#stress writing

[flamingpudding]

I have a theory!

Duke groaned, his head tumping against his desk on his side of the room. He had heard these words often enough by now to know that his roommate was going to start ranting about something strange but weirdly fascinating again.

The last time his roommate started with that, he went on a rant how all rich people have a secret basement below their homes or some secretly identities with a bulletpoint list of what to look out for as a warning. Which Duke had a hard time not laughing about as he thought about Bruce, who ended up checking a lot of the bulletpoints.

"Danny what is it now?" Duke ended up asking after all. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop his roommate. No one aside from his sister apparently could, Danny even gave her number to Duke as an emergency number in case Danny ever gets so caught up in his own thoughts that even he himself couldn't stop himself anymore. Yeah that was weird to watch Danny trying to stop himself, but it was fascinating that his sister only needed to say his name twice over the speaker.

"Duke hear me out!" Okay of to a good start, so this meant Danny wasn't a hundred percent behind his own theory.

"Red Hood is a ghost or part ghost!"

If Duke had been drinking something, he would have taken a spit take here. For some reasons he had the image of Jason wearing a bed sheet saying the most deadpan 'Boo' in his head when Danny said that. He coughed, trying to hide that amusement. "What makes you say that?"

"You know how you 'saw' that I am a 'Meta'?" Danny ask him in return and Duke nodded still feeling a but weird with how Danny sounded when he refred to himself as Meta but also vividly remembering how his roommate pretty much blinded him on the day he moved into the dorms. "I can kind of see something similar. Like I explained how I have a ghost sense and all that, right?"

"Yea, you did." Duke nodded along, he new his roommate became a Meta through a lab accident. Once Duke had asked him and they had the cleared the air about both of them being Metas, Danny had somewhat opened up a bit on his whole weird family and Duke thought his family wasn't normal but compared to the Fentons the Batfamily might as well could be.

"Well last night I ran into him when I went scrap collecting for my engineering project!"

"DANNY!" Duke couldn't help but scowl. One the school was providing materials, Danny didn't need to do that and two, if he met Red Hood aka Jason that meant Danny wandered far enough to end up near or in Crime Alley! He would need to bug Jason later to find out more about that.

"I know, I know." His roommate waved him off. "Anyway, my ghost sense tingled. Soooo Red Hood got to be a ghost or part ghost, considering he hit a wall instead of phasing through it when he chased me..."

"Danny!" Duke scowled him again, hidding his amusement behind it. Now, he really had to get THAT story out of Jason later, plus he wanted to see if there maybe was possible video proof of Jason running into a wall chasing after Danny.

"Anyway! I got more than just that! Listen here, you know how I told you about some of my parents' inventions..." Danny instead continued finally starting his rant.

[thelostandforgottenangel]

We'll Get Through This Together

Tears were streaking down her face in fast rivers as she stared at the counter of her bathroom unable to breathe much less speak as she looked down on that small object that was saying her life was about to change forever

A change she most defiantly was not ready for

Time seemed to just freeze around the trembling woman having no idea how long she had been standing there before finally choking out the saddest wail dropping to the floor unable to take in air as her hands scrambling for her phone when it beeped from the jacket pocket seeing the turtles name popping up as she opened it; his simple ‘Hey’ set off a whole new emotion

Her fingers practically shook as she tried to text back but the happy response wouldn’t type itself

‘I need you… please hurry my place!!’

She waited what felt like an eternity before his predictable reply popped up unable to answer him typing faster terrified the second he tried to call her

‘Please you need to get to my place fast… please, please please you need to get here!!!’

She was shaking so bad the phone fell from her hands as she sobbed pushing herself into the corner unsure how he was going to take this… What if he found out and abandoned her too? What if he showed up and was angry at her for letting this happen?

What if this caused her to lose the only person who she had left…? To lose the only family she had in this world over her stupidity?

