly, clearly intent on getting you to your high as quickly as possible. You moaned and your hands searched for his arms, but he simply swatted you away and stilled his movements.

“Eyes on me.” His voice was commanding, and you forced yourself to look at him as he laid between your legs, his face hovering close to yours. “Arms over your head. If you pull them down, touch me, I’m gonna stop what I’m doing.” You mewled as he curled his fingers in you. “Got it?” You nodded and his free hand landed on your cheek with a sting. “Words, baby girl.” You forced yourself to speak. “Yes, sir.” You moaned, rolling your hips; you were desperate for anything at this point, and the slap to your cheek had sent your nerves ablaze. “Good girl…” He mumbled, his lips finding your throat and they moved across your skin, teeth dragging, as you put your hands above your head. He chuckled darkly and his fingers picked up, dragging against your walls in a way that should be fucking illegal. You were writhing underneath him, rolling your hips and moaning his name – your arms stayed where he had told you, but it required almost all of your willpower to keep them there; you wanted to scratch his back and mark him.

“Shit, baby, you want me?” He asked, curling his fingers up and sped up – you couldn’t handle it, the feeling of his thick fingers filling you completely send you into overdrive. Every nerve in you was on fire, and the coil in your stomach had tightened to an insane degree, you just wanted to fucking come. “Please, please…” You moaned your arms jerking a little, as if they had their own will. He kissed your neck, sucking harshly, drawing the blood to the surface in a way, you knew would bruise. “What, baby?” He asked in a low voice. “Please, I want to come…” You mewled, your hips bucking under the work of his fingers. It was too much. “Aw, my baby wants to come?” He whispered against your neck, cool air brushing over you. “Yes…” You breathed and he picked up his pace to an ungodly pace; it was too much, entirely, and you felt like you were about to break in half. “Then come, girl.” He added a third finger and you exploded around him. Your back arched up off the bed, and you were shaking through the pleasure, he provided. He kept fucking you with his fingers, as flames liked you tantalizingly, your pleasure as hot and wild as a desert sun.

You didn’t get the time to fully come down from your high before he withdrew his fingers and licked them with a sinful moan. He sat up slightly and quickly undid his pants, pushing them past his knees and lined his massive cock up with your dripping entrance. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his head nudging at you, and you almost forgot about the rule for your arms and hands – they jerked down a little, but he tutted at you and grinned deviously. “Nuh-uh, girl, keep ‘em where they are.” And with that, he pushed into you, inch by inch, until he was enveloped in your wet heat. He grunted as the tip of him hit your cervix, sending shockwaves through your body in a mix of pain and pleasure. You mewled as his right hands snaked its way up to your hands, grabbed your wrists with his massive hand and held them in place as he began to rut in and out of you. Your hips rolled under him as he picked up his speed, plunging deeply into you. He groaned as you rolled under him and his hips snapped harshly, burying himself deeply in your slick heat. The sounds of your wetness against his skin was so fucking dirty, you felt yourself grow even slicker. “Goddamn, baby…” he grunted and picked up his pace, finding an impossible rhythm to the way he pounded you deeply. You were trying to meet his movements, rutting up towards him, but he chuckled. “Nah, baby…” His left hand found crawled under your body and grabbed your ass, pulling you flush to him, and his speed was incredible. You were never, ever going to be satisfied by another man. “Fuck…” You moaned, a new sense of pressure building within you – it was overtaking every sense in your body. It wasn’t fire this time, no, it was embers glowing white hot under your skin, the coil in your stomach suddenly two times tighter than before. You mewled under him. “Please…” You weren’t really aware of what you asked for, just knew you neededsomething that was hanging on the edge, like a word dancing on the tip of your tongue you couldn’t find. He knew, however. The pad of his calloused thumb found your clit and pressed down softly, adding just the right pressure, before rubbing in circles.

“Oh…” You gasped and everything in you let go at the same time. Every nerve died and came back to life as he pounded into you, a finger on your clit and sweat forming on his forehead in little beads. Your legs were shaking around him as you came, your slick exploding around him. He roared in pleasure and looked down at your joined bodies before smirking back up at you. “Fuckin’ hell, baby girl… You wanted to squirt for me, huh?” He picked up his speed again, balls hammering against you as his cock buried deep inside of you. “I wanna fill you…” He bit the sensitive, sweat-slicked skin on your collarbone, and you mewled. You couldn’t move, hands over your head and your legs turned to jello; you were his to use, and you did it happily. “Fuck, Y/N…” He roared your name as his hips stuttered and faltered slightly and then picked up, ropes of hot cum filling you and painting your walls white. You felt him twitch in you and the warmth from his spread all the way to your fingertips. He stilled slowly, resting his forehead against yours with a smile, cock softening slowly – not that it mattered much, because his size was impressive, erect or not. He let go of your wrists and you wrapped your hands around his neck.

