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mydarlingedits · 4 months ago
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TRANS-LESBIAN ROPE ICONS
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Requested by 𓇿 no one .ᐟ
        𐙚˙⋆.˚ Date Posted 𓇿 7/19/24 .ᐟ
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Terms of use 𓇿 Free with Credit .ᐟ
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[PLAIN TEXT: 'op is an adult' on the top left, and 'No DNI ! Just be nice' on the bottom right].
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yokohangry · 1 month ago
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Earthspirit and Rope.
ES E2 art is wearing skirt, but I swear her E1 is shorts.
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porcalinecunt · 1 month ago
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ak!jason craving his back alley surgeon (ftm) so much that it physically hurts not to just fuck him right in the middle of their session ,,
021 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
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🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 the arkham knight remained touch starved for too long, so he turns to his nagging yet stupidly cute back alley surgeon! ~
⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AK! JASON TODD X MALE! READER
° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader. dubcon. rough oral sex. throat breeding. throat bulge. fingerings. touch starved jason. past mentions of torture/injuries.
[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] i do NOT know how to write endings ;-; but omg anon, i RAN to write this the moment i saw this request! ak!jason todd lives in my head rent free :<
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he forgot what normal touch felt like, if it even existed in the desolate gotham city.
and you can’t blame him, the last thing he ever felt were the joker’s ghostly white hands tearing at his skin with any rusty metal he could get his hands on. the burning hot iron engraving a capital J on his cheek.
getting shot on camera in a snuff was somehow the least worst thing that happened to the knight.
naturally, the acidic lake of the lazerous pit only harden his outer shell, rendering him mentally cut off to the concept of affection. hell, he wouldn’t even let the nurses within militia grounds even touch him. grumbling that he can take care it himself with a simple twist of a broken limb or a faulty cauterized wound.
or a visit to your back alley clinic.
after a hellish night of shockwaves and stitches, jason properly met you after you saved his life from a particularly lethal mission. unlike the kind nurses though, you were cold and a little vile. spouting exhausted quips about how ‘braindead’ and ‘reckless’ he was, and how he was a pain in your ass. ah, a vile little bitch. the arkham knight thought.
yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hate you. oh no, despite the sharp tongue, your shockingly soft hands revive a need jason thought he abandoned after his death. he found himself looking forward to the checkups, to your palms resting against his scarred chest and broad shoulders. fingers pressing against his more delicate spots, allowing his mind to wander to the nastiest places.
how delicate was the rest of you?
a question that got him gripping the metal table as you did another checkup on him, making sure he didn’t measly tear off any of the wrapping or bandaids.
jason’s breath hitched once your fingers ghosted over his abs, his chest and his thighs. it didn’t help that with every slight move, he grew harder and harder in his pants. you were fucking teasing him, even if it wasn’t intentional. his boner was growing more obvious and it was like you were purposely playing dumb, agitating the knight.
“shit..fuck it.”
he uttered, sitting up despite your failed attempts to keep him down.
“mister todd, what are you?!- HEY!”
a harsh push threw you far back, stumbling onto the dirty sofa chair while jason quickly followed. you could barley process what was going on when the sound of a belt buckle made you freeze.
“sorry doc, got a problem i can’t fix on my own..”
jason muttered as his pants dropped to his ankles along with his boxers, revealing his ‘problem’. you couldn’t think of anything to say, only stare at his ridiculous girth and his swollen tip leaking precum as it ran down to the base.
“mister todd..—“
“please. c’mon doc..”
he was practically begging, a tone that went straight into your soaked cunt. you had to hold back from straight up palming yourself through your pants. a defeated sigh left your lungs as you leaned forward off the couch and onto your knees. a risky kitty lick snapped the rope of control in jason, a heavy metal hand clasping the back of your head, forcing his dick into your jaw.
he was too big, way too big. your poor mouth was practically stuffed with cock as the knight didn’t let you pull back for a moment. “nose, doc..breath through your nose.” jason sighed, slowing pushing further and further until he was nestled into your throat. a static groan leaked through his gritted teeth, a sound that made you flinch with anticipation.
with eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t even look at him as he pulls his length back only to shove it right back into the jugular, slowly picking up his already relentless pace. the sloshing noises of your spit and his cum mixing filled your ears until your patient’s groans practically drowned out.
gobs of the nasty mix spilled off his soaked dick and through your swollen lips, along with tears that blurred your vision and salted the taste of the knight’s girth. it was all humiliating in the best way possible, you were fucking getting off to it. made you wonder how long he was imagining this very scenario.
“get up.” he suddenly commands with a booming tone, pulling you off his cock with a handful of your hair. “w-wha..?”
“you fuckin’ heard me. get up or i’ll fuck that cunt of yours.”
barley a promise, knowing how fickle the knight is. yet you still followed his command, standing up as he pushed you down onto the metal operation table with your front facing the ceiling. jason, dick still hard and bobbing around as he walked to where your head hung off the edge.
“gonna make you extra useful doc, if you’re okay with that..” he asked with a ragged breath. you were too fucked out to give a proper answer other then a pathetic “uh huh…” with your tongue stuck out. you couldn’t even get another sound out before he stuffs your mouth full once again, this time, with a desperation for an orgasm.
gripping the sides of the metal table, jason thrusts his dick in and out of your throat, a small bulge forming yet visible enough for him to admire.
“atta boy, you’re not bad f’ a doctor..shit..!”
he laughed, listening to your whines and gagging as you rub your thighs together for a source of friction. all this time, you were left neglected as jason used your throat as a free fleshlight. with shaking hands, you reached down through the band of your pants and ran your fingers through your needy little pussy.
“mmm..mister todd..”
you muttered, fucking your fingers into your soaked cunt as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. he was gonna cum.
“mouf..cum in m’mouf..!” you weakly uttered, earning a mocking coo from the knight. “yeah? you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘course doc..” he panted, his pace growing more relentless somehow.
“consider this returning the favor, f’ being so good to me.”
with a couple more thrusts and some jerkin’ off, a white hot liquid spurted in your mouth and down your throat. heavy and salty was all you can taste as he practically bred your throat full.
jason pulled himself out, watching as gobs of his cum and your spit spill out from your lips and all over your fucked out face. he wished he could take a picture of it just to have something to jerk off to when he can’t sleep.
“so..see you next week?”
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© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.
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hanasnx · 1 year ago
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Now that you've opened your inbox to DC! Men I'm just going insane! I have so many thoughts on this and now I'm going to flood your inbox with it, if that's okay.
I don't know about you, but I see AK!Jason falling (or just getting obsessed) over a real sweety reader. He would be in an immoral mix of how to take her to his cage with all his charm and suddenly he's just ponding your guts like u know ak would do, all cocky and massive and stuck up.
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: hi :) i got this yesterday & i would like to tell u i love getting inbox messages so i implore you, flood my inbox.
JASON TODD never thought too hard about who he’d end up with. Concealed in the background of his mind for so long while he’d planned every other detail of his life out to fulfill one single vindictive plan. Now that he’s more or less free, he looks at you completely bewildered as to how he managed to cuff you. You’re nothing like him, save for a few domineering qualities you adopt when you’re disrespected, but other than that you’re… soft. Pliant. Sweet. When you hold his hand, you just clutch onto two of his fingers. You’re half his size. You’re adorable. A part of him wishes he could spend all day pinching at your cheeks and bullying you into whining indignantly at him.
He bullies you other ways instead. Charms you like a snake with all his sweet-talking, mouthing at your neck and smacking your little ass until you’re ready to do what he wants. Now he’s got you backing up on his cock with your hair roped around his palm. “Huh? What’s that? You like your guts fucked?” he jeers, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips as he’s yanking you back into his thrusts.
