#shes behind my chair whining and barking right now

[galactic-knightmare]

My dog normally : calm, sleeping in one of her multiple favorite spots, not really caring if I exist or not My dog after I cook food : DAD GIVE ME SOME I'M STARVING DAD MY BOWL IS EMPTY (its not) I DEMAND SOME OF YOUR MACARONI GIMME GIMME GIMME

[theboysfromaustin]

March 10, 2011

Gav was headed to Hobby Town, up towards Pflugerville.  Ian had taken Kazuo to go his prosthetic checked out for possible replacement, and they'd told him he should go do something fun.  So he was going to look at LEGO and model trains, then probably Dollar Tree to peruse their selection of Matchbox and Hot Wheels.

 He'd taken Lamar to avoid the bullshit on MoPac.  It was mid-morning, surprisingly quiet.  He spotted something ahead, something large at the side of the road, halfway into the overgrown sidewalk in front of an empty lot.

He figured it was something that fell off a truck or trailer, but as his car approached, he could see it wasn't a thing.

It was a dog.

Shit, he pulled up behind the dog, hazards on.  He got out, approaching.  It was a young Collie, laying still, blood on its coat, front legs obviously badly broken.  “Hey, buddy…” The dog raised its head weakly, sides heaving, panting and nervous.  Gav knelt down, “Good dog.  Easy, puppy.  I…” He looked back towards his Civic, stood, and opened the trunk and the back door.

There was a blanket spread across the back seat for Martha, and multiple blankets in the trunk.  He grabbed a thick one, going back to to dog, spreading the blanket over him.  He whined, staring at Gav.  “It’s okay, boy.  I’m gonna get you into my car, and to the vet.  You’re safe with me, I…I’m gonna do everything for you.”  He could now.  Ian paid him extremely well, and he knew…

He knew Ian and Kazuo would chip in without being asked if it came to it.

That’s just how they were.

“Alright, puppy.  I’m gonna lift, and you’re gonna lay on the blanket.  Then we’re goin’ to Martha’s vet on Burnet.  They’ll treat you right,” Gav steeled himself, knowing he might get bitten.  If he did, he’d deal with it later.  He’d never been bitten by a dog or cat, and he’d….

He’d cared for hundreds of dying animals, giving them love in their last moments.  Dying fighting dogs, dying pets who’d been ditched in garbage bags…dead animals whose stories he didn’t know.  He lifted, the Collie yelping.  Gav was tiny, and the dog weighed at least 40 pounds, but he’d retained the strength from his days digging animal graves in Detroit, “Sorry!  I’m gonna set you down here.  Good boy.  I love you.”

“What do you think Gav’s up to?” Kazuo studied the stump where his leg used to be.  “He probably went out looking for LEGO.  He’s been looking at some of the really expensive sets.” “It’s nice watching him build.  I feel like that’s when he’s at his most relaxed.”

Gav was tense as he turned into the veterinarian’s parking lot, “We’re here, buddy.  Gonna get you some help.”  The dog’s breathing was shallow as Gav carefully picked him up, pushing through the doors.  “I need…help…I found him…hit by a car.” “We’re gonna take him back, have a look - um, do you consent to - “ “Anything.  Anything to help him.” “Alright.  It might be a while.” “That’s fine,” Gav settled into one of the chairs, pulling his phone out.

Ian looked down as his phone dinged.  Kazuo reattached his leg, standing, “What’s up?” “We might…have a new dog…?” “What happened?” “Gav’s at the vet, found a Collie dog that was hit by a car.” “At least it’s not another cat?” “Yeah, but…Martha.  I know she ignores dogs when we’re out, which is weird for a pit bull, but she might not be too thrilled with another dog in her house.” “We’ll have to see,” Kazuo put his hand on Ian’s shoulder as they went to check out.

Ian thought for a moment, “You know…if nobody claims him, you know who might want a dog?  Maureen.  She had a Collie growing up.  She has all those Albert Payson Terhune books from when she was a kid.” “Oh, you’re a smart guy.  Let’s wait ‘til we see this dog.  Um…you wanna go to Bark ‘n Purr, get some more dog supplies?” “You’re a soft, soft man,” Ian hugged him gently, “Yeah, let’s do that.”

“Sir?”

Gav looked up.  “We’ve scanned the dog for a chip, and he has none.  There are no reports for a missing Collie in the state for the past year, and he’s in pretty rough shape, so I don’t think anyone’s looking for him.” “Poor guy…um, how is…?” “Both forelegs were severely broken, and may not heal fully..” “Oh my.  How will he…?” “We’ve fitted a temporary cart to him, so he’ll be mobile.  If he needs one when healed, we’ll fit a new one.” “Alright.  When can I take him?” “He’s up from anesthesia, we just need to monitor for a bit.  His cart should fit in your trunk, but you’ll have to help him in and out of the cart to sleep and rest.”

“Okay…” Gav stared at his feet.  He was nervous about bringing another dog home.  He knew Ian and Kazuo understood.

“Well…collar, lead, bowls, bed, and beef bones for both him and Martha.” “You’re soft, Ian.” “I know,” he looked to Martha, “You’re going to have a brother, at least for a bit.” She ignored him, settling onto her giant, fluffy bed with her new bone.  “Well,” Kazuo flopped onto the couch, “We just gotta wait.  What’s for dinner?” “Kraft macaroni.  With hot dogs,” Ian settled himself into Kazuo’s lap.

“Fancy.”

“You love cheesy wieners,” Ian nuzzled his neck.  “Heh,” Kazuo sighed happily, “I do.  I'm Midwestern trash.” 

“Mr. Mitsuwa-Gabriel?”

Gav looked up.  A vet tech had appeared, carrying the Collie, who still looked out of it, “You can take him.  He'll be a bit groggy for a while.  I can take him to your car.  “Thank you.  The back's all set up.”

Martha perked up, heading for the garage door.  Ian looked over from the counter, where he was chopping hot dogs, “Think red’s home.” Kazuo got up from the table where he was drawing, going to open the door.  “Thanks, honey,” Gav carried in the dog - who weighed about half of what he did - immediately noting the brand new dog bed.

He settled him in, “Easy, buddy.” Martha marched right up, tail wagging stiffly.  “Ah, damn -” Gav reached for her, then paused as she sniffed, then licked the confused, half-stoned Collie right up the center of his face.  “Huh…” “She likes him,” Kazuo shrugged.  “That's good,” Ian started cooking pasta.

Martha settled into her bed, watching the other dog, who sighed, shutting his eyes.  “Are his legs okay, or do we have a dog version of me?” “Don't know yet.  He's got a cart so he can move.  It's in the trunk.” Kazuo knelt, stroking the dog’s fur, “He looks like Lassie.  Does he have a name?”

“Well…” Gav shifted, “I didn't give him one, because I didn't know if we could keep him.” “Is anybody looking for him?” Ian leaned on the counter.  “Not according to the vet.” “You know…” Ian stirred the pot, “Maureen might like him.  Been a long time since she's had a dog.”

“Maureen had a dog?”

“When she was a girl.  A Collie, blue merle named Pigeon.  It might be good for her to have a dog.” “Huh…” Gav went to the garage to retrieve the cart, “Um…if she wants him…that's okay with me.  Maureen’s a good person, I know she'll treat him right.” Ian held his arm out, Gav immediately cuddling him, “You're a kind man.  We love you.” Gav smiled, leaning on Ian.

The Collie sighed deeply, dozing off.  Kazuo stood, hugging Gav, “Keep being sweet.” Gav kissed first Kazuo, then Ian, “I'm going to text Maureen.” “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Ian poured the hot dogs in.  Kazuo went to grab bowls as Gav went to take a photo of the injured dog, who was sleeping.

He returned to the table, typing away.  

Maureen looked up from her computer as her phone buzzed.  She was working late, finishing some documentation, and was nearly done.  The text was from Gav, with a photo of a dog, Hi Maureen.  I found this dog today, vet says nobody’s looking for him.  He’s injured and may require a cart  even once he heals.  Ian said you might be interested in having a dog again.

She studied the photo - it was a young Collie, obviously banged up, but with a fine bone structure and deep, soulful eyes.  Maureen thought back to her childhood dog, Pigeon.  It might be nice to have a dog again - Shirley had been very allergic to dogs, as allergic to them as Ian was to cats.  

She began typing.

“Macaroni time!” Ian began dishing out heaping bowls of cheesy pasta, grimacing as Kazuo began pouring on parmesan, “Why.” “You're already serving macaroni, might as well cheese it up.” “You might be sleeping with the dogs,” Gav grabbed a bowl, as well as Ian’s, setting them on the table.  His phone chimed, pulling it out once he was seated.

Gav smiled a bit sadly, “She’ll take him.  She's leaving work and will be by.” “You're okay with that?” Ian sat, scooting the parmesan away from Kazuo.  “Yeah.  I think she might be a bit lonely at home sometimes.  He’ll be good for her.” Ian squeezed his hand gently, “You're a good man.” Kazuo reached over to squeeze his shoulder, “You're doing a good thing for her.”

Gav knew he was.  He was a dog person, and knew the Collie would be treated like a prince if she treated him the way she treated himself, Ian and Kazuo.  The dog shifted, getting more comfortable in the bed.  He liked the men.  The other man…the before man, had kicked him out of a car.

His before family had ignored him.  He’d been left outside, and they'd yelled at him a lot.  Then after he’d been thrown out, another car had hit him and left him.

Then the tiny man had found him.

The Collie watched the three men, too tired to really move.  His eyes flicked over to the other dog, who was gnawing on a bone.  She seemed calm and healthy, confident.  He rested his head back on the bed.  It was nice to not be anxious.

Gav glanced over to check on the dogs.  Martha was occupied and the Collie had shifted himself slightly, quietly observing the room.  “He’s waking up.” Kazuo leaned over, “Yeah, he’s looking better.” “Hey, puppy,” Ian clicked his tongue, the dog cocking his head.

“Well, his hearing’s good at least.  The legs worry me.” “Dogs are pretty adaptive, aren't they?” Kazuo tapped his prosthetic, “Like humans.  They can do just fine with the proper equipment.” “I suppose,” Gav finished his bowl, “I’m gonna grab his cart.” 

Martha perked up, bone clenched in her teeth.  She got up, trotting towards the front door as Maureen opened it.  “Hello, boys!” “Mum!” “Hey, ma.  You want some hot dog macaroni?” “Sounds good,” she entered the living room, stopping, “Oh my…” The Collie’s tail thumped his bed.  Maureen knelt down, letting him sniff her hand as Gav brought the cart in.

“Hey, Maureen!” “Hello, Gav.  You found a real nice dog,” she scratched the Collie’s ears, “It’ll be nice to have a dog again.  Shirley was allergic.” Ian nodded, “And your neighbor had that little terrier that loved her.” “Yeah.  Skipper.  God, he got in that time we were smoking and fell asleep in her lap.” Ian laughed, getting a bowl of pasta for Maureen, “Oh, she was pissed.  Poor mum.” 

Gav unfolded the cart, “He’s got this to get around until the casts come off his legs, and…well…we don't know if they'll be functional.  He might be able to walk with a limp, but he might also just have very limited use without a cart.” “Cart won't be a problem,” Maureen stood, embracing Gav, “He won't have any trouble getting around the house, and he’ll probably go to work with me most days.”

Gav led her to the table, “That's really good.  Are you allowed to have a dog at the courthouse?” Maureen sat, “Thank you, Ian.  Yeah, we’ve all talked for a while, might be good to have a dog on site since we have kids in sometimes…kids who’ve had a terrible time.  He seems like a good, smart dog who can do a lot of good.”

Gav lit up - he was glad the Collie would be living with Maureen.  He sat, and Ian squeezed his thigh gently, “If you need help getting him to follow-up vet appointments I can help.” “Thank you, honey.  How much do I -” “You don't owe me anything.  I'm glad he’s going with you.  Knowing that is payment enough.” “Gav -” “You won't change his mind, ma,” Kazuo grinned.  “Yeah, he's set.”  The Collie watched Maureen, tail swishing back and forth.  

“So, what’s his name?”

“I didn't give him one, since I didn't know if he was lost, and then I didn't know if he'd be staying.” “Well, then…my childhood dog Pigeon I named because she was silver and black, shiny like a pigeon,” she studied the Collie, “I think…his name will be Sunny.  Pigeon was a descendant of the Sunnybank Collies.  We don't know his lineage, but he reminds me of my childhood.  And hopefully…he can help some kids who need it.” Gav nodded, looking to the dog, You don't know how lucky you are, buddy.  You…

You're going to have the best life possible.

[another-corpo-rat]

Prompt: Enjoy the Silence Adam Smasher/OC Summary: After a few hours in the chair, Victoria’s brewing headache is a predictable thing. Smasher takes steps to prevent it.

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Silence is not a natural state of Night City. There was always sound from some source, from passing cars or firing guns, the hollering of drunkards or the screams of victims, the ever-present inescapable blasting of an advert somewhere.

Even on the Ebunike, dry-docked and ghostly, Victoria wasn’t free from the din of sound. No. If anything the Maelstrom who lingered around the ship made it their personal mission to fill any semblance of quiet and give her a splitting headache while they were at it. Banging and knocking against the ship’s hull, their music was always loud enough that the heavier songs trebled through her bones.

The later the hour, the louder they were. Usually.

Tonight it was quiet, the cold air crisp and dead of all noise.

And maybe if she wasn’t exhausted down to her bones, cyberdeck burning hot in her neck and a headache clawing at her temples, it would have made her uncomfortable, put her on edge as if something was wrong. It doesn’t. She sinks deeper into the shitty settee behind the ship’s bridge, breathing out the smoky caramel of her near-done cigarette and stretching out her legs. Groaning in relief as something pops in her right knee.

The bridge’s door slides open, whining and then stopping with a cha-thunk as its rusted mechanisms catch. She cracks an eye open, lips twitching at Smasher’s responding curse. He forces it open, pushing it all the way before he leans, near having to fold himself to get through. He doesn’t knock his head against the threshold this time. (Not that she was keeping count but – she was.)

“Awfully quiet tonight.” She says in place of a greeting as he plants himself beside her, knees spread wide. He hums low, head angled to keep his optics on her. “Usually my ears are bleeding with the wannabe-borgs shit taste in music.” She nods towards the dock, where said wannabes would nest like vermin. Huh, they didn’t even light any fires tonight either. Odd.

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear them screaming earlier.” He huffs, and not for the first time does she wonder how he manages the sound without lungs or a nose. “Was expecting them to put up more of a fight with all the shit they hoard.”

“More of a- you killed them?”

“I didn’t want to have to listen to you whine about a headache again so I told the gonks to keep it the fuck down tonight. They didn’t.”

“I do not whine, I—” She blinks as thought hits her, the left corner of her lip twitching upwards. “You killed them for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I told them to shut up for you, I killed them because they didn’t listen.” Her grin gets wider, baring teeth and growing impossibly smug. “What?” A bark of a word.

“Oh, nothing.” She leans into him. Her cheek rests against his armoured bicep, both of her arms curling around a thick forearm and drawing it against her. “You utter sweetheart.” She croons, and for all his griping, he doesn’t complain now; simply sighing as his hand splays against her thigh, giving the meat of it a gentle squeeze before his fingers rub slow circles into the muscle. Her fingers trail their own path, ghosting along his forearm, tracing the subtle line of the panels that hid his arm cannon. “Did you record it?”

“Already uploaded to the shared files.” She smiles, the motion hidden against chrome as she turns to press a kiss to his arm before resting against him once more.

She’ll indulge in his bloodshed later, for now she sinks into him. Her eyes drift closed against the warmth of him and the not-unpleasant ministrations against her thigh, blanketed by the rare quiet of the ship.

She won’t recall when she fell asleep – but it was some point after he had rumbled ‘lazy bitch,’ low and fond.

[femboyinred]

You wake up. You're in cold sweat, naked and covered in filth, on the floor and chained to the wall. Where are you? This place looks familiar. Have you been here before?

You have. Yesterday? No, you were... You've been here for weeks. Was it weeks? Maybe months?

"What's that look for?" A voice said.

There's... A woman here. On a chair, looking at you. Her legs crossed and head resting on her open palm, a comforting smile on her face. Have you... Met her?