He kissed you gently. “Damn, you’re going to be the death of me, baby.” He mumbled breathlessly. You chuckled. “I think you’ll be the death of me if I’m being honest.” “You fucking squirted, babe.” You bit your lips, half embarrassed, half impressed that you could even do that. “Well… You made me.” You said, kissing his stubble gently. “I didn’t even really know I could.” He groaned. “Fuck, don’t say things like that. It makes my ego fly through the fucking roof.” “Yes, sir.” You felt him twitch a little at your preferred name for him. He kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours.

“We should get you back home.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him. “Come on, baby girl, we can’t show up together on campus.” He said, pulling out with a hiss. You moaned at the loss of contact. “Ah.” You breathed. Right. “Should we make some rules for this?” You asked, sitting up slowly and felt your pussy throb at the feeling of his spend leaking slowly out of you. He stood next to his drawer, pulling out a clean shirt, and turned to you with wrinkled brows. “Rules?” He asked slowly. You nodded. “What fuckin’ rules do we need? Are we not adults, Y/N?” “Yeah. I just… Listen, my concentration-levels are going to be shot to shit every time I’m in your class.” You said slowly. “So…. You can’t be all… You.” You said slowly. “Me? Baby girl…” He sat down next to you, his eyes flicking to your pussy and a proudful smile grazed his lips. “I’m not going to do anything to distract you on purpose, darlin’. He smiled. “And I’m good with you just bein’ you, me bein’ me, and we just don’t drive in the same car to campus, because I haven’t got energy to deal with fucking gossip.” He said with a shrug, his fingers softly dancing over your bare thigh. “Fine. You’re just so goddamn distracting.” You scowled. “Hah, comin’ from you? Girl, you’ve made me wanna bend you over in front of class and fucking punish you every time you’ve shown up in one of those fucking skirts.” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s pretty hot, there, professor.” He grinned wolfishly at you, hand cupping your cheek. “Oh, you want someone to watch you, baby girl?” You blushed and he grinned, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “Well, I think that could be arranged, love.” He kissed you, danger lurking on his lips, and you sighed into it.

You were in fucking trouble.

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havin-a-wee · 4 years ago

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Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

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fatalitysficbakery · 3 years ago

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Siri Play Hot N Cold By Katy Perry. (Sam Winchester x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre; Angst if you squint/Fluff/Tiny Smut.

Warnings; Siren!Reader. Murderous kids, demons n shit, hungry!cas, man starved!sam, woman dehydrated!reader, basically woman sam!reader, over it!dean, needy sex, straight to the point, soft love making.

Synopsis; You and the Winchester brothers have been friends and partners for years, especially you and Sam— You’ve been their hand to hold and guide through the supernatural world since you’re apart of it. You and Sam have loved each other since forever, in secret of course. After a big blowout between the two of you, Dean is fed up and sends you both on a mission…Alone. Will years of pent up frustration and hidden love finally be revealed?

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

When you met the Winchesters you certainly didn’t think you’d become a hunter. Mostly because you were the one they were hunting at the time— Under the control of your mother, you were forced to kill and make it look like a suicide. After they’d captured your mother, Castiel advised that it’d be wise to take you under their wing due to your smarts and skill, thus you’d become their partner in crime and bestfriend.

You and Sam were especially close, Too close according to Dean. He’d watched relationship after relationship for his brother end in tragedy but there was something else holding him back from giving his all in relationships, Dean could tell— And that? That was you. Dean was aware from the moment they saved you that the both of you had fallen in love, you were the woman counterpart of Sam, somedays Dean didn’t realize who was who with how alike you were. That’s why he knew neither of you would step up and confess— At least not with a little push.

“You’re an idiot”! You screamed at Sam after having healed his wounds, “A total fucking moron, I had everything under control and what did you do? Jump in like some damn prince charming. Newsflash, I can handle an illiterate shapeshifter on my own”.

“Yeah, I’m not the one who was flirting with a damned shapeshifter”. He mumbled, his eyes stuck to the floor. Dean had been watching from the sidelines for a bit, it was honestly like watching a married couple have a couples spat over Sam’s jealousy.

“I had him eating out of my palm. I could’ve gotten the information we needed”.

“She’s right, y’know” Dean backs you up, casually eating a burrito and enjoying the show happening before his eyes.

Sam scowls, his ego truly couldn’t admit that the reason he stepped in and got himself bitten because he was jealous seeing you be all buddy buddy with the enemy— Even if it was with an agenda in mind. The thought of you even touching the thing had Sam ready to hurl. He looked between you and Dean and laughed in disbelief.

“Of course you’re defending her. Of course”. He spat in an accusatory voice that made you stand up straighter, eyes narrowed in on him.

“What’s that supposed to mean”? You asked, hoping he hadn’t meant what you thought; Looking at Dean, you scoffed and looked back at Sam, “Is he really…”?

“You know exactly what I mean. It’s Dean, yeah? You’re fucking Dean”? He asked incredulously, making Dean choke on his burrito.

