#that she would not try to stop it from leaving. that it was free. that it was autonomous

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

what is reader's mother's relationship with bruce and does the rest of the batfam know about her???

(Sorry it took me so long to reply; I was trying to figure out their relationship! LOL But I really had fun with this ask!)

Weird neglected black! Reader's mom was literally a black Barbie when she was younger—dark skin, puffy afro, long legs, slim waist—all of that way before Reader was born. Your mom was a model and a very well-known one at that. Seeing her on billboard fashion ads, dressed in Gucci and Juicy Couture from the early 90s to late 2000s, your mom was a star and a great one at that. She was invited to gala after gala, party after party. One pose, and there would be thousands of pictures of her. Your mom was another fling of Bruce Wayne's; they were a power couple until a scandal occurred. Bruce had cheated, causing your mom to go off her rocker like Cookie from Empire. She kept her distance from Bruce and the media ever since then. You were born, and your mother refused to put you in the public eye; she knew how shady and cruel those reporters could be. The press also. She kept you a secret, Reader’s child, basically like "Sweet Life" from Frank Ocean—a middle-class life, no issues, and a cool mom who wore tacky clothes and spoiled you like no other. You were and are your mother's everything, her little baby for life. Sometimes, people on the internet would post pictures, talking about how she looked so pretty before she got pregnant. Your mom would have a field day with them. She wouldn’t trade you for diamonds and pearls. She stopped her modeling career and laid herself off on her money, but for some reason, once a month, she'd find $900,000 in her account with no clue where it came from. But who would turn down free money? She’d use that to take you on little trips to Disneyland. How Bruce got his hands on her account, no one knows, but he's always watching, no matter where you guys are at. I mean, you don’t just fumble a baddie like that! I'm pretty sure your mom would keep you far away from the Batfam if she were still alive—like, far away. It doesn’t matter what the media says about those boys; she doesn’t trust their little fake smiles for a minute. But she has a soft spot for Jason and Dick; she knew them for just a little while before leaving Bruce. There are pictures of your mother hugging little Jason at a gala and being at a movie premiere with Dick. Your mom was probably the only woman who got close to the Batboys instead of just getting close to Bruce for that sweet, sweet Wayne money. Your mother made her own money and was quite happy with her career. She wasn't afraid to rip open an envelope of cash in front of him. What can I say? Your mom is a darling.

[totaly-obsessed]

Good Luck, Babe!

➳ Nika Mühl x reader

➳ pt. 2 of Casual

➳ Summary: A complicated, on-again, off-again relationship where they try to move on but keep getting pulled back together. There’s jealousy, mixed signals, and heartbreak, but no matter what, they can’t seem to fully let go - until maybe they have to.

➳ Word count: 4.178 (idk how I got here)

➳ Warnings: A lot of cursing? Pls be nice to me, it's my first fic in like 6 months...

It's fine, it's cool You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth. And I guess I’m the fool

Ignoring someone who was such a constant in your life turned out to be much harder than you expected. Sure you were convinced you were done with her and didn’t need her anymore, but pulling through with it? It was a whole different world.

The Huskies had just played a fantastic game against Creighton when the brunette finally managed to catch up to your friend group outside in the hallway. Nika had put in a shift in the game, giving her all on the court, so she was already out of breath, when she called out a sharp “Hey, stop!”.

A deep sigh left your body, there was no way out of this now, once she set her eyes on something, there was no other option in the basketballer's mind. “It’s alright, I’ll catch up to you guys later.” They didn’t seem too sure to leave you alone with someone who just a couple of weeks ago had brought out a side of you they had never seen before.

“You’ve been acting like we’re nothing. Like I don’t exist.” Nika’s arms were crossed over her chest, clearly frustrated and ready to defend herself. And the scowl on her face told you that she did not like the scoff you let out, or your rolled eyes.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? Casual, no attachment?” You hadn’t even noticed the hallway emptying, leaving just you and Nika. Carefully you tried to shift away from her, putting a bit of space between the two of you, trying to save yourself some embarrassment. But the brunette was quick to follow your movements, forcing you closer to the wall behind you.

“It’s fine. It’s cool,” and just like that her eyebrows that tend to make her look angry relaxed, and that damn cocky smirk won over her face. By now you were completely pressed against the rough wall behind you. Nika came closer and closer, eventually leaning down, her face only a couple of inches away from yours.“You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth.”

She was right. You did know.

That didn’t mean you could continue being toyed with.

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself before finally locking eyes with her. Christ. You had nearly forgotten just how deep they were, and you could feel yourself slipping. But your voice was firm, unwavering “Yeah, I know the truth, Nika. And I guess I’m the fool but I’m done being something to you only when it’s convenient or you’re bored for 5 seconds.”

The Croatian’s smile nearly fell off her face, and you swear if you squinted you could see a quick flash of hurt on her face. But you decided not to wait around to question it, instead moving past her - ignoring the pain in your chest and the way her hand twitched in your direction.

But walking away didn’t feel like you were winning like you finally stood your ground. It really fucking hurt.

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

After you got back to your friends they decided to do something against the tears streaming down your face. And what better thing is there to do in Storrs Connecticut than 5 young adults in a car chasing sunsets?

By now the sun had been long gone, and the cold night air bit at your stretched-out arms, but you barely noticed. The trees flew by in a blur as Daisy held on to your legs, terrified that you would fall out of the sunroof of the car.

Just for a second, it was as if you were flying. Like you were free like an angel.

But was freedom supposed to feel this empty? Were angels truly free or just servants of god?

The howling wind tangled your hair, as you squeezed your eyes shut - trying to get rid of the ache still left in your chest as if someone was squeezing you too hard. Maybe you could leave it all behind. But who were you kidding? As dramatic as it sounds, right now there was not a possibility in your mind to get over Nika.

Daisy’s grip on your thighs tightened, pulling your attention away from the star-painted sky. “Alright, I think that’s enough main-character moment for one night,” she yelled over the blaring music and the roaring winds. You could hear the slight concern hidden behind a laugh.

With a sigh you let her pull you back down to earth, but also back in the car as you collapsed against the worn leather seats, your heart still racing. The others were singing along to some old song, not hitting any note of it and laughing about themselves. It was warm and safe in the chaos of it all.

But the emptiness was still there.

Maybe angels weren’t free. Maybe just like you, they were stuck between wanting to fly and staying.

I don't wanna call it off But you don't wanna call it love

It turned out, that Nika isn’t all that calm, cool, collected either. Her performances in recent games had been sloppy and everyone was able to see that something was off with their secretary of defense.

The worst part of it all was seeing her get frustrated with herself. Whenever Geno took her out, she had tears in her eyes as her jaw clenched on the bench.

Giving up, however, didn’t seem to come to her mind. At any party, game, or lesson she had a glimpse of you, Nika tried to find excuses to be near you.

Oh, look! You’re here too, directly next to the fan whose shirt I’m signing. What a coincidence!

And it was safe to say that you weren’t oblivious to it. The way she lingered just a second too long when you were close, how her eyes automatically looked for you in crowds (just to find that you were already looking at her once she actually found you), the way she laughed extra loud, hard and fake at people, trying to act unbothered, just to stop once you turned away. 

At first, you thought this was just Nika being Nika - dramatic, relentless, and not accepting of a loss even if it wasn’t on the court. But the coincidences started to pile up.

Oh wow, the only open seat in the dining hall just happens to be at your table? No way.

Oh, she’s just suddenly best friends with the person sitting next to you in class? What a small world!

Oh look, you’re leaving a party at the exact same time, at the exact same exit, and she just has to walk in the same direction as you? Who would’ve thought?

Despite her games, her need to be close and her pure annoying-ness, she never actually said what you needed to hear. She never called it what it was.

“I don’t wanna call it off,” she had once told you in passing, the first thing she actively said to you after the hallway conversation, her voice low and her gaze unreadable.

But she never called it love either.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

If the dumb universe wouldn’t help you get over Nika, you would just have to do it yourself, or at least that was the plan. Which is why you ended up at some Alpha Delta Phi Frat party - halfway through your third drink that you barely liked, in a mass of sweaty people with hands on your body. 

You were trying to pretend that the warmth of someone else’s hands on your waist would be enough to make you forget.

Of course, it wasn’t.

But it was better than nothing, which is why you still threw your head back, downing whatever vile concoction was in that cup, and dragged the guy, whose hands were currently trying to find a home on your hips, off the dance floor. He was cute enough, said the right things, well as far as your drunken mind cared, he leaned in a little too close - but none of that mattered.

Because even with the bass running through your body, and unfamiliar lips brushing against yours, all you could think about was her. 

Daisy caught you when you stumbled your way back over to the bar, promising the guy to get some drinks. “You done?” she asked unimpressed, arms crossed over her chest. She seemed strangely sober. Or maybe you were really drunk. 

“Not even close”, you leaned over the counter so that the barkeeper, who really was just another frat boy, could actually hear you as you ordered more drinks.

These were supposed to help, right? This is what people did when they wanted to move on. But it didn’t work, not for you at least. You could kiss a hundred different people in a hundred different bars, take a hundred shots, but the feeling never left. 

No matter how you tried to drown her out, or maybe drown yourself with other sensations, she always resurfaced.

And the worst part? You knew exactly where she was.

Just across the room. Watching you. 

You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, 'nother stupid reason Good luck, babe

She was staring.

And it wasn’t an ‘oh I was just looking over, and there you are! What a surprise!’. No. Nika was standing on the other side of the room, arms crossed, jaw tight and eyes locked with yours. She was daring you to keep going.

Like she was waiting for you to break first.

Fuck this. Instead of breaking, you took the shot instead. The burn in your throat was nothing compared to the ache you felt in your chest, as you made your way back to the guy from before.

Finally meeting her gaze again felt like a crime, but you could see it. The frustration, the jealousy. But she didn’t move. She didn’t storm over like you had thought she would. 

She just stood there, watching.

The smirk made its way onto your face before you could control it - just to piss her off even more. You let the guy, whose name you still didn’t know pull you closer, feeling him breath down your neck, and you prayed that the Croatian didn’t see the way you grimaced. If she wants to pretend that everything is fine, then two can play that game.

You could nearly hear the scoff all the way across the room - Well you couldn’t hear it, but you saw it, and you knew exactly how that expression sounded - before she turned her head and walked away.

What you didn’t see was Daisy pulling the tall basketball player back inside by her arm before she could fully escape.

“You just gonna stand there all night?” Daisy snapped, her voice low but sharp.

Nika clenched her jaw, ripping her arm away. “What do you want me to do?” she muttered, eyes flickering back toward you, wrapped up in someone else’s arms.

Daisy scoffed. “I don’t know, maybe stop acting like a fucking coward.”

Nika’s glare snapped to her. “I’m not—”

“Oh, spare me,” Daisy cut in, shaking her head. “You can say it’s just the way you are. Make a new excuse, ‘nother stupid reason.” Her voice dripped with frustration. “But you and I both know that’s a load of shit. So… Good Luck, Babe.”

Nika didn’t respond, just tightened her fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms.

Because Daisy was right.

And she fucking hated that.

I'm cliché, who cares? It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair And I cry, it's not fair I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

To no one's surprise, you didn’t last much longer at the party. Maybe it was the thick air or the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t think straight. A certain brunette is always present in there. 

So you left. Slipped out the front door silent as a grave. But before you had reluctantly taken the guy's phone number that he had scribbled on a piece of paper ‘just in case’. The cold air had hit you in the face. This felt nice, to finally be able to breathe. Clearly, you needed this.