You have. Was it a... Bar? You were hitting on her. She offered you drinks and then... Then...

"Aw, poor puppy." She said, making a single "tsk" noise. She stood up, walking towards you and lowering herself slightly, tilting your head up to hers so she can have a better look. "Hmm. You're coming along well but you're still not finished."

Finished? Finished for what?

Look at you. Trying so hard to think. You poor thing. It doesn't matter. Here." She said, reaching something into her pocket, pulling out a... Dog biscuit?

"Does puppy want a treat?"

Treat? That word sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes turned glazed and your mouth starts opening slightly, drool dripping out. It looks so tasty, and it probably is. You pant and pant, whining, giving her puppy eyes. Oh, you want it. You want it so badly.

She giggles softly. "Not yet. Sit."

You sit down properly like a good puppy, kneeling with your legs just spread far enough, back straight, shoulders relaxed, and hands open wide and on the ground.

"Speak."

You bark at her.

"Now, beg."

You bring your arms up, hands outstretched with palm up and being positioned near your open mouth. Your open, drooling, wet mouth.

"Good puppy." She cooed as she placed the biscuit in your mouth. You graciously accept it, chewing it. It's... Weird. It has this weird creamy taste. Wait... Why did you do that? Why did you eat this? You... This isn't right. You should spit it out. You spit it out n-

"Now swallow."

You swallow the biscuit into your throat. Nothing happens... Weird. Maybe you were overreacting? Yeah... Yeah you were. This is so nice. Everything feels so great and fuzzy and... Pfft, you don't even know what you were so worked up on. It feels so silly now. Everything is so pretty and fuzzy looking, especially that lady. You feel so warm all over, so happy. No thoughts in your head, just bliss. Like a good puppy. Good puppies don't need to think anyways. This is so much better.

The woman chuckles at the sight of you. Squirming on the ground, panting loudly, glazed eyes and a big open smile, your tongue lolling out. You look so pathetic. It's perfect.

Her phone rings. She answers it, walking off. "Yeah?... Oh, yes, he's coming along nicely. I give it two days more and he'll be ready for shipping... Oh, don't flatter me. I'm just doing my job."

She looks back at you, still writhing on the dirt and having the dumbest expression on your place, your mind practically broken beyond repair. You're coming along nicely. "Hear that puppy. That was your new owners talking. They're so happy to finally meet you. Aren't you happy to finally meet them?"

You look at her and bark in response, panting loudly and audibly. Your thoughts are practically nonexistent, but the thought of meeting your new owners excites you.

"That's a good boy. I'll be checking on you later. Be good now~" She smiled as she walked off, closing the door behind you.

[kjng-x0]

Wanna Go for a Walk?

I finish my breakfast: a bowl of cereal, and get up to put my dishes away. A little ball of fluff perks up at my feet as I push my chair backwards and tip taps excitedly around me. Lola knows I’m putting dishes away. She’s eager to get at the goodies in the dishwasher. Unbeknownst to her, I have something better planned:

“You wanna go for a walk Lola? Huh? You wanna? Yeah? Go for a walk?” I ask, in that baby voice reserved only for creatures of her miniature size. You’d think I’d just given her an espresso shot. Fast as a rocket, Lola’s at the door. I continue my high-pitched barrage of enticement from the kitchen. She runs to where her harness and leash hang and impatiently anticipates the dawning of such. She sits. She stands. She sits again. She nuzzles at the leash. She looks at me. At the leash. At me again. She tip taps her front paws, growing ever more excited and ever more impatient. Her entire body is shaken as she wags her teeny tail. Finally, I make my way over to the entrance and begin to put on my coat and boots. All the while:

“Are we gonna go for a walk? Yeah? Are we? You wanna Lola? Walk? Yeah?”

I stand up after tying the second bow of my boots. Lola gives a shaky little bark. She knows it’s her turn. Again, she does her antsy routine of sitting, standing, sitting, looking at the leash, looking at me, at the leash again, what little bit of tail she has wagging furiously. She’s had the patience of a short-staffed customer service worker. That being, only a fraction left but she hasn’t mauled anyone yet. She looks up at me, standing ready for me to put her harness on her, legs stiff, back straight, attempting and failing to stay still as the wags reverberate through her. What a cutie. I coo at her. I open the door. She prances over, too excited to be confused at the break in routine. I step one foot out the door, then the other, and as Lola trots behind me, the door closes in her face. 

She sits right up against the door and looks up at the human-height windows. What just happened? She glimpses my shadow for a split-second. She can hear me walking down the stone steps. She can still hear me cooing at her. Oh how nice it would be to go for a walk. She stands and sits and stands and sits and grumbles, tip tapping her feet in anticipation, growing all the more confused. She gives out a little whine as she waits and her tail now half-heartedly wags with a nervous hope of hearing those footsteps coming back. But they aren’t coming back.

She runs over to the living room and hops up on the couch to look out the window. Looking left and right, she finally spots me at the corner of the road, walking further and further away. She squirms a little in her spot and lets out another reserved whine. She watches me walk out of sight. Not taking her eyes off where my heel last exited her field of vision, she lays down and waits. She doesn’t know how long she waits. She’s a dog. She just waits, laying in her spot on the couch, letting out the occasional whine when she’s freshly reminded of how good it would be to go for a walk. As people pass by the window, her ears perk up and she looks for features that would indicate it might be me. To no avail. Her ears droop with understanding. Her tail no longer wags. I’m not coming back. She knows this. But she stays in her spot, unable to resist checking for my features in the strangers walking past the house. She stays and waits. She knows I’m not coming back. But she stays and waits. Because deep down in her, there’s still the tiny voice of chance telling her it could happen. A minute sliver of hope chaining her to that spot. A horrible dread that she might miss her one chance if she doesn’t keep watching for my return. An endless, impatient patience because maybe, just maybe, it’ll be different this time.

I’m autistic. When you tell me “yes”, I can’t tell the difference between the things you think would be fun and the things you are actually agreeing to commit to. Please, for the sake of my sanity, make your intentions clear. I have spent my entire life waiting. I don’t trust you anymore.

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 27: So Many Failures

Failure 1

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Dick pov

I placed my take-out container on the coffee table, then take Zell's and do the same. Once that was done, I grab her shoulders and make her look me in the eyes. She blushes when looking me right in the eyes.

"Zella, the truth is-" I get interrupted by "Sexy Back" suddenly playing on Zell's stereo.

We both look and see Cippia standing by it with a happy doggy grin. We both stare at him until he gives a whine, pushes a button with his nose and turns it off after 30 seconds of the song. He then slinks into her bedroom with his tail between his legs.

"That was.....", Zell started to say with a blush still on her face.

"Awkward. That was awkward.", I said with a blush appearing on my own face.

"Yeah."

We didn't look at each other and just went back to dinner. After eating I go back to my apartment and flop face first into my pillow and yell into to it.

"That was pathetic Grayson.", Damian says from my bedroom window in his Robin costume with the curtains closed behind him. Looks like he got patrol done early.

I look up and bat-glared at him.

"Oh, what would have you done then?", I growled.

"Simple. I would have just kissed her.", he says as he shrugs.

"Why didn't I think of that?", I asked sarcastically.

"Because you're not me." he says with a smirk.

"Goodnight Dami.", I responded as I push myself off and get ready for bed.

~Time-skip~

Failure 2

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With it being fall right now, I went to the cafe since I had the day off for Wednesday to get Zell some Hot Coco with whipped cream and marshmallows: her favorite way to have this drink. l open the door with my body since my hands were full with two cups and see her at the counter. We were the only ones here. With a smile I head over but didn't get very far. Cippia found a squirrel and started to chase it.

It came in through the open balcony door in Zell's room and Cippia saw it. With a growl he had lunched himself at it and started to bark at it. He chased it out of the apartment, through the open door, down the steps, into the empty shop, and runs into my legs.

 "Whoa!", I cry out as Cippia and I fall to the ground while the squirrel made it outside unharmed but scared out of its fur.

"You guys OK?", Zell asks as she helps me up.

"I'm fine but some much for the Hot Coco I brought. Sorry it ruined the carpet.", I said looking down at the spilled cups.

"I don't think you'll be sorry for very long."

"Huh?", I asked while looking at her.

"Look."

To my surprise, the mess was mostly gone and then I saw why. Cippia was licking it up and it looked  like there was never any stain.

"How?", I just ask in shock as he finishes the job.

"Simple, he's Cippia.", Zell giggles while Cippia gives a happy bark and wags his tail.

~Time-skip~

Failure 3

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"OK this time for sure.", I think to myself as I carefully follow the instructions to make some easy tortellini meal that I got from a recipe from Gus.

I thought to myself, "If I could cook a good meal when others keep saying I can't cook, it has to impress Zell!"

It looked decent so when Zell knocked on the door, I wiped my hands clean, and went to open it. I let her in and lead her to the dining room table. I pulled the chair out for her then went to get the food. I placed a plate in front of her and then sat down with my meal.

"It looks good.", she says as she raises her fork.

"Thanks.", I said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I was kinda nervous because Damian mentioned you're not exactly the best cook.", she says as spears some tortellini with her fork.

"Well I am full of surprises." I said with a grin.

We start to eat when halfway through the meal, Zell stands up suddenly and rushes to the guest bathroom. She slams the door shut behind her before I could even move from the table. I walk over and can hear her throwing up through the door.

"So much for wooing her that way.", I think sadly as I call Gus on my cellphone. Turns out that bacon I kept making for Cippia when I didn't know it was him saving me, was burnt but Cippia could eat it no problem. Must be that shadow body of his.

~Time-skip~

"OK the fifth time has to be the charm.", I think to myself.

I felt so bad about the fourth time. I was stupid and tried to show off when the three of us were busting a drug ring by the docks and may have gotten Zell thrown into the water by the bad guys. Anyway, I was looking around a flower store when I picked out a bouquet of roses. I payed for them and walked to 'Silent Shadow'. While walking I noticed that a old lady was crossing the street but sadly a car driver didn't see her. I quickly ran and helped her out of the way but I dropped the flowers and they got run over instead.

~Time-skip~

"Grayson all these plans of yours are clearly not working, so I have decided to offer my help.", Damian says right after I open my door to see him standing there with a duffel bag on Friday morning and let him in.

"I can do this on my own Little D.", I replied as he goes to sit on the couch next to Cippia who wanted to hang out with me for the day since Zell was busy with Gus doing inventory and stocking the store.

"Clearly not if the flowers you get her are run over by a car, you spill the drink you buy her, you get her thrown into a river, you poison her with your cooking, and you fail to kiss her because a explicit song suddenly plays on her stereo.", he says while holding a finger for each failure.

I stand with folded arms looking at him before speaking. "OK first of all, I saved an old lady while sacrificing the roses. Second, Cippia ran into me while chasing a squirrel."

Cippia whines at me when I said that and places his head between his paws.

"Thirdly, I didn't mean for the whole river thing to happen. Fourthly, I wasn't trying to poison her. And fifthly, Cippia was only trying to help but the wrong song came on."

Cippia hides his head underneath a couch pillow at that one.

"Either way, you obviously need my help since you can't court this lady unlike your other flings."

"Zell is not going to be a fling!", I said as I sat on the couch next to him with a pout on my lips. "Not if I can help it."

"Then lucky for you I have an idea that will work."

"I have no say in the matter do I?"

"None.", he says with a smirk.

[riotwritesthings]

The Flirt

WinterIron, T, 1.1k - Crack, Humor, established relationship, Tony the Flirt, Bucky is amused, Avengers family shenanigans

A couple folks said they'd be interested in seeing the actual process of me writing an entire fic around one line of dialogue, and that seemed like a fun challenge, so I wrote this fic in a day so I could write THAT.

Just a silly fun little thing please enjoy (and if you want you can find the behind-the-scenes HERE!)

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“This doesn’t bother you at all?”

“What doesn’t?” Bucky asks, not looking up from his book.

“This,” Scott says again, unhelpfully. The word is accompanied by the entire couch jolting slightly as he flails his arms at the TV, and Bucky finally looks up.

He hasn’t been paying attention while the rest of the room flips through channels and argues about what to watch, but it looks like they’ve temporarily paused on coverage of the SI press event going on right now. Bucky gets a little distracted just watching Tony smile and charm everyone on his way out of the venue, and when he spots Happy waiting nearby he starts calculating how long it’ll take Tony to get back to the tower, but when Scott makes an impatient sound Bucky tears his eyes away from the TV.

“That Tony has to do these things?” Bucky asks in confusion, “I mean, a little, but only because it leaves me stuck hanging out with you assholes.” He leans back to dodge the throw pillow Sam hurls at him from the other end of the couch and then points out, “You’ve been arguing with Clint about The Voice for an hour, that’s longer than the show.”

“I think he means Tony flirting with all the reporters and their camera men,” Natasha chimes in from where she’s curled up in the armchair.

“That is what I mean,” Scott confirms, most of his attention on grabbing one of the spare pillows as ammo just in case and hey look at that, he’s learning.

“Why would that bother me,” Bucky says dismissively, “he’s just flirtin’ his way out like he always does so he can get home quicker. Plus, Tony flirts with everything. Literally, I once saw him run into a chair and then flirt with it.”

“What?” Steve asks around a startled bark of laughter.

“I’m not saying I’m doubting you, but- how?!” Clint asks, and Bucky doesn’t miss the fact that he’s using everyone’s moment of distraction to try and wiggle the remote out of Sam’s hand.

“He told the chair he couldn’t help getting better acquainted with its enticing curves,” Bucky says with a shrug, “and sure he was half asleep, but it was smooth.”

“I was there,” Natasha says with a nod, “it was smooth.”

“One of the fancy dining room chairs?” Clint asks, and then when everyone turns to stare at him he defensively demands “what? Those are the curvy chairs.”

“Yes, one of those chairs,” Bucky says slowly, “an’ now I’m worried about you.”

“Me? Your boyfriend is the one flirting with the furniture,” Clint pouts and swats at Sam when he laughs.

“Sounds like you’re the one who’s bothered,” Bucky points out with a grin.

“I don’t want to fuck the chairs!” Clint insists, loudly, and grabs another pillow to throw at him.

“Hey, watch it,” Steve complains as Bucky swats the pillow away and it bounces off into him instead.

“How does everything devolve into a pillow fight around here?” Scott whines as he clutches his own pillow tighter, “I’m calling my mom to come pick me up.”

“We play too rough for the ex-con,” Natasha says thoughtfully, ignoring Scott’s offended huff, “I think we could almost take pride in that, if it weren’t for everything else about this situation.”

“So wait, you said Tony is flirint his way out ‘like he always does’,” Sam says, apparently not letting go of that line of conversation, “what else does he flirt his way out of? Board meetings or something?”

“Kidnappings?” Clint asks, sounding way to excited, but he’s probably just glad no one is latching onto calling his a chair-fucker.

“He has not flirted his way out of kidnappings,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes.

“Sure he has,” Bucky says and then grins when everyone turns to look at him, “at least twice, an’ that’s just the stories I’ve heard. But it’s probably more, knowin’ Tony.”

“‘Knowin’ Tony’ what?” Tony asks as he walks into the common room, still loosening his tie and raising a curious eyebrow as all eyes in the room land on him.

“You’ve flirted your way out of a kidnapping more than once?” Natasha asks, sounding impressed.

“Oh yeah, dozens of times,” Tony says easily as he throws himself over the back of the couch and sprawls out half on top of Bucky.

“How?” Scott demands, scooting over slightly to avoid Tony’s flailing legs.

“Well the first time was an accident,” Tony says, holding up one finger and clearly about to start counting down the list before Sam cuts him off

“I’m sorry, how do you accidentally flirt your way out of a kidnapping?” Sam demands with a huff of laughter.

“I think I was nineteen? And apparently I was so charming, the guy felt bad and just walked me back to my dorm-”

“Stop-” Scott says, sounding caught somewhere between horror and delight.

“- The next time was an accident again, the third time was on purpose to see if I could, accident again, three times on purpose, one more accident, and the rest have all been on purpose,” Tony finishes proudly, and then tips his head up to grin at Bucky, clearly waiting for his welcome-home kiss.