“Jason!” you whine at him indignantly, just how he likes it as he snickers at you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace the pain that comes with his length lodging all up in your insides, kissing your cervix. Not many like that sort of thing, but he loves that you do.
“You like this shit? You like it when it hurts? So fucking freaky, baby. Never would’ve guessed by lookin’ at’cha.” he degrades and you cry out as he rolls his hips the way that makes you howl. Bent over in front of him, his large hand comes down to swat your round ass that ripples with impact. A sweet little thing like you, drooling all over him because he’s being mean to you. “What’s next, huh? You want bruises?” He feels you clench down on him and he can’t help but laugh at you.
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patchiko · 6 months ago
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what do u think ak!jays love language (i think that’s what it’s called 😭) is? also, what type of love language do you think he’d like?? like acts of service, words of affirmation, etc.
also random headcanon but i feel like both ak and comic jay r both good cooks it’s just the vibe i get
-🪽anon
Ahkendidhso Ive written about this before but my brainrot my lovely 🪽 anon…
tw; religious themes but their very very very super metaphorical i pinky swear chat. #i love religious themes as a way to metaphorically talk about devotion
Jason Todd is as devoted to his lover as a martyr to their grace. His faith to his loved one is almost insufferable at its core.
Like in a,’ My lungs only breathe because I have faith in your purity. ’ way, so anyways yeah Quality Time and Acts Of Service.
Quality Time- Jaaon can barely pry himself from your presence at times, and yet he does. Though every moment he’s away from you feels sardonic, like that viscous black ooze that he’s named ‘hate’ is getting bigger. Once he even gets a moment of your time his mind melts. He slowly allows himself to indulge in your presence, but in the most unhealthy way possible. Jason tried to keep himself away, he really did, but he always found his feet dragging to you.
Maybe its the little sacrificial lamb in him, the yearn for a greater good in his destruction. Thats what he believe he was conditioned to be, ’The Greater Good.’ Batman cleaned him from the dirt-stricken filth of Gotham alleyways; Batman would make his coat pure and holy, he learned to achieve that ‘Greater-Good’ when Batman wrapper that rope around his neck and lead him to that devil, or saint, he couldn’t tell the two apart sometimes. They both look the same as his depraved reflection.
When his red branded rebirth came he couldn’t help himself trotting to you like the holy little lamb he was conditioned to be. You, the only compass he had, a sense of direction he couldn’t bear to lose. He sits in your presence waiting for his rapture. When not, he’s stuck in a state where can’t tell if he’s more scared of being lost or alone. Jason finds he’s neither when with you, with you he’s stained red but his neck is no longer painfully warm, his body can be mangled, his mind can be mortal. He always trots back to you, because it is the first place he is welcomed to with open arms, yes, you are the warm light of the heavens he was conditioned to bask in. The personification where the death of his self is meant to be.
Acts Of Service - I believe this side of him comes more when its towards the part of the relationship where he’s most comfortable! He’ll run errands, do your dishes, maybe if the guilt of getting your floor a little bloodied gets to him he’ll pay your rent. It takes him awhile to loosen up and stop acting like a house maid. He still does everything he can for you but in an mundane way, like a little routine. (like a little wife omg chat i love him)
Whenever he slips through that window he takes armor off and sets them down on your floor. He’ll walk over to where you sit and kiss you on the cheek, whispering in your ear on how he ordered take out. He’ll come back to you with clean clothes and washed hair, sitting close to you, yet not closer if not allowed.
He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, for he always finds his way back to your side. A gentle giant, neither of you can keep yourselves away from each other; tenderly caring for each others needs. With you, he gave up on his divided sense of pride, his fundamentals and foundations that gave his name meaning were reckoned meaningless, he gave it up and swallowed the bitter pill of which he found the unsatisfactory taste of forgiveness; and with that pill he allowed himself to grieve.
He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, he can guide people to the place they believe to be heavens for their sake of peace. He holds someone in his arms the way they need to be held, he says those things that make someone think, leading them back to the path they left. But most of all he always comes running back to you.
sorry chat this is so bitter sweet i love his self destructive mentality that would take him decades to weed out.
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genshingorlsrevengeance · 6 months ago
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Any girls of your choice having their S.o come back home and the first thing they say is "If I asked you to kill someone no questions asked could you do it?"
(Genshin Impact/GFL) Getting asked if they would kill someone for S/O
Genshin: Arlecchino, Jean, Chiori, Eula, Dehya, Lynette, Shenhe, Noelle, Rosaria, Xinyan, Girls Frontline: M4A1, M16A1, M4 SOPMOD II, HK416, AK-15, AN-94,
In the words of our glorious Steve Harvey: KILL!
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Arlecchino is a little amused by S/O's question, but more curious than anything. Who could they possibly need her to kill?
And that was pretty bold of them to ask, considering who she is, and the fact she had not even been home for all of ten seconds.
Not that it exactly bothers her.
(Arlecchino) "An interesting propsal to walk in on. If I asked the same for you, S/O, would you?"
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Jean felt the wind (HA) knocked out of her with that question.
After a long day of dealing with shenanigans at the Knights' Headquarters, this is what she gets?
Initial shock wearing off, she frowns at S/O, not thinking that this joke was funny.
(Jean) "No, I would not S/O. Who would even say yes to that question as soon as they came home?"
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(Chiori) "Probably, if they were a particularly nasty customer."
Chiori answered as soon as she opened the door to her home and not even batting an eye.
There was many a day she would if it was legal.
But alas, throwing trash out her door and windows would have to suffice.
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Eula raises an eyebrow at the question, closing the door behind her.
Honestly? She's a little offended at the question.
(Eula) "Do you take me for a barbarian? Absolutely not, I'm not like the rest of the Lawrence Clan!"
This is not what she wants to talk about before she even gets to sit down.
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(Dehya) "Woah, someone got you super pissed off today?"
Dehya can't help but laugh and also think someone got her S/O in a bad mood.
Otherwise, why would you ever ask a merc if they would kill someone?
But if they were particularly nasty, she wouldn't even need payment to, but otherwise no.
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Lynette rolls her eyes at the question.
(Lynette) "I can't magic someone away permanently, S/O."
That was a lie, she technically could, but that was reserved for orders from the House.
And anyone that tried to constantly interrupt her resting mode.
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Shenhe doesn't flinch at the question, instead answering immediately.
(Shenhe) "Yes."
Pray that S/O doesn't ask that question when her ropes are off.
Because then they actually will get a body.
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Noelle gasps audibly.
(Noelle) "What?! Of course not! I'm a maid, not an assassin!"
Noelle is absolutely flabbergasted that S/O would even ask a thing!
She proceeds to give them a lecture that violence is not the answer, regardless if it was a joke or not.
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Rosaria first thinks in her mind:
Oh, now you tell me this after I come home from my work.
(Rosaria) "Hello to you too."
If S/O really did know what she did at night, then this was the strangest way to confront that.
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Xinyan takes a second to process S/O's question as she moves her guitar before it bumps into the door.
...Say what?!
(Xinyan) "The heck are ya talking about, S/O!? And what makes ya think I would do that either?!"
Absolutely not! She's a musician, not a hitman!
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M4A1 glares at S/O, not amused in the slightest.
(M4A1) "Last I recall, you're not my Commander, S/O."
After coming back to base, and given Griffin's status, the question isn't really that lighthearted to her.
Especially after an operation where she's constantly fighting to survive.
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M16 chuckles, crossing her arms.
(M16A1) "We're T-Dolls, not drones. Buuuut, why do you need me to do it?"
She knows they're (hopefully) joking, and doubts its anyone at Griffin that she needs to knock the head off.