You didn’t expect her to still be here, after seeing her leave earlier. But of course, she waited. 

“You think that’s funny?” Nika's voice had cut through the night like a blade. And you didn’t even need to turn around to know that she was right there, just a step behind you.

“What?” You decided to play unknowingly, pretending not to know what she was talking about.

“You know what,” As the last few times you’ve spoken to her, her voice was sharp but you could hear a slight wavering. “Dragging some random dude with you, making a show off it.”

With a scoff, you now fully turned around to her. “What I do, is none of your business.” She let out a dry laugh, not the kind of laugh that you liked, but a mocking one. “Bullshit. You were looking at me the whole time. Don’t lie to yourself.”

And that was the problem. You were looking at her. All the time.

“God, you’re so fucking - “ you stopped yourself, hands gripping the hairs at the side of your head in desperation, trying to push down all the feelings. Make them go away. “I don’t get you, Nika. One minute you don’t want anything to do with me. The next-”

“I never said I didn’t want anything to do with you.” Her interruption was sudden, but not unexpected. Her voice was quieter than before, but it sounded dangerous somehow. “I never said that.”

“No?” It was your turn to chuckle now. “Then what the hell is this,” you pointed wildly between the two of you, becoming aware of the lessening distance, “Because I can’t keep doing whatever this is.” Your chest was heaving up and down, so fast as if you had just run a marathon.

The brunette didn’t say anything for a moment, she was just looking at you, trying to find the right words, and just when you thought you had broken her again - “I’m cliché, who cares?”

“What?” You were the broken one now.

“I’m cliché,” she said again, repeating herself, her lips curling into that goddamn smirk you loved so much. “Dramatic, stupid, jealous as fuck - I’m all of it, you’re right. But you -” She took a step even closer, and suddenly, there was barely any space left between you, to the extent that you could feel the warmth radiating off of the tall girl in the cold night. “You make me lose my goddamn mind.”

And instead of heaving like before, your chest stopped moving as you held your breath. Fuck. If she had said this a few months ago, you would have folded instantly. Maybe none of this would have happened and instead, you’d be - No. You couldn’t even think about it. 

But it was too late, wasn’t it?

“Yeah, well,” you took a step back, ignoring the pain. “Maybe you should have figured that out before you decided I was only good for convenience and in private.”

The smirk fell off her face.

“That’s not-”

“Save it, Nika.” The words hurt in your throat. And seeing the hurt on your face nearly killed you. But you were doing this for yourself. Too long you had yourself as a last thought. “You don’t get to be mad. You don’t get to act like I did something wrong when all I ever did was want you.”

Something behind her eyes snapped, and her right hand went up to grasp at her shirt. “You - You think I don’t want you?” Nika’s voice broke slightly as she demanded an answer “You think I don’t feel this?”

You stared at her. “Then say it. Tell me what you feel.”

She hesitated. Of Course, she did.

Because that’s what she always did. That’s what she’s good at. Dancing around the truth, playing games, got close but never too close or close enough. She was a coward. And you were so fucking tired of it.

"Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

You turned on your heel, ready to walk away. For real this time. But then -

“I just need a little lovin’,” she said, with a voice so quiet that you nearly missed it. 

You froze.

“I just need a little air,” Nika’s beautiful eyes were glued to the ground, hands fidgeting with each other when you turned back around. She looked wrecked. 

Something in you twisted painfully. Because god you understood.

You understood what it was like to want something that scared you. To be so afraid of losing it, that you ruined it yourself before anyone else even had the chance to do it.

But that didn’t change the fact that she had hurt you. And she knew that it hurt you. She made you believe that she didn’t care all this time when in reality she did.

“I cry,” the admittance made her scoff at herself, but seeing you smile, made it feel a little better. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” you agreed, the cold night wind carrying it over to the brunette, “It’s not.”

The silence felt suffocating between both of you, the tears in your eyes were begging to be set free. But then - 

“It’s a sexually explicit kind of love affair,” she said like she was confessing something like she was finally laying herself bare.

This was her way of saying It was never just about sex. It was never just a fling. It was always more than that.

The noise you made was somewhat between a laugh and a sob “Yeah,” you whispered. “It is.”

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

The sheets felt wrong. Too crisp, and not familiar. The room was bathed in soft moonlight, casting shadows on the wall. But it was all strange, hazy, like a blur. Like she was watching it, instead of actually experiencing it. 

Nika turned over in her bed, expecting to find it empty, but the weight beside her made her stomach sink. His breathing was steady and peaceful. It was like he belonged here, the room was colorless, without character, which fit to him. But she didn’t belong here. This wasn’t right.

The Croatian squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against her temples. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. 

When she was lowering her hands, the wedding band on her finger caught her eye, the moonlight reflecting off of it.

No. No, no, no. 

Suddenly she felt as if she was suffocating, the breath getting stuck in her lungs. The air in the room was thick, pressing down on her chest. She didn’t know who was beside her, didn’t know his name, and she couldn’t remember how she got there. She couldn’t feel anything besides the aching hole inside her. The one that has been there before.

The one that has always belonged to you.

She stumbled out of the bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. Nika could feel her heartbeat in her ears. The reflection in the mirror was a stranger - with tired, empty, and lifeless eyes. 

And when you think about me all of those years ago You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

And then she saw you. Standing in the doorway like you had always been there, always waiting. 

She couldn’t read your face, but your eyes - god your eyes - held everything. The frustration, the hurt, the longing, the knowing.

She had fucked this up.

You tilted your head, arms crossed over your chest, lips parting just a tiny bit like you were about to say something. But Nika already knew what you were going to say.

“I told you so.”

It wasn’t smug, you weren’t trying to hurt her more. It was just the truth. A truth that crushed her.

Her throat tightened again like she was drowning. It came so suddenly it felt as if she let go of something that wasn’t just important, but vital - necessary.

The brunette wanted to reach for you, take you in her arms, and tell you that she was sorry. That she never stopped thinking about you. But before she could move, say something, you were gone. And you took all the warmth and light with you.

You were gone.

And she woke up.

You know I hate to say, I told you so

Nika jolted upright. Her chest heaving as if her air was cut off in real life and not just her dream. Sweat clung to her skin and her heart was racing, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the dream or the realization that came with it.

Shaky hands ran through her hair, blinking at the darkness, but familiarity of her room as she was trying to calm herself down. But it wasn’t working. Because she knew.

This wasn’t just a dream, this was a fucking warning.

If she didn’t do something, that’s how she would end up. Incredibly unhappy, a wife to some dude. Without you. If she didn’t stop running or hiding and she stopped being a coward, this would be her future. 

And she would lose you for good.

She wasn’t going to let that happen.

Not now. Not ever.

Nika threw the covers off and grabbed her phone.

It was time to fight for you.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

“Can you meet me?”

It was nearly 3 am when you got the text. Of Course, you were still awake. After coming home and explaining what had happened to Daisy, the two of you decided to watch some movies. 

The answer was easy, “Yes.”

“I’m outside.”

The next minutes were a blur as you grabbed your keys, got some shoes, and put on a jacket. Why were you so nervous? This was only Nika.

Walking down the flights of stairs to get to the front door of your student housing felt endless. Outside you could see her. Standing on the sidewalk, hands gripping the strap of her bag, shifting on her feet - you feel it before you even reach her. That pull. That undeniable force.

After seeing you, her face lights up. But you could still see the dark circles under her puffy eyes. 

At first, neither of you speak. Just standing across from each other, reveling in the comfort the others' presence brought. Then with a deep breath, Nika took an uncertain step forward before finally pulling you into a hug, resting her head on yours, while you buried your face in her neck.

“You’d have to stop the world just to stop this feeling,” she whispers against your hair.

And right then, you know - you never want it to stop.

You held her tighter as the world outside kept moving. Every now and then cars zoomed by or people walked past you. But for you and Nika time slowed down. 

She pulled back just enough to be able to look at you, one of her hands cupping your cheek so gently, that she must have thought you would break. There’s something unreadable in her expression. Something raw.

“I was scared,” she admitted. “That if I said this out loud, it would disappear. You would disappear.”

Your fingers brush a strand of her behind her ear “It’s real,” you say softly. “It’s been real the whole time.”

She exhaled shakily, but the hand that was holding onto your jacket didn’t let go. Instead - she smiles. A small one, but it was there, and it was as if a boulder was lifted off of your chest. 

“I don’t want to run from this anymore,” she murmured before pressing a kiss on your forehead. You could feel the heat shoot up to your face, knowing she could feel it too, one hand still cupping your face.

“Then don’t.”

A beat. Then she laughed, and it’s the kind of laugh that melts through every doubt you have ever had. “Okay.”

You had to laugh too, and before you could think, before fear or hesitation could creep in, you cupped her face right back and pressed your forehead to hers. The warmth of her skin, the way she sighed like she was finally home - was enough to make your heart ache in the best way.

“This is crazy,” she whispered, but she was smiling.

You grinned. “Maybe. But I don’t care.”

And then, finally, she kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed or uncertain. It was slow, filled with every unspoken word, every moment that led you here. 

It was a promise, a beginning.

[yelenasdiary]

Could I ask Kate Bishop for Cupid’s Dream fics. I was thinking Top! Kate with a Daddy kink. Bottom! (R) with a praise/degradation kink. Using a strap.

My idea was that Kate and Reader would spend their day going places to spend time together, but there was a lot of tension because they were being touchy and flirty all day, so both of them were waiting to get home.

No Sleep Tonight

Pairing: Kate Bishop x GN! Reader

Summary: A day out together on Valentines Day full of plenty of flirting and touching leaves you both desperate to get home.

Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!

Warnings: Top! Kate, Bottom! Reader, Daddy Kink, Praise & Degradation Kink, Strap-On Use (R receiving), Kinda Bratty Reader?, Filthy Kate, Oral (R sucking Kate’s strap), Overstimulation & Orgasm Control | 2.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x

Cupid’s Dream Masterlist 2025

The day that you and Kate were patiently waiting for had finally arrived, the two of had been looking forward to Valentines Day for weeks! Promising one another that you would both take the day off work to finally be able to enjoy some much-needed quality time together. The day started early, Kate treating you to a breakfast in bed followed by plenty of sweet kisses and a small gift exchange before the day truly began.

A stroll through Central Park, hand in hand before stopping to feed the ducks. Kate wrapping her strong arms around you from behind, pulling you closer into her as you threw food out for the ducks, her lips brushing ever so softly against your ear, “you look so beautiful” she whispered. You decided to wear your favorite pair of jeans that always seemed to catch Kate’s attention with the way they perfectly hugged your hips and thighs.

“Relax daddy, it’s just because I’m wearing those jeans that you like” you replied, teasingly knowing that calling her that title would only add to her growing thoughts. Her hands moved from being wrapped around you to a strong grip on your hips, “like is an understatement, baby” she said lightly pushing you away from her so she would take a mental image of how you currently looked. 

“Our day as barely even started” you chuckled, turning in her hold to face her, “but you do look so good in that leather jacket” you added, batting your eyes at her. Kate’s jaw clenched as she pulled you closer once more, “imagine how much better it’ll look when you’re wearing it with nothing else but panties” she whispered before pressing her lips against yours.

You smiled against her lips, “don’t we have a date at the art gallery?” You teased, freeing yourself from her arms to walk ahead of her. 

Wandering through the halls and trying to admire all the paintings and scruples that were on display was tough when both your minds were elsewhere. Kate found herself admiring you more than the paintings that hung perfectly on the wall, swearing to herself that if she were an artist, you’d be her muse. You, on the other hand, were captivated by a sculpture of two intertwined bodies, their passion captured in marble.