Bucky grins back and instantly leans down to kiss him, happily ignoring the rest of the team booing and throwing things at them. He’s pretty sure the thing that bounces off his shoulder is Scott finally throwing the pillow he’s been clinging to, but Bucky still doesn’t pull away from the kiss until he can feel Tony’s breath shaking against his lips.

“Is that actually your strategy when you get captured?” Steve asks as soon as they break apart and he kind of looks like he’s trying his hardest not to be amused.

“I mean it depends on the who, but yeah that’s always my first choice,” Tony says, finally sitting a little more upright so he can turn enough to face Steve and shrugging shamelessly as he adds, “it’s easy, just get them flustered enough and they don’t even notice you sneaking away.”

Steve nods thoughtfully and then abruptly sits upright, jolting the entire couch because he was previously wedged into the bend of it, and everyone turns to look at him as he says, “Wait a minute, last week after that mission, when you wanted to skip debrief and started going on and on about what my new uniform does for my shoulders...”

He trails off, face going steadily redder and redder and his mouth hanging open indignantly. As one the group turns to look at Tony, and he just responds with a slow, smug grin.

“You harlot,” Natasha accuses, fond and proud, but it’s nearly drowned out by Bucky howling with laughter.

[astranva]

Since dodger is a little snitch 😏🥺

Imagine the reader wants some snacks wich Chris put very high so she don’t eat all of them because they are not healthy (in Chris eyes 👀) and Chris is out of sight. So climbing on a chair wouldn’t be a problem or?

Well not for you but for Chris who nearly had a heart attack when he sees you on this chair.

😏🥺

you put your finger to your lips, shushing dodger as he looked at you grab the kitchen stool.

“stay quiet, okay? we don’t want daddy to hear us,” you said, “i just need my chocolate potato chips,” you whispered, “what’s so bad about that, huh? they’re potatoes after all, no?”

it was when you stepped up on the stool that dodger let out the loudest bark through the house, acting as if he caught a burglar.

“sh! dodger!” you hissed, shushing the dog, “come on, please, dodge, just this once.”

“honey?!” chris shouted, the heavy padding of his feet heard as he hurried to the kitchen, his wide eyes widening some more when he saw you standing on the stool, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, “what on earth are you doing?”

you smiled sheepishly, cradling your bump, “i just wanted-the chocolate potato chips,” you pointed behind you at the pantry before huffing, “come on, chris.”

“first of all, you’re going to fucking kill me, you know that?” he put his hands on his hips, “second of all,” he looked at dodger before moving to open his treats jar, taking a treat out, “good job, bubba. good job!”

“you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“come on, let’s get you down from that fucking kill machine.”

“it’s a stool.”

“same thing, same thing,” he shook his head, helping you down, “you could’ve just told me, you know that, right?”

“you think they’re like, food from the devil,” you whined, “and you put them-you literally put them all the way up there for a reason.”

“so you do know that you shouldn’t be eating that stuff,” chris teased you, reaching up to get you the snack you wanted. you were about to reach for it when chris put his arm out, “ah ah,” he clicked his tongue, “you’re not going to be eating all of it, right?”

“alright now you’re just denying me any fun.”

“there’s a shit ton of sugar and artificial shit in that stuff,” he said, “we can make a healthier alternative.”

“but it’s the artificial shit that makes it tasty,” you whined again, moving forward to wrap your arms around his waist, leaning to pepper kisses to his face, “please, baby? just this pack then we can talk about that healthier alternative, hm? please?”

“fuck’s sake,” chris sighed, his shoulders slumping as he gave you the snack, “all you need to do is look like that and i’m fucking gone. you’re like a witch.”

you giggled, opening the pack and popping a chip in your mouth before putting one to his lips, watching your husband give in and take in, “i love you, did you know that? you’re like, the best husband to ever exist. best baby daddy.”

“yeah, yeah, go ahead and butter me up.”

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Day Eight - Uniforms

993 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; ownership; degredation; name calling; slut (steve); whore (steve); slut shaming; handjobs; steve harrington's scoops uniform; cum eating; chance of getting caught; semi-public; explicit language; not proof read

It's hard not to stare at Steve's thighs as he leans over to wipe down one of the tables at the other side of the room. The shorts are a little small for him, you can't help but wonder why he wasn't given a larger pair, but you're not complaining. When he stands up and turns to head back to the counter your eyes drop, scanning over the bulge pressed against the tight fabric. They really didn't leave a lot to the imagination and you had to admit you were grateful for that. He's talking to Robin, taking off his hat and throwing his dishtowel on the counter before heading into the back room. You can't hear what they're saying, but you know now is your best opportunity.

"Hey, Steve on his break?"

Robin looks you up and down, her eyes flashing between you and the scoops entrance for a second,

"Uh yeah, he's in the back... when did you-"

"He forgot his watch." You say with an awkward laugh. "I thought he'd want it, mind if I take it through?"

Robin squints at you, obviously suspicious, and you slip past her into the back room before she can ask you any questions.

Steve's sitting at the table in the back room, leaning back on his chair. He looks up at you with a look of mild surprise as you walk in, but before he gets the chance to speak you're pulling him off his chair and dragging him into the store cupboard.

"What are you doing?" He whispers as you click the door shut behind you.

Pushing him up against the shelving unit you grab hold of the ends of his neckerchief, pulling him into you and kissing him. Steve moans slightly against your lips making your heart flutter. Letting him go you stare into those wide, sparkling eyes and smile,

"Come on, Harrington, you can't go about dressed like that and expect me not to notice. I mean fuck, those legs alone are enough to drive me crazy."

Your hand slips downwards, cupping his crotch in your hand and watching as his whole body shivers under your touch.

"What if someone sees!" He protests. "What if Rob- fuck!"

Steve's body tenses as you gently cup and squeeze his balls before pulling your hand away. Turning your back on him you head towards the door.

"Wait!"

You spin around to look at him, spotting the perfect outline of his hard cock through the thin fabric of his shorts.

"I mean, if we're quick..." He stammers, checking his watch, "I have 13 minutes left."

Steve's fingers clutch desperately at the shelves as your hand pumps over his dick. You hadn't wasted any time, you know what Steve likes and you're more than happy to give it to him. Your hand moves in long swift strokes, making Steve's head roll back as he tries desperately to stay quiet.

"Such a little slut you're even dressed like one at work." You hiss.

Steve whines, nodding his head as he bucks his hips up into your fist.

"People must come in here all day long and look at those pretty thighs bulging out of those shorts. Doesn't matter though does it? Because we both know who they belong to, don't we?"

"Mm-hmm" Steve pants.

"Who Steve?"

"Y-you."

"Who?" You bark harshly.

"You! They belong to you. I'm all yours and my- fuck! My cock too, it's all yours!"

"That's right." You coo softly, leaning in close as you continue to stroke his cock, "Now, do you think you've earned my mouth on your cock, or should I just let you finish in your shorts and make you work the rest of the day? You'd like that wouldn't you, the little whore in his cum stained outfit. Showing yourself off so everyone can see what a pervert Steve Harrington really is."

Steve whines again, body starting to twitch in response to your harsh words. He's getting so loud you can't help but wonder whether people will be able to hear.

"So loud for me, baby. I think you want people to hear. All of Hawkins has to know what a little slut you are. My slut."

Dropping to your knees you pull the front of his shorts down, thrilled to discover he has no underwear on underneath.

"What's this?" You say with a cruel smirk. "Looks like someone was waiting to get fucked today. I hope you haven't forgot this cock belongs to me, Harrington."

Steve shakes his head dramatically, so dizzy with lust he hasn't the energy to reply. You open your mouth, letting the tip of his cock rest on your bottom lip as you pump it until his cum spills onto your tongue. Steve's knuckles turn white against the metal of the shelves as you lap the last dribbles of cum from his hypersensitive cock.

You take a few moments to sort his uniform out again, pulling his shorts back up and straightening his neckerchief. Giving him a soft kiss on the forehead you take his hand and you both walk back out to the front. Robin turns to you both as you come through the door, eyebrows raised at you. She passes Steve his hat and dishcloth, then does a dramatic look around the room before asking, in that familiar sarcastic tone,

"Oh, hey, Steve, do you have the time?"

"Uhh..." Steve checks his watch. "4.15, why?"

Robin looks him up and down, then flashes her eyes over to you and shakes her head slightly.

"No reason." She says with a laugh.

You can feel a heat creeping into your cheeks. Steve turns to look at you, mouth opening to ask you a question, but before he can you kiss him on the cheek and scurry out the door, waving to Robin as you race away. You're certain Steve will have questions when he gets home, and you'll be more than happy to punish him for asking.

[erodasfishtacos]

has harry ever come before yn? and how did he react to it

warning: um this is straight up filth, sorry (not sorry)

CEO!H

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“Baby, c’mon,” He huffs in frustration, his thumb slips once again because she’s just so wet for him.

“M’trying!” YN bites back, “You’re expecting me to come in two seconds all because you got yourself worked up by rubbing your dick on my tattoo.”

Harry can’t deny even after a few years of the ink being on his wife’s bum doesn’t make it any less hot to him.

It takes one more harsh pump of his hips before he’s groaning and coming, his fingers faltering on her bud once again.

YN is whining - these displeased, spoiled little noises that prickle the skin on the back of his neck and grit of his teeth.

“Y’sucha god damn brat,” Her husband spits out, not even enjoying his release because of his impatient, perfect wife.

“M’not,” YN retorts as she flips onto her back and lays down, not even disgusting her pout.

“Out of the hundreds and hundreds of times I’ve fucked you and made sure y’finished first - the one time y’dont you want to get all huffing and bent out of shape.”

YN squints at him, because he’s not wrong, she chooses to bite back with a bit of attitude, “Well you had some clumsy fingers tonight.”

Harry barks out a laugh, spreading her legs roughly, and muttering, “I’ll fuckin’ show clumsy fingers.”

Then continues on to make her come twice if his fingers along just because.

-

MLBrry

“Oh my god,” YN giggles loudly when Harry curses as he spills inside her - legitimately after only about three minutes of being in her.

“Shut up,” He whines, ego bruised a bit as he pulls out with a look of betrayal at his already softening cock, “Y’looked so good in m’jersey at the game tonight. Flauntin’ y’tits like tha’.”

YN smirks widely, turning around from where he had her bent over their bathroom counter, “I know, I saw how many times you had to ‘adjust’ yourself in your uniform.”

Harry hauls her up until her bum’s on the cold marble and her legs are spread to show him where she’s dripping from him.

“Can’t help it. It’s nearly impossible not to come the second I’m in you,” He pouts, it was the truth - usually he had amazing stamina but every once in a while his body was a traitor.

YN let’s out a quiet sigh when he tucks two fingers back inside her, twisting and curling in the way that make her toes crinkle.

“You amaze me. I’ve given you four babies and y’still as horny as ever,” YN giggles pleased and confident because of her husband’s constant want for her.

Harry pushes forward to lick into her warm, sweet mouth before he’s resting his forehead against hers and watching his fingers work into her perfect heat.

“Only horny f’you, mama. Course s’just for my wife, m’so fuckin’ in love with you. In love with your body, this beautiful thing has given us our babies - how could I not be obsessed?”

YN comes panting in his mouth and a smug smile on her face when he hardens back up against her thigh in the process.

—

Deaf!Harry

Harry’s lips are bright pink and swollen, his narrow hips pushed against the tiny counter in the frat bathroom as YN kneels in front of him.

“Baby, baby, want to fuck you. If you blow me I’ll come,” He signs in warning, attempting to coerce her into standing up but she doesn’t budge.

Her hands are quick on his belt and skinny jeans, letting his thick length rest towards his tummy as she leans forward to lick at the head.

He wasn’t joking, right as she suckles harshly on the head with her hand stroking the rest - he flexes and released with a loud loud moan.

“Didn’t know my mouth was that good,” YN gestures as she stands up with a teasing lift to her lips, thumbing a lose drop.

“You know when you grind on me it gets me going,” He accuses to justify his short span, “Don’t act like you don’t come in a second when I have my mouth on your clit and three fingers up in you.”

YN swallows harshly at the dirty talk, startling when someone bangs on the door, stating the need to use the toilet.

“I’m totally telling Niall you came in legit two minutes,” YN signs before swinging up the door and disappearing into the crowd - leaving behind her flabbergasted boyfriend.

—

Vamprry

“My leg is cramping, H,” YN complains noisily as he keeps her leg lifted a she fucks in from behind as they lay on the bed.

Harry is so so close.

His annoying little creature wasn’t going to find her end because of a god damn leg cramp.

“Bat, just let me - oh fuck,” Harry snarls loudly as he can’t control himself any longer, fucking harshly into her a few more time before he comes.

Ad soon as he’s lowering her leg, he’s met by her displeased, grumpy whimpers that make him want to bite her until she’s limp or kiss her sweetly - sometimes he can’t tell which.

He drops her leg, planning to finish her off but she pushes his hand away which has him baring his fangs and snarling fiercely at her.

“No, I’ll finish myself,” She grunts, rolling onto her back and propping up her legs, one hooked over Harry’s thigh.

Every time he tries to reach over to help as she rubs quickly and precisely at her bud with short puffs of air - she smacks him off which makes him hiss angrily as he watches on.

“You’re like a million years older and you can’t control yourself still?” YN teases breathlessly as she feels a ball of fire start to pool in her stomach.

Her grin gets wider when his eyes blacken and his lip curls completely back to reveal his glimmering white canines.

“Pest, you are not doing it correctly. Let me make you come,” Harry demands with agitation, his hands clenching to not just grab her.

“Shut up,” She snaps back, two fingers rubbing in languid circles that have her hips bucking - it really shouldn’t turn her on that her vamp boyfriend is threatening her with his fangs.

“I rarely ever come before you. Please little human, you are annoying me and I wish to make you come now,” Harry tries to use a more gentle tone.

YN finally gives in, letting him take over with his own fingers, two tucking inside and his thumb right on her nerves.

His fangs ascend back into in gums as he admires his squirmy mate who is restless until she tense and releases on his hand.

It’s only a matter of second before she is coaxing his fangs back out - because she loves to torment him, “Better luck next time champ.”

“Enough,” He growls at an ear-shattering volume before he’s biting at her mating mark to get her to submit.

Works everyday.

—

Influencer!H

Harry was getting himself overly worked up, as soon as YN pressed record for a little something that she could watch when she had to leave tour for two weeks.

“Honey bee, c’mon,” Harry rasps, voice as deep as it goes as he sits in the armchair in their hotel room - legs spread and feet planted on the floor.

“Hold on, just want a shot of this,” She replies, he was so fucking hot - couldn’t grasp that this man was her’s sometimes.

He had a firm, lazy grip on his cock - thumb circling his extremely sensitive tip every so often which made him shutter.

“Slower, tease yourself,” YN murmurs as she films him, watching raptly as he slows down his strokes but fucks up into his hand.

“Want t’be in you, bee,” Harry tells his with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he twitches in his palm.

“Then listen to me,” She orders in a voice she rarely uses - a authorative voice that has Harry moaning as he squeezes himself.

“M’listenin’, I promise.”

“Stop,” YN replies, eyes following when he releases his grip and it sways before resting on his taut belly - pink and swollen.

She props the camera on the desk, shimmying down her underwear, and straddling him on the chair - letting herself sink down.

“Oh fuck - baby, m’gonna - bloody hell,” He moans as he comes within seconds, hand squeeze her plush hips.

His forehead is sweaty, lips puffy, and YN is so pleased with him, whispering that he’s so fucking good for her, she can’t wait to watch it when she’s away.

-

Cheating!H

“Y’takin’ it so good, darlin’,” Harry grunts out, teeth gritted and hand grasping her jaw to keep her mouth against his.

YN was in a mood tonight.

“C’mon, we don’t have much time before Anna comes looking, H,” YN goads coyly, her plush hips digging into the counter where her bum is pressed against.

“Hush up, pup,” Harry scolds, biting at her swollen bottom lip before hiking her up a bit more to hit her spot right on.

“She’s gonna be so bummed, y’can’t get it up for her tonight after fucking me,” YN doesn’t stop with the filth.

“Y’act like I have ever fucked ‘er. I’ve only been givin’ it t’you for the past ten years,” He mutters, tongue licking into her mouth to shut her up.

When someone knocks on the door, they don’t stop, Harry determined as he pounds into her with hard, meaningful strokes.