If it was Sangvis, then let her at 'em!
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VIOLENCE
(M4 SOPMOD II) "Who needs killing?!"
SOPMOD is always happy to fight, and she just needs only the slightest reason to start blasting.
And it seemed S/O was giving her one!
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HK416 scoffs at S/O.
What kind of question was that for someone who just came home?
(HK416) "You aren't the one paying me. So, no."
Unless her S/O became the client for 404's operations, then they could talk about proper killing.
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15 sighs at their question, moving to put her equipment up.
(AK-15) "No."
She wasn't really in the mood to entertain these kinds of questions from S/O.
Besides, Angelia was the one who gave those kinds of orders anyway.
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AN-94 shakes her head no.
(AN-94) "Only if Angelia or AK-12 gave the order, S/O."
She takes that as a genuine question, and gives S/O a genuine answer.
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 7 months ago
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I'm actually screaming at the steel chair I love that. Got any more?
Clark inspected your wrists and the rope burn tenderly. You seemed no worse for wear, and for that, he was thankful. Stili. He was going to baby you and coddle you until you begged him to stop- that just felt right.
"You okay?" you ask him, stroking his cheek.
"Fine, honey," he soothed, kissing your nose. "Shower, Bath?"
"Shower first," you sigh. "I'm filthy. Don't wanna sit in that."
Clark nodded. "Then a bath. And some wine. And something to eat," he said, mapping out a cozy night in for you. Creature comforts.
"Clark I'm okay-"
"And I was worried," he hummed, undressing you carefully. "I thought I lost you. That someone took you away from me."
"Boyscout, I-"
He shook his head and rubbed his nose against yours. "Don't apologize. You thought Dick was in trouble. That he needed you- so you came. And now I'm going to ake sure that You're okay. That you're safe and happy."
"And spoiled?"
"So spoiled," he chuckled. "You're going to sleep so good."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart," he hummed. "Bruce can deal with the rest of the mess tonight. My responsibility is you."
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pulchinelle · 3 months ago
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«Oh...Azul won't like this...»
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A shy and prudent boy, Gambara is the ears of Azul. Though he is discreet, one should never trust him with any secret.
|Biographical Information
Name: Gambara Ruzovy
Katakana: ガンバラ ルゾビー (ganbara ruzobii)
Nicknames: Ake-chan (Floyd), tête de fouine (Rook)
Twisted from: Horace the Shrimp (Shark Tale), Jacques (Finding Nemo)
Voice Claim: Ryouta Oosana
Birthday: December 17th
Age: 17
Height: 158 cm
Dominant hand: Right
Homeland: Coral Sea
Family:
• 9 unnamed brothers
• unnamed Mother and Father
|School Life
Grade: Sophomore
Class: Class B
Club: Mountain Lovers Club
Best subject: Animal Languages
Worst subject: Musicology
|Personal Information
Personality:
Gambara cowers in front of others, often not talking much to attract attention to himself. He's good at pretending be isn't part of a conversation, when he really hears everything. He can ask some very specific and prodding questions. He is very cunning, he simply lacks the confidence to admit it, but he's quite valuable to Azul. He is also a perfectionist, a trait which Azul promptly exploits by making him the one in charge of cleaning up the Monstro Lounge, as Gambara cannot stand the sight of anything being out of place. When he isn't cleaning, he tends to the bar, his cocktails are very praised.
Background:
Coming from the slums of the Coral Sea, Gambara has spent his whole life knowing he wasn't worth as much as other merpeople, and was often picked on for being a cleaner shrimp merman, made to clean up after his classmates. His small size did not help either, but Gambara slowly got used to being pushed around, unable to even utter the word no.
It was really no surprise that he easily got roped in with Azul's shady business, especially considering Floyd suddenly taking a liking to him. He wouldn't leave the poor shrimp alone, and Gambara has found himself being Azul's little spy.
Hobbies: gardening
Pet peeves: People messing up his routine
Favourite food: lava cakes
Least favourite food: any fried foods
Likes: cleaning, rainstorms, eavesdropping, routines, planning
Dislikes: mud,arguing, sharks, Floyd, surprises
Talent: reading people
|Trivia
⟢Gambara's signature spell is "Clean Record". When Gambara touches another person (needs to be skin on skin, touching through clothes or gloves doesn't count) he will be able to access their deepest secrets
⟢ His voice gets very squeaky when he is nervous, which happens a lot when he tries to sing, resulting in him being a terrible singer.
⟢ He is terrified of Floyd, who has taken to stressing him out and playing with him out of boredom
⟢ he has previous bad experiences with shark merfolk, and he avoids them like the plague, along with any bigger merpeople
⟢ Gambara can be creepy at times, the amount of knowledge he has on other students and that he has memorized is worrisome.
⟢ he is a huge crybaby, others need to be very careful around him, and Azul finds it annoying as when he bursts into tears he tends to clam up and avoid speaking for minutes at a time
|Extra pages
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Coffin:
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Candy:
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[chibi in the works...]
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thesandsofelsweyr · 1 year ago
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What if I over stimulate AK Jay? Doing handjob
He wants me to stop but I keep soothing him to continue. Antidepressant medications can cause symptoms such as low sex drive
Unless he specifically asked for it, AK Jay probably isn't going to be into overstimulation. He's all about control, especially in the bedroom. Forcing him to keep going, to push him past the point where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable, is a sure-fire way to get him to storm out. It's just too much like the year he spent in Arkham, where Joker and his goons forced him to endure nonstop pain, and he was helpless to do anything about it 😞
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⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)
Now YOU on the other hand... he'll be more than happy to tie you up in red ropes shibari-style, like a Christmas present waiting for him under his tree; to hold your vibe against your clit, and watch you wriggle and writhe and buck and thrash, to ignore your begging and pleading and whimpering and crying, to force orgasm after orgasm after orgasm on you until you're too exhausted to fight anymore, until pleasure and pain have warped into one singular violent sensation that's burning you from the inside out, until your clit is throbbing, until your pussy's milked dry... Only then will he push open your trembling thighs and settle between them; he'll slide his tongue between your warm folds before taking your clit between his beautiful lips, and gently sucking the sting out of it until you're sopping wet again. Only then will he ask you if you're ready to go again, or if you want him to take you in his arms, to lavish you with kisses until you both drift asleep intertwined as one being 💖
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slut4thebroken · 1 year ago
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Chapter two: Helping Hand
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Pairing | Arkham Knight/Jason Todd × Bruce's daughter!reader
Summary | You can’t stop thinking about what might’ve happened to him, so he helps you take your mind off it.
Warnings | 18+, sexual content, angst, smut, unprotected sex, breeding, oral (fem receiving), kissing, thoughts about torture and sexual abuse, vomit, crying fluff, Jay is a sweetheart and I love him
Words | 4.9 k
Notes | Three things: 1. I don’t have much practice writing emotional smut so I’m sorry if it’s not very good😣 2. I’m pretty sure the Robin suit was bulletproof and that’s why he didn’t die… but we’re just gonna ignore that when his scars are mentioned lol 3. I could not for the life of me find a gif of AK!Jason’s face that was wide and not super tall so enjoy this one instead lmao
Ao3 link | <3
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Chapter one
You stood, frozen, a few feet from the door. After a moment, you snapped out of it, now very determined to escape. 
You maneuvered your legs through your arms until they were in front of you. Unsurprisingly, the knots are good. Jason’s always been good at them, in and out of the bedroom. You pulled on it with your teeth, trying to loosen it. When it didn’t work, you stopped, thinking of another way. 
You’ve seen your father do this only once, but he’s done it a few times before so how hard could it be?… You tried to remember how he positioned his hands, then took a deep breath. After a few seconds of trying to make yourself do it, you scoffed- questioning why you would even try it in the first place. 