Kate wrapping an arm around your waist broke your train of thought, “we could, uhm, recreate that” she teased in a low whisper. You turned to her, looking into her blue eyes, “since when did you become a marble sculptor?” You asked with a raised brow. 

Kate sighed heavily, “you’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” 

“That’s why I said it” you smirked. 

As the day wore on, the tension grew thicker than a snicker. Finding yourselves at a trendy rooftop restaurant to enjoy an early dinner, the sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. Kate’s gaze on you was hotter than the outdoor heater that helped keep guests warm, her eyes only darkened when you brushed your foot against her leg. All the small banter and teasing you’d thrown at her today was driving her crazy just as much as all her soft touches and cheeky whispers to you drove you insane. 

“Your bill, ma’am” the waiter kindly interrupted the conversation, placing the bill on the table beside Kate. She took a moment to watch you finish your drink before you looked at her once more, “well? Do you plan on sitting her all night or do you have something else in mind?” You asked. Kate chuckled lightly, “we’re going home, right now.” She replied, slipping a hundred-dollar bill under the bill.

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Barely making it through the door of your shared apartment and your lips were locked together. Kate’s hands roaming your body, running over your curves with hunger as you ripped off her leather jacket. 

“God, you’ve been teasing daddy all day!” Kate whispered, her breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Oh really? I’m sorry daddy, that wasn’t my intention” you teased, your eyes glinting with mischief. 

Kate leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear once again, “don’t act so innocent now darling. I’ve been thinking about ruining that pretty cunt of yours all fucking day”.

Your heart raced at her words, feeling a throb at your core. “I’ve been very good today, daddy. I’ve been very, very patient” you replied in a husky whisper. The title sent Kate over the edge, her strong arms picking you up off your feet as you wrapped your legs around her waist, “well, if you’ve been so good and patient for me, you can take everything I give you”.

Kate laid you down on the bed, wasting no time before her lips captured yours in the deep kiss. Her hands slipping up the back of your shirt and unclasping your bra in a swift motion before moving her lips to your neck, sucking lightly as she bunched your shirt over your breasts. 

You moaned softly at the soft touch of her lips tracing down your neck to your collar bone before she removed your shift. “Please daddy, don’t be painfully slow” you begged, already knowing how wet you were. Her kissing only adding to your needs. 

Kate leaned back, to look at you, “oh so after all that teasing you expect me to listen to you?” She started, her fingers finding your belt buckle, “I’m going to take my time baby. I want to hear you beg for me, I want to hear you tell me how much my you want daddy’s cock. I want you to admit that you were nothing but a teasing whore today and whores don’t get what they want, do they?” 

You shook your head, watching as the talented Archer was able to unbuckle your belt without her eyes leaving yours for a second. “Use your words, you know the rules” Her blue eyes darkened. 

“No, daddy”

“No what? I don’t know what you’re saying no too” 

“N-No, daddy. Whores don’t get what they want” you admitted, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“That’s right, they don’t” Kate replied, pulling your jeans to your ankles, “god, look how wet you are” she shook her head before pushing herself off the bed. “ Undress and get on your knees darling, now” she commanded, her voice thick with desire. 

You eagerly obeyed, pulling your jeans off completely before removing your t-shirt and already unclasped bra, throwing them to the side. Your heart raced as you looked up at Kate’s powerful form from your new position, naked. You watched as she unbuttoned her jeans, letting them drop to her knees showing you what you already knew, she was packing. 

“I want you to show me how much you want me baby, go on, suck my cock like a good slut’ she said in a soft growl. You leant forward, your lips parting as you took the head of the fake cock into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around the tip, imagining if the tip was coated in her sweetness. Kate looked down at you, watching the way your lips wrapped around the toy, she couldn’t help but moan softly, “that’s right baby, suck daddy’s cock” she groaned. 

Her hands running through your hair, slowly guiding you to talk more of her. “Take it all sweetheart, you can do it”. 

You took the strap deeper down your throat, your eyes watering slightly as you accommodated the toy’s length before bobbing your head up and down the toy. “That’s my good slut, you’re doing so good baby” Kate praised, “such a dirty little whore for me, aren’t you?” She added. You moaned in response, your throat vibrating around the silicone as you became more submissive to the archer, loving the way her words made you wetter.

“You look so pretty like this, I can’t wait to see beautiful you’re going to look when cum around my cock, baby” Kate’s words sung in praise as you continued to bob your head on the toy. Your eyes lit up as you looked up at her, your cunt throbbing at the thought. “That’s right my little whore; daddy is going to fill you up nice and full” Kate smirked seeing the desire in your eyes. 

After a few more minutes, Kate gently guided your mouth away from the silicone toy, “that’s enough baby, you did so good for me. Why don’t you hop on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me” she said, holding a hand out to help you off the floor. 

You took her hand with grace, coming back to your feed before laying down on the bed once more, your legs spreading for Kate to see you exactly how she pictured you in the art gallery. 

“Are you going to be daddy’s good fuck toy?” She asked, shedding herself off the rest of her clothing. You nodded desperately, feeling the cold breeze brush over your wet pussy, “just wanna be your good toy, daddy” you said remembering to use your words. 

Kate slowly climbed on top of you, her strong arms keeping herself up as she teasingly ran the tip of the toy through your wet folds, causing you to moan softly. “You like that, huh?” The brunette teased. 

“Yes, daddy” you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as she continued to run the tip up and down between your folds, brushing against your clit almost too perfectly. “Please, I need you” you begged while Kate continued to tease you. 

“Sorry, what was that?” 

“Daddy! Please, n-need you” you replied in another moan. 

Kate positioned herself at your entrance before slowly but firmly sinking into you, filling you inch by inch. You moaned at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as you adjusted to the feeling. “Fuck, I knew you’d look so beautiful taking all me” Kate praised as she leaned down to kiss you. 

She began to move her hips, thrusting in a steady rhythm. The toy sliding in and out of your slick heat with ease. “You’re such a good slut, baby, taking my cock so well” Kate purred. “My dirty little slut, teasing me all day just begging for me to fuck you like this, begging for daddy to just use you however I please” 

Her words added to your building pleasure, your moans filling the bedroom for anybody to hear. “Y-yes!” You started, “just wanted you! S-so bad!” You added between moans as Kate began to increase her thrusts. Her hands finding yours, pinning them above your head so she could watch the way your tits bounced with each thrust. 

“That’s it sweetheart, let those pretty moans out. Tell me how good I make you feel”.

Your breath came in short, sharp gasps as your body was on the brink of ecstasy, “y-you make m-me feel s’good! P-please don’t s-stop!”. Kate’s thrusts soon turned relentless, her feeling her own pleasure between her legs as she fucked into you, “cum for me baby! Cum on my cock, show me how good daddy makes you feel!” She commanded.

Every muscle coiled with tension as your orgasm ripped through you, crying out Kate’s name as you gushed over her cock, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Such a good fucking whore” Kate praised, slowing her thrusts to ride out your climax. Her lips attacking your neck once more, deepening her thrusts. 

“D-daddy!” You moaned. 

“I know darling, it’s too much but you’re doing so well for me. My perfect fuck toy, let daddy make you feel good. You can give me another, can’t you” Kate whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. 

All you could do was whisper a very soft “yes daddy” as the fake cock continued to slide in and out of your abused cunt. As Kate worked you up to a second orgasm, she whispered plenty of praise in your ear while your nails dug into her back. 

“My beautiful love, so fucking perfect and all mine” she’d whisper. “Nobody else can ever see you like this, all fucked out and dumb for my cock” she added. 

Your walls clenched around the toy as you gripped the sheets tightly, feeling the pleasure of a second orgasm wash over you. Your eyes struggling to stay away as Kate slowed her thrusts once more before coming to a complete stop, “Happy Valentines Day, beautiful” she said before kissing you deeply while pulling out of you. “Relax, my love. Let me clean you up” she added, kissing down your body.

As you lay there, softly moaning while Kate’s tongue ran through your folds, you knew you were in for a long night, not that you cared. With plenty of breaks, either of you were going to get any sleep tonight.

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[rosenclaws]

Do Mutants Dream of Two-Headed Sheep? Chapter 1 || Logan x Cyborg!Reader

Summary: You find yourself in a strange place after being rescued and you don't feel very welcome here.

Warnings: Body horror, angst, blood, medical stuff, injury, angry reader, defensive Logan, reader has a panic attack

wc: 2.2k

a/n: Here's the first chapter! Its mostly set up with a lot of angst but I'm excited to take this story and explore more about both Logan and the reader.

Series Masterlist

They were called the X-Men. They’re mutants. Just like you. You didn’t know anything. They asked you a million questions. Hooked you up to machines. Took X-Rays. Ran tests. Their scientist. Beast. Hank as he asked you to call him. He poked and prodded you for hours.

You hated every moment of it. You were a fucked up creation. He apologized but you paid him no mind. All you could stare at was your new robotic body. What did they turn you into? Hank starts talking.

The people who did this to you, they replaced half of your body with machine parts. But it was incomplete. They meant to turn you fully into a robot, a heartless, cold dead weapon who would listen to their every command. But by the time the X-men had gotten there they had only gotten half way through.

“It’s incredible really.” Hank mumbles and your head whips to the side.

“Incredible? You call being torn apart and replaced by metal incredible?” You spit. His eyes widen as he starts to back peddle, apologizing for his insensitive language but you don’t want to fucking hear it.

“Leave me alone. I’m done being your little show pony.” You snarl.

“I…I’ll be back later to check on you.” Hank offers you a small smile but you just stare ahead of you.

You look at your hands, your arms, your legs. You can barely differentiate between your new body and the medical IV’s that Hank and stuck in you. You had no memories, no clue who you were, how you got there in the first place. The only thing you remember is pain. Only pain.

You hated it. In a fit of rage you grab the IV wires and rip them out of your arm. You watch as blood drips down your arm. The only reminder you have that you’re still made of flesh. 

Upstairs Charles had called a team meeting. All of them for the lack of a better term were unsettled. They’re mutants. They’ve seen a lot of things in their life. People who don’t look human or have some mutation that changes their physical appearance. But this. This was utterly new and horribly cruel. 

“According to the files we extracted from their computer, the mutant you found is known as Project G.H.O.S.T.” Charles sets down the files on his desk.

“Doctor Peter Crane is the lead scientist hired by Section K. Unfortunately, we were unable to capture him or the leader of a mutant experimentation group. But we were able to get their information and future plans all while destroying their current base of operations.” Scott follows while skimming through the amount of information gathered on the mission.

“Who are they? Why did Crane want them?” Storm asks as she looks at the folder with all your information.

“We don’t know. Most of the information had already been destroyed, not even a name. But from what…” Scott trails off, unsure of how to phrase it. He glances at Logan for just a second before turning back to Charles.

“What we do have, we think they were planning on turning them into a living weapon. Strip them of their humanity and turn them into a puppet.” That struck a chord with Logan. Living weapon, yeah he’s heard that one before. He was one before.

“Did they?” Logan asks gruffly.

“We don’t know. It looks like they only got half way through before we found them.” Scott replies.

Logan grunts in response. He stops listening to Scott once he moves on, something about plans or whatever. He doesn’t care. His thoughts drift back to you. Just what are you? Charles didn’t mention anything about a mutant like you. Half machine. Logan was the one to save you, to cut you free and try to get you out but now he’s wondering if it was a mistake.