“I’m sorry, what”!? Dean looked at his brother as if he’d grown two heads, you hadn’t said a word, you stood there with your mouth open, disbelieving the words you just heard. He wasn’t seriously suggesting you were fucking his brother, was he? That was something unheard of. You loved Dean, dearly— But he was nothing more than a friend. Family.

“You’re unbelievable. Fuck you, and whatever jealousy you have going on inside you but if you think I fucked Dean you’re 100% wrong and 100% a goddamned asshole, he’s literally dating my bestfriend. Follow me out of this place and I will set your dick on fire. I have the power to and you know it”. You spat venomously before storming out of the room, leaving an awkward silence in your wake.

Dean whistled, and looked at his brother, “You, my man, are a dick and if you wanna keep yours, I suggest you don’t follow her”.

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For the next few days there was radio silence in the Winchester-Y/LN cadillac. Well, except the passive aggression displayed whenever Dean asked you two something that involved an answer about the other. Dean was getting tired of it— He wished you’d just admit that you loved each other and fuck all the tension away because he was not equipped to deal with this, and honestly? He had his own girlfriend to get to and this was keeping him away from her longer than he had hoped. He was running out of options when a case popped up in Nashville.

A plan popped into mind, and it was a break for him. Win/Win.

The next day, when Dean woke up he made a show of rushing to the bathroom and locking it. You were woken up by the sound of him hurling into the toilet, or so you thought.

“Dean? You good”? You knocked on the bathroom door, Sam waking up shortly thereafter hearing your voice.

“What’s going on”? He asked, groaning softly.

“I don’t know. Dean sounds like he’s sick”. You responded shortly, before knocking again.

“I-I’m good”! Dean called out, retching sounds coming soon after; It was good that Dean had went to acting classes, he could make his vomiting and sickness seem real without effort— He didn’t wanna worry you two but he needed to do this, it was far overdue that you both finally grew some balls and told each other how you felt.

“I’m not doing too hot. Y’all are gonna have to go to Nashville alone”! He yelled out, making your eyes widen, you were not ready to be alone with Sam. Not after your fight.

“A-are you sure? Maybe I can heal you”? You sounded desperate which made Sam a little upset. He got it, he did accuse you of having an affair with his brother and turn into a complete jackass but was it so bad you didn’t want to be alone with him? Not even for a second?

“No, no! Just go. I’ll be better when you’re back, nothing a little rest can’t fix”.

You gulped, sighing. Fine, but you were doing this for Dean. Looking to Sam, you nod curtly. “Well, I’ll get dressed and we can go. Dean, if you need anything…Call us”.

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The car ride started off silent, too silent, you and Sam were still awkward around each other and this didn’t go away now that you have to exclusively only work with one another— It actually seemed to make the awkwardness even worse.

“Nashville, Tennessee doesn’t seem to have a shortage of killer kids, I see” Sam finally speaks up, cutting through the silence the two of you so carefully set upon the cadillac.

“No kidding. It says here kids are turning into mass murderers? But they’re only killing adults. It started with one kid, Joseph King, 8-years-old. Murdered his entire family excluding his little sister, Anya and then moved to his neighbors where he killed the parents and left their newborn Joel alive. Anya went on to then run away to their neighboring block and at first she was fine and seemed to be doing well but the couple that found her took her to the hospital where she went bezerk, grabbed a knife and started stabbing staff and every adult in sight including the couple that saved her. And of course, the kids who were spared then went on to kill others after presenting with no sign of murderous intent at first look. It’s like the kids just…snapped and they don’t remember it after they do so. Detectives and the press are calling it mass hysteria”.

“That’s always the go to. Isn’t it? No explanation so just slap mass hysteria on it and call it a day”. Sam snort-laughed shaking his head.

“Soo. What’s your verdict”? You asked, looking up at your bestfriend for the first time in awhile. He looked over to you, licking his lips before he speaks.

“I don’t know, maybe… Could be the work of a witch”?

“A witch? Really, Sam”? You snorted, rolling your eyes.

“Fine, what do you think is happening”?

“It’s a demon. Most likely. We’ve seen a lot who do things like this. Could be the work of the black eyed demons. I’ve been seeing a lot more black eyed ‘children’ encounters lately”.

Sam was stunned for a moment, he wasn’t shocked that you’d come up with a theory so quickly but he was always floored with how well you knew the supernatural world, then again, you were apart of it; Being a siren and all.

“Yeah, you could be right. We need to hit the ground running before anymore ankle biters kill anyone”.

You giggled, shoving his shoulder lightly. It was all so normal in the moment, you both looked at each other with genuine smiles and that warm feeling returned to your tummy, your cheeks tinted red from the way he stared at you, only hidden by the melanin in your skin— You stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then it all came rushing back. You coughed, looking away from him but his eyes stayed on you. They always did.

