#so lets just leave it at this lol

[koushuwu]

*:･ﾟ✧ THE DAD THAT STEPPED UP

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): afab!reader, stepcest, stepdad!toji, age gap, infidelity, manipulation, fingering, corruption, cunnilingus

『•• fushiguro toji | words: 4,1k | jjk masterlist ••』

excerpt: he shouldn’t make advances towards you. for numerous reasons. one: toji was already in a relationship with another woman. and two: that other woman just so happened to be your mother.

beta read by: the wonderfully talented @owoasis

toji knew he shouldn’t be looking at you like that. he knew he shouldn’t let his eyes travel up your bare legs when you walked around the house in those tiny shorts. he knew that he shouldn’t listen in outside your door at night when he got up to piss. and he knew that he shouldn’t make advances towards you. for numerous reasons.

one: toji was already in a relationship with another woman. and two: that other woman just so happened to be your mother. oh, and three: in dating your mother and living with the two of you, toji was supposed to be like a father to you. keywords being “supposed to”. because considering toji’s relationship to his biological son, he already knew it was pretty clear that he wasn’t really the parenting type. he tried though. he really did. but it was hard on him, with the way you waltzed around with those pretty legs on display, and those small tops that left little to imagination. truly it was a temptation too great for him to ignore. 

so, toji shouldn’t be looking. but he did. because while toji knew that he shouldn’t, that didn’t mean he cared about it. and as it was, he didn’t really. he really, really didn’t. and so he looked. eyes trailing all the way from your ankles and over your calves, even taking a moment to grace the skin of the back of your knee before traveling higher. your thighs were his favorite part of your legs. they looked soft and plush and time after time he found himself imagining what it’d be like to squeeze them in the palms of his hands. knead them, caress them, bite them even. okay. so he looked.

and okay, so toji shouldn’t be listening in at night, outside your door on his way back from the bathroom. especially not when he’d already heard you sneaking someone in not long prior. there were a lot of things he shouldn’t do. he shouldn’t have let you sneak a boy into your room this late at night. he shouldn’t have kept that from your mother. and he definitely should not be listening right then. yet that was another thing that he really didn’t care about that he shouldn’t be doing. because there was something intoxicating about the little muffled sounds that traveled through the closed door. he couldn’t hear much, but at one point, he thought you sounded frustrated. which wasn’t what a pretty girl like you should be feeling in bed. that’s not how a partner should treat someone precious like you in bed. you’d do much better on your own, or maybe you just needed someone to teach you. to help you discover what you liked. okay. alright. so he listened. it wasn’t that bad, right? right.

another thing he definitely shouldn’t do was make advances at you. that he definitely shouldn’t be doing. would you believe him if he said that he didn’t really care about that either? maybe he would’ve, a few days before he heard you that night. maybe. but he had heard you. he’d seen you the following day, and someone should really help you, because whoever the guy was you’d brought home that night, he clearly didn’t know how to handle a pretty thing like you. you deserved better. you deserved someone to teach you, so you could teach him how to touch you. and so maybe toji could actually be a good father figure this time. he could help you in your time of need, like any good father would, right? step up to the challenge, give you what you needed and maybe teach you a thing or two in the process.

toji hadn’t expected the opportunity to present itself so fast. so easily. laid out as if on a silver platter when he found himself alone in the house with you. and in a slip up, you’d confirmed his suspicions. you had indeed snuck someone in that night. and it had indeed been your current boyfriend. and he had in fact not been able to satisfy you. toji might’ve wondered why you even shared any of this with him in the first place, however subtly it may have been. did you trust him that much? well in that case, he was going to make sure to make himself worthy of that trust. he was going to help you in this time of need. 

what he hadn’t expected either, was how quickly you went along with him. when he’d offered his help, he’d half expected you to laugh in his face. he’d even expected you to tell him to fuck off and rat him out to your mother. but you didn’t. you looked timid. your eyes grew a little wider and your hands wrung together as you watched him, all the while toji did his best to look as inviting and trustworthy as possible. he really did want to help you. he wanted to make sure you knew exactly what you wanted. what you needed. how it was supposed to be. and he was going to teach you.

and you did agree. be it out of frustration of your boyfriend, or maybe spite, he couldn’t tell and he’d probably never know. but it truly didn’t matter to him at all. because what did matter to him, was that you allowed him help you lie back on the couch. that you didn’t push him away when he moved closer.

“comfortable?” he asked, purposefully softening his voice for you. taking you in, he studied your face intently. searching for signs you might change your mind.

“i think so,” you told him, still wringing your hands in front of your chest, as if to shield yourself, by maintaining that last bit of distance between you as he hovered above you. he smiled. it was okay. he was here to help you. and so he placed one of his hands on top of yours.

“it’s okay,” he reassured, gently peeling your hands apart, sliding his fingers in between yours. toji was never this soft with his lovers. andhe was an exceptional lover, if he did say so himself. he was assertive. strong. confident. maybe even a little rough. but with you— you weren’t his lover. this wasn’t sex. it wasn’t. he was simply going to teach you. and if that took a gentler hand, then so be it. with your hand against his palm, his fingers interlocked with yours, he cupped your cheek. “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

another thing about toji was that he didn’t kiss. he took charge. he controlled. he claimed. with his lips pressed to a lovers, he claimed them as his in that shared moment together. he took control and he did not yield it to anyone. you looked so small underneath him on the couch. maybe this time, with you, he’d take control in a different sense. that’s what he thought as he leaned in. slowly. lips just shy of yours, he told himself that he just wanted to make you feel comfortable. safe. and when his lips did press against yours, it was soft. almost gentle even as he knew that it was more than just for your benefit.

he did want you to trust him. he did. but did he want you to trust him for your sake, or for his own? even as he was telling himself that he simply wanted to help teach you a thing or two, he’d be lying if he claimed that that was the only thing he wanted. he did want to help you, but he also wanted to touch you. he really wanted to touch you. so much so, that the thought alone made his skin tingle as you kissed him back. softly. hesitantly.