What if they had turned you already? Destroyed your humanity and they brought you right into the heart of the X-Men. Are you dangerous? He knows what it’s like to be experimented on, to be turned into a puppet for the masters to play with.

Anyone else would feel a connection, a level of understanding. But Logan, he can’t trust that easily. This is his home and the people living in this mansion are his family. He knows what you could possibly be.

And he doesn’t trust it one bit.

“You’re all dismissed, we’ll try and find out more and plan for next week.” Charles says. He turns his head to stare directly at Logan.

“Logan. Come with me.” Logan grumbles as he gets out of his chair and follows the professor through the halls.

“I know you’re distrustful of our new guest,” Charles starts making Logan scoff.

“Your thoughts are louder than you think Logan. I would have assumed you would be more…understanding.” Charles says carefully. Understanding isn’t exactly the word anyone would use to describe Logan but it was the best choice.

“I understand how dangerous people like us can be.” Logan states plainly. The destruction he caused as Weapon X, he doesn’t remember most of it but he can still smell the blood and sometimes he catches glimpses in his nightmares.

“I see.”

Logan steps in the elevator with Charles and stays quiet as it brings them down to the laboratory. When they enter your room they just see you sitting on the bed. Your eyes staring at the small TV in front of you. The channels flipping back and forth rapidly.

“Hello my dear, my name is Charles Xavier.” You glance at him, then at Logan before turning your attention back to the TV.

“I know this is a lot to process but I promise you we’re here to help you.” Still silent.

“When you’re ready, we have a room ready and we’d like to ask you some questions.” Still nothing. Logan grows irritated at your lack of response.

“Hey. He’s talking to you bub.” Logan snaps, the words tumbling out of his mouth without even thinking. You glare at him as he slams his hand against the TV, shutting it off. With a flick of your wrist it turns right back on.

“Technopathy, a rare mutation indeed.” Charles notes.

“Logan, show them to their dorm room. I think they’ve spent enough time down here.” Charles leaves, stranding you alone with Logan.

He’s the one who found you. You recognize his voice. Though this time he’s much angrier than he was before. He’s hostile and it looks like he might claw you right where you sit.

“Alright kid-”

“I’m not a kid.” You snap. Your robotic hand clenching around the rails of the bed, crushing the metal with ease.

“Fine. I want to know exactly what they did to you. Give me one reason I should let you near any of those kids up there.” Logan growls. You just laugh at his audacity, he doesn’t scare you for a second.

“Aren’t you a warm welcome? Is this typical X-Men hospitality? Stick needles and threaten my life? ” You spit and Logan’s claws come out instantly.

“Listen bub, I know their plans and I want to make sure you aren’t already the weapon they wanted to create.”

“What if I am Logan? A trojan horse to spy on your little friends.” You’re not, you have control but he was pissing you off. If he was going to treat you like a threat you sure as hell weren’t going to spare him any real explanation.

“Then I’ll slice you to pieces in a heartbeat.” He says, brandishing his claws.

Without thinking you flinch just seeing them. They remind you of the blades, the pain as you went in and out of consciousness. Your heart starts to race as flashes of broken memories. The pain shoots through your body, both sides. You don’t understand. You push yourself off the bed and flee to the corner of the room. Logan’s eyes widen as you start to mumble. Your fingers digging into your hair as you try and calm yourself down.

“Hey kid I-” Logan’s cut off by the TV exploding next to him.

“Fuck!” Logan hisses as the parts of the screen dig into his skin.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.” You cry.

Logan reaches out but the sight of his claws send you deeper into your spiral. With your right hand you push him into the wall and run.

You hear him shouting but you keep running. Grabbing a jacket from one of the lockers you hurry into the elevator, putting it around you and hoping it covers some of your robotic body. When the doors open you leap out of sight, maneuvering your way through the halls as you hear the sound of children laughing and footsteps getting too close. You can’t think straight, you want to leave. You don’t want to be here anymore, you just want to go home.

What even was home? Did you have one? Did you have a family? You see a group of kids approaching your hiding spot and you bolt. You see a large open door and throw it open, slamming it shut and leaning against it. Closing your eyes you try to focus on your breathing. Your lungs had been replaced too, with each breath you hear the turning of the gears and the squeaking of the air pump.

“I may owe you an apology my dear, perhaps Logan was not the right person to leave you with.” You open your eyes to see Charles at this desk. Fuck the room you went into was his office.

“You think?” You bite back, though you feel yourself a little more relaxed around this man. He chuckles and beckons you over to sit.

“I apologize. You see, you and Logan share more than you may think.” You raise an eyebrow but don’t say anything about it.

“He thinks I’m a threat.” You close the jacket tighter around you. Charles stares at you and you feel something off in your head.

“Please don’t read my mind.” You mumble, trying to shut him out. To his surprise you do.

“I’m sorry, your thoughts are just very loud.” From Hank's scans Charles had discovered that your body was an odd mix of human and machine.

Your heart and lungs had been replaced but your brain remained intact. The neurons that controlled your bodily movements had been expertly attached and morphed with the wires that ran through the right side, the robotic side. Your thoughts were loud and clear that even if he tried not to he could still read them.

The conclusion?

You were not an immediate threat, but you could pose danger if you were to give in to your machine side. You carried the capacity for both great good and great evil. Your humanity was out of touch which is exactly what Crane wanted. The doors to his office slam open to reveal a pissed off Logan. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you sitting there, for a moment you swear you saw his eyes. turn soft. But you blink and the softness is gone. Replaced by complete apathy.

“Look, I appreciate the rescue but I think it’s best if I leave.” You say while looking at Logan.

“If you want to leave, I will not stop you. But I believe you would do well here. This is a place to learn how to operate your new self safely. We’ll protect you, take care of you.” Charles offers.

The truth is he wants to keep you here so they can guide you to the right path. The fear is radiating off of you. He doesn’t have to be a mind reader to know that you’re afraid of becoming exactly what they wanted you to be. There’s one question swimming around in your mind, projecting itself to everyone who looks at you.

Are you human? Or are you a weapon? Can those people have truly stripped away your humanity, by taking your heart, your blood, your limbs?

If they were to find you again they could finish what they started. But if Charles could keep you here, he can help you find your humanity again, help you become yourself.

“I know what you fear and we can help. I promise.” Charles whispers.

“It might be too late.” You whisper back. Staring at your hands once again, watching yourself in the reflection of your metal hand.

“Nonsense my dear, you’re not the first person who’s come here with a past like yours.” Charles says while looking at Logan.

Logan shifts on his feet, there is guilt for sending you into panic but he doesn’t trust you fully yet. But if Charles does, he’ll at least stay out of your way.

“Give us a month, a month to guide you, to help you and I promise the team will do everything in our power to find the people who did this.” You think for a moment.

There’s so much of your life missing and there’s a desperate need to know growing inside of you. If he’s telling the truth, if he can really help you. Then you don’t have a choice.

“Deal.” Charles smiles and places a hand atop your metal one.

“Welcome to the X-Men.” 

[hiraizyo]

two worlds apart.

pairing: manon bannerman x female reader

synopsis — being a daughter to a duke and duchess, manon knew she had little to no say as to who she would end up with. that didn’t stop her from seeking out others, specifically you, the daughter of a barman, whom she had become completely enthralled by. the only problem? you were of different social status to manon, and oh, what a scandal it would be if anyone were to find out.

tags — fluff, angst, suggestive, slight nsfw, forbidden love, royalty!au, lady!manon, commoner!yn, secret relationship

now playing: astronomy, conan gray

a/n: icl i don’t understand how i haven’t written for manon before like i have SOOO MANY ideas for her 😔😔 there is somewhat of an attempt at old english to fit the time period but the language is still kind of modern fyi. i hope you enjoy, sorry for any typos or spelling mistakes !

++ inspired by this ask. i apologize for taking so long, i’m also kissing the brick gently… before throwing it </3

manon’s laughter was bright and full of life, her giggles like music to your ears as her fingers tangled with yours and pulled you along with her. the wind whipped past your face, cold air of the nightlife briskly kissing your skin while your legs carried you in urgency, trying to keep up with the ghanaian woman. her curls bounced as she ran, much further ahead of you, the only thing keeping you attached to her was the grip she had on you.

it wasn’t just the sight of manon that had your heart racing, but also the adrenaline rushing through your veins from sneaking out into the night, your only chance of being able to see her.

you had lost count of how many times you’d done this before, though now you were much better skilled than when you and manon first began your relationship. you knew when to leave the house, which route was best to take for your shared secret place, how to be discreet with your stares when out in public.

“darling,” you called out, smiling at her. “why are you making such haste?”

manon looked back briefly. “why are you not?” she countered, flashing you a teasing grin.

a couple more steps was taken before manon stopped, her breathing heavy, as was yours. she yanked you down with her to the ground, falling back together on the grass in a fit of laughter, facing the starry sky.

“this is our one night together before i am to leave for the countryside.” she turned to face you, staring at your side. “i wish for it to be special.”

propping yourself on your elbow, you were slightly leaning over manon, looking down at her. “every moment spent together is special, my darling.”

she shuffled closer so that she was tucked below your arm, her smile soft and dashing. manon reached out to caress your cheek, thumb grazing over the cheekbone and leaned up to press her lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

the kiss was short lived, and when yours eyes fluttered open once again, nothing would have prepared you for the sight that resided in front of you.

you grinned, “have i ever told you how utterly gorgeous you are?” gripping onto her hand that rested on your cheek, you placed a kiss against it.

“you flatter me, ms. yn.” manon replied, her voice teasing, yet at the same time knowing.

“but it is true!” you declared, arching a brow at her. manon hummed as you continued. “i believe even the gods weep at your beauty.”

manon let out a loud laugh, though her heart stuttered in her chest. she couldn’t contain the smile that was battling to break free, her teeth grazing the soft flesh of her bottom lip.

“oh hush,” she tittered, and dragged her finger down from your nose until it reached your lips, tapping it twice. “you ought to put that mouth of yours to better use.”

you eyes danced over the soft features of her face, gazing from her dilated pupils to the curve of her nose, from the corner of her mouth to her exposed neck. you smiled gently, leaning forward, close enough that she felt your breath on her.

“as you wish, my lady.”

silencing manon with another kiss, your hand found its way to the small of her back while hers cupped your cheek once again. she kissed you back with vigor, her tongue dipping inside your mouth. you moaned as she let out a breathless sigh, your kisses traveling across her jaw and down to her neck. she leaned back, allowing you to have better access, and pulled on your hair tightly when she felt your teeth nip her skin.

you planted open mouth kisses across her collarbones, while your hand traveled lower, quickly and messily pushing the frills of her dress away. dipping your hand between her legs, slick wetness coated your fingers. the cream coloured material was quickly bunched in your tight grip as you moved to positioned yourself between her now bent knees, kissing the inside of her thighs, traveling to where she needed you most. the last thing you had seen before going beneath her dress was manon’s head thrown back, her gasps echoing around you as she lost herself in the ecstasy.

a while later, after manon had calmed down from her post orgasm bliss, she watched as you resurfaced, licking your lips clean. you hung above her, arm on either side of her and harshly kissed her for the third time. her fingers trailed over the back of your neck, pulling you down until your body pressed against hers.

when you’d finally separated from one another, you shuffled around, laying sideways, and settled to rest your head in her lap, silently counting the stars. manon sat up and leaned back on her hands, facing upwards with her eyes closed as she basked in the moment with you, a warmth encompassing her.

the cool temperature of the night provided great relief to the heat of your skin. it was quiet, the only sound being howls hooting from nearby trees.