↳

It was night when you arrived in Nashville, you and Sam were expectedly tired and ready to hit the hay but it was time to work before anything, another kid had gone on a spree right as you arrived and Castiel met you at the scene of the latest killing.

“She was right”. Castiel immediately told you when he joined you. It was black eyed demons. Or children, if you wanted to get technical, “This particular demon presents as a child. Her name in Ten. What she wants here? I don’t know”.

“We’re gonna have to kill a kid”? You questioned, frowning. It wasn’t that you had never killed a child demon, it was just that— You hated doing so. A lot of the times demons are under control of a higher being and have gone through years of trauma, and child demons were especially sensitive to deal with.

“A demon”. Castiel corrected you, taking a bite from his cookie and stepping over one of the bodies.

“No shit”. You mumbled, looking down at the bodies. There had to be at least 13 bodies in front of you, and more on the inside of the library. What a library was so packed for this late at night, you didn’t know.

“Hey. Look”. Sam nods his head to an ambulance.

“That must be the kid. Come on”.

“Detective Rhodes. This is Detective Leeds. Is that the suspect”? Sam flashed his fake badge to one of the emt’s who hummed, nodding.

“Yup. Says her name is Diane Speckled. No injuries but she doesn’t seem to remember killing a library full of people here for a convention by spiking the lemonade and going full on machete girl afterwards so we’re taking her in to be evaluated. Her mom and little sister are okay, they’ll be at the hospital”.

“Can we…talk to her”? You asked.

“Yeah. At the hospital”.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

“I don’t know how I got here. I want my mama”.

Diane Speckled, 10-years-old, she was just a kid being handcuffed to a hospital bed like a high risk felon. You felt for her— Demons could take over and change lives in just a day, and they always left a disaster in their wake. Hell, your own mother had you do her bidding, you were lucky the Winchesters had understood you didn’t want the life you led when they were hunting you.

“I know, Sweetheart. But Detective Rhodes and I need to ask you a few questions. You think you can do that for me”?

She nodded meekly, fiddling with her fingers. She was honestly just a kid, a kid who had been used by an entity, a kid whose life was turned upside down, one that was bound to be put in jail for years. All of these kids were. That’s why you and the Winchester’s did the job you did. To help people like little Diane.

“Okay, do you remember the very last thing between today and yesterday”? Sam asked, her eyes stayed cast down onto her hands, sniffling a little.

“Mama made breakfast for Jill and I and I went to school. I made a new friend at school and she wanted to come over. We played at my house! She didn’t even have to ask her mom for permission to come, it was so cool…Then we played this game- She whispered into my ear, a-a secret. After that…It all gets fuzzy”.

You and Sam glance at each other and then back at her, “Can you tell me your friends name? Your mom and Jill. They’re on their way now, Sweetie”.

“Her name? Oh, it was so cool. Her name was Ten! I’d never heard of somebody with a number as their name”!

Ten. That name was doing it’s rounds on Nashville. You and Sam were worried, especially if the Diane had a little sister who could possibly be her next target for whatever this was. Just when you were about to ask another question, Ms. Speckled and Jill came running in.

“Oh, Diane”! The mother cried, wrapping her arms around her daughter, the little sister, only about 5 or 6 stood by her mothers legs, holding onto her tightly before she turns attention to you and Sam, “Detectives, I swear my daughter is not a monster. S-she ran out of the house with rat poison in hand and I was searching everywhere for her. I, I don’t know what happened, it was unlike anything she’s ever done. I wish I’d found her quicker but you have to know…She’s not a monster”.

She’s not, you thought. Just controlled by one. “We don’t think so ma’am. In fact, quite the opposite. Diane seems like an intelligent little girl and, uh, you must be Jill”? Sam looks down at the little girl, searching for any signs that she might be being controlled by Ten as well when the mother cuts in to answer that question for him.

“Oh, yes. Jill and I have been searching for Diane all day. When I got the call that my daughter had…S-she’s not a monster. J-jill got sick and vomited, I think she was worried about Diane. She hasn’t been very talkative since Diane ran out”. The mother was erratic, rambling all the while Jill seemed too quiet beside her, but then she looked at you and for a second— You saw her smile.

“We’ll let you be alone while the doctors check Diane out”. Sam tells her and grabs your arm, the second you walk out, you let out a breath.

“So, the little girl—” You start, and Sam finishes.

“Yep, she’s the next one”.

↳

That next night, you and Sam staked out at the Speckled household, if you were right Jill was the end of this thing, there was going to be a blowout and it would be tonight. You thought it’d be the same night Diane was used to kill the adults at the library but it was quiet, still, and Jill went home without murderous intent in sight— Until, you saw her walking out of her house the next night and followed her to what looked like a college dorm. While you waited for a sign to go in, Sam was ready to finally confess and apologize. You hadn’t talked about anything other than the case and he missed that closeness deeply. It was time to man up.

“Hey, Y/n”?

“Hmm”?