“relax,” toji said against your lips, hand slipping across your skin. fingertips ghosting over your palm, the skin of your wrist, then stopping. breaking the kiss, he looks down at you. your skin was warm under the pads of his fingers. growing warmer. hotter. the throb of your pulse growing faster. quickening. strumming a frantic rhythm. “i’m just going to help you. no one has to know.”

toji studies you for a moment. your skin radiating warmth and for a moment he’s tempted to screw it all and pull you right up on top of him and have you. those pleading eyes looking up at him, pulling him in, tempting and yet so innocent that made him want to swallow you whole. he’ll teach you what it means to have a real man. wait? teach? right. he was going to teach you. he swallowed down the want. instead he smiles and he feels like a wolf in sheep's clothing as you suck your lower lip between your teeth. do you trust him? truly a horrible choice. he pushes the thought aside. he’s helping you. he wants you.

“does he make you fell relaxed?” he asks instead, hand leaving your wrist to caress your neck. your side. skimming the underside of your chest. once more leans in close. “does he touch you like this? kiss your skin like this?” toji’s breath against your neck, your ear, it made you shiver as he pressed his lips to your pulse. wet. open mouthed. expertly and he just could not help the little triumphant smile pulling at his mouth when your hand flexes before it fists against the pillow at your side.

you shake your head in reply. just a little movement that any other guy may have missed. but not toji. he’s observant, you see. he’s a talented lover. a skilled one. he knows what he’s looking for. he knows that the words lodged in your throat, but you were going to have to cooperate. you were a good girl. he knew that you could do that much. you just needed a little encouragement, so encouragement was what you’d get. his wandering fingers stilled and he pulled back, looking down at you once more.

“i need you to say it.” you swallowed, fist tightening on the pillow, there was something twisting in his stomach as he looked at you like this. something that sent his blood rushing through his veins. “i can’t help you, if you don’t tell me.”

there was something so satisfying about the way you swallowed before speaking. as if you had to work up the courage to press out the one word. “no.” breathless. barely audible. but it was there, borne on a low breath, and toji sighed.

“what a waste.” toji shook his head in disbelief, looking you up and down and taking it all in. “such beauty. truly wasted on someone who won’t appreciate you properly. but it’s alright. i’ll help you. i’ll teach you how it’s supposed to be.” he wants you. he wants to show you. show you all that he can do. what a man could do. the way you should be treated. they way you should be fucked.

his hands travel. goosebumps rise on your flesh and the way you start to squirm underneath him was exactly like the images in his head when he’d found out about you and your boyfriend. it was enticing, really. and the way your shoulders start to relax as he touches your skin. the way you willingly open yourself up to him. to his touch and to his advances. a muscle in toji’s jaw clenches when you lift your hand off of the couch and let it settle on his biceps. it’s nothing but a little show of comfort. that what he’s doing is working. but it’s progress. it’s what he wanted. it’s what he needed. he couldn’t help the smile on his lips. “it tingles,” you tell him.

“an absolute waste,” toji repeats. “when i’m done with you, you’ll know exactly how a man is supposed to make you feel. does he even make sure you’re wet enough before diving in?” his words makes your skin feel even warmer. he can feel it against his hands. you want to look away, but you can’t. instead you look straight into his eyes and he can’t help but sigh at the admittance in your eyes.

“no,” you tell him.

“open up,” he said, as two fingers caressed your lower lip. “come on, it’s okay. you’re gonna like it, i promise.” and so you obliged, lips parting and letting toji’s fingers dip inside. “that’s it. good girl,” he cooed.

it was the way that something seemed to ignite within you as he watched. the way your skin was burning bright hot against him. the way that you looked at him, earnestly yet crackling with electricity. the electricity that seemed to seep right from you and through toji’s very skin. it was the quiver of your thighs, spread on the couch, laying you bare. and the way that you stopped hiding just a little more with every touch of his hands. of his tongue. it was the way that your fingers dug into his arms in something akin to want and the way that you couldn’t hold back that little sound from escaping your lips when he touched you just right. it was all these things that made toji feel the triumphant surge rising in his chest as his finger sunk into your cunt. wet, slippery, hot. twisted even, the feeling in his gut when he watched your mouth fall open. it wasn’t that he’d doubled his own skills. he’d never doubted himself, so why would he start now? but all things considered, he knew he would be silly if he’d thought it would be easy. because of course it wasn’t going to be easy. but toji had enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. the prowl. slowly guiding you to him and earning your trust enough that you’d let him even suggest anything like this in the first place. even more so to allow toji in.

“feel this?” toji asked, fingers curling where he knew he would find the spot that would make you keen. okay. he knew that it would feel good, but he hadn’t anticipated how you’d react to the sensation. “did he ever care enough to find your g-spot?” he asked. crudely. a little rough. the pads of his fingers brushed against you again and your head lolled back on the backrest of the couch.

“he didn’t–” you breathed, trying to keep down the sounds, trying to trap them before they escaped, released into the air surrounding you, making it real. something you weren’t ready to admit just yet. but it felt good. toji knew it as well. the way your breathing grew heavier. the throbbing between your legs making it all too clear to him that you were feeling it. full already. he’d heard it before, blessed with those large hands as he was.

“what was he even doing?” toji asked in disbelief. because what kind of man with respect for himself couldn’t even hit the g spot? if toji had to bet, the boy probably couldn’t find the clitoris either. poor girl that you were to have settled for someone like him. but toji would show you. “what about this, then?” your moan ripped from your throat before you even knew what was happening when his thumb pressed against your clit. “i’ll take that as a no,” he said.

with his fingers plunged deep in your pussy, toji’s hardest battle was to keep the grin off his face. that somewhat arrogantly victorious grin that was sure to tell you exactly how much this wasn’t just for your sake. it was also for his sake as well. there was something so tempting about plucking forbidden fruit. something so utterly ensnaring that he just couldn’t help but want to sink his teeth into it. like right now, he wanted nothing as badly as he wanted to sink his teeth into you. and he would. in due time. because if he was going to show you exactly what you were missing out on, he’d better do it right. do it well, and show you everything. all of it. no exceptions. fingers, tongue, teeth. all of it. if he was lucky, and you’d let him, maybe he’d show you even more. but he had to take it slow. one thing at a time. show you properly. entirely.

your fingers were digging into the flesh of toji’s arms and his thumb flicked over your clit, elicited a whine from your throat. he’d never heard that before, and suddenly he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. that was hot. and it told toji all that he needed to know. because through the door at night, your boyfriend had never made you make such a sound. but he had. toji had made you make that noise. and he really wanted to hear it again. so while two fingers thrust inside you, curling just right, he made sure to roll your clit under the pad of his thumb once more. delicious. the sounds you made. the view he had. truly delicious. he wondered how far he could push it. how far he could go. if he should make you cum on his fingers. if he should leave you panting and desperate for more, just to take you in his mouth. would you let him? he hoped you would, because the sight alone of his own thick fingers disappearing deep in between your folds was nothing short of intoxicating.