He continued to call her over and over his text messages becoming increasingly worried when she wouldn’t answer or message him back but the tears made it hard to see and her voice wouldn’t come out even if she had been able to answer

Less then ten minutes after the first text she had sent the sound of his heavy weight landed on her fire escape and the slam of her window being thrown open as he rushed into the apartment yelling her name startled her out of her panicked state; just the sound of his deep voice had her stumbling up and running to him a complete mess and blubbering like a child feeling him grab her in a tight hug she just dropped

The tightness of his arms around her shaking body had her clinging to the turtle for dear life knowing at any second he would be gone and she would be alone

But he was the only one she could possible reach out to; the only one she trusted in hopes he wouldn’t break her further

She could hear him asking what was wrong from what sounded like a great distance away, he had to be thinking her ex-boyfriend had shown back up and hurt her and that growl that carried in his voice sounded so terrifying she barely managed to look up at him

She was lost and afraid; seeing that his touch was fast to become gentle caressing her cheek coxing her to tell him what happened but this time his voice was soft and kind, carefully wiping her tears away with his thumb cradling her face in his hands and kissing both flushed cheeks telling her it would be okay before she lifted her hand

Slowly the woman looked at the item in her grasp unsure when she had grabbed it but when his eyes finally fell on it he laughed at her asking if that was what she was crying about

There in her palm was a small white and pink stick

The turtle took it as she scooted back from him her hand over her mouth continuing to let her tears fall as he looked at the cute item mumbling as he took in the two dark markings on each of the windows before he suddenly noticed the writing under his thumb shifting his fingers enough to read it and connect the dots

That was when the color in his face drained and his breath left him

“I- I’m pregnant…” his wide eyes looked up realizing exactly what was wrong before slipping down to stare at her belly for the longest time then meeting her eyes as she tried to cover herself starting to feel disgusted in herself “I can’t be I-? T-This wasn’t supposed to happen! I was just starting… we were-”

She was screaming in anger at this point grabbing the stick from his fingers and throwing it hard against the wall but before he could even say a word her stomach pitched and the color left her cheeks before she was running for the bathroom almost not making it before she was fighting to hold down somewhat of the food from dinner

She had just gotten away from her abusive ex-boyfriend Travis months ago after he had attacked her for being out when he got home; he had gone out to the bar with his friends and she had just wanted to get away from the apartment and see her sweet turtle friends walking home when he saw her

He had beaten her right there on the street in front of her building to the point she thought he was going to kill her only for the man to run when the man next door came out to see the attack, he was arrested two days later while she stayed with her friends to be safe

Weeks had gone by with no word from him and with the rest the woman was back to herself in no time deciding to go home and get ready to return to work the following day telling the turtle who insisted on staying that she would be fine

They had just brought her home and after bidding them goodbye she was hurrying to straighten up and cook dinner only to be assaulted by a force of unrelenting anger while she was cleaning up his mess; she thought she was home alone and hadn’t even heard him coming up behind her until he had slammed her into the counter throwing her to the floor as everything went dark

She couldn’t even remember what had transpired before coming to seeing him on top of her with his hands around her neck, her strangled screams for help had went unanswered until one of the males she trusted with her life had returned having brought her forgotten purse that he had spotted on the couch back knowing she would need it the next day

He saved her but for once was just a moment too late; what had happened was just ending and it took her hugging the turtle so tightly to stop him from murdering the bastard he had drug off of the woman in order to hold the sobbing female remembering he had held her until the police showed up

After he had taken her to the lair not giving her much of a choice where she stayed until him and his brother’s had wiped everything of his from her home and moved it to her new place far from where he knew where to find her

Three months… she finally had gotten her life on track with the help of her four mutant friends; finally the woman had her own place where she felt safe, had found a job she not only loved but was going somewhere with the company, she was about to start school next month to get her degree, and her and the turtle currently in her living room had just started to explore the idea of being more then friends

Life had just turned around

How could she have ruined all of this… why hadn’t she been able to stay conscious and tried to fight him harder-?

Why hadn’t she realized sooner that she wasn’t just suffering from the flu when her nausea hadn’t gone away after she started feeling a bit better… her co-worker had been the one to suggest the damn test but she never imagined it would actually show anything

As she kneeled on the bathroom floor there was no sounds from her living room, she was about to call out to him needing a water but just as his name left her lips sounding so pathetic she heard the main window close and again the apartment was silent feeling her heart drop into her stomach just knowing he had left her

Like she had thought he had left her

A soft sob echoed around her before jumping as a green hand brushed her hair back and lifted her chin shushing the upset woman softly

Looking over quickly she found him kneeling beside her wiping her face with a warm rag taking such care as to be his gentlest; finally handing her a bottled water the male instructed her to drink it slowly before taking a seat against the counter behind where she was, it didn’t take long before he was rubbing her back looking at the test in his hand and the expression on his face told her what he was thinking “It’s positive-”

He blamed himself

Her tears started to build up again sniffling as she tried to force her voice out “I’m sorry… I’m so- so sorry” her voice broke as she held her stomach having no clue what she was going to do.