“I’m sorry”. He starts, grimacing as the words leave his lips, that night replaying in his mind like a broken record, the way you stormed out the most notable memory of all. He could almost remember tears in your eyes when you walked out. That was something he never wanted to see at all let alone at the hands of his words.

“Yeah? I apologize too. For calling you an idiot and moron” You sat up, smiling at your bestfriend; He was nervous, his next words could change things forever— He wasn’t an expert at this romance thing, he’d had his fair share of heartbreak and tragedy and it made him hesitant to love again but…He loved you, and he was tired of being afraid to admit that. Besides, you were an amazing person and gorgeous woman, if he didn’t man up soon someone else would do it for him and be the man he was too scared to be. After seeing you flirt with that…thing. He was sure that was the last thing he wanted.

“I love you”, Sam blurts out getting straight to the point, there was no more holding back, your eyes widened and cheeks flushed but he continued, it was too late to stop now, “I’m in love with you. Truthfully, I always have been and seeing you that night with that thing made me jealous and I admit I acted like a total jacka-” He was rambling when you cut him off.

“I’m in love with you too, but Sam? Please shut up and look in front of you”.

He snapped out of it and looked at the building where not only Jill Speckled stood but a bunch of kids of varying ages and at the head was Ten. It was like a child army. You needed to stop them before they killed, “Shit, this is happening now. Call Castiel, we have to go”.

“Y-yeah, I got it. What the fuck is this”!?

↳

You, Sam, and Castiel went around the dormitory building trying to follow the little ones in without raising attention to yourselves— You hoped you’d be able to save all the kids without injuring them but black eyed demons were powerful and with the children under her spell, Ten had a baby army at the ready, and you hated fighting kids.

“Castiel, see if you can separate some of the kids from Ten. Sam, you too. I’m going for the hbic, herself”.

Sam looked at you in shock, scoffing, “What? I’m not letting you handle that thing alone”!

“Sam? Trust me. Besides if we’re fighting kids, I don’t want to be fighting the human ones”.

Sam wanted to protest but he knew how much you hated fighting children, and this way at least the child you did fight wasn’t human. You were about to split up when two kids suddenly stood in front of you, along with a third— The she-demon herself. Ten.

“Sam Winchester, Y/n Y/ln, and Castiel. I’m glad you could make it to our playdate”! She giggled, walking towards the three of you, “While my friends go and play with some of the students, we can play too! I’m tired of adults ruining our fun”.

“Cut the shit, what are you doing here”?

“Feeding. Adult blood, adult fear, adult dread…All way more powerful than the kiddie stuff I used to feed on”.

Castiel looked the child presenting demon over and sighed, “She’s a henchman”.

The girl claps, “One point for Cas! Now…Let’s play. Jill, Sam looks lonely. Keep him company. Brian, keep Cas company”.

The demon then looked at you, and smirked. “You wanted to play? I can do your hair and we can play dress up”!

You laughed airily, “I was always more of a mudpie gal, myself”.

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Who knew children were so strong and brutal? While you fought off Ten, Castiel and Sam struggled to get all the other children in line, suffering a few injuries along the way— In the end, you were able to stab the demon, which promptly made all the kids collapse, when they awoke it was just like all the other murders; They knew nothing of how they got there or what they did. Luckily, no one else died, only a few of the students were injured when you got to them. No casualties.

When you got back to your hotel, you were to tend to Sam’s wounds, “They got you pretty good, huh? Take off your shirt and sit on the sink, please”? You spoke politely, you hadn’t talked about what happened in the car earlier but the vibe felt pretty different, more comfortable but also less, as if you were waiting on the other to make the first move. Removing his shirt, Sam groans sitting on the sink, those little ankle biters turned out to be big knife stabbers, got him good in stomach and a nice cut through his eyebrow over his eye. You cleaned up the eye wound but since the stab wound was so deep? You wanted to use your healing powers. To which Sam and Dean always opposed since it took energy from you each time.

You bit your lip, preparing for your next words still dabbing his eye wound with a soaked cotton pad, “I’m…gonna heal your stab wound now”. You spoke quickly, clearing your throat and getting ready to move when Sam caught your wrist in his hand, glaring down at you.

“What!? No. You’ll lose energy”. He shook his head, looking directly into your E/C eyes, your breath caught in that moment, tension stuck in the air.

“The stab was pretty deep. I dont care, Sam. Don’t fight me on this, okay? I’m healing you”. You scoff, immediately getting to work, partially because you were worried about him but mostly? The tension was eating at you and you wanted an out from looking into those hypnotizing grey eyes of his. When it was healed you smiled shyly up at Sam, “There. Isn’t that better? Now I need a hot shower”.

When you attempted to walk away Sam no longer approved, tired of dodging the tension and temptation he was simply not up for the games anymore; He pulled you close, “Do you always have to be so fucking hard-headed”? He muttered his forehead against yours.