the rush of it all. toji felt it deep in the most twisted parts of his being. knowing that what he was doing right now was inherently considered wrong on so many levels, and yet here he was. that was power, really. he’d made you put yourself in his care. and he felt victorious in ways he may or may not have expected when he first made his move on you. because he really had wanted to teach you a thing or two. but maybe the true goal had all along been to claim you. because what if maybe, just maybe, he could leave such an imprint that once wouldn’t be enough for you. that would truly be a victory. to have claimed you so fully, that you would need him again. and again and again. he was going to have to play his cards right for that to happen, he knew. this was one hurdle and as you were moaning beneath him from his fingers only. he knew he wanted to win the entire war. so he stripped the smirk off his face and instead looked at you in something that resembled concern as he pushed you further towards the edge. but not too far. not too far. 

“if he couldn’t even do this right,” toji said, watching as you opened your eyes to look at him, mouth forced shut before another moan made its way into the space between them. “did he ever even go down on you?” your eyes widened at his words and toji could have laughed out loud. could’ve. but he didn’t.

“no,” you confirmed after a moments silence. “no he didn’t.”

toji expected as much, yet hearing you say the words still came as a surprise. well, if your boyfriend wouldn’t, then toji sure as hell would give it to you. he would show you exactly what a man could do and he was gonna make sure that when he was done with you, you’d experience everything that that little boytoy of yours could never give you. everything that you were willing to let him, and maybe even a little more.

“shame,” he said, tsking at the thought of your boyfriend. “let me show you.” he didn’t ask, because he didn’t care for you to say no. maybe you wouldn’t. maybe you would. but he didn’t give you the chance to. he was going to show you, and you were going to let him. it was much easier this way. much easier to just take and give, give and take. that’s what he truly believed, even as he’d been taking it slow, approaching one step at a time. one teeny tiny step. all so you wouldn’t get scared and run off. but this. this was what he was truly like. the way he would prefer to do it. because now that you’d subjected yourself to him, he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading you out on the couch, he wondered how you’d taste. how strong you’d squeeze his tongue when he plunged it inside. he wondered if those big eyes of yours would still look at him like that, as soon as his tongue flicked against your clit for the first time. when saliva mixed with your fluids in a cocktail of desire. he wondered, and then he smiled. all he had to do was lean in and he’d know. and so he did.

amazing. you tasted amazing. fresh and new like the morning dew in spring. of course, toji normally didn’t consider such poetic words. he simply knew that you did indeed taste amazing. that your eyes shut hard and your nose scrunched up a little bit before your face went slack, mouth dropping open. he worked his tongue expertly. toji had had many a lover, and he had quite a lot of experience. he knew what he was doing and judging by the sounds you were already making, it was safe to conclude that he still had it. proud as he was, this was yet another boost to his already bustling confidence. he couldn’t help but hum against you. he truly plucked a flower in full bloom and the pride swelled, making him go harder. just a little bit. enough. a high pitched moan betrayed just how you enjoyed it. good.

your hands found their ways into his hair and toji couldn’t help but flick his tongue a little firmer. a little wetter. suck a little harder on your clit. the way your fingers threaded into the strands of his hair and how they fisted in it. he wondered how much further he could push before you’d crack and crumble at his mercy. a little further, he decided and pushed a finger back into your cunt. your hips bucked, and toji almost laughed. oh this was easy. incredible how little it took, when he’d finally stripped you bare. maybe next time he’d make you sit on his face and ride it on your own. he’d bet that he could make you do it. especially with the way your hips rocked in time with the thrusts of his finger and the rhythmic dance of his tongue. his lips. you were basically already riding him. all he had to do was make you go on top and he’d claim another first for you.

“da–toji–” throb. toji’s cock jumped at the sound of your voice. at the way you almost misspoke. dad. was he really sick and twisted for the way his desire grew at the thought of you calling him dad right now? maybe. he didn’t care. he really didn’t care, because the next moment your face scrunched up, your voice came out in a broken sob as your walls convulsed around his finger as you came. his tongue and finger continued working you through the high. guiding you back down.

“that’s a good girl,” he said. “i– shit–” the unmistakable sound of your mothers car rolled up the driveway. it only took half a minute before you were dressed and darted out the door, down the hall to your room. toji smirked to himself. close call. then he rose and glanced down the hall.

for days to come, neither you nor toji acknowledged that anything had transpired between the two of you. it was only in the few fleeting glances that sometimes followed toji’s hands a moment too long. not a single word ever uttered.

that was. until one night. when your mother was out again. toji was lounging on the couch, and suddenly, there you were, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and looking at him with something that looked a lot like curiosity. interest. want, even. his eyes trailed over you. wringing your hands, you stood there and toji knew what you wanted. it wasn’t hard to guess. he would step up. he give you what you needed. because what kind of father figure would he be if he didn’t help you in your time of need?

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 113

“I seem to have been taken hostage.” Batman’s words almost had Superman panic if not for the wry tone, a tone which the others didn’t know if their freaking out was to go by. Clark sighed through the comms, tired after battle and honestly wanting to go to bed now.

“I’ll be right over, what child has latched onto you now?” He asked while switching to a more private channel. 

“I can already hear you making fun of me…” Wha- Oh. Clark bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as he took to the air. “They appear to be a pair of twins with…” 

“You gotta’ say it Bruce, you gotta’,” Clark couldn’t stop the chuckle when he saw his friend on the top of a building, cape curled around his form in a way usually reserved for the robins. 

“... with dark hair… and blue eyes…” That was it. Clark absolutely lost it in laughter. 