“Harry, are you in there? Are you feeling alright?” Anna asks from the other side of the door - it was super loud because of the party.

He comes right then on the spot.

“You’re sick,” YN giggles, pleased as he pumps in a few more times to fill her up - claiming her as he always did.

—

Gang!H

It started with the god damn fucking teasing.

Rival gang members, the police, literally nobody gets under his skin - just his bloody nuisance of a wife and she took full advantage.

She got in these moods were she would fuck with him, tease him, wind him up until he had her pinned down with a sore arse.

He loved her so fucking much.

It started at the bar, she had leaned over with way too much cleavage on display as she fluttered her eyes to get men to buy her a drink.

Harry who was currently in the middle of a lucrative deal couldn’t concentrate as a man offered to buy her a glass of wine.

He didn’t care who saw, he excused himself and pushed her harshly into the bar until it would bruise her hips.

“Cut it the fuck out now, m’busy,” He hisses menacingly in her ear, ignoring the men who were staring wide eyes at the exchange.

Her hand comes back to subtly palm at his crotch before humming, “All these nice men are willing to pay attention to me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Harry rumbles, gripping her wrist and moving it away from his groin with force.

“Whoa, man! You can’t talk to a lady like that!” A brunette gentleman squawks after watching the interaction.

Harry steps back, a sly smile rising the corner of his lips, and he purposefully lifts his shirt just a bit to flash a shining gold desert eagle tucked in his waistband.

The man’s eyes widen in horror which makes Harry chuckle darkly, “Don’t tell me how to treat m’fuckin’ brat of a wife, she fuckin’ loves it anyways.”

With that, Harry storms back to continue his meeting and YN grins, a little flushed as she sips on a glass of water - aroused beyond belief.

After a bit, YN disappears down the hallway to the restroom, and sends Harry a text that has him excusing herself.

Please help me. Woman’s bathroom, hurry.

Harry’s reaching back for his gun, not hesitation as he rushes down the hallway - heart pounding at the thought of his love in trouble.

He slams open the single stall bathroom, gun drawn but all he sees is his beautiful wife, on her knees with lust obvious in her body language.

“Y’tha’ fuckin’ desperate?” Harry scoffs, locking the door and placing his gun on the counter - already reaching for his belt and zipper.

“Please sir.”

It sends a harsh, electric zip down his spine as he hisses when his wet tip hits the cold air, he bends down first - forces her mouth open and spits.

But his words are soft and loving after, “Brat, love you s’much. Y’the love of m’life.”

Her eyes twinkle but she can’t speak because he’s guiding himself in her mouth with a long push that has her breathing heavily through her nose.

Harry surprises himself when he ends up spilling right after she pulls off for a breath and jerks him, rasping out, “I love living life with you.”

Yeah he comes at words and he isn’t fucking ashamed.

It has him pushing her up against the wall and licking her out until she’s teary from sensitivity and legs quivering pathetically.

-

👁👄👁

[chaotic-super]

Cuffs and Lace

Alex strides into The Tower confidently. She is clutching onto a large envelope in her right hand as she addresses the Super friends.

“Alright so I'm running point on this one because all of you are shit leaders – and yes Kara, I specifically mean you.” Kara pouts at the words but doesn't object. “I have all of the info we need but you guys are doing the heavy lifting today because Mama needs a day off from all of your whining.”

Kelly nudges Alex's shoulder with her own and pulls her to the side. Everyone watches intently as a few choice words are whispered into the red-head's ear before watching as her shoulders slump slightly prior to her stepping forward and announcing a reluctant, barely-there apology.

“Ok, so I will do some of the work but I'm giving myself the easiest job.” Alex smirks at everyone.

“So, what is the actual mission? You aren't being very clear.” Nia asks, raising her hand.

“Put your hand down Dreamer, this isn't middle school.” Alex quips, therefore receiving another glare from her girlfriend. “And this is a big one. We are finding out who is the mastermind behind all the orchestrated attacks that we have been dealing with every week. You all know the ones. Every Thursday night without fail we have been dealing with these idiots, but our problem is that these idiots have alien weapons, so we need to stop this now before anyone gets seriously hurt.”

“For once I actually agree with Alex in saying that we need to nip this in the bud before it gets any worse, we have already stopped six attacks at this point.” Lena adds, lounging in a chair off to the side of the room.

“Right so we are going to split into teams, Nia and Brainy are going to take the North and East sides of the city and J'onn and M'gann are going to take the West and south sides. We need to be ready for any attacks and we need to respond quickly. I will be staying here with Kelly to monitor everything and eat pizza.

“What about us?” Kara asks as she perches on the arm of Lena's chair as the brunette leans into her side.

“I have a stage name for the mastermind and you guys are going to go investigate her and find out her real name. I know you guys will enjoy this one because you get to dress up.”

She flicks the envelope at them before harshly barking out a dismissal that makes them all make a quick exit.

As soon as Kara and Lena make it onto the street, they agree to discuss the mission over lunch back at Lena's penthouse.

“At least we get to do some investigating together.” Lena reasons as Kara moans about how Alex will be eating pizza while she is out on the mission.

“That's true, you do make everything a tiny bit better.”

“Only a tiny bit?” Lena's eyebrow quirks up.

“Ok ok, maybe a lot better but don't let that go to your head.” Kara shakes her head fondly at the brunette.

“It's too late for that.” Lena smirks.

Kara is about to respond when they reach Lena's building, effectively cutting off her train of thought. “I always forget how awesome this building is.”

“That's because you only usually see my balcony and my apartment. I can't even remember the last time you used the front door.” Lena quips and smiles as Kara blushes profusely.

“It's a more effective entrance Lena, you just don't understand.”

“Oh, is that right Miss Danvers.”

“Indeed, it is Ms Luthor.” Kara gives in to their little game and giggles first prompting Lena to grin and chuckle.

“You're weird.” Lena snipes as she rushes into the elevator and pushes the close door button, locking Kara out with a boisterous laugh.

She continues to chuckle to herself as she rides the elevator up to the top floor, where she is greeted with a frowning Kara, who stands leaning against her door with her arms crossed.

“You're mean.” That sends Lena into another bout of laughter as she attempts to open her door around Kara, who is pouting and refusing to move. After her fifth attempt at reaching the biometric lock, she takes a step back and calms herself as she looks over at Kara's frowning face. “I'm sorry.”

The effect is immediate. Kara's face brightens slightly but the pout remains. “You're sorry what?”

Lena lets out a loud sigh. “I'm sorry and I will order potstickers for lunch.”

Kara beams and places her hand on the biometric screen to open the door, still finding it cool that Lena gave her access to her apartment, it always makes her feel like a spy. “Ok, let's order lunch and then we will take a peek inside this envelope.” She wafts the envelope at Lena and giggles as she snatches it out of her hands and taps the top of her head with it.

Together, thy proceed to the couch where Kara flops down gracelessly and Lena folds her legs beneath her as she pulls her phone out and quickly orders their usual order from their favourite Chinese restaurant.

“Right then, let's get down to business and see what we'll be up to tonight.” Lena swiftly pulls the papers out of the envelope.

“What have we got then captain?”

“We have one evil mastermind by the name of 'Roulette' and she apparently has a bunch of snake tattoos.” Lena skims the page, taking in the information. “And we will be finding her at a place called...Cuffs and Lace.” Lena's eyebrows shoot up as she reads the name.

“It's called what now?” Kara chokes out.

“Looks like we're being sent to a BDSM club. No wonder Alex wanted to stay back and eat pizza.”

“That's...that's...um...nice.”  Kara stutters out. “What exactly does one wear to a BDSM club?”

Lena laughs at how awkward Kara has become, there is something very endearing about watching Supergirl become flustered.  “Probably something black will be just fine.”

“Oh Rao. This is not what I was expecting.” Kara runs her hands over her face and chuckles lightly.

“This is going to be fun Kara; we get to go and find some ridiculously provocative outfits and go watch some strangers get their kink on. What's not to love?”

“How about the part where I have to wear a provocative outfit and watch some strangers get kinky?”

“Come on, this will be fun. Plus, I want to see Supergirl show some skin, I know you have a sexy little body beneath those cardigans.” Lena smirks.

“You're evil.” Kara whines.

“Damn right.” Lena stands and begins to make her way into her bedroom. She catches Kara's questioning gaze, “I'm going to find us some outfits, are you coming, or do I get to decide for you?”

“I'm definitely not leaving it up to you, I'd end up going in my underwear.”

Lena's eyes cloud over for a second in thought. She can't help but feel guilty about how much the thought of her best friend entering a BDSM club in just her underwear would be. What kind of underwear does Kara wear? Is she a boxer and sports bra kind of girl or is she the lacy lingerie kind? She hopes the latter, there is something so delicious about how someone so strong can be so feminine.

“No comment.” Kara shoves her lightly with her shoulder as she speeds past her to perch on the edge of Lena's bed. “Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get some options.”

Lena is quick and precise with her movements as she makes her way into her walk-in closet and pulls items of clothing from various hangers and drawers.

“Hey! I just thought. How are we going to disguise our identities? We can't exactly go as ourselves. The press would have a field day with you being seen in a place like that and I think that Mr Stick-up-his-ass Ashfield from the board would murder you.”

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it Sugar, I've got plenty of masks from the many, many masquerade themed galas I've been forced to go to in my life.” Lena already knows which one she wants to give to Kara. There is an ocean blue, sapphire jewelled domino mask that she is certain will bring out the colour of the blonde's eyes like nothing before ever has, and that's saying something.

Kara's cheeks turn a familiar shade of pink at her comment, but Lena doesn't comment on it, happy to just take the win.

“I don't think we need that many options!” Kara exclaims as she eyes the huge mound of clothes that Lena has just dumped on the bed in front of her.

“We do because I want a fashion show from you, let me see how sexy you can be.” Lena smirks and throws a dress at Kara.

“Comments like that are why everyone always thinks that we're dating you know...or sleeping together.”

“That's because your too oblivious to respond to my flirting.” The brunette runs her hand over Kara's calf.

“Well, if maybe if you actually ask me out on a date instead of just trying to get me into bed, I'll stop being so oblivious.” Lena's eyes widen at the statement. Did Kara really just- she totally did.

“Well then, would the lady like to accompany me on a lovely date to a certain club tonight? I believe it's called 'Cuffs and Lace'.” She is quickly greeted with a pillow to the face.

“As if I am agreeing to go on a date with you to a place like that. That's at least a fifth date location.”

Lena let's out a loud sigh. “Just put on the dress Danvers.”

Kara tries to protest but a quick glare has her grabbing the garment and speeding into the closet to put it on. Before the younger woman even had time to blink, Kara is standing before her in what she believes is the sexiest, most see-through dress she has ever seen. It is short, black skin-tight but extremely sheer to the point that she can very clearly make out the enticing blue lace underwear that her best friend is wearing beneath it.

“It's perfect!”

“It's see-through.” Kara dead pans and crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously.

“Fuck the rest of these outfits because that is perfect for what we need tonight plus you really do look beautiful.” Lena can't keep her eyes away from the blue underwear and the delightfully chiselled abs on display. “I have just the outfit that will complement yours perfectly so you can't change now.”

Kara rolls her eyes dramatically. “You're not the boss of me.”

Lena steps into Kara's space, a breath away from her face. Kara's eyes are trained on the red lips before her. “Are you sure about that? From where I'm standing it is veryclear who is in charge here.”

Before she could fumble out a reply there is a sharp knock on the door.

“That must be lunch. Be a darling and go and get it.” A quick nod and she is out of the bedroom. She takes a deep breath and heads to the door. She grips the handle tightly before swinging the door open widely.

The delivery boy can't be any older than seventeen and his mouth drops open as he taken in the sight of the goddess before him in all her glory.

“D-delivery.” He stutters out.

All too quickly, Kara becomes aware of her predicament and rushes to take the bag out of the boy's hand, tossing way too much money at him before practically slamming the door in his face. Once the door is shut, she sighs and rests her head against the wood in humiliation.

She only moves from her position when she hears a boisterous laugh from behind her. She turns to see the brunette leaning against the bedroom door frame.

“I have a feeling that you just gave him wank material for the rest of his life.”  The loud groan she receives sends her into another fit of laughter. 

Kara doesn't say a word and simply just heads into the kitchen to set out their lunch.

“I'm just gonna get changed really quick so why don't you go and get us some plates and some drinks?” She doesn't wait for a reply, she just strides out of the room without a care in the world.

Kara makes quick work of setting out the food and grabbing them both a soda before settling down on one if the bar stools and stuffing a whole potsticker into her mouth. She is debating calling Alex and making her go to the club instead of her, she has no idea how to act in a place like that. She's grateful that she will at least have Lena by her side, she's never seen her get fazed by anything.

She almost chokes on the potsticker in her mouth when she sees Lena strut out of her bedroom in her outfit. She is wearing a black two-piece outfit that consists of tight black leather pants and a leather crop top that leaves a strip of her perfect alabaster skin revealed and accentuates her perfect breasts.

“What do you think?” A devilish smirk makes its way across her face.

It takes Kara a long moment to come up with an answer. “You look great but why can't I have that outfit and you have this one? You seem like you would be a lot more comfortable showing up in a see-through dress than I am, that one actually lets you keep your dignity, not that there is anything wrong with women that want to go in their underwear and that they can't keep their dignity because of course they can but they're not me and I don't do that.”

Lena smiles fondly as she listens to her ramble.

“Darling, this is an outfit that only a top can pull off and we both know that you're a bottom.”

“No! I'm not a bottom, I'm Supergirl!” She cries indignantly.

“That has nothing to do with the fact that you're a bottom, it's nothing to be ashamed of either. Now quiet down and eat your lunch, we have a busy evening ahead of us.” Lena chastises.

Kara grumbles slightly but does as she's told which leaves Lena trying to contain her smile as her theory of Kara's submissive side is confirmed. It stokes her ego that she can make the almighty Supergirl do what she wants. She munches thoughtfully on her salad as she watches the blonde shovel her potstickers into her mouth and decides to see just how far she can push her, after all she didn't have to come on this mission with her since she is doing it voluntarily so she should at least get to have a little bit of fun...or a lot of fun.

“So, I have another request.” The statement causes Kara to swallow her mouthful quickly and Lena is unsure if she even chewed.

“I don't remember you making any previous requests, they all felt like demands.”

“Are you willing to listen or not?”

“...yes Lena.”

“Good, so I made something for you, and I've been waiting for the right time to give it to you but I'm not going to tell you what it is or give it to you unless you agree to wear it this evening.” It spikes the kryptonian’s curiosity, but she has a feeling that it will get her into trouble.

“Once again, that doesn't sound like a request.”

“Yes or no Kara, we don't have all day.” She is going to get Kara to agree one way or another, she just knows it.

“Fine.”

Lena beams and hurries over to her home office to grab a small silver box and jogs back to place it on the counter in front of Kara. She reaches for it, but her hand gets slapped away.

“Close your eyes and put your left hand out.” She does as instructed, just as Lena anticipated. The box snaps open and before Kara knows it, she can feel her powers draining from her and her eyes open wide in surprise. Her right hand comes to rip it off in panic, but the other girl catches it quickly and calms her. “It's ok, it's just a red sun bracelet.”

“Wh-what?”

“I made it because you mentioned how you hate how hard it is to control your strength when giving people hugs but I figured that it might make a nice addition to your outfit tonight and help us have a good time.” The bracelet is a thin silver band with the L-Corp 'L' on it. “So, now that I have upheld my side of the deal and shown you, you have to uphold your end and wear it this evening.”

Uncertainty paints the kryptonian's face. “What if this Roulette person is dangerous and I need to take her down?”

“Well, this is a reconnaissance mission, isn't it? We only have to figure out her name plus if we have to, we can always take it off you.” Lena can see the war raging behind the blonde's pretty little face. She can tell that Kara is not-so-secretly enjoying the idea of being vulnerable in a place like Cuffs and Lace.

“Ok, but it comes off if something goes wrong.” Kara smiles shyly.