“You could’ve died, dumbass. I was doing what I needed to”. You retorted, resting one hand on his bare chest and the other on his cheek— The closeness excited you, ignited a fire within you and the only way to put it out was with Sam’s touch.

“Stubborn”.

“I learned from you, Sammie”.

With that, his lips were against yours for the very first time; Soarks erupted in the kiss, his lips moulded against yours perfectly and they didn’t leave for a long while. It only seemed to get needier, you both couldn’t seem to get enough; You whimpered into the kiss which only served to make the man crave you more.

“S-sam…Shower”.

“Fine. You’re mine afterwards”. He reluctantly pulled away.

“Or…you could join me”.

You didn’t have to tell Sam twice.

↳

In the shower, you and Sam clashed against the shower wall, wrapped up in each other, lips once again locked in a tangle of tongue, teeth, and fire. His hands couldn’t seem to roam your body enough, groping everywhere he could, he was like a man in heat and you weren’t any better with how your hands ran down his chest feeling the hardness of his abs underneath your fingers— God, did it feel good to finally have him this way, it was almost too much to bear.

“Sammie, if we don’t bathe…That just means it takes longer for me to give myself to you. Sex in water isn’t as sexy as it sounds” You mumble against his lips, pushing away from him gently; He groans and pushes off of you.

“Mm, I’ll behave…a little. But I get to soap you up”.

You considered the suggestion and smiled up at him, holding out a pinkie, “Only if I get to return the favor, Mister Winchester”.

Sam nearly lost control and took you right then and there when hearing you refer to him as mister, finally giving in he wraps his pinkie around yours, “Deal”.

Really, bathing each other was just an excuse to grope one another rather than bathe, you got to feel a taste of his hands between your thighs, and he got a snippet of you stroking his cock— Something he’d only dreamed of in his wildest fantasies. When you finally got out of the shower, neither of you could wait. He pushed you down on the bed almost immediately to which you were not opposed.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this, babydoll. I’ve dreamt about this. Fantasized, really”. He whispered in your ear, spreading your legs while sliding on a condom, “Fucking hated seeing you with anyone else”.

“You don’t have to anymore. Claim me. Claim what’s rightfully yours, Sir”.

He needed no encouragement, you were soaking wet so he slid in easily with a satisfied grunt— After years of stroking, curious about how you felt, fucking those who could never compare to or even hope to compete against you. Just as he’d imagined, no, better than he’d imagined…You were perfect. Your body, your moans, everything he imagined.

“You’re perfect. So damned perfect”. He slowly rolls his hips up into you, reveling in the way your body reacts to his, clenching around his cock while letting the softest, prettiest moans escape.

“Fuck, Sammie. Faster”. You begged but it seemed to only make him go slower to your total and utter frustration, it seemed Sam wanted you eating out of his palm now.

“Patience, Pretty girl. I wanna take my time with you, you’re mine now. I want to explore every fucking inch of you, you hear me? Wanna know what feels good, what d-doesn’t…Shit”. It was as if Sam was possessed, his cock hit the deepest parts of your walls, abusing your g-spot in a way that had you whining beneath him and leaving scratches down his back like a statement piece— A statement piece that said, ‘Sam Winchester belongs to Y/n Y/ln’.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

After that night you and Sam were finally going back to meet Dean, who had seemingly gotten better under the care of his girlfriend, your bestfriend YB/N. They didn’t know about your relationship yet, and you threatened Cas if he told them before you could. You wanted to walk in hand in hand and shock them. You just knew Dean thought you’d never gain the courage to actually tell each other.

“No, but wasn’t it you who had a demon child on your back”?

“Yeah, and? You got stabbed, not me”.

You walked in just as you’d planned, hand in hand. Dean and Yb/n looked unsurprised and unimpressed much to the shock of you and Sam, it was like they knew it was coming— Actually, did they know? You asked yourself, thinking back to the day Dean got ‘sick’ and suddenly those gags sounded a little faker. When you finally made your way to the table your suspicions were confirmed.

“Told you it would work. Aye, Sammie boy. Finally grew some balls”? Dean was the first to speak, smirking at the two of you.

“You planned this”? Sam asked, scoffing.

“It got you off your ass, didn’t it”? Yb/n retorted; You weren’t the only woman counterpart of one of the Winchester brothers.

You looked at your boyfriend and rolled your eyes, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Well? How much was the bet”? You asked, taking a seat, Sam following— The table breaking out into conversation about how much your relationship was worth. You couldn’t help but love how far you’d come— An amazing job, friends, and now and an amazing boyfriend. Maybe Dean was smart, after all.

Nah, that’s definitely not it.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

A/N: did i spend all night writing this just to insult dean in the end? yes. did i regret it? no. do i love dean dearly? hell yea, but it had to be done. Also, looking at some of the names can you tell i’ve been watching Chicago Med and last of us gameplay?

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(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)

this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed

i understand your need for them

and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)

part one

part 2 <3

i mixed this with this ask ; Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺

this got wayyyyyyyyy long

4, 685 words. my finger slipped?