[t0ast-ghost]

Why does Wolverine just have multiple pictures of Jean and Scott in the original cartoon? All he ends up doing is lying in his bed looking at them sadly, like he wants them to be a polycule so bad

[wispurring-moss]

brain said this one had to be written in hieroglyphs so idk if the jokes are even gonna land— 😆😂

but don't worry, Angel; when there's only so many braincells to go around then it's inevitable that you'll have some absolute smoothbrain moments like this one, it's okay, we all have them— x'3c

[littlecrittereli]

Hey there! I read both Reprogrammed and Decoded and was blown away. Unfortunately (sorta), my odd little brain had one little question that was burning from the end of Reprogrammed till the end of the story: what about the Wild Kratts Kids? How did they react to Chris's disappearance/return? I know if I were 8 and my teacher (i guess thats an okay metaphor? maybe?) randomly disappeared for 3 months and came back 10 pounds lighter with dozens of new scars and white hair in their early twenties, I'd be a little torn up/curious. How would Chris feel about showing up on screen in front of a bunch of kids in his state? Would he...wear a...hat...or something...? I don't know, just thoughts lol

They never told the public that Chris was missing (Didn't wanna scare the kids or give the Villains the knowledge that they were vulnerable)

And being out in the most rural parts of the world, it's not uncommon for them to go months without any sort of public appearance. For now, Martin is handling any sort of press alone until Chris is ready to be back in the public eye.

But of course they still run into a wild kratts kid every once and a while.

He's still working on his alibi.....

[luxaofhesperides]

Can I please have meet cute/weird with mistaken villain! Danny (but really just a engineer and or chem student) and the one being put on investigation cause Danny is a day villain(not really)! Duke

Technically, Danny Fenton is innocent. Technically. 

Duke wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially since he’s having so much trouble finding solid evidence that Danny is stealing from a wide variety of people, but he’s been burned before by trying to see people as better than they were. It doesn’t change the fact that Oracle’s cameras keep spotting Danny right before a building on the street is broken into and something stolen. He’s always just walking down the sidewalk; no one has spotted him entering or exiting a building, but he’s around far too often to be unconnected to these burglaries. 

It doesn’t help that strange, petty crimes have been on the rise since Danny first arrived in Gotham. 

So.

Danny Fenton is technically innocent.

Duke is trying to prove that he’s not. 

Maybe I’m looking too closely, he thinks, going over Danny’s sparse file in the Hatch. Maybe Danny’s only one person in a bigger operation.

He could just be the lookout, the runner, the information gatherer who marks which buildings to hit. He may even be the scapegoat, the sacrificial lamb; Danny has no support in Gotham, no family, no job. There would be no one to help him if he got arrested or injured in a fight. He’s a freshman college student from Illinois who should be unprepared for life in Gotham but is somehow managing to survive like a native. 

There’s a lot about Danny that doesn’t add up. 

Duke has seen plenty of different people since he first went out as the Signal. He’s tried to be kind and give people the benefit of the doubt, but it leads to his loved ones being put in danger. Some people are truly evil, some working on a malicious agenda, some are misguided in their beliefs, and some are desperate people who see no other way to move forward.

He’s not sure yet which on Danny is, but he’s hoping Danny is just desperate and needs a little help to get out of a life of crime.

Which leads to the next problem: Duke has no idea what Danny is steal, or why. He hits both rich and poor folks, civilians and members of the mob, and once, notably, stole something right out of Cobblepot’s office. Allegedly, at least, since no one saw him enter or exit the office, not even the security cameras. 

But added to the whispers going around about a new group in Gotham snatching people up from the streets, and some strange green substances found in warehouses often raided by police for the frequent drug labs that pop up in them… 

It doesn’t look good for Danny. Especially when a few of the items he stole were found where people either vanished or where that green substance has been found.

A week of analysis in the Batcave and they still don’t know what it is. 

Both Damian and Jason suspected Lazarus water, but the composition was completely different. By the look of the molecular structure, it shouldn’t have been in a liquid form at all. 

All these findings lead back to one person who may have answers: Danny Fenton.

According to Tim, who’s already broken into Danny’s dorm room and checked over all the labs he has classes in, Danny has some concerning items in his possession. Various inventions and little metal knick-knacks put together by a practiced hand. He was also the one to find all the information that went into Danny’s file when it was first being made: social media posts, school report cards, news articles about his parents… everything. 

And then he had an emergency mission to take with the Titans that swept him out of Gotham leaving Duke to tackle this investigation on his own. 

He doesn’t have Tim’s natural skill in stalking and invading privacy. He hates breaking into people’s spaces and following them around, but needs must and he has to force himself to work through the discomfort. 

It’s a good thing he did, too. Danny’s leaving his dorm after his last afternoon class, hood up to hide his face and something held in the front pocket of his hoodie. He ducks around people on the sidewalk easily, almost as if he’s gliding through the crowd instead of walking. 

Duke follows from above, bending the light around him to hide him from sight. 

He walks for some time, weaving through alleys and streets as if he’s been in Gotham his whole life, leaving behind the university campus to head towards Otisberg. There’s something strange about the way Danny walks, as if he’s moving around people who aren’t there, guided by something Duke can’t hear. Even using his meta abilities doesn’t do much beyond show him where Danny’s going to be in the next few seconds. 

He continues to follow Danny on the rooftops, walking along the edge to keep him in sight. 

Then Danny stops behind an apartment building and tilts his head back to look up at it. He tilts his head to the side, then nods and looks around the empty alley. Duke crouches down, keeping his eyes on Danny in the hopes of catching him in the act—

Danny disappears.

Duke curses under his breath and jumps down from the roof, putting more strength into his abilities as soon as his feet touch the ground. 

The space where Danny was has a faint outline, oddly enough. He’s never seen that before. From it is a semi-transparent trail, smoke-like and a pale green leading into the building. It goes straight into a wall, as if Danny walked through it.

He can’t go in and search the entire apartment, but he can grapple up and take a look into the hallways to see where Danny’s heading. If he was looking up, then that’s where he should be heading. 

It doesn’t take any effort to scale the building. There are ledges and windowsills and plenty of handholds for him to propel himself off of, and paired with his powers, Duke is able to find the correct floor in just under two minutes. 

The green smoke slowly dances through the air of the ninth floor, on the east side of the building. If he’s been counting the rooms correctly, then the target of tonight’s burglary has to be apartment 924. 

The curtains are drawn on the window he makes his way over to, and his abilities don’t show him anything helpful for the immediate future. He hates going in blind, especially to a civilian’s home, but capturing Danny takes priority. Duke picks the lock and slides the window up slowly, making sure it stays quiet, then slips into an empty bedroom. 

He makes his way out into the hallway on silent feet, keeping a wary eye on the thin smoke strands of green, curling along the walls. The rest of the apartment is empty as well, pale sunlight slanting across the floor through the blinds. 

Everything is still and silent. Danny’s nowhere to be found. 

Did he miss Danny leaving, somehow? Was this a misdirect to get him out of the way while Danny stole from another location? Did he know Duke was following him?