“No don’t go starting that! This isn’t your fault” she looked at him going to argue but just as quickly as she started to lash out at herself he pulled the female into his arms holding her tight as he shushed her again this time rocking her as she cried into his chest nuzzling her head as she finally wrapped her arms around him whispering out his next words as he comforted her “It’s not your fault baby… it’s going to be okay I got you”

How long he sat on that cold bathroom floor didn’t seem to matter they both stayed there; the turtle just looking at the test, his slow breathing and steady heart beat soothing her into a shocked calm while he petted her hair seeing although she was upset her hand tenderly laid over her belly

She couldn’t bare the idea of an abortion it wasn’t the child’s fault so why would she punish it for existing… and as crazy as it sounded she didn’t want to just give her baby into the system where the child might bounce in and out of foster care

But - she couldn’t support a baby; hell she couldn’t even support herself how was she going to care for a child

His own thoughts raced unsure what to do to help not even sure if she wanted to talk until finally he tossed the test on the counter pulling her up with him then carrying his friend to the bedroom lying down with her remaining silent as she curled into his chest and for a while he was sure she had passed out against him

This had to have just wiped her energy

He nodded off for a bit always stirring occasionally to check on her only to find she hadn’t moved gently covering her up with a blanket kissing her head then dosing back off slowly keeping his arm around her

Hours passed by almost too quickly until dawn started to lighten the sky outside the window but she hadn’t rested her mind racing over everything until it all became too much

He suddenly jumped as some time later she moved to fast sitting up brushing her tangled hair back in a bit of a nervous panic that had him shifting to sit up leaning his shell on the headboard half asleep but let her sit for a bit just wanting to be there for support “What am I going to do…? I can’t be pregnant I just can’t – I don’t want a baby by him…” she started to freak out again but the jolt of her suddenly choking had her leaning over the side of the bed reaching for her trash bin

He was starting to see her being emotional seemed to be the trigger for her morning sickness now but still said nothing grabbing her water from the side table whispering for her to breathe before he got up going to look and see if she had some crackers or something light to help with the nausea

He had to take a deep breath before coming back to see her at the mirror looking over her belly that now being uncovered was starting to show looking at him with the most hopeless expression when he moved further into the room standing behind her

“What am I going to do what if he finds out… what if he-!?”

“He won’t” even with his own uncertainty he realized he needed to be her rock; a soft smirk came over his lips as he kissed the woman’s head delicately bringing her to sit in his lap wanting the woman to rest before she made herself sick again kissing at the soft skin of her neck “He isn’t going to find out anything… and you’re not going to tell him or anybody who knows the bastard”

She turned looking to him in pure confusion even as the large mutant placed his chin on his friends shoulder “What-? Look this isn’t going to be something I can just hide in a few months I’m going to be- huge…” her words stopped as his large hand gently came over her belly sighing before he gave a small smile

The males bright eyes on the small belly as he carefully handled it seeming to be coming to terms with what he was going to do

She turned more looking up at him her mouth slightly agape trying to tell him this wasn’t something she wanted to push onto him but no words managed to come as the turtle leaned in kissing her lips softly his forehead pressing to hers saying it with no hesitation “You heard me… we’ll get through this together no matter what. I’m going to be there for both of you I promise”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

She nervously grabbed the bag she had packed that morning from her chair heading out the door almost as fast as she had came in it just minutes ago needing to see her turtle boyfriend who had made this whole traumatic ordeal worth experiencing since the night she told him he had become very attentive over the last few weeks

More so then she could have ever asked

It didn’t matter how busy he had gotten between training and protecting the city every day he was there to check on her and the baby she was struggling to accept even helping if she needed it; he had even gone so far as to stay the night several times when she did in order to hold her together