“for how long will you be gone?”

manon looked down at you, regretfully. “i am not certain, a week or two.” she announced, moving her one hand from the grass to rake through your hair. “father has business to take care of, but he still wants the family to be together.”

you nodded, leaning into her touch. a soft exhale left you from the soothing sensation of her nails against your scalp. “i must confess a week away from you is too torturous for one to bear.”

“surely your heart can take it.” manon teased, her lips curved into a smile. she twirled a few strands of your hair around her finger.

“it cannot,” you uttered, staring at her longingly. “my heart calls your name.”

manon’s breath hitched in her throat. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you shower her with romantic words, but each time you did, she could feel herself falling deeper and deeper.

“as does mine,” she admitted, her smile widening. her voice then lowered into a whisper, “i will be back before you know it.”

you looked up at her, wetting your lips with a swipe of your tongue. “i love you, more than you will ever know.”

the warmth that engulfed manon was unlike any other as she repeated the words back to you. your hand traveled up to where hers was, linking your fingers together and squeezed. your eyes shone with affection as manon squeezed back, a silent promise that you’d be together once again.

the days without manon had proven to be difficult. they were slow, almost lacking life. you busied yourself with helping your mother around the house, taking care of your younger brother, and assisted your father at his bar. though it was frowned upon for a woman to be seen working, you endured the strange looks of the many lords and other men that occupied the place.

you kept careful watch of how long it’d been since manon left. seven nights had passed already, and you ached for her more than ever. the longest you’d been apart was three days, courtesy of the ghanaian’s lack of free time and the many balls she had to attend.

it was nightfall and you found yourself sitting at the window seat, a forgotten book in hand. the glass showed your reflection, but your eyes were on the moon above. the only thing that brought you comfort was knowing that somewhere, out there, manon was staring too.

with a sigh, you shut the book closed and shoved it back into the bookcase between the others. you walked into the chambers of your room, and with a heavy heart, willed yourself to fall asleep.

the following day, you repeated everything that you’d been doing from the start of the week. the only difference was a letter had been delivered to you once you reached home later that night. the stamp of the bannerman seal was on the flap of the envelope. you peeled apart the sealing wax, opening it hastily, taking out the piece of paper with rushed hands. manon’s handwriting was neat, only three words present.

nightfall. bannerman manor.

— m.

your eyes glistened with unshed tears. finally, after so long, you’d be able to see her.

it wasn’t long before you were out the house, sneakily closing the door and ventured out into the night. though you were confused as to why manon requested you at her place, it didn’t stop you from taking the journey.

carefully, you trudged along the outskirts of the manor, attentive as to not get caught by the surrounding guards. it was dark, so dark that you had to squint your eyes tightly in order to see.

manon was close by, she’d snuck passed the servants of the manor, quiet as a mouse. once near the gates, she quickly caught sight of you from the silhouette of your movements and the crunching of leaves beneath your feet. slowly, manon approached you from behind, tapping your shoulder.

you jumped from fight, a gasp escaping you. you turned around, with widened eyes and a fearful heart that you’d been caught. manon clamped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, her own eyes shining with mischief. she then glanced around to be sure no one had heard you.

you sighed in relief, shoulders slumping forward. with a delicate touch, you peeled manon’s hand away from your mouth, a short, breathless laugh of nervousness leaving you. she tangled your fingers together, and turned to walk back in the direction she’d come from. you knitted your eyebrows together, out of both confusion and fear, but manon only placed a finger against her lips, telling you to be silent.

she took one last look to be sure that no one was around to see you and her, and pulled you along with her. you followed meekly, almost stumbling over your own feet.

the inside of the manor had you looking around in astonishment, the tall walls and intricate designs of white and gold were beautiful. you’d never seen anything like, the pure admiration on your face caused manon to giggle, finding your shock humorous.

soon, you’d made your way to her room.

the door shut behind her, and manon leaned her back against it, beaming at you. still with panic in set in your body, your frightened voice was heard in the dimly lit room, a candle burning in the corner.

“what is this?” you hissed, “why are we here?”

“is that how you greet someone you’ve missed dearly?” manon tilted her head to the side, a fire dancing about in her eyes.

you blinked, “no, but this is far too dangerous!” gesturing to the door, you hinted at what lurked behind it. “what if someone had seen us?”

manon paid no mind to your frantic state. she took prolonged, deliberate steps toward you, a smirk set in place. when she finally reached you, her pointer finger ran along the edge of your jaw, almost as if she was taunting you.

“kiss me.”

your voice shook, “manon—”

“i saw you today,” she flicked her gaze up to your eyes. “with a girl awfully close to you.” manon quickly retracted her finger, like she had been burned, and it felt as if her hand was never there at all. “is that what you do when i’m not here? entertain others?”

as you took in her words, you noticed the tinge of aggression. they had a sharp bite to them, and the way manon’s body was rigid told you all that you needed to know.

she was jealous.

it was a sight you liked far too much for you to admit.

you stepped closer, head dipping down. “i belong to you entirely.”

manon’s eyes connected with yours, her stare so intense that it had your insides tingling. her voice was husky, “is that so?”

“i swear it.” you mumbled, leaning in further. your hand gripped her waist, the layer of fabric being on the only thing keeping you from feeling your skin against hers.

manon tilted her head up to meet your lips in a featherlight kiss, her lips barely brushing against yours. you pulled away, your other hand sweeping your knuckles across her cheek.

“i dreamt of you while you were away.” you confessed, the tenderness in your voice a stark contrast to the tension between you and manon.

she tugged you closer by your neck, “now there is no need to dream any longer.”

whatever else you wanted to say was stuffed down as manon pressed a rough kiss to your lips. you stumbled back from the force, furrowing your eyebrows as you kissed her passionately.

she trailed her hand down to your ribcage, holding it tightly. her other hand held was placed on your ribcage as well, as she pushed you back until you collided with the dresser in her room. the wooden furniture knocked against the wall, the sound loud and rattled around the room.

manon’s lips were bruised by the time she moved her attention to your neck, while you fought with every bit of strength left in you not to rip the back strings of her dress, desperate to feel her. a soft moan slipped out your mouth as manon littered kisses over your skin, feeling your throat bob up and down you as swallowed. your hands made a mess of her curls, bringing her back up to connect your lips once again, teeth harshly clashing against one another.

unbeknownst to you and manon, her lady’s maid stood behind the door, listening in. a hand covered her mouth, the impure sounds she’d heard frightening her.

two days came and went.

that morning, manon felt as if something dark was lingering in the air, awaiting her presence. it wasn’t until she’d been called in to her father’s study when the ball finally dropped.

“tell me it is not true.” her father said, back turned to her.

the last thing manon expected when she stepped into the room was for him to bring you up. now, standing with her head down, eyes trained to the floor, she shuddered at the coldness in her father’s voice.

“it is merely a fantasy of hers.” manon replied. her hands were shaking, so she gripped them together and hid them behind her back.

her father turned around to face, his stare was hard. “you mean to call your lady’s maid a liar?”

“no!” she shrieked, tone fearful. “i-i only meant that perhaps she was… mistaken.”

manon watched as her father chuckled bitterly, and she felt a chill run down her spine. she turned her head to the side, not being able to hold her fathers dark gaze.

“mistaken? i hardly think so.” he commented, and manon felt as if she’d been cut with a blade.

she gulped down her nerves. “you take her word over mine, father?”

“your word means nothing!” he bellowed out. his face contorted into one of anger, pointing a finger at her. “if she is correct in her claims, we cannot have you bring shame upon this family, manon.”

manon had half a mind to find her lady’s maid and strip her of her job, but she stayed rooted to her spot, unable to move.

silence hung heavy in the air, it weighed on her body like a rock.

the scrapping of a chair’s legs rang in manon’s ears. her father sat down at his desk, his hands folded together. he took in a deep breath, and shut his eyes, but manon could tell this was nowhere near the end of their conversation.

“so, which is it?” he asked, and waved his hand out. slowly, his words left his mouth, falling like acid rain on manon’s skin. “tell me, or i shall have your lover slayed before your eyes.”

“you can’t!” she gasped. manon’s knees began to feel weak, she stumbled towards the desk, gripping onto the dark brown table. her eyes pleaded with him, tears threatening to fall.

manon’s father was rarely a cruel man, but as she looked into his eyes, they had an icy glare in them. her father stared at her menacingly, and she choked on her breath, feeling as if her airflow was being constricted.

“you can’t…” she whimpered brokenly, her voice lost in her throat. “please, father!”

tears leaked from her eyes, wetting her cheeks. she swiped her tongue over her lip, tasting the saltiness. as she silently begged him, her father never wavered, his jaw tense and locked.

the reality of the situation dawned on her.

manon had your life in her hands.

as if threatening you was not enough, her father’s voice was heard again, ripping all of her happiness from her brittle hands.

“you will marry lord martin’s son, and you will do so without any argument. he is a fine, suitable man, and this is the last i ever hear of that girl.”

the loud and heavy stomping of the dark brown horse was nothing compared to beating of manon’s heart. it was harsh against her ribcage, feeling as it would jump out at any moment.

cold wind whipped against her cheeks, blowing past her ears as it whistled around her. she yanked on the ropes, instructing the stallion to go faster, hooves hitting hard on the ground.

you were soon in manon’s vision, your back facing her as you took in the fresh air of the night. she slowed down the horse until it trotted your way, and she quickly dismounted it, tying the rope around a tree.

“my love.” you called upon seeing her, reaching to wrap your arms around her once she was close.

manon mustered up a smile and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, her fingers intertwining with yours. she gazed up at you, though you could tell there was something wrong, the crease in her eyebrows evident of that.

“what is that matter?” you asked, cupping her cheek softly.

manon shook her head and attempted to smile again, “nothing to fret about.” she replied, taking her hands in yours and kissed your knuckles.

her hands were smooth in comparison to your rough and dirty ones. you chuckled lightly, easily being able to see through her.

“you take me for a fool?” you quipped, raising a brow. manon sighed and leaned her head against your shoulder, falling into you.

“no.” she murmured, her lips touching your skin caused goosebumps to arise.

you ran a hand over her head, all the way down to back of her neck and rested your hand there. manon could feel the agony in her heart, knowing she had to tell you of her fathers plan to have her wed lord martin’s son. her breath hitched in her throat.

“yn, i—” she began, stopping herself.

it was difficult to hear with her head stuffed into your neck, so you placed both hands on her forearms and pulled her away. the tears that gathered below her eyes alarmed you, curiosity now settling in your chest.

“what is it?” you asked her.

manon breathed shakily, her eyes meeting with yours.

slowly and with deep sadness, she opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. manon couldn’t bare to break the news to you, but she knew she would have to eventually.

“i am to be married in three weeks.”

what?

your eyes widened, body going stiff.

manon sensed the stillness of your movements, taking in a sharp breath and shuddered. she hastily grabbed at your hands, her eyes frantic.

“my father, he—” she said, pausing at the fear she felt after the night in the office. “he hreatened to have you killed. i couldn’t let you die!”

shaking off the stunned feeling, you swallowed heavily and pulled up one of manon’s hands to press it against your chest. beneath her palm, manon could feel your heart beating. it was steady, a reminder that you were still alive and breathing. you needed to calm her down.

“shh, hey, it’s alright.” you whispered, trying to derail the situation. “i am here, i’m alive.”

you brows were knitted together as you stared deep in manon’s eyes. tears freely rolled down her cheeks, no longer being able to contain her emotions, sanity quickly slipping away.