But no, his ears pick up on the faint sound of clothes rustling. 

Cautiously, Duke turns towards the front door, where the door to the coat closet is open. He focuses on what’s going to happen in the next twenty seconds and sees Danny panic, then disappear from sight again, but a transparent outline of his body is visible just enough to show him where he runs to. Best not to spook him; Duke pulls at the light around him and bends it to hide him from sight.

Then he moves along the wall, getting around the open door without bumping into anyone or anything. 

A figure in front of the coats, shoving them to the side roughly, flickers in and out of view, almost like a reflection in water, distorted by ripples on the surface. 

Danny pops back into visibility suddenly, scowling at the coats. “Are you sure it’s in here?” he asks the empty air. 

There is no answer, but Danny acts like there is. He rolls his eyes and says, “It’s a favor. That I’m doing for you. I can literally stop right now and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” He shoves aside another heavy winter coat, then sighs. “Why don’t you look for it, and then tell me where it is.”

He steps back and bumps into Duke.

Danny whirls around, eyes wide, and blast of green light has Duke crashing back into the wall, trying to blink spots out of his eyes. 

“Wait!” he yells, grabbing for Danny before he can run off. “I just wanna talk!”

“Standing right behind me like a serial killer does not make you look like someone who wants to talk!” Danny yells back, slipping through his hands like mist. 

“I just have a few questions!”

“Well, I have a question: why?!”

“Will you hold still, we’re being too loud!”

Danny escapes to the other side of the apartment, next to a window looking fully prepared to fling himself out of it. But he does stop yelling, so Duke is counting it as a success.

“Why is the Signal coming after me?” Danny asks, glaring at him suspiciously.

“Dude,” Duke says, “You’ve been seen outside of every single building that’s had a burglary since you first arrived in Gotham. All the Bats are after you, they just sent me because I’m the only one active during the day.”

“All the Bats?” Danny repeats, losing what little color he had in his face.

He looks legitimately scared, pale enough to be concerning, and Duke drops his guard and tries to relax the tension in the apartment. “I’m not gonna turn you into the cops or anything. I just had questions and you seem like the most likely person to have answers. That’s it.”

Danny still looks wary, ready to run at a moment’s notice, but he doesn’t leave when Duke approached casually, leaning his weight against the couch. 

“So,” he begins, “What’s the deal with all the thievery? It’s rarely something super rare or expensive.”

There’s a long few minutes where Danny doesn’t answer, looking anywhere but at Duke. Then he twitches a bit and glares off to the side, and says, “I taking items that are contaminated with ectoplasm to help ghosts move through the veil and leave Gotham.”

That tells him nothing! That just gives Duke more questions! But at least it’s an answer, the first one any of them have got.

“I think you’re gonna have to explain a little more.”

“Ghosts are real, alright?”

“Yes.”

Danny stops. Squints at him. “What do you mean, ‘yes’?”

“Ghosts are real,” Duke repeats, “There are a few who help heroes or are heroes themselves, but that’s more on the magic side of things so I’m not super familiar with it.”

“Magic,” Danny says slowly. “Sure, alright. Um. Yes, ghosts are real. And there are a ton in Gotham who need help moving on, but they’re too weak to get past the veil. Something about Gotham has made the veil super strong, so they need a little boost to get through. Additional ectoplasm bonded helps with that.”

“And that’s why you’re stealing random things?”

“The ghosts I help can kind of sense ectoplasm-infused things, but they need me to grab them since they can’t hold anything without a physical body.”

Duke nods slowly. “Okay, that’s starting to answer some things. We have found those objects in the last places missing people were seen. Any idea what’s going on with that?”

“Yeah, those people were already dead.”

The way Danny says the most concerning answers as if they’re nothing is really throwing Duke off his game. He was expecting to be calm and serious to keep Danny from freaking out too much and look like a legitimate hero. But as soon as Danny started talking, all his nerves fell away and Duke is left grasping for composure. 

“They were…”

“They were ghosts, yeah. And they needed to get through the veil. But they were also able to possess their own bodies and didn’t realize they were dead until I had to break the news to them, which is why it looks like living people just up and disappeared.”

“Okay… What about the green stuff we’ve been finding?”

“Ectoplasm.” Danny holds up a hand and a neon green light surrounds it. Except it looks more solid than light, as if it can be touched, and it moves on its own like fire around Danny’s fingers. “It’s what ghosts are made of.”

Oh. If Danny has ectoplasm, does that mean…

“Are you dead?” Duke asks, heart dropping. 

Instead of looking upset about the question, or even disturbed by it, Danny just shrugs and waves his hand back and forth. “A little.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Duke says, trying to resist the urge to rub his temples. It’s a habit he didn’t mean to pick up from Batman, and it would just look silly with his helmet in the way. “You’re just doing all this to help ghosts?”

“Yeah. Basically. They asked for help man, of course I was going to help them.”

Danny’s a good person. He’s just a good person to ghosts. But this is good news either way, and he can let the others know that Danny isn’t the next Catwoman and is entirely unconnected from any drug production. Everything that made him look like a criminal is just the fault of ghosts. 

“Speaking of,” Danny continues, “Looks like they found what they need, so I’m going to grab that real quick.” He pushes off of the wall and heads for the closet again, moving past Duke without any fear. Duke follows, keeping a few feet of distance between them so Danny doesn’t feel trapped, and watches as he shoves aside the coats again and pulls a shoebox out of the depths of the closet. From it, he takes a single intricate lace headband and holds it up.

It looks normal, if a little old, but when Danny sends ectoplasm through it, the lace lights up and holds the glow. 

He pulls some strange contraption out of his pocket and holds it up to the headband. It makes a few beeps, then Danny mutters, “7.4 millisieverts. That’s enough to get you through the veil.”

Another concern Duke can let go of: Danny’s not creating weapons like his parents have, he’s just measuring ectoplasm through his own inventions. 

Maybe he could talk to Bruce or Tim about getting Danny an internship at the R&D lab in Wayne Enterprises? That way they could keep a closer eye on him while seeing what he can create in some of the best laboratories in the country.

Well, it might take having them meet Danny before they trust him enough for that, but Duke is sure he can make it happen. 

“I better go see this through, then,” Danny says, shoving the contraption back into his hoodie pocket. He gives Duke a small awkward wave, then pops out of visibility. “I’ll see you around, I guess?” he disembodied voice hedges, and Duke smiles.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to find you again.”