But that anxiousness and uncertainty she felt had almost dissipated after the second week of him being at her side; waking up one night to find him with his face pressed to her stomach talking so softly to the little bean growing inside her just after her first doctor’s visit was a warm memory she never wanted to forget

They had found out she was fourteen weeks along but the doctor had been unable to see the baby well enough because the child was curled up in an odd position almost hiding it seemed but when he had gotten to see the ultrasound photo while holding her as she pointed out the tiny form that his eyes had immediately spotted she could see it in an instant

He was already in love with the baby

Today she had gotten a follow up ultrasound in order to hopefully see more of the baby and had the results to show him having stopped off at the store for a few things in order to calm her mind but now; just like the night she found out she felt that fear rising in her chest, but like he always did just as she got on the bus and her mind was dragging her into those dark thoughts he had called to check on her

Just seeing his screensaver had her forgetting her troubles

“What happened!?! You promised to call me- it’s almost three hours later” his voice revealing just how anxious he was just like her actually pulled a smile to her face calming her nerves before she looked around making sure nobody was too close to her

“I uh… I just got back from the doctors office I’m sorry - I’ll be there in a little bit I’m coming to see you right now”

The line went silent on his end for a moment but that just told her he had probably moved somewhere for a bit of privacy away from anyone in hearing range knowing he hadn’t told his family yet wanting to be sure nothing was wrong with her or the baby before telling anybody the news “Everything okay? Is the baby doing good?”

“Well-” his low tone made her look at the picture she had been clutching in her hand for the last hour not wanting him to find out over the phone, not for something this important she also couldn’t bare to think he’d back out now “Doctor said everything looks great completely healthy - I’ll tell you more when I get there” his irritated growl actually made her giggle out loud as she realized he was acting just like a worried father already placing the photo in its envelope before biting her lip “I promise I’ll be there soon… I love you”

Her face went red when she realized those words left her lips not hearing him on the other end she quickly hung up part of her thinking it was way too soon for her to have ever said those three words but the smile on her face was just proof she had said them in all loving truth

Once she reached her stop she walked as quickly as possible towards the garage checking to be sure she wasn’t being followed before slipping through the door and locking it behind her then hurrying towards the back getting anxious just to tell him what was going on

The elevator ride didn’t last too long but she was sure it had never moved drawing in a slow breath giving herself a pep talk trying to remind herself it was all going to be okay before jumping as she heard the loud ‘ding’ above her and the door was slipping open

The warmth and light of the lair was enough for her to calmly step off into the main area getting ready to call out to him as she moved to drop her stuff on the couch but before she could was caught in a tight loving hug physically just relaxing as her arms went around him nuzzling into the turtle’s neck as her loving boyfriend held her scenting the woman

She hadn’t noticed it but he was always telling her how the moment he had seen her that night her scent was off but in a good way – had he realized what it was he may have known she was carrying before she had found out

“Tell me everything! Are there pictures? Was he able to see if the baby was a-”

Patting his arm fast shushing urgently to silence him before they could be caught she took his hand as he grabbed her bags off her shoulder and quickly pulled the woman off to his room closing the door and locking it while she was digging through her pack to pull out a small outfit in his color with the cutest little turtles brandishing it against her growing belly hearing him laugh as he took in the tiny onesie before he was cradling her bump with both hands

A small kiss to her head had the woman holding up the envelope but feeling the anxiety raising as he reached for it made the woman pull it to her chest “Before I show you… please promise me-”

“Hey; I’m not going anywhere… now how’s our baby?” he sat down on the bed scooting back to give her room calmly waiting until she handed him the envelope seeing her playing with her fingers knowing the nerves were eating away at his mate “So the baby is healthy… there were no problems” her nod seemed to relax his shoulders as she pulled her purse to her watching as he opened the pastel green envelope pulling out the several sonograms slowly shifting through them

His smile was infectious seeing the pride within his eyes as he took in the tiny form in one of the black and white pictures before shifting to the next his eyes squinting before reaching over nearly knocking over the lamp as he tried to turn it on looking at the photo with a better light

His eyes widened almost comically before he turned to look at her holding it up “A and B…?” her eyes had already filled with tears making him move taking her hands in his; his eyes showing every emotion between fear, worry, and happiness as he looked at the photo again “What does that mean?”