“Nope- no. I can’t break my fucking thumb.” Instead, you found a knife in the kitchen and slowly started working it through the rope. It took way too long until it finally grew loose and fell to the floor, but once it did, you searched for a way out or a way to contact your father. After being unsuccessful, you sighed and sat on the couch. 
The door being slammed shut made you bolt up- you must’ve fallen asleep. Jason walked straight into his room, not even looking at you. 
“You have to let me contact him.” You said after he walked back out, now without his helmet. 
“No.” 
“You can’t just keep me here forever.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. 
“Don't tempt me, princess.”
“Jason, I’m serious.” He sighed and finally looked at you. 
“I don’t plan to. But until this is done, you’re staying here.” 
“What is this?” When he didn’t respond, you huffed. Then, “Does he know it’s you?” That made him freeze again. 
“He should, since he’s the world’s greatest detective, but we’ve long since learned he doesn’t live up to that title.” Good. If he knows it’s Jason then he probably won’t be as worried about you. 
“I need to let him know I’m okay so he can-“ You were about to say, so he can focus on stopping you and not on finding me. 
“So he can, what?” His voice made you stiffen- you've never heard him sound so menacing before. 
“N-nothing.” You said quietly, averting your gaze. You already knew he was giving you the “you better tell me right fucking now” look so you quickly changed the subject. “Are you going to kill him?” You asked quietly, scared of his answer. 
“Not yet. He needs to suffer more first, then I’ll kill him.” You stared at him in shock and this time he was the one to avert his gaze. 
“Jason, please. This is my dad we’re talking about. I don’t have anyone else.” 
“You have me.” He said quietly, making you frown. 
“You know that’s not what I mean.” He was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat and looked at you again. 
“He deserves to die. You moved on from me so easily, I’m sure you can do the same for him.” 
“What the hell are you talking about?” 
“I saw you.” 
“What?” 
“With Dick. I saw you.” He gritted, making you stiffen. 
“Whatever you think you saw, Jason, it wasn’t like that.” Your stomach twisted knowing that someone else other than Dick knew about that night. 
“Really? Because it seemed pretty clear that he was fucking you.” He said bitterly. You swallowed thickly and looked at your lap, remembering what had happened that night. 
It’s been a little over a year since you lost him. Dick was staying the night at the manor before heading back to Blüdhaven in the morning, that’s the only reason you even had this opportunity. He opened the door, hair messy, sweatpants low on his hips, and immediately invited you in when he saw your current state. 
“I- I can’t… Dick, I can’t anymore, it- it hurts so much. I don’t want it to hurt anymore, please.” You whimpered. His hand cupped your cheek, wiping your tears. 
“What do you want me to do?” He asked softly, gaze trailing over your face. 
“Make me forget. Please, I just need to not think about it for a little bit.” You whispered, tentatively placing your hands on his chest. 
“Are you sure?” Instead of answering, you placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He was frozen for a beat before reciprocating. Never breaking the kiss, he walked you toward his bed and gently laid you down, then crawled over you. The rest of the night was filled with soft moans, whimpers of his name, and you forcing your thoughts back to him every time they wandered. 
Afterwards, he laid next to you, both of you panting and staring at the ceiling. Without his touch, all of the thoughts came back full force and you recoiled away from him as you jolted up. You couldn’t even formulate a sentence but he seemed to understand when you gathered your pajamas and hurried back to your room. 
You felt sick to your stomach. You used your best friend to forget about your dead boyfriend- his brother. The rest of the night was filled with quiet sobs and silent apologies to Jason. 
“I know you won’t believe me, but it really wasn’t like that, Jay.” 
“I mean, I always figured you’d eventually move on to Dick. I didn’t think I’d have to die for that to happen though.” He scoffed bitterly. 
“That’s not what happened.” You said quietly, feeling nausea start to build in your stomach at the thought of you being the cause of some of his pain. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, eyes burning with unshed tears. 
“What, now you’re gonna cry? You’re a big girl, you made the decision to use my own brother as a fucking rebound, so deal with it.” He spat and you let out a quiet sob as you turned to face the other side of the room. He was right… After doing what you thought was going to make you feel better, you only felt worse. Now instead of thoughts of his death and the torture he might’ve endured, it was also about how you betrayed him. You could have picked anyone else on the planet, but you chose Dick. The person Jason felt has always gotten everything and more. The only person he was ever worried you would leave him for. 
“How long did you wait, huh?” His voice was much closer now and then you felt a hand in your hair, painfully pulling you to face him. 
“Or did this start before I was kidnapped?” He sneered. 
“No! No, it- it only happened once.” You sobbed, wishing you could turn your head away from him. “I thought… I thought he could help me.” 
“Help you?” He scoffed. 
“Yes! Because the love of my life was fucking murdered and for over a year, every single time I fell asleep or let my thoughts wander, my stupid fucking brain would make up things that might’ve happened to you since my dad didn’t let me see the video. So I was hoping that for just one fucking night, I wouldn’t have to think about that.” You yelled, tears streaming down your cheeks. His grip on your hair grew slack until his hand fell to his side. 
“And did he?” He asked quietly. 
“No.” A heavy silence filled the room and you looked down at your lap again. “I’m sorry, Jason.” You whispered. He sighed and started walking away. “You’re still mad at me?” The venom in your voice poorly masked your sadness. 
“No I’m not fucking mad at you! How can I be after that shit?” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. 
“It’s okay if you are.” You said softly, despite the fact that your chest ached at the thought. “Just don’t be mad at Dick, it wasn’t his fault.” He let out another heavy sigh and walked back over, sitting on the right side of the couch, as far away from you as possible. You stared at the scar on his face, feeling bile rise in your throat as you imagined him screaming and crying. Or maybe by then he had been so tired- so broken, that he couldn’t even scream. Clenching your jaw as your eyes started to burn again, you wished that Joker was still alive so you could kill him yourself.  
“Hey,”
“Huh?” You asked, moving your gaze to his eyes. Clearing your throat and willing the tears to disappear, you forced yourself to pay attention- to not let your thoughts wander again. 
“I asked if you’re okay.” 
“Oh. Yeah- sorry.” You lied, gaze straying back to the scar. How many other scars does he have now? Your eyes moved down to his body, imagining all of the places he could be permanently marred. 
“I’d make a joke about you undressing me with your eyes but you actually look like you’re about to start crying.” He chuckled dryly, making you look up at him again. 
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to look at the ground. 
A lot could’ve happened in over a year. So some of your made up scenarios are probably true. Was it only Joker or were there others? Did they only torture him physically and emotionally? Or did they torture him... sexually too? 
You could barely even finish the thought before bile was quickly rising up your throat, making you run to the bathroom. This wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten so nauseous thinking about what happened to him that you actually threw up. You slammed the door shut, not wanting him to see you like this, and once you finished throwing up you just sat on the floor and cried. You felt so fucking weak. And he probably needed you to be the strong one right now so you can help him with what he’s going through. 
A hand on your knee made you jump. Jason was sitting next to you, offering you a glass of water that you gratefully took to swish in your mouth and spit back out into the toilet before closing the lid and flushing it. 
“I’m sorry.” You croaked, not able to look at him. 
“If I knew it was going to be this hard on you I would’ve stayed away. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He pulled you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest as you tried to calm down. 
“What happened to you?” You whispered and he stiffened. 
“Baby, I don’t really think it’s the best idea for me to tell you. Just try not to think about it, okay?” 
“I can’t.” You whimpered. 
“How about I help you?” 