“i don’t want to leave you.” she whimpered, her voice cracking.

at her vulnerable state, your own tears began to well in your eyes. you blinked them away, trying to stay strong for the both of you, but it was difficult when you felt as if you were being ripped apart.

you hushed her once again when she began to murmur under her breath, a mess of words and syllables that sounded foreign to your years.

it was a rare sight to see manon so defeated.

you took in a gasped breath, your voice lost. manon was quick to pull you against her, wrapping her arms around your midsection, holding you close to her as her mind ran a mile a minute, swirling with thoughts of how your relationship would survive.

she wasn’t thinking clearly, her judgement clouded by heartbeat and the unfairness of having to marry someone she did not love.

manon wouldn’t let this be the end.

she pulled away quick, her words falling out in a tumble. “we will run away— together! we can find a place, somewhere we can be free.”

her eyes were hopeful. it broke your heart even further to deny her of her solutions.

you shook your head violently, “no.” the shake in your voice contrasted with the somewhat firm answer. manon stared at you in disbelief, her eyes held a hint of betrayal.

you cupped her cheeks, “there is nothing i desire more than to have you, and i did. for a little while.” you admitted softly, pressing your foreheads against one another. “but i cannot ask you to break your family’s heart over me.”

manon was no longer feeling that sadness, instead she was angry, livid, at how easy it was for you to give the relationship up. her breathing quickened, putting some distance between you and her, her hand gesturing around the air.

she narrowed her eyes, “so instead we should suffer?”

“it is the sensible thing to do.” you told her, now finding the strength to harden your voice.

you knew from the very start of your relationship it would end at some point. after all, it was against social norms for someone of manon’s prestige to be with you, and it was even worse for it to be two women. and though it broke your heart to do this, you couldn’t let manon suffer the repercussions of going against her father.

“but i love you!” she shouted, vision blurry. “i love you, and i want— i want us to be together.”

your heart broke further from the desperation in her voice, seeing manon visually spiraling, clawing at the remnants of what once was.

you took a step towards her, pressing your lips against hers in an earth-shattering kiss. your brows furrowed together as you poured every ounce of emotion into the kiss. manon grasped her hands to your waist, her grip tight, fingers digging into your sides.

she breathed heavily, tear stained cheeks glistening in the moonlight as your own tears finally fell.

you hugged her close, setting your chin atop her head. “i know it is hard, but you must—” manon’s head vigorously shook in your chest. “you must do this, okay?”

manon let out a sob, the sound caused for your heart to shatter even more.

“my darling.” you mumbled, “my beautiful, beautiful manon.” pressing another kiss to her lips, you placed her hand over your chest once again. “you will forever be here.”

the cry that left manon was so strong it could shake the world. her lips quivered, shoulders slumping forward.

“my heart calls your name.” she told you brokenly, the words like a chant that reminded you you’d always have these memories to look back on.

“mine too,” a sob now ripped from your throat. “it always will.”

you fell into one another, once again desperately holding onto each other for dear life. your rough hands were gripped tightly, and she squeezed her arms to press your closer against her.

it hurt to let her go, but you had to, for her own safety and yours.

you needed to.

your breathing went shallow, almost as if the sharp edges of your broken heart were scraping against your lungs. the physical pain was evident on your face, tears never ending.

“now, leave.” you announced, looking up at the starry sky. “if you stay any longer… i may never let you go.”

manon bit down her lip so hard it drew blood, the effort it took to let you go was the most difficult thing she’d ever done.

she made quick work of untying the rope and mounting the animal, riding off into the dark night, a piece of her being left with you. as you watched manon ride away on her horse, you felt yourself finally crumble, succumbing to the deep pressure on your heart and the pain that raked through your body.

another cry left you, looking up at the stars, reminding yourself that even if you once had manon, it was doomed from the start.

the harsh truth felt like a slap to the face.

you and manon, no matter how much you tried, would always be two worlds apart.

so likeeee will i be forgiven for this or 🧍

[loramystii]

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ᡣ𐭩

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ. ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ.

— ᴄᴡ; ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴛʀɪʙʙɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋ1ɴᴋ

You had already planned out Valentine's day on your own, how you usually had to do with all your other partners. Cook them dinner, let them grace you with a store bought bouquet, and then your body would be some half-assed gift to them. It has never been different, and even though Grayson has taught you many things you never knew about love, you never imagined this would be one of them.

She came home, her regular bags under her eyes from exhaustion. You rushed to her, arms wrapping around her neck and pressing her body flush against yours. She lightly chuckled, returning the embrace and placing her head on your shoulder. "Happy Valentine's day, hun," You begun, excitement coursing through your body.

She pulled away, a light smile on her lips as she grabbed your chin with carefulness. "Beat me to it, huh?" You nod with a giggle, intertwining one of her free hands with yours. "You're dressed all pretty, are you perhaps in the know of something?" You tilted your head with a smile, slight confusion in your gaze. "Nuh uh, jus' made you dinner,"

Your exclamation had her eyes widening, watching you trying to drag her through the house and into the dining room. She shook her head, an awkward little chuckle leaving her mouth once again. "Dear, hold on–" You stopped in your step and turned to her, an eyebrow cocked. "I'm really grateful that you made us dinner, but I had something planned for us today," She murmured, looking down at you with sympathy and gratitude.

Your head tilts in confusion, still holding onto her hand, face drooping a little. "What do ya' mean..?" You thought she was just going to skip dinner, go straight to bed, it was unlikely of her but you weren't sure what else she meant. You knew couples went out, but Grayson was a busy woman, busier than most. You were suprised enough she left early today. "I set up a reservation at a restaurant, we could still keep the food for tomorrow though."

Your eyes darted around, trying to figure out if she was being serious. "Aren't you tired?" You asked gently and she didn't respond, instead coming closer to kiss you briefly. "Such a sweet girl," She mumbled against your lips, kissing you once again. "Wear a shorter dress with two braids, you'll fit right into the decorations, dear," A genuine smile comes upon your lips, giggling like a little girl and running to the bedroom to pick out an outfit and get dressed up again.

Grayson made the night mythical, a bouquet with your favorite flowers and wrapped perfectly, a dinner at the dinner place you've always told her about, and now she's taking you home. Grayson taught you many lessons about sex, she taught you sex was more intimate than you believed, that sex should be slow and sensual instead of rough and mean.

You bite your bottom lip from the inside in anticipation, wanting to already get home. She kept her hand lovingly on your thigh, not to high up, right over where your own hand was rested on your lap. The car ride was mostly silent, small whispers from her.

When she pulls into the driveway, you were already getting down from the car but she was at your door before you had to the chance. She undid your buckle, perching you up into her arms bridal style. You squeal, holding onto her. "Gray'!" She lathered your face in small pecks, basking in the sound of your giggles as she walked towards your shared bedroom.

Placing you down on the bed with care, she hovers over you and admires your figure. Her hand reverently traces the dress till she gets to the bottom of it, hiking it up to reveal your body. You whimper slightly, vision narrowed to look at her. Your heavy lidded eyes couldn't tear away from the way she hooked her fingers under your panties. "Going to prep you, baby, just stay still," She gave you a heads up, your hands running through her hair.

She presses against your touch, slowly undoing the tie of your dress to let it slip off your body. Her fingertips were light, hardly noticeable against your skin. Even the callous from holding her gun so often couldn't be felt. Her palms groped at your tits, feeing the warmth of the supple skin. Your little squirming, back arching to get more of her body against yours.

She tuts softly, "Patience, please." Her lips come to scatter hot, wet kisses on your body. She presses her clothed body against your nude one, lips sucks on the fat around your breasts and down your body. Her hands move up and down on your figure, breathing deeply against you. Your squirming is gentle, your clit pulsating against nothing. Your hand began to tug at her clothes, the layering and all, already feeling her bulging muscles. "Words, baby." She demands yet no force behind her tone.

"Can you.." You drift off when speaking, fiddling with strands of her hair. "Can you take off your clothes?" She kneels between your legs upright, unbuttoning her top and her belt already slightly coming undone. Your hips bucked upwards, trying to feel her jeans against your clit but failing miserably. She tuts and shakes her head, throwing the shirt to a random corner. "Told you to use your words for everything, dear." You huff, hands leaving her hair to grope her breasts, squeezing and cupping them.

Grayson knew everything that set you off, everything that had you begging for more, but so did you. The braids in your hair were coming out and your makeup was a bit smudged, her sight couldn't be torn away from your face. "Mommy please," You began, watching Grayson's breath hitch, her hands pausing on her belt. "Mommy need you to love on me." Grayson bit her bottom lip, throwing the belt elsewhere before shoving her pants down, body hovering over you once again.

You didn't hesitate to feel every muscle and curve from her body, hands on her hips and watching her eyes nearly rolling the back of her head. "Need mommy to make this all worth your time, baby?" She whispered against your earlobe, her hand wandering down to your needy nub. Her free hand tugged at your braid, rubbing lazy circles on your clit with the other. She felt your clit twitch, she felt your slick gathering on her fingertips. Your head was thrown back in nearly a moment but Grayson stopped when your gaze was averted.

A quick whine came from you, body unable to stop arching off the mattress. You whimpered, bambi eyes practically begging her to keep rubbing on you. You huffed when she didn't comply. "Wanna make you feel good but you have to keep your eyes on me, is that fair?" You hummed, a complain lingering in the back of your mind but not being expressed. "Okay mommy, promise, won't look away!" Her index continues to work at your clit, more precise this time. The craving in Grayson's veins was beginning to become apparent and intolerant, the need to have skin to skin contact. She groaned, watching your hole clench around nothing.

"Body is so fucking beautiful, baby," Grayson usually had clean language, words that weren't explicit, since she usually was better expressing herself. Yet when it came to moments like these, she slipped up, her own eyebrows furrowing as your half lidded glare kept still on Grayson. Your body began to shake slightly, an orgasm approaching. "Fuuucckk—" Grayson moaned out, her own cunt begging for something. Grayson pulled away right before your orgasm, eyes widening and whining like a child.

"Are you serious, Gray'?" Your body was still shaky, arm draped over your rosy face. "Did what you asked!" You complained. She cooed softly, hand cupping your cheek and caressing it gently. "Oh baby," She noticed the pout on your lips, the way you petulantly looked away. "Mommy's gonna make it up to you, wanna be on top, baby?" She murmured, her lips kissing the corners of yours. Your eyes lit up at her eyes, the tears that gathered from the lack of stimulation drying away and Grayson chuckled.

She laid back on the bed, nude just like you. Your frame stumbled over her, legs spread to feel her against you. You hesitated slightly, teasing her by not sitting down on her yet. "Fuck, baby, please," She looked at you, desperation in her tone and gaze. Finally, you sat down, your wet cunt placed against hers. Grayson's hand held onto the fat of your hips, guiding you to grind against her. Your lashes fluttered, hips stuttering as her clit nudged against yours.

"Just like that baby," Grayson encouraged, kneading the skin of your hips. You nodded, panting, "Mommy— shit, shit," You bounced against her, using her tits as leverage to go quicker. "Fuck, fuck fuck," She chuckled, watching you grind against her like a little puppy in heat. "Language, baby," You shake your head, moaning and feeling the squelching of your cunts being connected. "So close.."