He fell silent as she held up the second matching outfit with a sad smile seeing the turtle finally got it before finally saying what she had been waiting to the whole time since seeing the sonogram screen

“It’s twins Daddy-”

He practically jumped from his bed the picture in hand pacing making her think the worse before he turned with the biggest grin whooping from his excitement so loudly it had his brothers coming to check on him calling out he’d explain later

The woman was just watching him as he turned coming back to the bed capturing her in a tight hug “I love you… Oh I love you so much” a chuckle left the male as he started kissing her cheeks then her lips so lovingly before kneeling in front of her nuzzling at her bump pressing several kisses to the growing middle “Twin! I get two- we’re having two babies!”

He was almost trembling in his happiness and for a moment she thought she saw tears in his eyes before he was nuzzling against her bump whispering softly to the two lives she was carrying

 “I guess we got a lot to do then to be ready for them… But first please let me go tell them!”

She had only managed to nod still in shock as she watched the happy turtle practically bursting with happiness before he flung the door open yelling for his family then coming back quickly picking her up with the pictures and outfits taking her downstairs with him

Her heart was pounding the moment she saw his brothers hurrying to see what was going on her chest tightening at the knowing smirk on his father’s lips somehow already knowing what was coming before her boyfriend held up not just one but both little outfits with the biggest smile

“Hope you guys are ready to be uncles”

Once those words left his lips the room went quiet all three of the other turtles thinking he was joking until she held up the picture then – they exploded and the reaction was almost better than his

“You have got to be pulling our legs”

“Dude you are so lying… you liars!”

“There’s no way! Let us see those-”

They came over looking at the pictures as one of the turtles had took them from her hands looking at the two little forms she pointed out before there was another uplifting explosion of joy getting so many hugs and having to show Splinter once she managed to get the pictures back

His hug had brought tears for the woman hugging him just as tight as she cried into his shoulder

For once she couldn’t remember why she had been so scared once her boyfriend was holding onto her as the family talked about all they could do to prepare for the twins

The brother’s talking over all the furniture they could make, how to paint the nursery, how they could get anything and everything the babies could ever need

It didn’t matter to them and now she had wished they had told the guys sooner because like him the support was there all of them offering her assistance in whatever she needed

This – this was what was going to get her through

She had her family by her side

@fyreball66

[verfound]

how do you write like you’re running out of time

...Nonny, you have no idea how badly I needed that laugh 😂🖤 thank you 🖤🖤🖤

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

turns out i stress write now?? anyways gonna be posting to ao3 soon

[loganlostitall]

@murdadixon and I making eye contact, tearful and distressed, both saying “I need to write. I can’t do this anymore.” after finishing good omens 2

[persicipen]

[thejavavoid]

Presenting:

everything is going so well. amazingly well.

you feel great, everybody's happy, you know every word and piece of information, everything is perfect and you're living.

and then. it just all falls apart.

your body just clamps up and you freeze. you forget everything you wrote down, even though its right in front of you.

everyone is staring, waiting for the next part of your story, your presentation, your argument, and you can't provide.

water feels like it's flooding your lungs, spit builds up in your throat, salt dripping down your cheeks into your gaping mouth.

and everybody can see it.

so many eyes. hundreds, thousands, you forget how many people were there, but they started to grow. they poured out of every crack and crevice in the walls, the walls that are shrinking, closing you in. your shoes are full of concrete and you can't breathe. everything hurts, your face is wet, all you can hear are murmurs. the silence is deafening.

and the next thing you know

you're gone.

in the bathroom?

you want to scream your heart out. scream and cry, sob and wail, but no matter how much you widen your mouth, you can't make a sound.

you wish you could go home. or even better, go back in time and try again. but you can't. because that's just crazy.

impossible.

you can't wait to do it again.

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[ghostbsuter]

"You're an ancient." Zatanna breaths out, watching as Phantom's hair grew into a startling black, tiny stars being born and the comets flying.

"I am."

Breaking from her shock, she shakes her head. "You show mercy. Not many gods of their home do so."

Phantom agrees with her. "Not many of these gods have been born human before."