“Cool. I gonna go now!” 

He doesn’t see any sign that Danny’s left, but he gets a feeling that he’s alone now, the apartment suddenly emptier than it was before. 

As strange and concerning as Danny and all his bizarre actions were, Duke is glad he was able to finally talk to him and get some answers. Knowing how Gotham pulls people him in, it’s only a matter of time before the other Bats are exposed to Danny’s kind of strange. He’s already looking forward to it. 

For now, though, he has a file to update in the Hatch; POTENTIAL THREAT will be removed and replaced with GHOST HELPER. 

If anyone goes snooping into his files and gets confused, then that’s their problem. Duke’s explained enough. And Danny can take care of the rest, once they go through the effort of tracking him down. Duke's done his part, he's ready for the rest of them to step up to his level.

He can’t wait to see what other kind of trouble Danny can get it into.

[naturecalls111]

WIP!!! Stealing glances amidst victory celebrations in Suna….

[mythalism]

i am sure a lot of people can relate but the idea of solavellan closure and a legitimate, canon ending to their story actually makes me feel vaguely ill. like what do you mean we are getting an ending. i have carried this story in my soul for A DECADE, during some of the most formative years of my life, and now it’s going to just be…. OVER??? WHAT????

[zivazivc]

What do the band mates look like now?

Hed's a dad, and Les finally found a shirt that fits him

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 96: trapped in a timeloop all by yourself, handsome?

[sysig]

Chewtoy (Patreon)

[whathappeninglestappen]

I have a question. When the drivers do the fan stages before a race, F1 usually has two teams go at the same time (for example, I’ve seen Alpine and Ferrari go together before). Why don’t Ferrari and Red Bull ever go together?

Can you imagine Charles and Max on the stage together. Laughing when asked silly questions or blushing when they look at each other.

Lestappen interacting during a fan stage would be simply lovely. 😊

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[slow-reader-reads-books]

Lesbingyuan au where it’s the normal set up of post extras Bingge dimension traveling into another universe to find his own Shen Yuan. Except the world he arrives in (and is stuck in, can’t opt out of this gender journey) is a slightly genderbent one.

(hidden under a read more bc this turned basically into a wonkily grammatically tensed mini-fic)

Our darling Peerless Cucumber is a 20 something self-proclaimed straight girl with untapped soft butch potential, and is currently recovering from the harrowing trauma of the sunk cost fallacy. She’s spent a lot of time spending money on, reading, and participating in the online fandom of Proud Immortal Demon Way, and she’s currently also dealing with the fact that all her hard work in making herself heard to Great Master Airplane was seemingly for nothing. You see, Shen Yuan had the brilliant idea to create an account that appeared to be a perfectly demographically targeted straight male fan of YY novels who could critique Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky as his fellow but also his better and be listened to and receive great accolades from all frequenters of Zhongdian Literature and be validated for her hate of his writing.

“Airplane’s stupid pen name is a dick joke, I guess I gotta make mine one too… Just to, you know, seem legit and like we have common ground.”

What this charade accomplished was very little, but Peerless Cucumber did become very infamous for three things. One, his nitpicking (“It’s hardly nitpicking if it harms the integrity of the whole story1!!”). Two: his Luo Binghe fanboying (“As a protagonist he’s clearly just a cut above the rest when it comes to soul and wit, the story just rarely ever shows it off”). And three: his skipping of the steamy scenes (“I highly doubt this near identical scenario that also happened twenty chapters back but with a different wife of the week with this exact same cliffside flower giving off the same aphrodisiac mist to Bingge and new wife below will now suddenly be of any plot consequence for the next arc. It didn’t last time either, SKIP!”).

His fervent online activity garnered him the reputation of being an Airplane anti-fan, but also the assumed personality of a submissive simp who hates the easily dominated women that populate Luo Bingge’s harem. 

“lol thats why he must like mingyan so much. she never let bingge push her down. cucumber-bro must want a girlfriend who’ll chain him up and whip him! hes a pervert just like the rest of us, just a worse type kek.” 

Shen Yuan, when looking at such reply comments, gets shiver-inducing flashbacks to when her meimei left her BL comics out for everyone and the Buddha to see. She accidentally witnessed frightening scenes of thin, long-limbed men pushing each other down, tying each other to beds and cracking whips on skin until they shed blood, tears and semen, the shou begging for the gong to stop and the gong never listening. 

Shen Yuan tries to put such things out of her mind if only to preserve in amber the precious, innocent image of her meimei she knows to be true, but also secondarily to focus on the insulted male pride she’s supposed to be feeling after being accused of being a wussy submissive deviant in bed. That sort of accusation requires an in-depth 10,000 character response in order to remain in character as a straight male YY novel connoisseur.

Shen Yuan, as Peerless Cucumber but also as her true self, was undoubtedly straight. Staying in character, Peerless Cucumber made sure to extol the beauty of characters like Liu Mingyan— “She’s an intelligent and cold beauty and is written with a clear and vivid personality! A true equal for our Bingge on the battlefield and in matters of the heart!” As well as occasionally Ning Yingying— “She’s not the boring choice, you all just don’t know the special value a loyal shijie character brings, even if she does lose 99% of her personality to that one singular trait…”

But don’t get it twisted! This is a part of her performance! In real life, logged off and touching grass and breathing fresh outdoor air, she’s your run-of-the-mill average girl who is just a part of the pack. 

Her goals in life are simply not ambitious, is all. If there was a competition with ten available spots to win, she’d have no qualms placing tenth and simply feel honored to have participated. If there are ten girls and nine of them bag a good boyfriend, Shen Yuan doesn’t mind being the tenth who gets unlucky. She’s just kind to her meimeis and jiejies like that! As if she’d take that away from them! They'd probably been wanted those boyfriends for a long time! 

Shen Yuan is hardly a sore loser, and she knows the great importance of girl code and female friendship.

So, Shen Yuan being the normal average and totally straight and cisgender girl that she is decides to wallow in her Airplane-induced misery by going to a con, donning her homemade Mobei-jun cosplay. She worked hours of her life learning how to sew just for this project to the point her family thought she was finally thinking about settling down and learning wifely skills. 

Unfortunately for her ignorant family she’s actually just investing in a really elaborate excuse to cross dress. Well, it’s not really crossdressing, it’s just cosplay! Cosplay is totally different and not about taking on the gender of a character, but their larger identity! She didn’t want to explain this to them, and internally felt afraid and hesitant about it, as if they’d view her as weird for wanting to do this, so she didn’t bother to try at all.