Grayson held your hips when she noticed you slowed down, grinding you against her instead of you doing all the work. You spasmed, eyes rolling back and unknowingly squirting on Grayson. Her movements didn't stop, bumping her clit against yours feverishly. "Too much— mommy–" You moaned, dumbed down to nothing but a toy for her to finally cum on you. When she did, she held you closer, body flush against hers as she swayed her hips gently.

"There we go, fuck," She whispered, your face hidden deep in the crook of her neck. "Shower or bath?" She mumbled after a few seconds of uninterrupted silence. "Bath," You replied briefly, connecting your lips to hers with fervor. She returned it, holding you close.

[starfox017]

Life Series College AU

Hi guys! This is my first time ever writing fanfiction! (i'm fueled by the hyperfixation) and I wanted to share the very first bit of the Life Series College AU I wrote! ---

Alright New school You’ve done this before But this is different right? I mean college, that’s a BIG deal. Will you know anyone here? Well, of course you will. Pearl’s here, and so is Mumbo. Maybe I’ll find other friends too.

I feel a fist punch my shoulder and I flinch at the impact, only to see Pearl on my right side skipping along the sidewalk. “Hey! Stop being so much in your brain, brain is bad. It’s college, you have got nothing to worry about. No one knows you here, it’s a brand new experience, with brand new people!”

“Yeah but—” I can feel the binder pressing against my chest, all the air starts to leave my lungs. “No buts!” Pearl turns in front of me and grabs my shoulders. “Just breathe. Okay? If anyone messes with you, just call me, okay? Now get in there, and make a good first impression! What’s your first class?”

“I- I think it's the history of architecture?” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. I roll my shoulder back and stick my head up and fill myself with fake confidence. My words taste artificial, and my brain is filled with lies. Pearl and I stroll into class together, having the same class. She leaves me to sit across the room.

“This is for your own good. You need to be your own person, make your own friends.” I sit alone in an empty room, way too early for class. I fiddle with my fingers and start to pick at the dry skin around my nails. I wince at the slight pain of removing a hangnail, and see a drop of blood appear. Shit. I stick my finger in my mouth and try to remove the blood so no one notices. People begin to enter the room, sparcing themselves everywhere. I turn to stare at Pearl. From across the room she gives me a thumbs up with a warm smile. I quickly take the finger out of my mouth and give a thumbs up back, a fake smile plastered across my face.

“Why hello there!” “AAAH!” A voice startles me from behind, appearing at my left is a person propping up their cane against the chair next to them.

“Sorry, did I startle you?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, for being scared? My name is Scar!”

“My name is- Grian” I say, the words not wanting to come out of my mouth. What do I tell people? The truth, or a lie? Is it even a lie anymore?

“Is that a question? I don’t know what your name is, sorry about that buddy.”

“NO! No. That’s- I’m sure. My name is Grian. That’s what my name is! Why would it be anything else?”

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen you in this class before. OH YOU’RE NEW! Welcome, welcome. Oh you’re going to love this class! Professor Andersson is the best!” Scar’s eyes flash to the professor standing at the front of the classroom. He’s dressed up in a blue crew neck shirt and some black pants, exactly what you would expect an engineering teacher to prepare. He adjusts his classes before introducing the class. I try to pay attention, but my mind keeps drifting to the man sitting next to me. He said he was a junior. He’s older than me, but acts so much younger. He has a goofy smile on his face always, and has such a way of speaking unlike anyone else I’ve ever heard. His hair is long and outgrown looking like a nest a bird would make, yet magnificent in a way you don’t normally see in a man. His green eyes gleamed like grass covered in mud but shone with sparkles of emeralds in the fluorescent light of the classroom. He had tan skin with a scar across his cheek— fitting with his name. When you stared at him enough, he was almost pretty. His face danced through my brain the rest of the class. If you want to hear more about what I have planned for this AU, feel free to ask me! I hope you guys like this, as I've never written fanfiction before.

[artstennisracket]

Drunk enough to request Artrick piss kink shame free and off anon 😳

Thinking about the boys just hanging out and drinking and Art needs to pee but Patrick keeps saying he needs to do this first, and they need to finish that first (not even to stop him going on purpose he genuinely doesn't realise Art is about to piss himself) obviously eventually Art can't hold it anymore and pisses himself and he's like oh god, I pissed myself in front of Patrick he's going to make fun of me now and he starts crying. Patrick however is like why does Art look so good crying and after pissing himself? Do I have a piss kink? And then obviously he fucks Art

drunk enough to request off anon is SO REAL😭jinx have i ever said how much i love you? because i do and i hope you love this :) and we all know these aren’t proofread right? lololol

cw: nsfw (18+) piss, dom/sub undertones, daddy kink

Art and Patrick were on the tail end of a bar crawl that night. They are pretty drunk. They had been drinking for the past two hours or so, really pushing the limits of their tolerance. Their fake ids had only gotten them so far because eventually the bartender cuts them off.

They’ve decided to walk back to the dorm since Art doesn’t think he could handle riding in a car right now without throwing up. But Patrick has a few stops he wants to make on the way.

“c’mon it’ll only be for a minute i just want some snacks” Patrick says as he walks into the corner store, one of the only places opened this late.

Art’s stomach turns because the last thing he wants to think about right now is food, he’s too drunk for this. but he still follows Patrick inside. He groans, “fine just hurry up man.”

Drunk Patrick doesn’t really take that into consideration as he strolls up and down the aisles leisurely looking for scooby doo fruit snacks, oreo cakesters, and cheese balls.

Art is getting antsy. He already feels like shit anticipating tomorrow’s hangover but shortly into this trip he realized he really had to piss.

While Patrick is la la land, looking like he’s moving in slow motion. No pep in his step like he has nowhere to be. Art tugs on Patrick’s arm, “c’mon can we go? are you done?”

Patrick has completed his shopping list before he thinks, “oh shit wait i want to get Tashi the doritos that she likes.” He does a 360 turn going back to the chips aisle.

When they get there Patrick sees every doritos flavor imaginable (this store even had international flavors) but he didn’t see Tashi’s favorite, the purple ones.

“they don’t have it man, let’s just go. c’mon i wanna go home.” Art whines, he can feel his bladder pulsing. He needs to pee bad.

Patrick frowns until he comes up with idea, “let’s just ask him at the front, maybe they have it in the back.”

Art is praying to god they do not have it in the back so they can leave.

Patrick makes his way to the cashier, dropping his stuff on the counter. Art follows suit trying to focus on anything other than how badly he needs to go.

The cashier says he will check for the purple doritos in the back and Art feels like he wants to cry.

The cashier comes back, purple doritos in tow, and he checks Patrick out. Then they continue their journey back to the dorm.

They get there about 10 minutes later and Art is so close to relief he can feel it.

Patrick is fumbling around in his pocket trying to find his keys but he thinks he left them inside. Oh god, Art doesn’t know what to do now. He could barely walk straight on their way back from how badly he had to pee. But he didn’t tell Patrick because he didn’t want to seem like a baby.

He also didn’t want to pee on the sidewalk or in an alley way like a delinquent. Patrick did it all the time if he had to go, but Art was too worried someone would catch him. He also couldn’t go if he knew someone could hear him, he gets nervous.

But this time was different and before he knew it his bladder gave up on him. The warm liquid started to run down his briefs. It trickled from his thighs all the way down to his calves. His jeans were soaked, he could feel the fabric getting heavier against his skin. Oh fuck.

Art can’t believe he did that. He feels relieved and petrified at the same time. Patrick is probably going to make fun of him for being a baby and being able to hold it like an adult. Fuck. This is so embarrassing for him, Patrick will never let him live this down.

Luckily Patrick hasn’t looked back at him yet, still searching for his keys. Shortly after he realizes the keys were in his jacket pocket, not any of the million pockets on his cargo shorts, and he opens the door. He turns to look back at Art but his smile slowly drops from his face.

That’s all it took for Art to start crying. He knows the wet spot on his jeans is very visible. Tears running down his cheeks, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Patrick is frozen in place. He didn’t know Art had to pee that bad, let alone at all. If he would’ve known he would’ve convinced Art to just pee in an alley way. But somehow he thinks he likes this better? Art looks really pretty with those tears falling down his face. Too pretty. Patrick can feel himself hardening in his own shorts.

He pulls Art inside their dorm and locks the door.

“ ‘m sorry.” Art gasps out between sobs. He doesn’t really know what else to say and the embarrassment he’s feeling is immeasurable.

Patrick drops his the plastic bag with his snacks by the door before he approaches Art. He stand right in front of Art so their face to face. He slowly lets his eyes drag over Art lower half, subconsciously biting his lip. He doesn’t really know why he’s so turned on right now.

Of course he’s watched ridiculous categories of porn before but never anything like this. Is he into this?

He brings his eyes back up to meet Art’s red rimmed eyes. He brings his hand up to Art’s cheek to wipe away some tears.

“it’s okay babe, don’t have to apologize,” Patrick all but whispers. Keeping his hand on Art’s cheeks he slowly pulls him in for a kiss.

Art is confused but he lets his eyes slips close and kisses back anyway. The kiss starts slow and shy, until it picks up true desires being unleashed. It’s a mess of teeth, tongue, and lips.

Patrick pulls away, resting his forehead against Art’s. He starts unbuttoning Art’s jeans before he shoves his hand into Art’s damp briefs which makes Art gasp, “patrick—”

“fuck.” Patrick whispers under his breath, “you’re so fucking hot.” Patrick continues as he starts stroking Art to full hardness.

“ah— ah patrick” Art whines while Patrick grabs Art’s other hand, bringing it to feel Patrick’s boner.

Patrick keeps jerking off Art with one hand, while he pulls his own shorts down with the other hand. Moving Art’s hand to grip Patrick’s hard cock. Patrick leans in by Art’s ear to whisper, “this is what you fucking do to me,” before pulling Art into a kiss.

Art moans into Patrick’s mouth, making sure to start stroking Patrick’s cock. Patrick moves his hands into the back of Art’s briefs, gripping Art’s ass.

“need to fuck you, please” Patrick groans into Art’s mouth. Without another word Art is quickly pulling off his damp briefs and shorts. He also pulls his shorty over his head.

Patrick does the same, shedding his clothes. He puts Art on all fours before smacking Art’s ass for good measure while a moan escapes Art’s mouth.

Patrick eases two lubed up fingers inside Art’s tightness to stretch him out. Once Art staring pushing back on Patrick’s fingers, greedy, he deems Art is ready for his cock.

He lines up with Art’s hole before pushing in slowly until he bottoms out. “holy fuck Art you’re so tight.”

Art gasps as Patrick fills him up. Fuck he’s so fucking full right now. “please fuck me, please”

Patrick starts slamming himself into Art, making sure to keep a good pace. “you looked so fucking hot pissing yourself. jesus fuck. couldn’t hold it in huh baby?”

Art shakes his head no as he keeps whining, moaning, any sound he can make at this point.

Patrick continues “so you made a big fucking mess didn’t you baby? just for me to see”

Art nods in agreement this time. His head was feeling a little flirty and he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or not anymore.

“say it, tell me how big of a fucking mess you made.” Patrick said punctuating each word with a hard thrust. He moves his hand around so he can start stroking Art’s cock as he fucks into him.

Art chokes out in between moans, babbling at this point, “i— i—made such a—fuck—b-big mess daddy.”

“holy fuck,” Patrick’s thrusts stutter and he comes inside Art immediately after that. Art comes at the same time squirting all over their sheets.

Patrick collapses next to Art on the bed. He chuckles lightly, “that was…wow.”

Art sits up, “i didn’t know you were into that, thought you were gonna make fun of me.”