“How?” He didn’t respond. Instead, he helped you stand, got out an extra toothbrush and put toothpaste on it, then handed it to you. You took it and tiredly brushed your teeth, watching through the mirror as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your head as he waited. You leaned back into his body and let your eyes fall closed, focusing on his chest moving with each breath and his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your side. 
When you finished, he picked you up bridal style, making you release a startled giggle, and carried you into his bedroom. He gently set you on the bed, then started removing his tactile gear. You eyed him curiously until he was in just an undershirt and underwear. When he laid down next to you on his side, you mirrored the position. 
“However you want me to help, I will. Whatever you want. We can just lay here and talk to get your mind off it or I can help you another way.” He said softly, bringing a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, then cup your cheek. 
“I need you, Jay.” You whispered, eyes fluttering down to his lips. 
“Are you sure?” He rasped. 
“Please.” That was all it took for him to slowly move forward and press his lips to yours. The kiss was tentative, experimental, but quickly deepened. His hand moved to the back of your neck to hold you against him as you moved yours to fist his shirt, pulling him closer. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled you on top of him, his freehand rubbing up and down your back in soothing motions. 
“I missed you so much, baby.” He whispered against your lips, making you whine. When his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, you pulled back and ripped it over your head, then continued the kiss. Warm hands snaked up your back until he met your bra, effortlessly unclasping it and sliding it off your arms to the growing pile on the floor. You moved your hand to his cheek, gasping when you felt the raised skin. 
“I- I’m sorry. I forgot and it startled me.” You said nervously, worried you had upset him. 
“Don’t be sorry, princess.” You could tell he was being genuine. Leaning down slowly, you pressed a tentative kiss to the marred skin, watching his cheeks turn pink. 
“C’mere.” He mumbled, pulling you into another kiss. “I love you.” 
“I love you too. So much, Jay.” His smile was infectious and soon enough you were both sporting lovesick grins. He swiftly rolled both of you over, never breaking the kiss, and settled between your legs. Your hands made their way to his hair as he started trailing kisses down your neck, sometimes stopping to leave a mark. He quickly reached your chest and took your nipple into his mouth, groaning against you as his fingers stimulated the other one. When he was satisfied, he moved to the next one, giving it the same treatment. 
You did your best to just focus on the feel of him and not let your thoughts wander. But even though he was right here in your arms, you still had trouble believing this was real. 
“Am- am I…” He pulled up to look at you and you brought your hands down to his cheeks. “I’m so scared this is just another dream.” You whispered, gaze rapidly moving over his face, trying to re-memorize it just in case.  
“I’m real, baby. It’s really me.” He said softly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. Slowly leaning down, you felt his breath fan your lips for only a second before he was kissing you. Your grip tightened on his face, scared that if you let go, he’d disappear. After a moment, you pulled back, gasping and panting, keeping him close to you. Opening your eyes to find him already looking at you, you nodded, giving him permission to keep going. 
Jason continued his path down your chest and stomach until he reached your pants. He slowly dragged them down your legs, teasing you, and you tugged on his hair, expressing your impatience. He just chuckled and finished pulling them off, then placed his hands on your hips, tracing the fabric of your underwear with his thumbs. 
“I’ve always loved these. My second favorite pair.” He said quietly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Your hips bucked subconsciously and he looked at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. 
“Have you forgotten your manners?” He said with a smirk, making you blush. 
“…Please.” You muttered, embarrassed. When he didn’t move, you let out a needy whine. “Jay, please.” You pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. 
“How can I say no to that face?” He cooed, pulling your underwear off, then parting your legs and settling between them. When he licked his lips and let out a low groan, even your ears grew warm with a blush. 
“So fuckin pretty.” He said under his breath, moving onto his stomach. “Perfect.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh and you lightly tugged on his hair again. 
“Jay, stop teasing.” You frowned. 
“I’ve waited years for this. I’m taking my fucking time.” He growled. Despite his words, he slid his arms under your legs to pull you into him and immediately dove in, licking a slow stripe up your folds. 
“O- oh… Jay,” You said breathlessly, hips flinching when he let out a loud moan. Like a man starved, once he got a taste, he grew even more eager. He lapped up your arousal as he fucked his tongue inside of you, but when he moved up and sucked your clit into his mouth, you let out a strangled moan, pulling him against you by his hair. 
“Fuck! Oh my god… Jason,” You whimpered, unable to control the way your hips were rutting against his face. It felt as good as you remembered, maybe even better, and when a finger easily slid inside your drooling hole, all of your thoughts just completely vanished. 
“How’s that feel, princess?” He grumbled against your clit, making your hips buck toward the low vibrations. 
“Good- so fucking good, Jay.” You whined breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.” He inserted another finger, making your grip tighten in his hair as you threw your head back with a loud moan. The coil in your belly was so fucking tight and you prayed that because this was the first time in a while, he wouldn’t want to draw it out. 
“Close-“ You gasped out, tilting your head back up to look at him. His eyes were closed and brows furrowed as he repeatedly sucked your clit into his mouth, never stopping the motions of his fingers. 
“Come for me, baby. Please.” He all but moaned as his eyes flickered up to you. You held him tight against you as your hips maintained a steady rocking against his face. “C’mon I know you can. Let me taste you- I need it, sweetheart. Please.” How could you say no to that? He only had to suck your clit into his mouth once more before you were falling over the edge, feeling your entire body tremble beneath him. You sobbed out a moan, feeling so overwhelmed with emotions and feelings and him. But you never wanted to stop. You wanted to live in this moment with him forever, just feeling close to him and nothing else. 
As you came down from your orgasm and grew sensitive, you knew he wouldn’t stop, so you pulled on his hair, trying to remove his mouth from your overstimulated clit. 
“Jay- Jay, baby, please.” You gasped out, hips twitching in a useless attempt to escape the overstimulation. He reluctantly pulled back and you watched with half lidded eyes as he removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, cleaning them. You whimpered at the erotic sight. 
“I hope you know that now that I have a taste for it again, I’m gonna have my mouth on that cunt at least once a day.” He smirked, making your cheeks flush. 
“You’re so crude.” 
“No,” He scoffed, “you’re just easily flustered. Now. Speaking of getting a taste for things again, if I don’t get my cock in you right now, I’m gonna explode.” He said as he moved up your body until he was leaning over you. You smiled, trailing your hands down his back and grabbing the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head, but it quickly faded as you got a glimpse of his torso. Your eyes started burning as you examined all of the scars, ranging from knife wounds to a bullet hole. 
Two fingers grabbed your chin and tilted your head up as he lowered his body until his chest was pressed to yours so you couldn’t see. But the damage was already done. 
“Hey,” He said softly, moving his hand to cup your cheek. “Just focus on me and the moment. That’s all that matters, okay? Just us, nothing else.”
“I know… I’m sorry. I feel so stupid getting this upset about it when I’m not even the one who experienced it.” You let out a dry laugh, looking to the side. You really did feel stupid because of this and you hated it. It’s not like you. 
“That’s not stupid. If someone did even a quarter of the stuff to you that he did to me, I would kill them in a heartbeat- Actually not a heartbeat. I’d cut off all their limbs and then just let them bleed out to really make them suffer.” You looked at him again and couldn’t help the way the corners of your lips turned up. “The point is, I would feel the same way. I’d probably also cry if I thought about it too much. So no, it’s not stupid.” 
“I just- I feel so weak. And you probably need me to be strong right now after what you went through.” 
“I’ve made my peace with it… Mostly. And I didn’t come back because I needed you to be strong for me, I came back because without you, I don’t have anything. Being away from you was probably the worst part- and I know it was selfish of me to force myself back into your life and open old wounds but when have you ever known me to be selfless?” He chuckled lightly and you scoffed at his words. 
“You’re the most selfless person I’ve ever met.” 