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[garticnebula]

TW: Heavy implications of depression, swearing and other such things. this was a stress write, so I apologise if it is more uncomfortable than anything else I have posted.

I close my eyes as I look around, sitting in my room to try and imagine my own space, how my life looks through my own eyes. Yet all I imagine is sitting down in a car at late night, I'm driving down a highway and the radio is busted, there isn't another car nor thing alive around, the only thing breaking the silence being the rain ever so softly dripping onto the top of my car, I can't see out the windows, only the front, which often gets either clouded or covered in rain, making it hard to drive, I pull my foot off the pedals yet we still go, my hand's are glued to the car, only able to turn left or right. I try and try and try to break free yet, I can never seem to do it.

I can't move, only look out the front window. It stays like this for a few hours before I hear a soft humming, coming from the back seat. Whenever I go to look at the mirror, my eyes are instantly shot back forward. I'm told no peaking, that I don't deserve to see their face, and I'm lucky they're even talking to me, and I should feel the same with everyone in my life yet, I show no emotion, or sign of conversation. The only time I'm allowed to move my hand off the wheel is to light a cigarette for him, and occasionally myself, alongside a cup of cheap coffee. The smoke is thick, and makes seeing out the window even harder. But yet I still drive aimlessly. For what reason? I can feel my hands shaking, my fingertips numb from the cold. Yet I do nothing.

All the whilst I can hear his shit eating grin, or is it a her? I never know, the voice is too monotone, yet raspy. It's so distinct yet I can't ever place my finger on it, I know I've met them, but where. Where did I meet them, Why can't I remember them

Every thought runs through my head like a train, the only thing breaking it being they're laughter, my struggle to place even a point on my questions having seemed to amuse them. They tell me if I've forgotten, it's clear they didn't matter to me as much as I had said, and that Even by forgetting their name, I already broke our promise, yet despite all this information I CAN'T REMEMBER, WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER??? IT'S JUST ONE FUCKING NAME, ONE NAME IS ALL I NEED FOR THIS TO BE OVER THEN I CAN STOP THIS FUCKING CHARADE ON MYSELF BUT NO I CANT EVER FUCKING REMEMBER AND EVERYTIME I GET CLOSE. I LOOSE IT. All I wan't to do is remember again like everyone else does. All I want is to fill a fucking promise I don't even remember, I don't care what it is, I need to fill my end.

As my hand tightens again the wheel, I try to open my eyes but they get heavier.

I'm told I can't leave without their permission, and that I don't deserve to leave, no, no that's not right, I don't deserve nor want to leave. And as much as i hate to admit it, they're right. Even if my head hurts from being here, It's nothing compared to when my eyes are open. So I keep them closed, trying oh so hard to stay here to figure out they're name.

But as soon as I get close. I wake up, on my side, I passed out, and did it as soon as I shut my eyes

A dream, a fucking dream. ALL OF THAT WAS A FUCKING DREAM YET IT'S STILL BETTER THAN THE PIECE OF SHIT WRITING I'M STUCK IN, NO RUBBER TO ERASE ANY WRONGS, NO PEN OR PAPER TO WRITE MY OWN SCRIPT, NO. NO I'M STUCK HERE, FORCED TO WATCH MY OWN STORY AS IF I'M LOOKING THROUGH SOMEONE ELSES EYES.

All I want is for my eyes to be closed, and go back to that dream. At least then, I can predict the writing, and I know the show. If I'm back there, I know the beginning, middle and end. I don't care if it hurts, it's still better than being here, stuck behind a desk with only paper and pen to be my form of answers from people that don't exist and lives I can only dream of having, problems I created in order to make the perfect bittersweet character.

It's funny. I make promises from time to time with people, and yet only four have any meaning to me, and two of them are too far gone for me to ever dream of keeping, yet I still fucking keep hope so that one day they return. And I can fix the mess I made so when they fucking leave again, the goodbye doesn't hurt. If they came back for even a fucking second, I could apologise and actually fucking mean it instead of when it where convenient for me, or when they told me I had to, at least then the goodbye wouldn't hurt so much, at least then that chapter could finally close with words, not an ugly mess of an unfilled page, at least then I could actually fucking tell them that I still love them, and still care for them but no, I had to be a fucking asshole and ruin all of it when I KNEW IT WAS PERFECT, ALL BECAUSE THE STORY GOT PREDICTABLE, SO I DECIDED TO RUIN THE ONE FUCKING THING I GOT RIGHT, AND FUCK UP THE FIRST PERSON WHO EVER CARED ABOUT ME PROPERLY.