Kuroo tetsuro

this guy has been trying to get you since first year

he’s that dedicated

and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science

(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)

lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival

yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this

Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)

He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary

Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass

~heaven~

Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)

From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass

He’s a big simp and we all know it.

Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.

Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.

He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.

When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.

(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)

Speaking of simp nation

You can't really wear anything without setting him off

Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.

Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.

(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)

((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))

Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.

That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!

And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him

If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)

He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic

Terushima Yuji

Another shower-offer

You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?

Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up

Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.

She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone

So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.

And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either

And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.

Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half

He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being

So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.

He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on

Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.

How you ask, simple.

One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.

So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????

And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs

And you received the fucking of your life soon after.

Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.

No cap.

The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.

Everyone was looking at you.

He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.

He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.

If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.

It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.

(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on

(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)

The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.

And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened

It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in

And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!

And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.

An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.

Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were

But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.

And he has a loooooooot of them.

Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become

so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing

like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)

or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean

or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges

(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)

but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing

Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.

(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)

The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.

Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.

Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch

BUT BUT BUT

That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.

Mr. His way or no way shows up, he does it every so slightly different

If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.

But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.

It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.

Daichi Sawamura

oh my

you guys are the power thigh couple

powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy

In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.

(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)

So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school

Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.

Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.

But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.

Almost kissing nonetheless.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.

You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.

Onto Daichi.

Onto Daichi's face.

Your thighs around his head.

His hands-on your ass.

Hand in his hair.

He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.

You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.

And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.

Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.

His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.

An example:

“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”

The second.

Was a bathrobe.

Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.

His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.

And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3

Atsumu Miya

You met poor atsumu at a party.

He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting

he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help

he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing

so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick

while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you

then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”

You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.

And he just hasn't left you alone since

(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture

But in other news, he’s very horny

So really all that means is he always has his hands on you

Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.

While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.

Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets

But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits

Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.

Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.

And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.

He just likes looking at you tbh.

Aone Takanobu

you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!

Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class

And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was

Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.

Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute

You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!

From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.

Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”

So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times

(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)

Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him

And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes

Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying

I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer

So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)

He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body

As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train

What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.

Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.

That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things

Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.

Osamu Miya

He knew who you were

With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to

(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)

Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone

No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with

That meant he could either study or eat

Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week

Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life

When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore

If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you

But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)

You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you

He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same

And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off

Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do

But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you

Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak

He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see

Everyone to see what belongs to him

Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.

You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.

Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.

Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants

No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.

And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him

He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.

And yes he has done that in front of atsumu

Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.

Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it

(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)

Kyotani Kentaro

We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office

And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!

And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone

Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.

(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)

Who am I kidding it was like that.

It was totally like that.

Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.

He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure

So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan

And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy

It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though

He was happy.

Angry boy likes hugs

And yes he does, no objections

So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him

He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.

He’s also very aware of what you wear

Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.

Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!

But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.

This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you

Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs

(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.

Kuguri

You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around

It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close

It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!

Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night

Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history

He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.

And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating

He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.

(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)

Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-

Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.

He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.

He is just so into how soft you are.

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deancas fic rec list!

hello everyone! happy christmas to those who celebrate it, my gift to you is my fic rec list that i said i would make like a month ago. the only thing it is organized by is canonverse vs alternate universe. tried to cover a variety of subjects but there are in particular many fics of the genre “postcanon where cas is human and he and dean live together and slowly finally get their shit together” because i know what i’m about, son. HOPE U ENJOY. and if you wanna talk about any of them or rec me other fics please do. :)

Canonverse:

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo, 30k, explicit “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.” There are many fics set in a post-canon universe where Cas is human and he and Dean live together and slowly fall into a relationship. Imo this one is the best of the best of that genre. This was one of the first fics I read back in July when I was getting Back Into Supernatural where I was like oh fuck I’m like in this. Dean builds Cas planters and bookshelves and a chicken coop and they fight and work through it.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits, 10k, explicit For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless. Really Gets the dynamic of Cas doesn’t think Dean wants him to stay/Dean thinks Cas will leave the first chance he gets. Also a nice example of Cas thinking he’s not wanted if he’s not useful/powerful and being told otherwise. Another all-time fave!

lonely hearts by outphastthemoat, 4.5k, gen He thinks he might give up having his own anything just to be able to step foot inside the room next door and sit on the edge of Dean’s bed instead. This one is for the CAS GIRLS who know what LONELINESS feels like.

Helionneiros by aeli_kindara, 24.2k, mature In which Dean visits his mother, and Claire takes Cas on a hunt. I’m always on the lookout for more fic with Claire and Jack. Jack doesn’t show up until the end here but the relationship between Cas and Claire is really nice.