“That’s debatable. Point is, I just need you. Nothing else.” You gave him a small smile and snaked your hand around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. When you almost immediately pulled away, he tried to chase your lips, making you chuckle breathlessly. 
“I love you, Jason Todd. More than anything.” The smile he gave you made your stomach flutter and your chest ache- you missed that smile so damn much. “Enough cheesy stuff. If you don’t put your cock in me right now I’m going to explode.” He barked out a laugh which just made your stomach flutter and chest ache even more. 
“Yes, ma’am.” He said sarcastically, quickly throwing off his underwear and climbing back over you. The blunt head of his cock brushed your opening and you took in a sharp breath, waiting eagerly. He dragged the tip through your folds, coating it in your arousal and his spit, and you let out a low whine as you squirmed. 
“Please?” You pouted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his hips. He didn’t respond. Instead, he applied more pressure until the head of his cock breached your hole, making your breath hitch. His brows furrowed as his mouth opened in a silent moan and he let his head hang down. 
“Jesus- fuck. Squeezing me so fuckin tight, baby, I’m not gonna last.” He said through a moan. To be fair, you didn't expect him to. You don’t know what he’s been doing since he escaped, but you figured it wasn’t having sex. 
“I don’t care. Please just fuck me, Jay, I need it.” You whined, making him let out what sounded like a whimper. 
“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna bust right fuckin now.” He gritted, opening his eyes to look at you. You did your best to hide your smirk as you purposefully clenched around his length, making his hips stutter forward, pushing in a little more.  When he saw your poorly concealed smirk, he narrowed his eyes. “You’re a fuckin tease, you know that?” 
“Yeah well I like seeing you blush like that.” You looked up at him through your lashes with a teasing glint in your eyes and he placed a hand on your neck. 
“You wanna keep teasing me and see what happens? Or do you want me to fuck you.” He asked, squeezing the sides of your neck lightly. When you huffed and looked away from him, you could practically feel his smirk. “That’s what I thought.” 
He moved his hips again, not stopping until he was completely buried inside you. You let out a ragged breath as you struggled to adjust to his size- honestly it felt like he was all the way up your stomach and you knew that he was. You knew that if you looked down, you’d be able to see where his cock was bulging your stomach. And you really fucking missed that feeling. 
“Now you’re speechless, huh?” He smirked. You glared at him, but it quickly softened as your face twisted in pleasure when he slowly started moving out. He dragged his cock back until only the tip was inside, then slowly forced it back in. You whined as he kept up the slow pace, but deep down you were a little grateful that he knew and respected the fact that you’d need some time to adjust, especially after all this time without it. 
He removed his hand, then suddenly dropped his head into your shoulder, kissing and biting the skin before moving up to your neck to suck the skin in his mouth, leaving even more marks. You couldn’t hold down the embarrassing sounds crawling up your throat, but they only spurred him on. His pace increased slightly and the first unexpected thrust knocked the breath out of you. 
“Missed you so fucking much.” He muttered against your skin. “Thought about you every day- about coming home to you… You kept me alive.” He whispered the last part hesitantly and you let out a choked sob from his words. You wished you could say the same, but you were under different circumstances. You lost the love of your life and if you’re being completely honest, there were parts of it where you truly wanted to die just to have a break from your emotions. 
“I love you.” Was all you could think of to say. He pulled back to look at you, thrusts never slowing. 
“I love you, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.” You pulled him down into another kiss, eagerly chasing his lips as the pace of his thrusts increased even more. He reached a hand down to your clit, making you release a muffled moan into his mouth before pulling back. 
“God- I’m not gonna last long either.” You said through a breath, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter. 
“I need you to come with me. Can you do that, princess?” He rasped, cupping your cheek again and moving his gaze back and forth between your eyes. You nodded with a whimper and he gave you a proud smile. “Good girl. Just gotta hold it a little longer, okay?” You let out a loud moan from his praise as your walls fluttered around his cock, making him hiss. But despite that, you did your best to hold it, wanting to come with him. 
It didn’t take him long before his thrusts were becoming erratic and frenzied, rutting into you as he desperately chased his orgasm. 
“Don’t pull out.” You whispered. You figured he wouldn’t since he said “come together,” but you wanted to be sure. 
“Fuck,” He choked out, hips snapping into you as he neared his orgasm. “I won’t, princess. Gonna fill you up nice and good- give you what you want. But you need to ask for it nicely.” His words were strained as he tried to stave off his incoming release. You wanted to whine and hide your face instead of saying it, but you were rapidly approaching the edge and you didn’t want to draw it out any longer. 
“Jay, please. Need you to fill me up- I need it so bad.” Your whine turned into a sob as you clenched down on him again. 
“Good girl. Good fucking girl. You ready?” You nodded eagerly, trying to hold it until he actually gave you the word. Only a few thrusts later, he choked out, “Come with me, baby. Come now.” That was all you needed to let the knot of arousal in your stomach snap. His lips pressed to yours, muffling your cries and moans as his hips stuttered to a stop, now only bucking forward sporadically, trying to bury his length impossibly deeper inside of you. Using your legs and arms, you pulled his body completely against yours as you savored the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, filling you up. 
When he pulled away, you both were panting, trying to catch your breath. He rolled you over again, never removing his cock, and had you lay on top of him completely, letting you rest your head on his chest. 
“I love you.” He murmured, planting a kiss on the top of your head. 
“I love you.” You responded, in the same tone, then placed a kiss on his chest. You could see some of his scars with the way you were laying, so you let your eyes fall shut, but even then, you didn’t think of it. For the first time in years, you just felt truly content. So content that your brain was satisfied not knowing what happened. You just prayed it stayed like that and wasn’t only because of postcoital bliss. 
When he brought a hand up to run through your hair, you snuggled into his chest even more and kissed him again, before letting yourself relax completely. 
Chapter three
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yuzuocha · 9 months ago
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THE HORRORS OF GACHA. [HC]
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gacha they would play and how they play. this is based off of the gachas i played, so apologies kek
warnings ‣ uhhahahha this may or may not be completely self-indulgent because i need writer motivation juice to finish up my more serious fics — enjoy this semi-crack hc that prolly makes zero sense
lmao (inspired from moot @anxiousgoddest bc this is kinda crack-ish) also my xavier bias may have leaked a bit too much in this lol. or maybe its just my proseka and ak bias bc i haven't played hsr in a while and it shows
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xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ・project sekai
— you didn't think he'd get into project sekai to THIS extent.
— you piqued his curiosity when he heard you spewing out curses such as 'I FLICKED THAT' or 'OH, ONE GREAT? YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING' from the floor above his apartment.
— later on a date in destiny café he asked you what game made you fume like so. after a couple of minutes of embarrassed apologies and silent profanities at your apartments' thin walls, you told him about project sekai and its game mechanics.
— "tapping to the beat is very simple in concept, but it gets difficult?" you nod.
— "is it free to download?" you nod vigorously. caleb doesn't play it anymore and tara focuses on toya more than the actual game itself. you'd kill to have a buddy to discuss one of your favorite games, especially if xavier is that person in question.
— you two ended up skipping the claw machinery for plushies in favor of staying in the café and playing project sekai. you did slightly dread about how long you had to wait for him to catch up to you in terms of skill, rank and unlocked songs, however.
— "why is the speed so slow? oh, i can change it?"okay, maybe you don't have to wait as much.
— "i just have to skim through the archives to get the items needed to unlock songs, right?" huh, he's getting to know the ropes quickly.
— "i'll choose this one." he chooses expert and you almost laugh. while expert isn't difficult per se, it's nothing short of impossible to a rhythm game beginner, right?
— WRONG, WRONG, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY WRONG.