It's funny yknow? I where surrounded by people, good people I could call friends yet I had never felt like I weren't alone around them. The only time I feel any form of true

pleasure now is when I'm writing another character, or adding onto my other ones before them, or reading and remembering the joy I felt whilst writing them.

[finniestoncrane]

Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3

Different Up Here

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly

If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.

"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"

Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.

"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."

A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.

"Heh, that's a new one for out here."

Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.

"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"

"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."

"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."

You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.

That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.

Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.

"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"

Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.

"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."

You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.

"No, no no no no no. Just..."

The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.

"... fooling around... y'know?"

Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.

"Oh... oh darlin'."

He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.

"I don't think you're ready for that at all."

You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.

"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"

"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"

"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."

Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.

"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."

"Why? Sex is sex..."

You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.

"... Isn't it?"

"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."

The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.

"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."

His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.

"No, sir."

"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"

As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir."

You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.

You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.

And luckily, he seemed agreeable.

"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"

Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.

It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.

"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."

"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"

Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.

"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."

His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.

"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"

Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.

"Well, it's something like this."

He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.

Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.

Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.

"Well?"

"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."

"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"

He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.

"You like that? Like it rough?"

"I think... I think I like both."

"So, something like this?"

He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.

"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."

Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.

"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."

His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.

"Did they make you feel good?"

"No."

You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.

"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"

"A little..."

Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.

"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."

His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.

“And what about these pretty lips?”

Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.

“They touch these lips, huh?”

You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.

“Stand up, darlin’… Why don’t you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.”

As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooper’s touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.

“Do it slowly though.”

Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.

“That’s it, darlin’. Can’t do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.”

You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter you’d found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooper’s tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.

“Turn around though. You face that way.”

The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooper’s hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.

“You keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. I’ll do everything else.”

A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.

The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and it’s effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.

It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.

“Cooper… Coop… I think I’m going to cum…”

His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.

“Don’t you dare, little lady.”

“Ok I’ll… I’ll try but… you have to… stop… please stop… Coop…”

He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.

“Have some self-control, sweetheart.”

“Cooper, I really can’t… please… please stop touching me…”

“I absolutely will not.”

Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldn’t risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.

Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.

“I am warning you, missy.”

“Cooper… I can’t stop…”

You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didn’t stop then.

“No wait… seriously, Cooper… I can’t… I can’t take much more, honestly…”

“Listen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.

“Ok, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?”

“Cooper…”

“Don’t give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckin’ Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?”

“C-coop… I’ll… I’ll try…”

“Good girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I don’t need you to call out my name or anything, I know I’m all you’re thinking about.”

The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.

“Come on, darlin’, come on…”

Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooper’s insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.

As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooper’s fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.

“You seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?”

You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooper’s hands delivering intense pleasure.

“A glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?”

As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.

“Alright then, get onto your knees.”

Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldn’t help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.

You didn’t have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.

It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.

“You can come closer, darlin’. I don’t know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you… it doesn’t bite.”

The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooper’s body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times you’d been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooper’s.

He hadn’t even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.

“Can I taste it… you?”

Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.

“Now that is using your initiative. Of course you can.”

You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.

A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way.  Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.

Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.

“Fuck me, darlin’… do you need me to show you how to do this too?”

He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

“Breath through your nose… breathe in…”

You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.

“Now… you don’t want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat… yeah, just like that…”

It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.

“And your teeth… well, usually they’ll tell you to keep ‘em outta the way, but you know me… gotta be different…”

Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.

He didn’t say much else, and you couldn’t tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.

“You can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I don’t mind makin’ a mess darlin’. But whatever you’re doing, you keep that up.”

You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooper’s satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.

Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.

And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, ‘specially for a first try…”

He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.

“… It’s just that I’m all slicked up and ready to go now… so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?”

“Uh… lap, please… I was kinda bent over for the last… first time.”

“Well, you come and take a seat then, darlin’, let ol’ Coop show you something new.”