Crawl by aeriallon, 11k, explicit It’s been almost four years since Castiel left Kansas; he'd eventually settled in an island town where he has a job, a house, and a life without the Winchesters. Every winter, Dean drives down to the coast to see him. Another fic where Cas is human but in this one he took some time for himself and got some distance from the Winchesters! He gets to be competent and weird as a human and we love that for him. I must warn you all that this fic contains one use of the phrase “making love” which would normally put me right off but it’s still worth reading. The first of a three-part series.

home where you hold me by microcomets, 1.6k, gen Cas and Dean, in the moments between their battles, ache for quiet spaces. Technically this is a coda to 10x20 but you don’t need the episode for context. Short and very sweet.

Build a Home by domesticadventures, 20.1k, teen After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them. He doesn’t. This one is so cute it’s like what if once they were done saving the world Sam and Dean actually invited other hunters to move into the bunker with them. Obviously Dean wants that to include Cas but doesn’t know how to use his words.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo, 22.4k, explicit This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. Angst fic! They go on a road trip and Dean is severely fucked up post-Mark of Cain.

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon, 8.6k, explicit No one ever tells Dean anything. Another nice getting-together fic.

Creature of Habit by trinityofone, 5.2k, teen The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well. This one is ancient by destiel standards (written during season 5) but it manages to nail the married couple vibes they give off in later seasons. Cas is a bitch and Dean likes him so much. <3

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by Tuesday, 11.2k, mature Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Another old one that is a lot of fun! They get Accidental Angel Married and if you don’t enjoy dumb fanfiction tropes like that I don’t know what to say to you.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi, 4k, teen In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything. The OTHER accidental angel marriage fic written in 2010.

Crazy Diamonds by pantheon_of_discord, 24.8k, explicit A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there. At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history. Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe. Time travel is FUN. There’s an excellent part where (minor spoilers) future!Dean is like, “Guess what, asshole? You like me so much you marry me!!!!!!!!!!!” to 2008!Castiel that made me laugh out loud the first time I read it. Also just a good reminder of how most problems in life are temporary and if you could go back in time to talk to your younger self you’d be like, “Hey man. Chill out. You get through it.”

The Path of Fireflies by museaway, 63.7k, mature After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years. There’s a lot of amnesia fic and djinn fic out there were Dean wakes up ~suddenly together with Cas~ but I like this one in particular because he’s initially very confused and kind of a dick about it until he acknowledges that being with Cas makes him happy.

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden, 95k, explicit Three months ago, when Dean decided to retire, he thought his life was going to end up differently. He'd thought that he might get to have it all, Sam, Cas, Jack, and nice little place to live. Instead he gets Sam and Jack off on their Summer of Love Tour, radio silence from Cas, and a never-ending road trip consisting of himself. Still reeling from the loss of his grace, Castiel travels the country in search of hunts. Driven by a need to prove his usefulness, he pushes himself beyond all limits of endurance. Together, with the help of a few friends, a crumbling Victorian house, and a stray cat, Dean and Castiel patch themselves back together and create a home together. Do you wanna read almost one hundred thousand words of Dean and Cas having extremely intense feelings but refusing to voice them aloud? Haha of course you do that’s why you’re here. There’s also a lot about Cas adjusting to being human and being depressed about it which might resonate if you’ve ever felt weird about having a body. To be honest the author could stand to use a few more commas but there were also half a dozen moments that made me put my phone down and drag my hand slowly over my face and whisper “oh my god” to myself which is like, the ultimate measure of a good fanfiction so it gets to be on the list.

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers, 31.6k, explicit dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas. Have you seen the fanon (apparently pioneered by Mr. Jackles “Original Deankin” Ackles himself) that Dean used to prostitute himself to feed himself and Sam when they were younger? Are you interested in exploring that concept in fanfiction? Well, this is the only fic you need. Mind the tags on this one! It’s not what I’d call happy but it’s good.

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircases, 47k, mature It’s September of 2005, and Dean Winchester, in an attempt to outrun old mistakes and painful memories, finds himself in southern Kentucky on a wild goose chase. He’s completely certain this weird religious movement he’s “investigating” is a hoax, despite the miraculous healings people report, and he’ll be back on the road in a day or two. Things are looking up when he meets Cas, an awkward (and gorgeous) graduate student who’s actually doing honest-to-god research into the local tent revival meetings. When that research takes a weird and personal turn, Dean’s left to face two very serious realities: one, this may be a real case after all, and two, he’s fallen way harder for Cas than he should ever have let himself. Stanford-era AU of Dean trying to avoid his father and getting in over his head on a case.

Alternate universe:

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets, 57k, mature Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen. Mundane AUs in this fandom have to be really, really good to catch my attention and this one is! It’s exactly what it says in the summary and the characterization is spot-on.

Out to Drift by deathbanjo, 20.9k, mature Dean drives a black car with a loud engine. He lies too easily. He keeps a gun in the back of his jeans, and Castiel isn’t sure, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Dean has killed someone before. Two people in fucked-up unstable situations meeting and forming a connection. Honestly guys I really just love deathbanjo.

#fic #deancas #destiel

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