“Agreed.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon preparing for their mission. Lena insisted on doing Kara's hair and make-up to match her outfit, so she leaves her hair down to frame her face but curls it slightly and paints her eyes with a blue eye-shadow to match her underwear. Throughout the whole process Lena drops in the occasional 'good girl' which never fails to make Kara blush. The brunette loves how with every time she says it, Kara seems to grow slightly more submissive and comfortable in the role.

Lena ties her own hair back into a slick ponytail and does a nice smoky eye before putting on a plain black domino mask and helping Kara into the blue one.

“Are you ready?”

“As I'll ever be.” Kara's nervous, Lena can tell.

“I'll be right there with you, plus if you want to leave for any reason or stop what we are doing, all you have to do is say my mother's name.”

“Why your mother's name?” The confusion is evident on her face, but Lena finds it charming.

“Because she'll be the furthest thing from our minds once we are there. You'll see.” Kara takes comfort in Lena's familiar smile and allows her to take her hand and lead her down to the car that the CEO had thought to order. She was also extremely grateful that Lena had given her a coat to cover herself with, but then again, she knows that her best friend doesn't really want to humiliate her.

The club is a lot less inconspicuous from the outside than she was anticipating. It just looks like a normal warehouse except that it has bouncers at the door.

Lena handles the entrance fee and pulls her inside gently by her hand. Kara is quickly becoming accustomed to Lena taking charge as she checks their coats and winks seductively.

“Let's go get some drinks and show off how hot we are.”

Kara is helpless to follow.

It's as if her body just naturally knows that Lena knows best, and she wants nothing more than to please the other woman. Has it always been this way? She can't even remember but she is well aware that she has always given Lena the reigns with their relationship, it's just their dynamic, or so she thought. She is only now, as she stands, tucked as close to her best friend's side as she can get in the middle of a BDSM club that maybe she does have a submissive streak and paired with the massive crush she has on the dark-haired woman, this will be her downfall.

Kara can't help but feel as though all eyes are on her and keeps her head down as much as she can, so she doesn't make eye-contact with anyone. She just tries to focus on the thumping background music.

“You have her well trained.” A smooth, sensual voice gets her attention, but she still tries to avoid looking directly at the woman.

“I'm sorry?” Lena tilts her head in confusion at the brunette woman.

“Your sub, I don't think that she has lifted her eyes from the floor once. It took me months to train mine to keep her eyes down, but my god do I love her for her stubborn streak, it gives me a reason to beat her ass now and again.” The woman chuckles gleefully.

Lena picks up on what is happening quickly and wraps her arm around Kara's waist protectively. “Thank you, but I can't take all of the credit, this one is a natural. This is actually our first time here, do you have any recommendations?”

“I have to say that you're doing well for first timers. I recommend you have a look around and take in some of the scenes from the regulars, they often inspire some creativity of your own to play out in one of the private suites upstairs.” Kara lifts her head to watch Lena but doesn't glance over at the other woman.

“Thank you, we'll keep that in mind.” Lena's eyes meet Kara’s, and she lands a firm smack on the blonde's backside. “Eyes down.”

Kara is shocked but does as she is told, which leaves Lena with an impressed smile upon her face.

“Oh, she is a cutie!” The stranger exclaims. “And such a sexy little body on her too, just look at those abs!”

The attention makes the blonde flush pink and burrow further into Lena's side. Even now, as she is standing with her under wear on show and having a stranger comment on her body, she feels safe and protected as she is tucked firmly into her best friend's side, her protector's side.

Lena doesn't think that Kara can get any closer to her, but quietly makes note of how good it feels to have her there. Kara is a couple an inch or two shorter since she opted out of wearing heels unlike Lena, who went for some tall killer heels and Lena can't help but stare in wonder at Kara as she is all small and clingy and... submissive.

“I know, she is just adorable.” Lena beams. “Now, I believe that we will take your suggestion and take a look around. It's been a pleasure meeting you....” She trails off, hoping to catch a name.

“Andrea.” A small smile. “I don't think I caught your names either?”

Panic flashes in Kara's eyes but as always, the brunette already has a plan. “Saskia, and this is K.”

“I hope to see you again Saskia, and maybe next time we will see a little more of K, if you catch my drift.”

Lena can't help the spike of jealousy as she watches Andrea ogle Kara's breasts but chases away the feeling quickly.

“Believe me, I'm planning on making that happen.” The confident statement sends a rush of arousal right to Kara's core and she squeezes her thighs together tightly, a fact in which didn't go unnoticed by the two other women but thankfully, nobody comments on it. “We hope to see you again too, perhaps even share one of those private rooms you told us about?”

Andrea's smile is wide and predatory. “I'll hold you to that.” With one final eye fuck of Kara, she leaves.

“You did well.”

Kara's eyes finally snap back up to meet Lena's.

“That was humiliating.”

“But it turned you on didn't it.” Kara flounders for a minute whilst Lena smirks at her. “You are a natural at being a bottom, I love it.”

One second Kara is trying to think of a weak response and the next she is being lead across the room by a strong hand on her back. They stop as they reach a small cordoned off area in which two people are putting on a show. There are at least a dozen people standing at the edge of the partition, some scantily clad and others naked. Some wearing leather and chains and others wearing nothing but a collar.

At the centre of their attention is a man and a woman. The woman is tying the man with soft-looking, red cord. The weaving is extravagant, twisting this way and that, forming a beautiful pattern across his body and leaving him completely immobile as his hands are trapped behind his back and tied to a stiff vertical pole that leads to the ceiling.

Lena watches the wonder appear in her companion's eyes as she takes in the scene. “Does that turn you on, pretty girl? The thought of being all tied up like that, your body at my mercy?” She strokes some soft blonde hair out of her face and snatches it up into a bunch at the back of her head and pulls as she whispers the sentence.

Another clench of her thighs before she finds her ankles kicked apart, turning her on even more. “Tonight baby-girl, I decide what you get to feel.” Kara whimpers helplessly but nods, more turned on than ever. With each action Lena takes, she gets slightly less self-conscious and finds herself sinking easily into the role of needy submissive.

They stay there for several more minutes, just watching as Lena stands behind Kara, her chin resting on her shoulder as she keeps her thigh between the kryptonian's spread legs grinding against her periodically and running her hands over the material on her stomach. Every so often her fingertips skim up to her breasts, just barely brushing over her bra-clad nipples.

Part of Kara wants to leave, to get out of the situation because this isn't what best friends are meant to do but a stronger part of her wants to stay here forever, let Lena possess her.

Their next destination is just a few metres away where they are greeted by swinging slaps as a sub is being spanked methodically as they are tied over a spanking bench.

Once again, Lena leans in to make a lewd comment in Kara's ear. “I'd love to beat your ass like that. I bet it would make you all whiny and impatient, desperate for me to fill you up.” The brash statement is accompanied by a wandering hand coming down and grasping her pussy roughly. Kara moans loudly, drawing the attention of many of the other patrons, unbeknownst to her as she is too focused on the hand between her legs.

She is so focused on the hand that she doesn't even realize that her dress has been unzipped and is now being pulled off her body until it is too late, and she is stood in nothing but her lacy blue underwear. As soon as she clues into what is happening, her hands come up to cover herself, even though she realistically knows that there is no more on show than there was before, but the dress worked as a kind of comfort blanket.

Lena catches her wrists behind her with a sharp 'Ah ah, be a good girl and let everyone see how pretty you are.”  Her cheeks have a permanent tinge at this point, which only grows when she becomes aware that she has dozens of people taking in the scene, including the woman from earlier, Andrea.

Kara didn't even know that the spanking scene had ended until the dom was pulling the leather cuffs from their sub's wrists and offering them to Lena with a nonchalant shrug. “We won't be needing these for the rest of the night if you want to borrow them?”

“Thank you, we appreciate it, don't we little bird?”

“Yes.” Kara has no choice but to agree, a slave to her growing arousal.

“Cool, just leave them at the front desk before you leave.” Lena nods her understanding before taking the cuffs instructing Kara to keep her hands behind her back. She buckles them in place firmly before snapping them together with a click.

Lena's thigh once again makes its way between Kara's own quivering thighs as she tests her bonds. She is well and truly at Lena's mercy now and she wants nothing more than to cover her face with her hands out of shame as she sees the shine on Lena's leather pants from where her arousal has travelled through her panties, which makes her well aware that everyone in the club can see how wet she is.

“You're so sexy like this. Cuffed and needy, such a good girl.”

Lena can't believe her luck, she thought it would take more to get Kara to accept her submissive side but here is, cuffed, exposed and dripping. All for her.

“I think it's time we go check out the private rooms pretty girl. What do you think?” An eager nod encourages Lena to lead Kara by her arm right to the front desk, where she rents a room and receives a key with a smirk and a sly, “Have fun.”

Lena locks the door behind them once they enter their room. It is all red and black. There is a huge four poster bed in the centre and dotted around the room is shelves and racks filled with all sorts of toys, crops and bondage gear. There is also a huge X on the wall with eyelets, clearly meant for attaching cuffs to and a spanking bench. Furthermore, there is more furniture throughout the room and the blonde can only begin the imagine what can be done with it. The ceiling is completely mirrored, and it gives them both some incredibly filthy thoughts.

Lena stands behind the other girl and watches as she takes in the room before placing a hand on her back and leading her towards the bed.

“Bend over.”

The demand is accompanied by a harsh shove, forcing her into the sheets face first.

“L-Lena?”

“Hmm?”

“Please.” It's not what the brunette is expecting but it makes her heart soar with a thousand symphonies.

“Just be my good girl and take what I'm going to give you.”

The needy one quivers into the sheets, going boneless, opening her legs and thrusting her hips back.

“Who'd have thought? The almighty Supergirl is really nothing more than a little quivering submissive for a Luthor.” Lena runs her hand up and down Kara's back for a moment before slapping her hand down onto her right butt cheek then quickly repeating the action on the other side.

Each spank is greeted with a moan.

“I'm going to give you an out here pretty girl, just say the word and we will leave, right here and now.” Lena takes her hands from Kara and takes a step back, giving her room to breathe but she doesn't have to wait long for a response.

“No, I want this. Please don't stop!” Her words come out stronger than she expected and, but she doesn't think that she has ever sounded so desperate.

“New system then, I’ll want periodic check ins. When I ask you for a colour, I want to hear green if you like what we are doing and want to continue, orange if you need to slow down and red for a complete stop. Understood?”

“Yes! Yes, please, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

The cuffs are unclipped from each other, and Kara finds herself shooed up the bed and directed to lay down on her front with her arms out. Before she knows it, her arms have been cuffed to the corners of the bed and a pillow has been shoved beneath her hips.

“You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into...foolish little girl.”

Kara's breath comes out in short sporadic bursts as she pulls against the bonds on her wrists gently as though she is scared that if she pulls too hard then they will break.

The bracelet on her left arm is keeping her powers at bay securely, keeping her helpless.

Lena's fingers are running the length of her back, circling each ridge of her spine and tickling her sides. “I'm going to make you feel things you have never felt before.”

“Rao, I hope so.” The response makes Lena's knees weak and she's certain that her ego has never been stoked so much in such a short amount of time.

Lena doesn't dignify her with a response, just simply straddles her. She takes hold of Kara's nether cheeks and grips them tightly, watching as the flesh bulges between her fingers before releasing and offering twin pats on either side. She rubs them softly and pats again, just letting the bottom get used to the feeling.

“Tell me little girl, have you ever been spanked before?” She continues to rub and pat in a controlled manner as she talks.

“N-no.”

“I think you meant to say no Daddy” The pats turn sharp and are starting to cause the whiny one to gasp and moan. “Or Mistress, whichever you prefer.”

“I'm sorry Daddy.” She falls right into character; all hesitation has gone, and she is truly just Daddy's girl. Her cheeks are beginning to sting but she can't help but push back into the hands of the other woman.

“Good choice Little One, it's the only one you'll get tonight.” Lena smirks as she looks down on the little brat trying to wriggle closer. “You're mine now Baby Girl.”

She brings her hand down harder. The slap rings out into the room and Kara cries out loudly. It makes Lena grin widely as she stands and moves away from the blonde. She tries to follow Lena with her eyes, but her position makes it near impossible.

“There is so much I want to do to you but so little time.” She sighs. “I guess we'll just have to skip the warmups and head right into the main event.”

Kara listens closely as she hears Lena shifting around somewhere behind her. Oh, what she wouldn't give to have her super-hearing back right now. A minute passes and then two. She shifts uncomfortably, her arousal has soaked through her panties at this point and her inner thighs are shimmering with wetness. The very thought makes her want to curl up in a ball and question whether or not this is a good idea.

Lena can sense Kara's discomfort from a mile away. After so many years of friendship, it comes naturally at this point. “How about I help quiet your mind and give you something to focus on, hmm?”

Kara feels Lena's presence behind her and manages to catch a quick glance at alabaster skin before her sight is taken away by a soft, silk blindfold. Knowing that Lena is near helps to soothe her and she finds herself starting to relax again. The next thing she feels is Lena once again straddling her legs and hands returning to her now sore bottom.

“I'm going to get your pretty little ass ready for me to fuck later.”

It takes Kara's breath away. She has never had anything up there before, it has always felt too naughty. Forbidden.

“Don't worry about a thing, just let Daddy take care of you.”

Her cheeks are gripped and spread. A thick glob of lube is dripped down her crack, where a finger scoops it up and directs it to her back hole, spreading and prodding.

“Colour?”

“Green.”

Her hips buck back slightly as the finger pushes inside her tight ring of muscle as she lets out a moan that turns into a whimper as the finger retreats. It doesn't take long before it slides back inside and it takes less than a minute of gentle stretching before the first finger is joined by a second, filling her deliciously.

“Please...daddy.” All she wants is to be filled and her clit is aching with the need to be touched.

“What do you want Princess?” The name makes her cringe, it makes her feel like a whiny little brat.

“I-I need-” The fingers inside of her scissor and pull out, only to be replaced by something cool and firm. “My clit...please!”

She can practically hear Lena's smile as her clit is suddenly caught between a finger and a thumb and is being pinched and rolled harshly. It distracts her enough that she doesn't try and fight against the steel plug pushing into her bottom until it's too late and her ring has settled around the flare.

She cries out as her muscles tighten and throb against the plug, unsure of how to react to the foreign intrusion.

She hears her Daddy tut as she bears down against it, so she quickly rectifies her behaviour and just takes it like a good girl.

“This little guy is going to get you nice and ready for me to truly fuck your ass later, although I have yet to decide if you deserve to cum today. Not being bad doesn't make you a good girl; I require my little pets to be outstanding.” Lena presses against the blue gem between Kara's cheeks firmly, shifting the weight of it inside of her as it moves.

“N-no please, please Daddy, I need to cum, please!” The words fall out of her mouth before she can ever register what she is saying.

She is hushed sharply, and the weight disappears from her legs. She listens as quick footsteps move to the other side of the room and then move right back towards her. They stop a close by and she can hear some rustling and snapping before she feels her wrists being set free. She doesn't get a chance to even lower her arms before she is being pushed onto her back harshly and clipped right back into place with her arms still above her head and the pillow that was once under her hips has been discarded.

Her legs are roughly spread and the bed dips between her legs as Lena crawls up. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Kara's nipples are suddenly assaulted with a warm mouth and sharp teeth.

“Yes Daddy, I promise.” She whines as she cants her hips up blindly. She expects to feel soft skin but instead gets poked by something long and sturdy. “Oh!”

“I see you've found your surprise Little Bird.” Lena's certain that her cheeks will be sore tomorrow from how much she has smiled because of the blonde and her adorable reactions. “Are you ready for it Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her breathing is laboured, and she can't stop wriggling.

Lena pushes her hips forward slowly, locating Kara's dripping hole and dipping inside gently with slow, shallow strokes. With each one, the plug inside her ass is jolted ever so slightly, bringing her more pleasure than she has ever felt.

“Oh Rao...Miss...” Kara pants out as the thrusts deepen.

“That's it, take it like a good girl.” Lena works the last inch inside of Kara carefully, thoroughly enjoying every second of stuffing the object of her desire. Both women gasp appreciatively as their hips join and the strap on sits firmly inside of Kara. “You're not gonna be able to feel your legs when I'm through with you.”

Lena is determined to make that the truth. She begins to steadily turn her measured thrusts into a full force hammering, her skin slapping against the kryptonian's rhythmically. Kara lets out a high-pitched moan every time Lena hits that sensitive little spot inside of her.