So, Shen Yuan in her 160 centimeter/5 foot 3 inch glory decked out in dark blues and blacks, fur lining the shoulders of her outfit for style points, and wearing a long white wig styled mostly loose but with a few thin braids, chances upon a particularly striking Luo Binghe cosplayer. Not just any Luo Binghe cosplayer, but the best one! He’s tall, must be over 180cm/6 foot but also svelte and willowy in surprising ways. His hair is long and flows down his back from a ponytail ornamented at the base with a thin metal guan. Parts of his cosplay seem very benign, but others seem meticulously crafted and exquisite in quality, especially that sword at his hip! Just looking at it intimidated her, yikes! Job well done, cosplayer!

This Luo Binghe also had the most beautiful and delicately boned face she’d ever seen, eyes dark and deep and highly reflective like that of a lake on a dark and starry night. The cosplayer’s voice was also deeply melodic and enchanting.

This cosplayer… is also a woman! Shen Yuan nodded to herself internally, yes that must be it! No man looks like this in reality, this is a fellow female sufferer of Proud Immortal Demon Way impersonating a fictional man for similar psychological reasons as her. A surge of female loyalty spawns in Shen Yuan’s chest, and she doesn't even bother resisting the urge to walk over and strike up a conversation with this Luo Binghe.

She spat out her name in quick order and immediately started on the topic of female character writing in the novel. The Luo Binghe cosplayer was looking at her quietly and with a heavy amount of gravity, ink-brush eyebrows sitting elegantly low above her eyes in attentive focus. What a good listener this lady is, Shen Yuan thought. She can’t remember when someone last listened to her this closely. She hypocritically chooses to not pay attention to that train of thought any further. “In a world like Proud Immortal Demon Way,” Shen Yuan began with slight smarm, “who would choose to be a woman? I certainly wouldn’t if I wanted to see the interesting parts of the world that drew me into the story in the first place. A male protagonist can explore it freely, but the female characters are all locked away in either the marriage bedroom or the highly isolated harem palaces. Great Master Airplane clearly didn’t eat enough walnuts as a child, he must have some sort of brain deficiency when it comes to writing proper characters— ” 

The tall Luo Binghe cosplayer suddenly spoke up. “Choose?” “Hm? Yeah, I mean, in a world like that, there’s basically no choice, yeah? Gotta serve the narrative and readers and all. But the real world doesn’t have a narrative, we only have ourselves and each other to guide us. So we just do what we want, figure it out as we go. Like us two! We wanted to dress up as these male characters from this asinine story and attend this con and we figured out how to do it! We’re kindred spirits, you and I, we’re zhiyin!” “So when you leave this con, you will also choose to take this manner of dress off and wear something else?” “Obviously. Though, my go-to outfit is just a big t-shirt and sweatpants, or athletic shorts. This kind of thing is the extent of me dressing up.” Shen Yuan didn’t notice, but the Luo Binghe cosplayer’s eyes mildly glazed over in irritated confusion at the unfamiliar terms. Nor did she notice the slight expression of planning that developed in that gaze, as if they were imagining a future shopping expedition to find an outfit Shen Yuan would want to dress up in that wasn’t a facsimile of Luo Binghe’s right hand man.

“I… also want to leave this con and wear something else.” “The busyness getting to you, huh jiejie? You must have gotten here a lot earlier than I did, you poor thing. I guess this is it, it was nice talking to you—” “I don’t have any other clothes with me, and am unable to go back home. Can you help this poor one, jiejie?” “Jiejie—” Shen Yuan coughed. “Am I… wait you can’t go back home? Did your ride ditch you or something, aiyah what a scummy thing to do! I do have extra clothes on me, though I don’t think they’ll fit you. But let’s go find out. I guess if I have to take care of you like this, it does make me feel like a jiejie. Your height made me assume you were older than me, haha.”

Shen Yuan laughed, and the Luo Binghe cosplayer rapidly relaxed and took on an easy smile. “An innocent mistake. Jiejie must often be assumed to be younger than her actual age.” Shen Yuan hummed absent-mindedly. “Eh, not really. I’m only 22, and I think I look it. It’s you who looks like a jade immortal, uh, meimei.” She stuttered when she realized she hadn’t yet caught the other cosplayer’s name, and for some reason it felt weird to just call her Luo Binghe without her also LARPing along as Mobei-jun. Shen Yuan by this point had taken the tall meimei’s hand, it pale and slender much like the rest of her, and had been pulling her along towards the public bathroom to make use of her backpack’s change of clothes, walking along the wall to avoid foot traffic. However, the moment she had finished her sentence and called the other one meimei, the Luo Binghe cosplayer suddenly slammed her free hand on the wall and yanked hard on the one Shen Yuan was holding, pulling her in close to herself, caging her in from behind. Shen Yuan squeaked and found herself crowded against the wall. Her back was encased in a warm and dark heat and she could see above her that jade-white hand curled tightly in on itself, heel practically grinding against the wall. It looked like it was trembling slightly. An earth-shatteringly tight grip squeezed the fingers of her still held hand to the point of hurting slightly. Shen Yuan winced at the sensation.

Shen Yuan heard sharp, heavy breathing above her. Not knowing what to do nor quite what was going on, she squeezed back the hand that was keeping hers hostage and leaned back slightly. Comfort is what she’s doing this for, right? Feels like the reason she’s doing it. 

Shen Yuan felt the other cosplayer jolt behind her. After a tense beat, a forehead slowly dropped onto her shoulder. Shen Yuan was wearing fur along the top half of her outfit as a part of her Mobei-jun cosplay, but nonetheless she could feel the vague contour of the other’s nose through it, burrowing deeper into its warmth. Shen Yuan now felt awkward for only bothering with faux-fur for her cosplay. But with that face resting upon her shoulder and an odd sense of vulnerability wafting off of her, a sharp sense of broad awareness filled Shen Yuan's mind mysteriously. Her mind filled up with sensory information on the one behind her, naturally taking note of every detail with ease.

“Meimei…” the Luo Binghe cosplayer trailed off, muffled slightly by Shen Yuan’s cosplay, but also seemingly by her own emotions being stuck in her throat. “Can I really be jiejie’s meimei?” Shen Yuan didn’t really know what to do or how to respond, so she simply continued to lean her weight back onto the other. She then pulled on the elbow that led to the hand positioned above her until it was brought down far enough for her to grab properly. Shen Yuan took both hands in hers and placed them in front of her in a comfortable position. They were slightly cold, so she rubbed at them with her thumbs.