— aside from the beginning where he hit a lot of greats and missed a couple of notes, he was improving by the second while playing the chart and ended with a combo in the hundreds.
— "this is pretty fun and helps with hand-eye coordination," he said as he full combo'ed the song on his second day of playing.
— "the game said i unlocked something called 'ranked matches'. what is that?" day three.
— "i've full combo'ed intense voice on expert, it was very fun." week one.
— god dammit, just why does he have to be good at everything besides cooking and staying awake ??? not even a month in and he got the 'mad skillz' achievement, something that took you over six months to get.
— now he plays it while you're at the meow café playing kitty cards, and your urge to throw your phone across Linkon City has only increased with the amount of all perfects and full combos he piled up.
— it didn't help that his gacha luck was so good despite him being so disinterested in the cards too. you still haven't forgiven him for pulling the entire colorful festival banner within 30 pulls while you got nothing from over 200...
ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ・arknights
— it all started when you were too lazy to reach for your phone and took zayne's instead to search something up. you got distracted by the small amount of apps and tabs he had until you came across an icon that looked surprisingly familiar... a fourteen year old girl with brown hair and ears? arknights??
— you bolted to your phone to immediately send a picture of this monstrosity to caleb, but damn zayne's good vision and movements — you couldn't even touch your phone. never have you seen zayne so flustered; he must've known you were planning to frame him over an app with an underaged girl as its icon despite you knowing the contents of said game.
— you had to stifle your laughter while zayne was explaning why the game was on his phone as if he was presenting a medical thesis — that much detail should suffice.
— according to zayne, he's actually someone who played this game ever since its release. he liked the strategic aspect of it and it was a stress reliever of sorts.
— he also played it because the main plot device for arknights, originium, reminded him of you and protocores, but he won't ever admit to this.
— post-interrogation (?), you took a look at zayne's account; and for someone who claimed that it was just a casual stress reliever, the claim was absolutely ridiculous.
— level 120. all medals obtained. all stories, challenge modes and game modes cleared. all of the operators maxed out and mastered. the six star operators only had the necessary potentials and masteries too — was he a cardiac surgeon or an arknights dev??
— also, just what about arknights is relaxing?? it's notoriety for its difficult gameplay amongst gacha games was nothing to sneeze at, and zayne's a doctor in real life! why in the fucking hell would he want to take a break from his job by playing as a doctor?!
— you ended up surmising that normies couldn't possibly understand geniuses.
ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ・star rail
— you two were waiting for the release together ever since the pre-registering and beta testing, let's be real.
— but GOD, rafayel's so laughably terrible at this game despite it not requiring much skill.
— what's even worse is that he's a whale. a big one.
— even when you explained how seele was destined to fail in long-term meta due to her gimmick's trigger conditions, rafayel slammed his credit card down for her, claiming it was "good investment" and that you were just one of those meta-haters.
— and fastforward to addition of the newer characters, you completely steamrolled rafayel's claim. granted, seele was hardly what you'd consider as terrible by any means. but to rafayel, who plays with quote in quote "only the best of the best", it was pretty funny seeing him scowl at DHIL a couple months later.
— seele's been gathering dust since, by the way.
— rages over chests. he couldn't find that one chest at cloudford and the divination commission and he was about to break his pc. this ain't even genshin with hundreds of chests per region. though, in his defense, cloudford was really annoying with all of the contraptions, and it was easy to get lost in the divination. no seriously fuck that shit
— don't get me fucking started with simulated universe. while he eventually learned how to manage through the stages, the process in getting there was quite painful for him to experience and for you to watch.
— one thing that didn't change, though, was his ridiculous luck in terms of artifact-pulling. crit rate, crit damage, energy regeneration, atk increase – you're convinced the game knows that rafayel's a huge spender and they're rewarding him for his services.
— well, he'll manage somehow, even with his all-dps team with zero sustain or support. heh.
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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago
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Punishment: Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader
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GIF IS NOT MINE
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It’s been less than a day when Chibs finds you. He knows what can happen in the space of a few hours, the damage that can caused. It drives him, it makes him relentless, ruthless, merciless. The blood he’s shed in your name should frighten him, but it doesn’t because he would do anything to have you back in his arms and away from this part of his life. You were never meant to see the violence; you were never meant to endure it.
He sees similar inclinations from his brothers. The men whose affairs you have take care of, the ones whose secrets you have kept, the ones that you have fought for.
Out of them all it’s Tig that understands the recklessness of his actions. He tells him as much when he uses pliers to tear the teeth out of that IRA bastard’s mouth, it takes three before they get the information they need. Chibs would raze this town to the fucking ground if it meant keeping you safe and Tig would help salt the earth afterwards.
It’s bad. Worse than he could have imagined. He tries to keep his shit together but when he sees the mess they’ve made of your back, it feels like he’s been eviscerated. He can’t fucking breath past the taste of copper on his tongue. His gaze strays to the bullwhip, neatly bundled up on the empty crates that used to contain their AK 47s, your blood still encrusted on the thongs of the device.
It’s Tig that cuts you down, the rope fraying away from the wooden beam of the barn as Chibs cups your face in his hands, his thumbs ghosting over the mascara that’s trailed down your cheeks. You hiss through your teeth as the rope breaks and you fall into the shelter of his chest, the remnants of your silk blouse barely preserving your dignity.
It’s the cruelty of the punishment that jars Filip, and he knows it could have only have come from Galen. He thinks the other man who would have known exactly what he was doing when he inflicted each and every lash upon your fragile skin. He’s been witness to something like this before, back in Ireland when one of the Sons over there had been caught with one of the King’s underage daughters. He knows there’s an apprehension in the agony and sometimes that’s worse than the actual affliction.
He knows that this is a personalised message, and he knows it’s meant for him. This lashing it wasn’t meant to kill you. It’s like the scars on his face, you’re meant to bare the marks for the rest of your life, to look in the mirror and know that you’re only crime was loving a man who lived on the wrong side of the law.
He wants the cunt dead; he wants everyone who participated in your torture fucking dead. He wants to burn every single one of those fuckers alive and hear their screams echo into the night. You whimper and he cradles you to his chest, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as he whispers the tenderest words into your hair. Your fist grips the leather of his kutte, the strength of your grasp surprises him as he bows his head so that he can hear the words you whisper in his ear.
“Make him fucking bleed.”
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lilithism1848 · 1 year ago
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What are some advice you give to a young communist?
Hit the gym.
Delete time-waster social media (Facebook, Instagram, etc.) - organize face-to-face with real people. A bit of political discourse online is fine.
Arm yourself. Get guns, and learn how to shoot them. Don't get museum items because "Mosins are cool" or some nonsense, get whatever combat-worthy AR and sidearm is a military standard in your geographic region, depending on where you are that's probably something like an M16, G36, AK-12, or AK-47.
Organize with trustworthy individuals. In case of civil war or anti-socialist genocide, you need people you can rely on (and the reactionaries WILL eventually come for people like us in the West, capitalists never give up without a fight).
Organize a meeting point where you will meet your comrades in case of conflict.
Get good military-grade or better marching/combat boots and always have a full bug-out bag ready. Long-lasting rations for at least a few days, water filter/purification equipment, first aid kit, sleeping equipment, heat blanket, tinder and mechanical lighter, tarp, basic tools like knife, are, rope, etc. (try and stay below 10kg weight without water, add as much water as you can comfortably carry). Do regular training marches with your simulated backpack (10km with 10kg of weight minimum).
Study how to organize at work and build a mutual aid network. Help found unions.
Focus hard on education. The better educated you are the better.