“Oh Rao! Oh Gods...”

“Are you close Darling?”

“Yes! So close!” Lena grabs her by the base of her throat, pins her back into the sheets and growls.

“Don't you dare cum without permission!” The thrusts never let up and the hand on her throat only serves to build her up higher.

“Please! I need to-”

“No! Be a good girl. Be my good girl.” Lena knows exactly what she is doing, she wants to possess every fibre of Kara's being, to strip her down and build her up higher than she has ever been before. Simultaneously give her nothing and everything.

The brunette watches as the girl beneath her writhes as she attempts to fight her incoming orgasm and pinches her nipples sharply with one hand before letting the hand on her throat trace down her body until she reaches her clit, which she assaults with harsh rubs and flicks.

“Daddy! I-I can't!”

“Don't you dare!”

It's too late. Kara has no choice but to give in to the tidal wave that her orgasm is. Her vision goes white beneath the blindfold and every muscle in her body relaxes all at once, her toes finally uncurling.

As she once again becomes aware of her body, she realizes that she is no longer being filled and her body has cooled as Lena is no longer atop of her.

“Lena?” She shakily asks afraid that she has gone and left her tied up like this. She knows that she must have disappointed her by not following her orders, but she can't be that angry that she left her there all alone with no way to untie herself.

The only sound is her own heartbeat.

“L-Lena? Lena please, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to.” She can't help it; her emotions are overwhelming her and she can already feel the tears welling up behind her blindfold.

She lets out a sob right before she feels stinging heat on her right thigh.

“You came without permission, and you have three infractions of calling me by the wrong name. That's a lot of punishments you have accrued Little One. What are you willing to do to make it up to me?” Kara is so relieved to hear Lena's voice that it takes a few moments for her to register what the dominant woman is saying but once she does, she is quick to responds.

“Please, I'll do anything, I'm sorry.”

“I'll hold you to that.” Lena slaps her thigh again sharply before loudly placing several items down on the table by the bed. “After all, cumming without permission is something that only a slut would do. Are you a slut Kara?”

“I-” Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to find the right words, but she is unable.

“I will take that as a yes. And thus, we shall start your punishment with a little something that I'm sure you will enjoy because you are such a slut.”

Lena is precise with her movements as she unclips Kara's wrists from the bed and pulls her up just to drag her across the room and push her back down over the spanking bench. Kara flails slightly but doesn't resist as her wrists are once again clipped in place, this time on the little loops on the sides of the bench. Her ankles are also strapped in place at the base of the bench, keeping her spread wide enough to keep her vulnerable and needy.

“Are you ready to see what I have in store for you?”

A timid nod is all it takes for Lena to rip the blindfold off and grip the back of Kara's head, giving the girl no choice but to look where directed.

In front of the blonde's face stands Lena, strap-on standing proudly from her hips and still covered in her juices.

“You have some cleaning to do.” Kara stares at the glistening cock in front of her face before flickering her eyes up to meet Lena's own emerald orbs. “I don't have all day, get to it.”

“Yes, Daddy”

Without further ado, Kara leans forward as much as possible within her restraints and licks the broad head of the glistening cock. Lena watches her intently as she sucks on the bulbous head before pulling it out of her mouth and using it to slap the other woman across the face.

“You look beautiful like this, but I think I can make you even prettier, baby girl.”

Kara frowns as the dildo is pulled away from her lips and Lena steps away to somewhere behind her. She listens for Lena’s footsteps and finds them quickly pattering toward her. It relaxes her in a way, the steps show her how excited Lena is to be with her again, how much she is enjoying what they are doing as much as she is. It makes her heart soar…and her pussy ache.

She flinches as cold fingers touch her back. The tips start right above her ass and about halfway up her back Lena switches to her nails, running them up gently before striking them back down, eliciting a gasp as red marks appear down the previously blank canvas of Kara’s back.

Kara doesn’t remember closing her eyes but when she opens them, she is simultaneously shocked and aroused to see nipple clamps and a chain dangling in front of her face.

“Your nipples will look delicious with a little bit of bling, don’t you think?”

Kara simply starts at her wide eyed and dripping.

“I need a yes or a no darling.” Lena lowers her hand and dips closer to Kara worriedly when she doesn’t immediately get a response.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Lena’s worried expression quickly disappears as she gets to work preparing Kara’s nipples for the clamps. She takes hold of a nipple with a pinch from each hand, flicking a rolling them. She revels in the gasps and moans she pulls from the helpless woman. “Just you wait baby girl, I’m going to clamp your tits and chain them up, so I have something nice and pretty to hold onto when I go back to fucking your mouth, and don’t worry pretty girl, this time I’ll let you have all of it.”

Kara has never been so aroused in all her life, her nipples are aching deliciously and the feeling of being held immobile, having no choice but to stay put, is something that she didn’t even know that she needed in her life. Despite being physically trapped, she is free.

“Take a deep breath for me princess.”

Kara takes in the breath just for it to be knocked right out of her again as the clamps take hold of her nipples tightly. “Holy fuck.”

“There is nothing holy about this…” Lena attaches each end of the chain to the clamps and takes a firm hold of it, tugging slightly. “Unless you’re into that, I guess. Open up for the body of Christ.” Lena begins to guide the dildo back to Kara’s face, but she just glares back at her unamused.

Lena giggles as she takes in Kara’s expression.

“I’m just kidding little bird, this cock is all mine, no men involved.”

Kara’s desire for the brutal face fucking she craves much outweighs her petty need to get back at Lena, so she opens her mouth and leans forward as much as her restraints let her.

Lena meets her halfway, roughly thrusting the cock between her lips. Kara can still taste herself on it, although she is a little disappointed that it isn’t as fresh as it was before but the sting in her nipples each time Lena pulls on her chain is enough to keep her happy.

“Take it Kara, I want it all in there, clean every last inch of it for me.”

Kara bobs her head in time with Lena’s shallow thrusts. Taking a couple of inches to start with and then slowly taking it deeper. She chokes as it hits the back of her throat, but Lena doesn’t let up, she doubles down, stepping closer and gripping her hair tightly in one first whilst the other pulls on her nipple chain in time with her thrusts.

“Don’t give up on me now baby, I want every inch in that pretty little mouth.”

Inspired by her Daddy’s words she fights her reflexes and swallows the dick the best she can and with Lena’s help she slowly but surely deepthoats every last bit. Once it’s all in Lena slows her thrusts, pausing for a second each time her pelvis hit’s Kara’s face, signifying that she is truly face fucking the sexiest woman alive.

Lena pulls it out and wipes her spit covered strap across Kara’s face. “That’s it, good girl.”

She thrusts back in, revelling in the feeling of the strap pressing into her clit with each thrust. If it were only a little bit stronger then she has no doubts that she would be able to cum from this alone.

She has always thought that Kara is beautiful but seeing her now, cuffed, nipples clamped, ass filled, and messy faced from sucking her cock, she has never looked more gorgeous.

“I could do this all night.”

Kara pulls back off the dildo. “How long do we have the room.”

“Fuck, we better get a move onto the main course.” Lena steps back, petting Kara’s hair gently, a stark difference form the way she was just grabbing it. “But don’t worry that pretty little head of yours princess, we’ll be back again soon to make you a centrepiece on the wall over there.” She nods to the ‘X’ frame.

Lena walks behind Kara and grasps her ass cheeks firmly, “after all that time sucking my dick, your ass should be ready for me now little slut.”

“Yes Daddy, please fuck my ass.”

Kara is dripping onto the floor at this point, she has never been so satisfied with someone before and she hasn’t even come yet.

“Please, I need you so bad.”

Lena doesn’t wait a single second before she adds some of Kara’s dripping arousal to lube up the dildo some more and eases the plug out. She replaces it quickly with the thick head as she spreads apart the cheeks before her, giving herself a good view of what’s to come for the pretty creature before her, already way out of her depth.

She presses forward, slowly filling her up.

“Oh…OH… Daddy, you feel even bigger this way.” Lena spanks her ass as she bottoms out.

“Oh yeah, you like that dirty girl? You like the way I fill you up so deep?”

Lena slowly builds up her thrusts, starting with a slow, shallow shift of her hips and ending with her hips slapping harshly against the skin of Kara’s ass. She has one hand gripping the space between her shoulder and neck, and the other on her hip, pulling her back into each of her thrusts as much as her restraints allow her.

“FUCK! Miss please! I need to cum please. Please let me.” Kara is practically sobbing at this point. She is ruined. Her nipples are sore from the chain swinging with each thrust, her ass aches from the constant slap of Lena’s hips and now that she knows what this feels like, she never wants to leave this room again.

“You want to cum pretty girl?” When she doesn’t get an immediate response, she gives her a particularly hard thrust as she reaches around and slaps her pussy hard. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, please! Please Miss!” Lena slows her thrusts slightly as she finds Kara’s clit, rubbing it harshly.

For Kara it was all she needed, she has been on the edge since she walked into this God-forsaken place but fuck if it doesn’t feel good.

“C-can I? Please?”

Lena doesn’t reply for a few seconds, content to make her wait.

“Cum for me baby, cum around my cock in your ass.” And she does.

Lena continues fucking her gently, leaned over her and leaving marks across her shoulder blades as she helps Kara to ride out the waves of the greatest orgasm of her life.

She keeps thrusting gently until Kara is completely boneless on the bench. She pulls out with one last kiss to the back of her neck. “Come on my good girl, let’s get you all cleaned up.”

Kara is completely out of it, drowning in the complete and utter ecstasy that Daddy had bestowed upon her in the most animalistic way she knows how.

Lena methodically undoes all of the restraints and whispers reassurances to the blonde as she whimpers when it’s time for the clamps to come off.  She carefully massages the ache away and manoeuvres them to the bed as she tries to rub away the marks left by the cuffs. “You did such a good job darling.”

Kara nuzzles in closer, tucking her head into Lena’s neck and gripping her tightly as she begins to take in her surroundings again.

Lena cards her fingers through Kara’s hair, untangling it in places and wincing at the particulary bad knots, knowing that she is the cause. “How are you feeling?”

“Ask me again when I can actually feel my legs.” Kara smiles as she looks up at the brunette.

“That good, huh?” She swoons as Kara blushes and looks away cutely.

“Did you…? You know…finish?” Kara asks shyly.

“This wasn’t about me Kara, today was about you.” Kara’s face drops.

“I can…if you want me to…”

“You don’t need to if you don’t feel up to it Kara, seeing you stretched around my cock was more than enough for me, in fact it’s preferred.”

“And if I am feeling up to it?” She asks with a smirk.

Lena evaluates her briefly. “Colour?”

“Green.”

She grasps blonde hair into her hand tightly. “We’re going to do this my way then princess. You’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say or else, we’ll have to give a few of those paddles a try next time we come here.”

“Yes, Miss” Kara smiles happily at Lena as she guides her down the bed until she is between her spread legs.

Lena holds her head away from her pelvis for a few long seconds. “Ask permission before you touch, puppy.”

“Please can I touch you, Miss? I need to taste you.” The sincerity of the words shakes Lena to the core. Kara has made her feel a great deal of emotions, but she has never felt as needed as she does right now; as desired as she does right now.

In lieu of an answer she directs Kara’s face to her dripping cunt, “Lick it.”

Kara sticks out her tongue and runs it gently through her Daddy’s folds, she slurps up as much of the dripping mess she can get into her mouth, moaning at the delicious taste. “Mmm Daddy, you taste so good.”

“Damn right, now less talking and more licking. There are better things for that mouth to be doing.”

 “Yes Ma’am.” She dives right back in, this time hungrily sucking her clit before dipping down to shove her tongue into her tight hole, licking deep inside her. Lena clutches at her hair, dragging her head up to her clit and then down again, directing her every movement.

Kara snakes her hand up Lena’s thigh, getting ready to add her fingers into the mix but her hand is caught before she makes it. “Ah, ah. Mouth only my dirty little slut. It might take a little longer, but you’ll be getting a lot more practice in these upcoming days, mark my words.”

Kara gives up complete control, helplessly following the brunette’s every movement and continues to lick and suck as demanded, no matter how sore her jaw gets or how tired her tongue has become.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Lena brings her second hand away from where she was grasping the sheets and instead brings it to join its partner on the back of Kara’s head. She holds her still and instead begins to gyrate her hips onto her tongue, thrusting into her face with increasing intensity.

“Fuuckkk, take it. Take it for me.” Kara’s face is completely drenched as Lena uses her for her own pleasure and she loves it. “Be a good slut and take everything I give you.”

The movement of her hips becomes choppier as she gets closer. By the time she is on the brink of insanity she is simply grinding down into the beautiful face of a helpless hero.

She cums harder than she ever has before, and she has no doubts that it stems from the depravity of defiling National City’s sweetheart.

She lies back breathless as she pats the head resting on her pelvis and looks down at the other woman. “I can’t tell you how hot you look covered in my cum.”

Kara raises her head and blushes scarlet.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy about being a little bottom after everything we’ve just done princess.”

That at least makes her giggle as she clambers up next to Lena, who rolls onto her side lazily to look into cerulean eyes.

“You have truly been wonderful tonight darling, there is nobody else I could ever have wanted to be here with me.”

“Same here, I’ve had a really good time.” Kara smiles so wide that it makes her eyes crinkle up which has a domino effect that makes Lena beam right back at her.

“So, here is what is going to happen now. We are going to stay here for a couple of minutes until we catch our breaths and then go and use the washroom to clean up and then from there, we can get you back to my place to finish up our snuggles and give you all the attention you need. As much as I wish we could do that here, we just don’t have enough time.”

Lena takes Kara’s hand and pulls her closer for an impromptu cuddle. They lie there entwined until Lena is certain that if they were to stay any longer, they would fall asleep.

Once again Lena takes charge, but this time in a different way. Now she has turned on her protector mode so she is perfectly efficient in assisting Kara to the washroom, cleaning them both up and getting herself dressed again before helping Kara with her clothes, despite her insistence that she didn’t need any help.

“I’ve got you, let me take care of you for a little while.”

 That drags out another blush from Kara, but she happily relinquishes her control and let’s Lena help her before tucking herself in close to Lena as they make their way back out into the hallway and to the front desk, where Lena promptly drops the cuffs with a wink as she wraps her arm around Kara’s waist.

It isn’t until they make it out into the crisp night air and as she watches Lena try to hail a cab that she realizes that they never fulfilled any of the mission. “Shit, Lena!”

Lena rushes back over to her, fear written blatantly across her face. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“We never did the mission, we didn’t get Roulette’s real name!”

“Oh, that…”

Kara is greeted with the guilty face of a Luthor. “Why the face? You do realize that Alex is going to actually murder us, right?”

“Actually…I might already know her name…” Lena mumbles, looking away.

Kara takes in the sheepish woman before her and can’t take it anymore. She begins to laugh, hard.

“Of course, you do.” She forces out between laughs.

At Kara’s laughing Lena also joins in.

“Alright come on, let’s go get flag one of these taxis down so we ca get back to snuggles and I will tell you everything I know about Roulette and how I may have sort of slept with her back when we were in boarding school together. Back then she was simply just Veronica Sinclair, but she always did have a flair for the dramatics.”

“You want to talk about another woman after we just did that?” Kara raises her eyebrow at Lena.

“I retract my last statement.”

They finally manage to get a cab and give the driver directions back to Lena’s penthouse and Lena tucks Kara back into her side as she guides her inside and to the bedroom, stripping them of their clothes and tucking the blonde into bed.

“I’m getting you some chocolate and some water then we are going to snuggle until you fall asleep, how does that sound?”

“Great, as long as you promise that we can do tonight all over again in the near future.”

Lena leans down and pecks her on the lips before leaning into her ear and whispering, “As if anything could ever keep me from fucking that delicious ass again.”

[phantomrose96]

Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

...

The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

[hispipsqueak]

Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW  WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy. 

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him. 

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement. 

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed. 

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on. 

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before. 

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure.  After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him. 

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat. 

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush. 

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit. 

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity. 

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent. 

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you. 

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles. 

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…”  He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

[mellowyandere]

You’re Ours to Protect

Had a weird dream last night. Thought you might enjoy it. 