The Luo Binghe cosplayer picked her head up and looked down at the sight with watery eyes and a warbling lip. Both of her hands were cradled in that grip, gently held in front of the shorter’s stomach in a tender and intimate fashion. Their arms were bent parallel and their front and back slotted together in a way that, to the taller one, felt predestined.

“Can you, what kind of question is that, of course you can. But, I’d like to have your name too, if you don’t mind? Only calling you meimei sounds like I’m calling out to my real little sister.” Shen Yuan laughed and looked up over her shoulder nonchalantly. 

Somewhere in the distance, she can hear people giggling and snapping pictures of the two. She felt a twinge of embarrassment. Of course this moment looks compromising from the outside, they’re cosplaying Luo Binghe and Mobei-jun!

Shen Yuan was suddenly working very hard to maintain a cool poker face in front of her very tall and newly minted meimei.

Bringing up her real little sister and then suddenly being thrust into this type of self-aware of cringe violently and nonconsensually summoned forth invented images of a dog blooded BL scenario that wouldn’t be out of place in her real meimei’s leisure literature.

Fellow con goers, please have mercy on us two women and don't be thinking of what I'm thinking! We’re merely having a pure hearted, early friendship bonding moment! Skinship is very much common and normal between people like us, disregard the kabedon! Totally normal female friendship is blossoming here, get your homoerotic dog blood tropes out of our personal lives!

“This one is called… Qiu Bingbing.” Her voice hitched and quavered with some sort of ineffable, delicate emotion. “Bingbing, ah? Written with the same character as Binghe, meaning ice? And Qiu, is that with the character meaning the autumn season or the character meaning a grave mound?”

Qiu Bingbing hummed and nodded lethargically to the first question and spoke up for the second, hesitating slightly. “Qiu as in autumn.” “What a pretty name, “autumn ice”. You fit the bill of Luo Binghe perfectly, but with a name like that it’s nearly a pity to go by something else. You’re a miraculous find in a place like this, Bing-mei.” Shen Yuan complimented with abandon, eager to make her new friend feel good, and turned around. Still holding one hand, she impulsively took the chance Qiu Bingbing’s still bowed head offered and patted it softly.

She did that for a while, not paying attention to anything else. A euphoric smile opened on Qiu Bingbing’s lips. She was lost in the moment too. 

The rest of the world fell away. As long as Luo Binghe, no, as long as Qiu Bingbing can worm her way into every crevice of Shen Yuan, she’ll be fine. He before was always grasping at any semblance of peace and security only for it to slip through his grasp like sand, but she’s found it. She’ll nestle in and hibernate inside Shen Yuan’s veins and she’ll never let go. She will never.

“Let’s go get you those clothes. Good thing I like them oversized, they should be mildly presentable on you, even if they aren’t anything girly.”

“I can live without anything girly, anything of yours will do.”

“That’s good to hear, let’s go then.”

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Masturfesting w/ Mikey

♡ NSFW, fem reader, masturbation + manifesting, delusion, established friendship, panty stealing, perv!Mikey, college au ♡

note: my beautiful moot @i-literally-cant-with-this gave me this little idea 🩷 I started at 2am and finished around 3, its 6:30 right now so yeah lol I need some rest

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You and Mikey had always been close growing up, and that didn't change one bit when you two got to college. Of course he was still out partying and fighting with his friends, those things, along with your presence, were the only things he kept consistent. But a lot of things changed, he started becoming more aware of himself, of his feelings towards you, and of his place in your life. He knew he wanted a relationship with you, but wasn't sure how to approach you. So he did what he thought was best and started doing some research.

He discovered a lot of romance coaches, wikiHow articles and unhelpful stuff like that, but then he struck what he thought was a gold mine. He discovered the spiritual side of love, specifically types of love potions and spells. He was never one to believe in magic but it couldn't hurt to try. The one that caught his eye? Masturfesting. It was so disgustingly delusional, it just had to work. And so, he started a routine. Everytime he was hard, he'd go on your social media pages, scroll through, and find a picture he could get off to. He'd start off slow, savoring the moment and imagining your pretty hands wrapped around his dick. He'd finish pretty quickly, staining his phone and the picture of you on the screen with gooey strings of cum.

This became a daily occurrence for him, but as of late he felt like it wasn't working. He needed to go further, to do something more…risky. So he walked to your dorm after class, under the false pretenses of having a study session. You two were in your room laying on a pile of pillows on the floor, flipping through textbooks, when suddenly you had to use the bathroom. You left the room, giving Mikey the chance to take his masturfesting to the next level. He rooted around in your dirty laundry, stealing a pair of your panties and pocketing them for himself. You came out of the bathroom and were none the wiser.

After the study session was over he went back to his dorm, rushing to the bathroom to make use of your panties. The soft material felt like heaven wrapped around him, and he couldn't help but imagine thrusting into your pretty pussy instead of his hand. The way they felt, the way they looked, the way they smelled, everything turned him on and made him even more determined to have you for himself. He fully believed that his disgusting actions would result in you unknowingly falling head over heels for him, and maybe it would…or maybe he's just delusional as all hell. Either way he's not gonna stop, not anytime soon, not until he's sure you'll want him as much as he wants you.

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[kelocitta]

There is currently a rather large discussion ongoing about the RW fandom behavior, drama, etc. I am not going to talk about the specifics of whats happened for a number of reasons. But what I do want to say is that if at any point you've harassed people over it, whether that be through anon asks or public posts- you did nothing but damage the ability for people to correctly process what is happening. You contributed nothing but harm to an already delicate situation. It does not matter what "side" you were on and I will not tolerate further interaction with me or my work if I found out you did such. If you let your personal hate for anyone boil over into threats, wishes for long term harm and petty comments meant to contribute nothing but slander or mental distress for the individuals involved who were already distressed (or acting irrationally) you did nothing but make it harder for people to process their emotions, thoughts and behaviors constructively. Regardless of who you think was in the right, who fucked up, whatever. It doesn't matter if they deserved it, or earned it, or if its an eye for an eye. Its difficult enough as it is to think clearly when presented with any kind of stressful situation and heckling people does nothing but make it worse and harder for them to explain themself in any capacity. I don't want you anywhere near me if you think that is an acceptable way to act.