You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooper’s hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.

Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than you’d ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.

“Bigger than before?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.

“Better?”

“Mhm…”

“Speak up, darlin’.”

With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.

“Yes… it’s better.”

“That’s it, good girl. Now, I’m gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.”

Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.

“You got this, it’s like riding a horse.”

“I’ve never… hm… ridden a horse…”

Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.

“Never ridden a ghoul before either, but you’re handling it alright for a first timer.”

You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.

“Ah… Cooper…”

“Too much, darlin’? Does it hurt?”

There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didn’t always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.

“A little…”

Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.

His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.

“I know… I know… Just a little longer, though…”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.

“I know it hurts… but I ain’t stopping, so don’t even ask… here…”

You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.

“…you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok… but don’t hold back on those sweet sounds… I wanna hear you scream.”

With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.

“Won’t… be long… keep it together… good girl…  good girl…”

It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooper’s nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his façade slip away.

And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.

You’d only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.

“Are we… oh, Cooper, I really can’t take anymore.”

Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.

“That’s different up here too then, I suppose.”

Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss you’d seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.

When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.

“Sweet with the sour, darlin’. You gotta keep ‘em wanting more.”

“M-more?”

More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.

“Definitely. There’s a still a lot you’ve got to learn.”

[thereadmind]

[flamingpudding]

Guys it's just merch

Danny watched with a smile hidden behind his mug of hot cocoa his new family. Originally he was only going to mess with them a little, since he wanted to keep his civilian live he gained with them but at the same time wanted to kind of provoke them to tell him about their night time jobs on their own.

Not like he could just flat out tell them he knew about their vigilantes lifes and that would be embarrassing to explain.

It's not every day that Danny's powers fluked on him, but with the stress of the past months, it happened. Right at a moment, he had to be clumsy and trip over his own feet and accidentally phased through a grandfather's clock, finding a hidden passage. Well at least he learned that way that Batman hadn't placed him with some other rich fruitloop that wasn't his godfather but well... with Batman himself and his family out of mask.

Yeah no, he did not want to explain that and hoped they would do that themselves. But apparently, they took Danny's statement of wanting a normal life a bit too serious.

Which brought him back to his current entertainment in the form of messing with his siblings.

"I don't get what the problem is guys. It's just merch." He chuckled slightly at the face Damian was making. While Jason chose to kick Tim under the table.

"Soooo how much merch on Red Robin do you have with this shirt now?" Dick asked instead with a bright smile, Danny still hadn't figured out how to tell what emotion he hid behind them sometimes.

"I think this is my third shirt of him." Danny mused, placing his cup back on the table and tapping his lip in a thinking motion. "Though I was going to pick up a couple of custom-made jackets of Red Hood and a Nightwing plush later today."

He acted like he did not hear the triumph like hiss of 'yes' from Jason as well as the very upset huff of Damian.

He just grinned at the amusement about how they apparently were competing over how much merch he owned of each of them.

When he found a Robin figure and several Robin pins mysteriously placed on his desk the next morning, he broke out laughing. Yet still just to mess with them gushed about his newly gotten merch to his family while sharing a knowing look with Alfred who knew he was just messing with them.

If there was a surprising amount of Batman merch, suddenly mixed into what he already owned the following week without his knowledge. Well, he wasn't going to complain about free stuff.

But he still would get a good laugh out of their reactions on the day he decided to full on dawn every piece of Batman merge instead of theirs.

[bellesandtheirbooks]

Anxiety

The anxiety coils in the pit of my stomach, oily and churning. Cotton sticks in my throat, blocking the air that could settle the churning. We were so close. So close. Now the finish line has been moved away again, leaving us fumbling, the waves so close to crashing over our heads.

If I could just... I think, but I can't finish the thought. I don't know how to finish it. What am I supposed to do to get us out of this?

[absolutelycrafted]

More Writing and Being Old!

11th April 2023 Writing to Time or to Word Count I’ve just done my twenty-five minutes for today. I wrote four hundred words in that time, but I was also going back to check certain things in a couple of previous chapters. I used to make myself write a thousand words a day, but I find that’s too much at the moment; I end up keeping my eye on the word count and not on what I’m writing. The…