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Summary: Your time as an anti-hero might finally be coming to an end. With three pros on your tail it’s a miracle this didn't happen sooner. (Reader has a quirk but it’s not very important to the smut.)

Length: 4.5 K (I have come to the conclusion that I am incapable of writing below 4 K)

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, slight bondage/restraints, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, M/M/F, mostly clothed male, naked reader, slight cum swallowing, Eraserhead and Present Mic are in an established relationship in this fic. 

Hands were on your body, hands that shouldn’t be there. Your mind was stuck in a fog, your limbs so heavy you could barely move them. What was going on? You strained to remember, thinking long and hard about what might have led you here as calloused fingers blazed trails along your exposed thighs. You managed to wiggle your limbs a bit, shaking off the haze that muddled your brain.

You groaned, trying to open your eyes so you can get a better understanding of your surroundings. Your hands were restrained behind your back but it seemed your legs were free. You'd murder who ever had their fucking hands on you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you couldn't help but groan again as the figure in front of you came into view. You tried and failed to subtly use your quirk, this didn’t look good.

“Eraserhead. Didn’t realize you were still wasting your time looking for me. Not my fault I beat you to that criminal. Hero’s leaving trash like him alive is such a stupid concept. He was a murderer you know.” 

You looked around to the best of your ability as you spoke, you were sitting on a plush dark green couch in what appeared to be a relatively empty basement. You had been stripped of your gear, leaving you in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Two men were flanking you on the couch. The one to your left you didn't recognize. He was ridiculously tall, as well as skinny. Blond hair a mess as two long bangs hid his eyes from view. To your right was a pro you did recognize. His emerald green eyes sparkled in delight behind his civilian glasses as he grinned down at you. So it was their hands on your body currently. They’d die first then. 

“So, what does that make you?” the dark haired pro murmured, leaning forwards and somewhat regaining your attention. 

You ignored his question, opting to look about some more. There wasn't a one-way mirror or any recording device in sight. Were they interrogating you off the books? This whole situation seemed off, these were heroes right? They’d convict you and leave you to rot in a dingy jail cell somewhere.. but this didn't look like a normal interrogation room. 

“I know this is my first time getting caught and all but this doesn’t really seem up to protocol. Gonna haul me away after having fun or something?” You shifted your gaze to the obsidian eyes in front of you, leaning forwards to mimic his posture. 

Present Mic barked out a laugh, hand squeezing harder on you thigh much to your annoyance. “Sorry babe but prison won’t be your final destination! I mean after all y’aint evil, just a lil misguided is all, nothin’ three pros can’t fix.” He ended his sentence with a pinch to your leg. 

“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll kill you!” You snarled, turning and getting up in Present Mic’s face. The tall blond to your left pulled his hands back, scooting away as Present Mic continued to leer down at you. 

“HAH little girls got some bite, but we already knew that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to use that quirk. I’m hurt now! You really would try to kill me huh?” he mocked with a fake pout, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. 

“I’m sure you’ve already realized by now you can’t use your quirk. It wasn’t easy making a device to cancel it out, but thanks to our newest colleague here the hardest part was collecting your DNA and picking what color collar we wanted.” Eraserhead leaned forward, fingers tugging on the collar you only now just realized was around your neck.

You tried to bite him, but he pulled back. If only you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a heart attack. Your quirk was the ability to clot blood after all. A handy trick if you found yourself injured, but even more so for killing once you learned how to properly control it. No one really batted an eye at an ischemic stroke due to the clotting of an artery to the brain. Well.. almost nobody.. 

“You have a very impressive ability,” the tall blond stated, “in all honesty we probably wouldn’t have caught on if we hadn’t watched you kill. You’ve induced countless of natural looking deaths, but upon closer inspection you target people whose crimes would have landed them in jail. Noble, but very misguided. You’re pretty reckless though, what if you had gotten hurt?” 

“So fucking what if I did.” You kept your eyes glued to Present Mic as you responded, trusting him a lot less than the man behind you. His eyes narrowed dangerously at your snarky rebuttal.

“Language young lady, and that’s no way to talk! What would compel you to risk your life, why don’t you trust your hero’s more?” 

You clenched your teeth in frustration but didn’t respond. You were done cooperating, not like you were doing much to begin with though.

The scrapping of a metal chair on concrete drew your gaze as Eraserhead stood up. 

“Back up Zashi, I’ll take over from here. Toshinori you’re fine where you are.” 

You couldn’t help but struggle a bit at his words. “What do you mean, what the hell are you going to do!? You insane or something? Just turn me in to the police!”

“You really don't pay attention do you. Hizashi already said you’re not going to the police. I don’t know what skeletons you have in your closet, or why you started killing people, but that will come out in due time. For now you don’t have to kill anymore. The three of us will take care of you, without the law sentencing you to life. We’ve been hunting you down for so long. We’ve been very patient, but right now you need us to help show you what you’ve been missing. Running around all by yourself, you must have been so lonely.” Eraserhead finished up his little spiel as he stalked forwards, looming over your sitting frame. 

“Don’t fucking TOUC-gah!” You had been so focused on Eraserhead’s approach you hadn’t noticed Present Mic coming at you with a gag until it was too late. 

“Yagi already asked you to watch that dirty mouth of yours, don’t worry though babe once you simmer down a bit we’ll take it out.”

“Ple-please Hizashi call me Toshinori we’ve been over this.”

You gave Eraserhead your best glare as he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at your defiance before wedging his knee in between your legs and slamming his hands onto the couch, caging you in. Wait by show you what you were missing.. these hero's were going to..?

You tried to talk reason, but all that came out were muffled pleas. None of it coherent. 

“We’ve been watching over you for 5 months now kitten. Trying to find the best way to approach you but in the end taking you somewhere safe seemed to be the only logical solution. While getting this house ready for your arrival we all started to feel as if you belonged here all along. I know it’s not fair, we’ve had so much longer to get to know you, but you’ll know us just as well soon enough.”

It was official. These pros had lost their damn minds. They actually figured out how to justify what they were about to do to you. Your promise to only kill criminals was really coming back to bite you on the ass. 

You brought your legs up and tried to kick him off, but were quickly thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing them and pinning you down. 

“Now now sweetheart none of that, Shouta here is just going to show you our conviction. No one will ever hurt you again now that we are here. Now that I am here” The last part was mumbled more to himself than the group. 

Something must have happened to these men to cause their hero complex to grow into something so twisted. But that was no fucking excuse for their actions. They needed therapy, not someone to play damsel in distress with.

Shouta lowered himself between your legs until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. You tried to plead with your eyes, beg him to stop, but he met your gaze with something bordering love. That wasn’t good. Breaking eye contact he looked down at your underwear, bringing a hand up you held your breath as he gently brushed against your core. 

“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. You truly are something special, and yet you treat your life with such little regard it’s maddening.” He trailed his knuckles against the thin fabric as he spoke, your traitorous body sparking heat in your lower abdomen in anticipation. 

Pulling your underwear to the side he slowly began to slide his fingers up and down your progressively wetting folds. 

“Well now, someone secretly enjoyin’ themselves baby,” Hizashi all but purred, his hand squeezing your flesh while his gaze was transfixed on where his partner was violating you. You couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine. It was absolutely humiliating being spread out before these three men. 

The noises your wet cunt were making were no help to your embarrassment, and they only got worse once the dark haired pro rid you of your last line of defense and began to insert two of his fingers. 

“H-how does she feel?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. His face was flushed red, along with the tips of his ears as his vibrant blue eyes watched Shouta’s fingers slowly sink inside you. 

“Tight, shit she’s tight. She’s perfect, so fucking wet for her hero's. I’ll work you open kitten don’t worry.” You couldn’t help but clamp down on his fingers at his words, earning a deep chuckle in response. 

“See now, such a good girl aren’t you. Prison is no place for you kitten, though if you want we can always role-play your wardens.”

Role-play my ass we’re already living it, was all you could think bitterly. 

As if he read your mind Shouta couldn’t help but continue to antagonize you, thumb beginning to make light circles against your clit as he pumped his fingers, adding a third and quickly burying them knuckle deep. Soft whimpers slipped from your mouth as you tried in vain to wiggle away from Eraserhead’s deft fingers. 

Hizashi was getting impatient, removing one of his hands to grasp your breast through the t-shirt you had on. His slim fingers began to pinch and rub your nipple, though his eyes never left your cunt. 

Toshinori was struggling in his own way. Raspy breaths with slight coughs as he grew more and more aroused. He too removed a hand from your leg, but instead made quick work of the zipper on his pants. Taking his semi hard cock in his hand he began gently stroke himself while watching your display. 

You truly were everything they had ever wanted. But you didn’t want this, despite your bodies responses to their ministrations. You could feel it, Shouta seemed to know exactly where to stroke as he worked you up tighter and tighter, velvety walls clamping down at your approaching climax. 

You found each man murmuring their own words of praise, anywhere from “That’s it baby girl, take all of Sho now,” to “Such a perfect princess, do you want to finish?” The man between your legs even adding to the mantra of soft words spoken to you. “So close kitten, see what good girls get. You’re going to cum for me okay?��� 

He posed it like a question but you knew it was far from it. It was a statement, a matter of fact statement that you couldn’t deny even if you had tried. Your back arched, moans and mewls intercepted but not completely blocked out by your gag as you rocked against his hand. He gladly continued to finger you, watching as you came down from your high and only then removed his hand. 

You were panting hard, shame quickly washing away the pleasure from your orgasm. Sensing the shift in your demeanor Hizashi was quick to pounce, peppering your face in kisses despite your shifty protests and groans of despair. “None of that now babe, after all we’re just gettin’ this show started!” 

Shouta stood and moved out from between your legs, licking some of your slick off his hand before he wiped the rest on his black pants leg. “You got lube Zashi?” Hizashi paused his attack and shot the dark haired pro a million dollar smile. “You bet our babes cute ass I got it! Lemme find it, hold her Toshi.”

Toshinori floundered a bit, cock in hand as Hizashi shoved you closer to him, before jumping up from the couch. Eyes trailing down to his hand you couldn’t help but freeze in shock. Not only was this man stupid tall, his dick was frighteningly large. The older hero noticed your stare and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at your expression. “Don’t worry princess, Shouta and Hizashi are going to help you today. My sides acting up so I’ll only be watching.” 

As if on cue the man was hit by a coughing fit, and much to your surprise he even coughed up some blood. Eraserhead was still looming over you, leaning over he gently rubbed the older blonds back as he tried to ease him through the pain. You didn’t dare move as all this transpired around you. What good would it have done you anyways? You were effectively quirkiness, and your fighting skills would be severely lacking against the two heroes you knew. You had no idea who this Toshinori guy was, but if he was close to Eraserhead and Present Mic you doubted he was weak. 

You heard Hizashi rummaging behind you through a dresser you hadn’t noticed earlier. Craning your neck, you peered over and cried out in frustration. 

“Tada!” He sung triumphantly, a small bottle of lube in his hand. “Act two can now officially begin!” You could only yell and wiggle about in protest, your arms still tied behind your back. Toshinori’s hand on your thigh moved to gently pat you on the head. 

“Behave now for them okay? If you’re good we can show you the rest of our home after this.” 

You jerked your head out from under his hand and yelled more incoherent nonsense out of frustration. You had expected anger to replace the adoring look in his eyes but you were only met with fond amusement. 

He stood up with a hearty laugh, erection still in hand as he grabbed Shouta’s discarded chair, sitting down facing the couch. Shouta was quick to take Toshinori’s place on the couch while Hizashi took up residence behind you. 

“I have a feelin’ this star ain’t a fan of the spotlight, no need to be camera shy babe.” You watched Shouta roll his eyes at his partner in crime before he began to manhandle you. Hands under your armpits he pulled you up and wrangled you onto your knees facing him on the couch. 

Hizashi slid one knee between your legs so you couldn't close them. Your tied hands couldn’t help but brush up against his clothed hard on, causing him to rut against you a bit in anticipation. 

Without warning he took a solid grip of your t-shirt and ripped it off. You squeaked in surprise, your face heating up as you realized you were the only person fully naked in the room. 

“Was it really necessary to rip my shirt?”

“Sorry about that Toshi! Didn’t want to delay the show with takin’ off her bindings yah dig? You rip them a bunch anyways so what’s another to the pile? But ain’t this just so much better, our baby girl on full display it makes my heart swoon!”

“Just get her ready Hizashi, and no rushing it, you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Aight aight sorry I’ll get to work, you keep her happy.”

Both men moved closer, pressing your body between them. They had propped themselves up on their knees and had you effectively stuck. Shouta gently placed one hand around your neck, giving your collar a tug, while the other trailed down and began to gently work your still wet pussy. 

You stared into his chest, trying your best to space out but jerked back to reality when you heard the pop of a lid behind you. 

“Don’t worry babe I’ll get you ready, I’m somewhat of a pro yah know?” 

That was when you felt his lubed finger gently prodding your other hole. You jolted forwards into Shouta who didn’t even budge in response to your full body weight. Hizashi simply shuffled closer, continuing to push until finally he breached you. You whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion. 

Shouta's fingers lazily worked your cunt as he rocked his erection against your lower abdomen. Despite the fact that you hated the feeling of his growing arousal you couldn’t help but lean into him to try and get away from Hizashi as he slipped another finger inside. Tears slowly rolled down your face in frustration as the two heroes prepared your body. 

“There we go kitten, you’re doing so well. Just be patient alright and it won’t hurt so bad.” Shouta removed his hand from around your neck and placed it on your head, angling your gaze to the third member of the group you had almost forgotten while pulling you flush to his clothed chest so you couldn’t freely change your field of view. 

Toshinori was leaned back in the metal folding chair, which looked comically small with him sitting on it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stroked his thick cock. His own pre-cum and spit adding obscene noises to his ministrations. He gave you a lopsided smile as you made eye contact, causing you to quirky avert your gaze. 

By this point Hizashi had worked three fingers knuckle deep into your tight hole, but coupled with Shouta’s work the line between uncomfortable and pleasurable began to mix together. A breathless moan escaped you as the two pros finally got their desired reaction. 

“She’s as good as she’s gonna get Sho, let’s say you and me start the finale I can’t take feelin’ her tight lil hole clamping down on my fingers any longer. Not when I got somethin’ much better for her.”

Your tears flowed a bit faster at your impending fate. This was fucking insane! You might have been a murderer, but you weren't expected to be a good person unlike these men. These heroes who were now violating you.

Since Shouta was in black sweatpants he merely leaned back a bit and pulled them down, cock springing free. He had a solid girth to him, red tip dripping pre down his shaft to his unruly black pubic hair. You heard a zipper behind you as the blond freed himself, though due to being squashed between the two you had no idea what to prepare for. 

Hizashi hummed in contemplation at your tied hands, currently in the way of his objective. “Bonds might have to go Sho, you get her hands?” The sleepy hero merely nodded grasping your wrists as Hizashi swiftly untied them. 

“Ready now primadonna?”

“Ha ha you’re soo funny Sho... but yes, shit, I’m fucking ready.”

You kept quiet this time, head pressed against Shouta’s chest as you listened to his rapidly beating heart. You gave one last pleading look to the lean blond watching intently from the sideline, but all he did was shrug his shoulders with a small smile on his face. 

“You’re going to do great princess don’t worry.” 

You felt the tips of each man at their respective entrance, Shouta's teasing your soaking cunt while Hizashi lightly probed your lubed ass. You closed your eyes and accepted defeat. They gently began to rut their hips, cocks sinking deeper with each thrust. You felt uncomfortably full as they breached you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck I can feel you through her.” The blond quickly grabbed your breasts, tweaking your nipples like he had earlier. 

“Easy does it kitten, we got you,” Shouta groaned out. 

You weren’t a fan of Hizashi behind you, rocking forward into Shouta as they continued to fuck into you. He squeezed down on your wrists in warning, hot breath fanning the top of your head. It didn’t take much longer before they both had finally bottomed out. You groaned in distress while they groaned in bliss. 

“I’ve got her wrists you help her out alright, and take it easy.”

“Sheesh I heard yah the first time, I’ll help our lil girl out.”

Hizashi snaked a hand in between you and Shouta, finding your clit. 