Society is not ready for revolution, yet. So, get a great career that makes money. Yes, participating in capitalism is good, actually. Become as rich and powerful as possible. Make use of all the tools capitalism gives you. Preferably find a collectively owned business but don't be shy about participating in capitalism. Use the power and money you gain along the way to fund and support revolutionaries.
Always remember: It is not your personal responsibility to change the world or jeopardize your own wellbeing by acting according to ideals nobody else shares. As long as you don't personally stand in the way of revolution, your priority should be bettering your own life. Societal change can only be achieved at a societal level, personal responsibility is a liberal myth. Lead the best life you can while promoting socialism.
I know that some of this sounds like paranoid prepper bs and LARPing and will continue to feel like LARPing the entire time until the revolution starts but if you are a revolutionary communist you need to be ready... this is part of any revolution.
Know these "funny" videos where right-wingers stand in a line and make Nazi salutes then "train" by doing 10 push-ups before falling over wheezing, then trying to march in a line completely out of tune with each other while some skinny guy with a swastika tattooed on his face is swinging an SS flag? Yeah, those idiotic-looking guys are more organized more disciplined, and more committed than the overwhelming majority of self-proclaimed Marxist-Leninists in the West.
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amazingmsme · 11 months ago
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how do you think it would go if Pete, Ruth, Richie, Steph and Grace had a tickle fight 👀 like who would win, who would get ganged up on, stuff like that!
I know you’ve gotten a lot of npmd aks, so if you aren’t in the mood to write for them, which is totally understandable, what about this but with the tgwdlm office group!
I will never ever tire of getting any kind of Hatchetfield asks! It’s been a fave fandom of mine for a long time & people are finally giving it the love it deserves! Whether that be because they just found the fandom or the new show rekindled the love, I couldn’t be happier about all the npmd & Hatchetfield asks!
I feel like Grace & Ruth would start it. Grace is the spear header of the plan & ropes Ruth in either of her own free will or by threatening to wreck her first. I think they all have a pretty fair shot at winning, & they’ve all won at least once but I think Steph is most likely to win because she’s got so much fire & I feel like she’d lowkey be a sore loser so she MAKES herself win no matter the cost. If she’s feeling nice she’ll team up with Pete & share the victory. Despite how ticklish he is, I think Richie has a pretty good shot at winning! He gets real excited about it & has such an unhinged energy about him, I feel like he’d pull out all the stops! He’s got the power of God and Anime on his side, after all. Poor Ruth usually never wins unless she teams up with someone stronger, but that’s because she doesn’t necessarily want to win, she just wants to have fun with her friends! Grace is similar in the fact that she doesn’t care about winning, she just wants to cause a bit of wholesome chaos!
Now for the office crew, ft. Emma because she visits Paul during his lunch which just so happens to be when these tickle fights break out
Ted & Charlotte absolutely DOMINATE these office tickle fights! Charlotte is usually the one to start them, unless Bill is feeling particularly silly & fun. Sometimes he teams up with Char to put Ted in his place or get Paul to cut loose. If Emma happens to walk in during all of this, then she’ll come to Paul’s aid & help him win. Sometimes Ted will instigate it & team up with Bill. Unless he wants to wreck Bill, then he’ll seek out Paul’s help. But yeah, Charlotte & Ted are the ones who win the most, but that’s just ‘cause they’re the office’s resident lers, despite their own ticklish weaknesses lol
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punks-never-die205 · 2 months ago
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hi, I'm sorry for this (long) aks but me and my friend just had this super random thought about how to get back at the big four after they've been embarrassing you in front of others? Cause the only thing i could come up with was obviously refusing sex (but that would also be punishment for myself 😅) while my friend thought tying them to the bed promising some hot time only to just tickle them (which i think wouldn't work) or have them watch you pleasuring yourself without release for them. What do you think would be a good idea?
Oh that's a tough one.
Cause yeah, you don't want to punish yourself, but also there's not enough ropes or chains to save you if you effectively edge them by getting yourself off and then denying them.
I think Heat and Kid would be ticklish, but I don't think Killer and Wire really are. You could edge them again and again and let them know it's because they embarrassed you. But I wouldn't recommend leaving them unsatisfied after that.
Maybe just get them off once and then leave them to stew a bit. >.>
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yahuanbk · 1 year ago
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Some time ago I saw a post about Team niches and one example was about Warrior cats. After extensive research (cheking the AK and WC wiki for names), I present thee, the (my) Ultimate Arknights Warrior Cats Names Tierlist!!
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Now, I don't know how many people actually know about WC but what you need to know for this tierlist is that in Warrior Cats, cats belong to Clans and have a name that changes from Kit to Aprentice to Warrior, and sometimes to Leader. Though, there are other kind of cats with different name conventions (I'll explain it when it appears).
The regular naming convention is [main name/relevant trait/desciptor] + [another part]. For example: Firekit, Firepaw, Fireheart and Firestar.
FLAMETAIL MY BELOVED: this is the Flametail rank, absolute perfection, follows the naming convention AND is an official Warriors name, what else could you ask for?
WARRIOR CAT CERTIFIED: Official Warriors name, it's just that the naming convention is not perfect... but it's official so what can I do...
A NAME IN WARRIOR CATS (BUT NOT A WARRIOR NAME): Midnight is a female (friendly) badger, Breeze is a Tribe name (other kind of cat group with different naming convention, her full name would be "Breeze that rustles the leaves"), Haze is a cat from the group.
WARRIOR CAT APPROVED: names that could be real Warriors names... some more than other... Cliffheart, Frostleaf, Mudrock and GreyThroat are good examples. Blue Poisen, Flamebringer, Rock rock are... not so good.
HALF A REAL WARRIORS NAME: they got hall right! If only they had a second part. I put Schwarz here because it's Black in german but I didn't put La Pluma before but... if cats can understand german, they can understand spanish.
COULD BE BUT NOT IN SPIRIT: names that could be but they either don't follow the naming conventions or the names wouldn't be real.
COULD BE A NAME, JUST NOT A WARRIORS NAME: names that wouldn't be so odd if a random (Non-clan cat) had it but it's NOT official (yet). Most as lone cats, but Mountain specially as a Tribe cat (it's really odd that it isn't already a Mountain in WC).
KITTYPET: pet/house cat names.
THAT'S JUST A NAME: honestly, here is most people. Some could be placed on other tiers, specially cases like Siege, Conviction or Penance that could go to "Does a cat even know what is this???" But I don't know, they aren't funny enough to be there and maybe cats do know how to Siege?
TWOLEGS NAME: human names. Imagine a fight like "You can't defeat me Fireclaw!" "Yes I can, Jessica!"
DOES A CAT EVEN KNOW WHAT IS THIS???: Lancet-2, the - included! 12F, that's not even a name! Beagle. A courier... for cats... because cats have mail... Meteor(ite), because they call cats "monsters" and of course would know that a falling rock from outer space is a Meteor(ite)! Dobbermann. Rope, because cats need them! Gummy, Croissant, Pudding and Tequila, because they know and it them regularly! Texas, because they know geography! Ptilopsis and Glaucus, honestly, I can expect cats to know german and spanish, but Latin??! W. Manticore, of course, mythology! FEater. Bison and Carnelian, at least they are not dogs but still, they are cats. Mr. Nothing, Gnosis, Erato, Minimalist, Cantabile, because they know human/science/art concepts! Specter, Phantom and Elyssium could be, they have a Heaven and hell concpet with literal ghost cats but, this erminology especifically... Yeah... and Asbestos and Cement........ Eyjafjalla. (Sorry Plat and Company but it started to get too long)
???: Lou Xiaohei and the Terra Research Commission... I mean... they are technically warriors... and cats... therefore Warrior Cats... technically... should I move them to the "Could be but not in spirit"?????
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