They both continued fucking into you, Hizashi matching Shouta’s pace as they stimulated your body. You were angry, humiliated, and yet somehow you were so turned on it was embarrassing. You should be thrashing about, snarling into your gag, but instead all you could do was rock your body to their salacious tempo. 

Peeking your eyes open at a particularly hard thrust from Hizashi you saw Toshinori on the edge of the chair. You could just barely make out his raspy breaths and small moans over Shouta and Hizashi’s groaning. His brilliant blue eyes bore into your own. One of his hands worked his long shaft while the other was death gripping his clothed thigh. It almost looked as if steam was pouring off of him. Was he always that muscular?

You didn’t have long to contemplate Toshinori though, with a pinch to your clit Hizashi made sure to regain your attention. He had picked up his pace, throwing Shouta a bit off balance. He leaned down sucking and biting at your neck while rolling your perky nipple. Shouta felt your velvety walls clamp down around his cock, picking up his tempo to match Hizashi’s.

By now you were a mess. Traitorous moans fumbling from your mouth as the two heroes played your body. They had picked up an alternating tempo, never leaving you without a cock inside your body. The pleasure had you throwing your head back, leaving your neck exposed and making room for Shouta to join Hizashi in leaving little claiming bites all along your delicate skin. 

“She’s getting close Hizashi, we’re gonna fuck her through it alright?”

The blond pro behind you only moaned out something that sounded vaguely affirmative, eager to feel your tight walls clamp down on him. 

You were beyond fighting them, on the brink of orgasm all it took was one pointed thrust from Shouta to have you crumbling apart. You pushed back into Hizashi’s chest, his t-shirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin as you clamped down on both of them. Hizashi moaned into your neck, his quirk picking up a bit as he lost his composure. Shouta had released your hands, ripping off your gag so he could grab your face and crash his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as your newly freed hands grabbed fist fulls of his shirt to stabilize yourself. 

As stated they continued fucking into you, dragging out your orgasm as your walls spasmed around them. Shouta’s tongue delved into your mouth, his own deep moans rumbling into you. 

“Go-gonna fuckin’ cum Sho, n- not much longer.”

In response Eraserhead reached behind you, grabbing a fist full of the blonds hair and giving it a firm tug which was enough to push him over the edge. 

“Sh-shit,” he wheezed, hips stilling as his cum filled your sore ass. “You fu- you fucking dirty cheater makin’ me finish first like that.” In kind Hizashi grabbed some of Shouta’s hair, pulling his mouth away from yours and up to his own. 

“Go ahead and cum in her Sho you know you want to,” Hizashi taunted between kisses. The familiar sound of metal against concrete drew your gaze as the all too familiar symbol of peace stood at his full height. Holy fucking shit it was All Might. 

The two pros ignored his approach, Shouta’s hips becoming a bit more deranged as he fucked into you. All Might reached in between the two and gripped your lower jaw, dazzling smile almost blinding you.

“Be a good girl now and open for me, you don’t have to swallow it all but I’d appreciate the effort.” He didn’t leave you with much of a choice finding it impossible to close your mouth with his grip, which at this point was very sore from the gag. The tip of his large member gently brushed against your lips as he shuttered at the feeling of your soft flesh. 

By this point Shouta was thrusting aggressively against your battered cervix, mouth locked with Hizahi’s as he finally reached his own release. His hips stuttered as warmth filled your cunt. 

Now all that was left was All Might. Your jaw strained to accommodate him, but he seemed to be more than aware of your limitations. He simply pushed the tip in, one hand stroking his shaft while the other gently pet your head. 

“So pretty,” he cooed down at you. “Just like that princess, I’m gonna cum now okay?” 

You simply kept your mouth open, tongue flat against the underside of his still cock as his cum filled your mouth. The bitter taste made you sputter, cum running down your chin as more took its place. After a couple more spurts he gently pulled away, some of the bitter substance sliding down your throat while the majority ended up down your chin and onto the couch below. 

All four of you were panting, frozen in time until finally All Might disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. The man you had originally believed to be some unknown hero named Toshinori now stood in his place, shyly looking down at you. 

“I guess that’s one way to show her huh big guy.” Hizashi jested. 

“I-I know probably not the most ideal but I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured a bit embarrassed. 

Hizashi and Shouta pulled out, their cum immediately running down your legs causing you to cringe a bit at the sensation. 

“You guys.. fucking suck.” was all you could think of at the moment. You waited for the rage, for them to berate or attack you, but instead all that met you was a chorus of soft chuckles.

“Figured you wouldn’t be easy to convince kitten, but don’t worry. Between the three of us you’ll come around.” 

These three men must have some thick fucking skulls to dismiss you so casually, that or their obsession was a lot deeper than you could even begin to comprehend. 

“Some fucking heroes you are,” you grumbled lowly.

“Some fuckin’ heroes we are indeed cutie! HAH get it? Cause we just fucked yah?” Hizashi laughed at his own joke while Toshinori and Shouta groaned. 

“Alright don’t make me gag you next, let’s just get everybody upstairs and clean up. We’ll do the house tour later kitten, for now we’ll just show you to your room.” 

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Hi dear! I’m not too sure if this is too specific or odd for you to write, but if not may I request Vincent comforting his pregnant s/o after Bo makes a rude comment about their baby bump size? Thank you so much and take care 💕

Anon, I'd love to do more 'mature' kind of stuff like pregnancy and other related kinks -Lactation kink and such- This fic is just fluff though! Take care of yourself and thank you! 🐇💕

Vincent Sinclair x Female Reader (Pregnant Reader)

Underthecut - Fluff, Angst, Jonesy being a good girl, Pregnancy stuff, Bo being a dick, Mentions of Killing and noncon (Brief and not with the reader)

"You know, I wouldn't doubt if half of that bump was from all that food you've been eatin." Bo snarked as he caught you mid-waddle down the streets of Ambrose with Jonesy in tow.

Jonesy whined and gave Bo a soft ruff. Her wet nose tickled your fingers.

You froze. Shoulders slumped as you spoke with a vulnerable tone, "I'm pregnant you backwoods bastard." The tears welled up, bottom lip trembled as he shuffled back to the house of wax.

Bo hollered out to you, "Aw, c'mon, sweetpea! I'm just messin around!" Jonesy, tell er!"

Jonesy barked and growled at Bo as you two made your way up the street.

Every sniffle and tear made you feel like shit as if you didn't already. "Thanks, Jonesy." You patted her head, "God, your uncle sure is a dick. And he's basically my stupid brother-in-law"

You broke out into a sob, Jonesy pressed her weight against your legs, her whines telling you she understood. Might not fully understand why you were upset, but upset nonetheless.

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Vincent busied himself with his latest creation, a teddy. He wanted it to be perfect. It was for her firstborn child after all, and that little munchkin deserved the best.

The best...

He pounded, a slight frown as he sat back in his chair. Could he give the best? Could he give his child everything their little heart desired? Realistically he knew no parent could.

It still ate away at him. Festered deep within him after the rush of excitement at the pregnancy news had worn off.

It had taken months of talking to calm him down about his appearance. Would the baby be scared of him? Screech and scream as he neared, as he neared you.

"Vincent, the baby doesn't know the concept of 'normal' They'll simply see you as their father."

He wanted to cry when you spoke those words to him.

He wasn't usually soft, years all walls being put up made him cold and calculating. No one was to tear them down.

No one but you.

"Vincent, stop worrying. Things will work out, you and Bo have been at this whole thing for years now. Sure a Baby is hard work but, we can do it."

More words replayed in his head,

"You know, Vince, I'm just as nervous. I too worry if I'll be good enough."

He cursed himself, he wished he could verbally to you just how amazing you'll be. How beautiful you look pregnant and how much more you'll look while carrying the baby in your arms.

He knows you'll look pregnant while you breastfeed, how naturally it will come to you. How the baby will cry when out of your arms.

Prayed the baby would never cry in his arms. Prayed you were right and the baby just saw him as a dad. Not some freak.

"The mask will scare him, Vince. So don't wear it around the baby!"

Vincent shook his head, snapped his attention back to the little teddy bear he was working on.

It had beige fur with buttons for eyes. Two blue-coloured buttons to match his eyes. A white snout with a sewn-in pink nose. It had a little black side smile, like the one you gave him when you were being smart with him.

Vincent perked up, the sound of his two favourite girls entering through the basement door elated him.

"Vincent?"

his heart stopped as your wobbly voice carried down the stairs.

"Vincent, I need you."

Vincent moved quicker than he could have imagined. A hand ran over Jonesy as he dashed up the stairs to place his large hand on your belly.

"Is...it...time?" He coughed as he held a powerless look. His heart sank as he watched the tears freely flow from your eyes, down your delicate cheeks.

"No, it was," A hiccup and a long sniffle, "Bo. He implied I looked fat!"

You collapsed into Vincent's arm with an audible thud, your heavy sobs muffled as you buried your face into his chest.

Vincent rolled his one eye and scooped you up. He bit his lip, his unscared cheek went pink as his chest rumbled.

He set you down on the bed next to Jonesy. He playfully shook his head as he looked down at you.

"What? Go kick his ass!"

Vincent clenched his chest, a wide smile, soft huffs from his mouth, he was laughing, to the best of his ability.

"It's not funny, Vince! You don't say that to a pregnant lady!"

He knew you were right, Bo shouldn't have said it. Was still funny how your hormones got the best of you. Normally if Bo would say such a thing to you, it would turn into a full-on verbal showdown.

Vincent sat behind you on the bed, pulled you into his chest, rested his chin on your shoulder as he pulled up the large t-shirt you wore. His. To rub your swollen belly.

You shifted uncomfortably as his fingers traced over your stretch marks. A slight whimper as his free arm wrapped itself around your chest, "Vinny, those are sore too," You gestured towards your breasts.

"M..sorry." He eased up but kept your firm against him.

His gentle strokes on your tummy, a figure pattern on your large baby bump had you sigh, your muscles eased as you shimmied closer in his arms.

The heat rose to your face, "Thanks, Vinny." You kissed his cheek, "I'm not fat?"

He coughed in an attempt to chuckle, "No...You...look beautiful."

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"Hey," You shuffled around Jonsey, an impromptu dance as you kept giggling when she pushed her snout under your large shirt. Her wet, cold nose on your sensitive skin making you shriek and jump. "I think she's excited for the baby!"

Vincent sat on the large rock outside, his sketchbook in hand, the charcoal dusting his fingers as he captured the scene in front of him.

Each stroke was careful, each tiny detail was deliberate.

The way you moved in tandem with Jonesy was captured on the worn page.

"Well?" You shot him a look before you screamed, Jonesy's wet nose making contact with your belly. "You think she's excited or what?"

His smile made your chest tingle, your heartbeat out of synch for a few beats.

"You excited to meet your baby sister or brother?" Jonesy sneezed, her tail whipped about like a weed wacker gone loose. Her brown eyes held a warmth to them.

That was it.

Vincent worked furiously on the page, the way his two favourite girls shared a moment made his creativity course through him.

He silently cursed Bo. This would be a perfect opportunity to captured these moments on camera. But, "Hey, I need a momento of me and this blonde!" If momento he meant a porno slash snuff film...well fuck him then.

Maybe it was fair. He did hog the camera. From making Sex tapes with you, from basic sex to one long video of him drugging you and dressing you up. Many videos featuring the aftermath of his kills.

"Vincent!"

your voice snapped him out of his recollection.

"Vincent!" The way you joyously called to him as Jonsey greedily kissed your tummy with her nose had him carefully set down the sketchbook. "You better get over here!"

He grabbed you, you back against his chest as he held up your bump. The way he sighed and leaned back told him the action was appreciated. But, it held you in place and, allowed Jonesy to give you all the kisses she wanted.

"Vincent!"

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 8: Nighthound

Cippia pov

I stole one of Dick's spare costumes and took it to Gus. I wanted him to do something for me. I get there and place the suit down by Gus who is sitting in a chair. I point at the bird symbol.

"So you want to help out Nightwing huh?" he asks with a chuckle.

I jump up and down barking. He was helping Zella gain control over her powers, so it was the least I could do to show my thanks. She was getting there after that whole fiasco a few weeks ago.

"OK, I think I can do something but first put this back."

I put it back and Gus had made a me a harness with metal collar attached to it in the Nightwing color. And he even made me a mask, it was a pair of goggles that fit my head and I can put over my eyes myself. I spin in joy when I saw them. Gus helps me put them on and I loved it!

"Well, you are looking good there."

I nod my head and wagged my tail like crazy.

"Now we just need a name for you. How about Nighthound?"

I bark and jump at that one.

"Thought so. I got the idea when you decided to have wings that one time just because you wanted to fly. Scared poor Zella half to death with that stunt."

I whine and lay on my belly. Not my greatest ideas. Zella grounded me from bacon for a month! I had to eat real dog food instead of the normal dinner of human food that I eat with Zella!

"Well you deserved that. She was so scared that she almost used her powers to grab you. Just be thankful it was at night so people couldn't see a flying black dog."

I forgot I can somewhat change my form. It happened from being in so much shadows I can do that now. I can change to my big form anytime and even add things to my current and big form. Thought that will be useful in helping Dick out. And the villains won't believe in a dog that can do these things. Besides it is better for me to be the hero instead of Zella.

If she was the hero Batman would hear about it. But if I do it, I can hide in the shadows more and intervene when necessary. And right on time too. It is night and Zella was really tired from practicing her powers so she went to bed early. I head out and wait in the shadows. I saw Nightwing swing through the air so I followed him. Good thing too. He was fighting about 15 crooks on the docks and didn't see one sneaking behind him, but I did.

I jump at him and knock the guy down which made him drop the pipe he was going to hit Dick with. I growl at him as a warning not to get up. He listened so smart man. I then helped knock down the others with Dick. He looked at me with surprise but quickly returned to the task at hand or paw in my case. After that Dick tied them up and left before the police arrive. We meet on top of a roof. Well more like I went there and he chased after me. When he landed, he saw me sitting down with my tongue hanging out and my tail wagging.

"So....I guess you're my new partner?"

I bark and chase my tail.

"Where did you even get those? Pretty sure it wasn't from Zella."

I nodded my head.

"So the only other person would be Gus."

I yip and do a doggy grin.

"Come on, let's go see Gus."

I follow him to Gus' apartment and Gus is waiting up for us since he was worried for me.

"So how was the first night as Nighthound?" he asks with a smile.

"Not bad, but Nighthound?", Dick asks with a raised eyebrow.

"It fits."

"It does. So any misadventures Cippia had before this?"

I whine and place my tail between my legs. I sooooo didn't want him to know about that stupid stunt!

"Yeah well Cippia here decided he wanted to fly one night. This was about three years ago. He had been in shadows so much he can alter his form. He can become the size of a grizzly bear and even add wings to either forms. So on that night he made some wings and took a running start from Zella's roof. She and I were on her balcony just drinking some coffee when this mutt comes flying over our heads and starts to flap those wings! Zella nearly had a heart attack and just about used her powers to grab him!"

"Wow."

"The little scamp saw her about to use her powers so he flew right onto the balcony and gives a doggy grin. Zella was not amused. He was grounded from bacon for a month. And instead of eating the normal dinner of human food with Zella, he had to eat dog food."

I whine, lay down, and place my paws over my nose. I didn't neeedd to be reminded of that Gus!

"OK then keep this from Zella. Quick question? What would she do to me if she found out?"

"Probably change the locks on your door, windows, balcony, and not give you the new key for maybe 2 weeks? That or just ignore you for 3 weeks or do both for 2 to 4 weeks. Depends how mad she gets."

"Yikes. She is kinda already mad at me for getting hurt."

"I bet. If you don't want to wake her to get your wounds treated, you're welcome here. That goes for you too Cippa, mainly so she doesn't find out about this right away."

Dick takes my costume off and smiles at me.

"Well his costume can go in with mine so Zella won't see it. He can come over when he wants to do patrol."

"No need to suit him up. Just place it on some hangers and he'll turn shadow and form in them. He can take them off that way too."

"Sounds good. Glad to have you....Nighthound." he says as he pets my head before leaving.

I go into a shadow and come out in Zella's bedroom. I jump onto her bed and snuggle up to her. I start to dream of Nightwing and Night-hound.

((Cippia as Nighthound! And with some wings he likes to use to fly)