“i didn’t know, but when I saw you I just,” Patrick smirks, “- yeah that was good, are we gonna talk about you calling me daddy?.”

Art scoffs shoving Patrick, “shut the fuck up I didn’t mean it.”

Patrick raises his eyebrow, “i don’t know sounded real to me,” he starts to mock Art, “oh daddy please yes make me cum ah-”

Art shoves Patrick again, making sure Patrick is face first into a pillow so he can shut up. It was clear Art didn’t want to talk about it so he stopped, for now.

Patrick starts again, “now we really have to clean up your mess,” he laughs.

Art sighs exasperated, “it’s your fault.”

“i’m not the one who pissed myself,” he says back with a low whistle. Art blushes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Patrick could sense Art was starting to get a little insecure again so he pipes up again, “c’mon i’ll change the sheets, and you can shower. deal?”

Art nods small smile on his face, “deal.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

Tang's shrieked tang through the air. Sandy and Pigsy shared a glance before the both of them rushed into the forest, following the sound of their friend. When they burst from the foliage, through the cave they swore wasn't there before, and into the clearing they were met with a shocking sight. The first thing they noticed was the giant peach tree with a rather nice looking if rundown hut by a cliffside. The next thing they noticed was their friend on the ground, pointing dramatically st something at the tree's roots, a pair of young children they never met before clinging to his back as they tried to peek at whatever it was that had Tang so shocked.

As they approached the pig squinted, trying to see what was so special. It looked like some sort of rock was sticking out of the dirt, likely dug up by the kids based on the dirt on their claws and clothing. The only thing special about it was the fact it seemed to be a statue of a monkey, but as Pigsy watched a break akin to an eggshell breaking suddenly appeared at where it's heart would have been, as gold leaked through the cracks. At the same time, Pigsy began to feel a low buildup of power, his limited senses telling him it's coming from the statue. Realizing what's happening, Pigsy grabbed Tang and pulled him back.

"Tang... TANG GET BACK!!"

There was an explosion of golden light and debris as the statue shattered, exploding outward in the wave of dirt and stone. Covering his face, Pigsy could not make out much, but he could have sworn he saw a silhouette within open glowing red and gold eyes before the light snuffed itself out as suddenly as it came. Taking a peek, he found that in the statues place was a suddenly VERY real monkey covered in so much dust and dirt it was impossible to tell the natural color of its fur. As he watched, the monkey demon fell forward, nearly handing on the dirt had Sandy not moved to catch it. His old friend held the creature in his arms tenderly as he checked for a pulse.

"He's got a pulse!"

Holy dumplings... the monkey was ALIVE! And it proved it too by letting out a huge gasp and coughing before falling silent as Sandy rubbed it's back, falling back into sleep as Sandy carefully lifted him, cradling him as he would a kitten as he looked over at the hut.

"He's been through a lot, we need to get him somewhere safe!"

"NOT SO FAST!!"

A feminine voice rang through the clearing as the wind began to pick up around them, whipping about at inadvertently typhoon as a woman in red with a strange, horn like hair style appeared. The older of the two children, a red bull calf, let out a squeal.

"MAMA!!"

The woman spared a soft smile as the child ran towards her, hiding behind her skirt, before her gaze hardened and she shifted and pointed the biggest fan Pigsy had ever seen in his life in their direction threateningly.

"Let him go. You know not what you risk by awakening my brother from his rest, leave him be and return to your ship, never step foot upon this island again!"

Century Stone Egg au!!

Tang thinking he found a super-cool artifact after trying to stop two weird toddlers from jumping into a waterfall. Only for the "artifact" to be the prone form of a suspiciously familar monkey demon!?

And now Princess Iron Fan is here!?!

Tang is screaming both from her threat, and from fanboy-ing over meeting her!

And maybe a little from realising that the little bull demon thats been bossing him around for past half hour is likely The Red Child!?

The exact moment PIF brought her baby over, Red Son was off like a rocket towards The Waterfall. He knew from stories about "Uncle Shihou" that the Waterfall was important to him. And if Red Son wanted his Baba free, he needed Uncle's help!

Only for a certain baby dragon (camping with her parents) to see an odd flame deep in the jungle and go flying/toddling off after it.

And for a wandering washed-ashore scholar to see these baby dragon and demon get too close to a waterfall and get worried!

Red Son: "Hmm. To find Uncle, I'll need to go through this waterfall. But Mama says I'm not supposed to do things like that with an adult to help me..." Bby Mei: (*pondering baby dragon noises*) Tang, out of breath from running: "Why *huff* are you two *huff* so close to the waterfall? It's dangerous!" Red Son: "Oh look, there's an adult. Now we can jump in." Tang: "Eh!?" (*Red Son grabs the scholar by the hand and pulls him, running full speed at the waterfall. Mei clings to Tang's back, giggling excitedly. Tang is screaming*)

Wukong had placed "exceptions" on his Waterfall seal to allow people/souls he deemed safe to find his baby, should the Stone Egg process take his life.

We also discussed PIF refering to Wukong as "Shihou", esp in stressful situations. It was the name Bull was allowed call him, a privilege of the King's closest family members.

PIF tries to downplay *who* the dirty monkey is by referring to him by "Shihou" - only for Tang to find a certain circlet-shaped scar and perk up with "Sun Wukong!?! Lore?!"

THEN Nezha shows up, summoned by the distressed Ao-Long couple to help find their missing pup. He immediately starts freaking out too.

[ihopesocomic]

It's 2025 and it's been years since the last episode/update: can we as a species please move on from shit like MP? Every time I read about some new defense that MP fans are coming up with just so they can watch it guilt-free, I can only sit and think why? Even if the show was written decently: the creator is transphobic, she slapped multiple people (including a trans VA) with false allegations because her fweelings got hurt and she bailed rather than face criticism. Stop supporting her already.

I think the saddest part of all of this is Tribble doesn't even like her fans. So many creators in and out of the industry keep in contact with their fans because obviously without them, they wouldn't be where they're at. There's an innate gratefulness there. Tribble can't even be bothered to tell her fans that Season 2 is never happening, she's never making a comic, or whatever crumbs everyone is groveling for. I'm sure she'll be back if she needs some money from Makeship or whatever, with continuous months of no news. Is that someone who respects you? Is that someone who's worth your undying fealty?

I know a lot of her remaining fans are young teenagers who would rather watch a cartoon than read, but no one's forcing her to do a cartoon or nothing with her own content. She's already offered to write it as a book (like she also offered to do with COTW) but then she says she's only willing to do it if people subscribe to a Patreon, therefore getting fans' hopes up for no good reason. Whatever her reasons are, she certainly has enough drive to test the waters and see how far she can get by doing the least amount of work possible. Proof is in her community tab for the doubters who insist we're wrong.

Tribble always intended to leave because people were already openly criticizing her and seeing her for the person she truly was for nearly a year before we said or did anything. Because she's a thin-skinned coward and because MP wasn't raking in the opportunities she thought it would (who could've predicted this?). Her fans just don't want to accept this because 1) the mental gymnastics of blaming us for "driving her away" are too great to resist and 2) they don't actually care about what she did and actively play things down as opposed to us saying that her show isn't that great. God forbid.

You'd think that RJ having followed her work for years and us having years' worth of conversations with people who have worked for her on top of everything else out in the open would be sufficient evidence that we're not just making shit up. (Ironically, making up reasons to like/hate something is what these people excel at.)

Some have come to terms that Tribble just used them so she can get paid and bounce, but too many still have a vice grip on this embarrassing slop that only exists because Tribble has Warrior Cats views on Youtube. And since people confuse YT popularity with quality, well, we all know the ending to that sad story. Because of that mentality we get more slop like HH/HB.

The majority of these people have to make something up in their head to "defend" MP's writing, like quite literally all the "explanations" for characters' actions are 100% fabricated and was more effort than Tribble put into her own show, so how exactly do your headcanons cancel out anything that's there in front of your face? And these are the same people who have the temerity to say shows like Big Mouth and Velma are bad but MP and HH/HB are good, when MP and HH/HB are also offensive shoddily written dreck made by privileged individuals who don't care about you until they want more money from you.

And then people want to turn around and say IHS sucks because it's "not realistic" (even though we've never said we're trying to be realistic) or "just like Warrior Cats or TLK". Pick a real reason to not like our comic, I'm begging. If our comic was "just like Warrior Cats", hell they'd probably like it because it would have no gays and enough ableism to last them a quarter of a century, ha. But I'm clearly not interested in pandering to these smooth-brained goons whose highest standard for xenofiction is "no gays", if they can even get as far as opening so much as a Kindle or Audible app.

And I don't feel bad for saying this. Even other once-fans of MP can concur that current day MP stans are some of the most homophobic, transphobic, sexist, ableist, victim-blamey trash we've ever had the misfortune of giving the benefit of the doubt. (It's no wonder why they like the show so much because the characters - like Hover - enable this kind of atrocious behavior.) Quite a few of these testimonies are on our review alone. And I'm over it. The shit that's going on in the world has driven me to be exponentially less tolerant.

We now live in a point in time where being LGBT+ is considered a legit federal offense and we're just done. Some of you can piss and moan all you want when we say "no" and block you when 90% of your complaints about our comic concern it being LGBT+ and the other 10% is made-up or incorrect nonsensical bullshit that isn't worth writing on toilet paper. Why should we listen to you exactly? Why should we take everything out of this comic that - whether you like it or not - provides solace to people just to satisfy your bigotry that you try and hide behind a veil of pretentiousness? Get fucked. lol

And I am beyond tired having to keep explaining this to people who appear to not be used to the idea that maybe the thing they like has a ton of problems that far outweigh anything good about it. But then they go ahead and take it personally, because people are so chronically online, their identity is welded to "entertainment". Bot behavior, truly.

Even the existence of I Hope So is tainted, simply because MP was so indefensibly awful about queer/disabled representation. IHS shouldn't need to exist, but because of people like this it has to. Some people just want to read something that has animals, queer rep, and no ableism. But to some of these people, we may as well have killed their dog in front of them. We have seen people who have all but made it their life's mission to purposely misconstrue the whole comic, ourselves, and people we know. They should thank whatever space fairy they pray to that they're a bunch of nobodies whose only value is being a lolcow.

The best thing I can hope for these people is them moving the fuck on to literally anything else. They'd be happier for it, or less miserable at the very least. There has been so many good comics and cartoons to come out over the last 4 years. Maybe if people removed their head from their ass for two seconds, they'd manage to see some of it. - Cat

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Years Later

Previous | Masterpost

It had been almost three years since Danny and his twin brother Damian had come to live with their father and Danny thought that they had both done pretty well for themselves. Damian had settled in, bonded with the family, stopped trying to kill their siblings, and made friends with Superman’s youngest son. He still had a very hard time relating to civilians, but everyone had their issues, right?

While their father had been missing for a while they’re all had to step up, and their eldest brother Dick had become Batman and finally made Damian the new Robin. It wasn’t how they had expected that to happen, but even through the grief of losing their father both Damian and Danyal had been happy he got the roll. Dick being Batman had been temporary because both Tim and Danny had been sure Bruce was still alive, and with both of them they’d managed to convince others and free Bruce from the time stream.

When Bruce had recovered and was ready to become Batman again Damian had remained Robin and Tim had gone on to be his own hero, Dick returning to being Nightwing. Damian was happy to work with their father again, training and bonding as heroes. He was good at it too, even if his methods were a bit more violent then Batman would have liked, they were working on that.

As for Danny, he had never joined the night life properly. His siblings teased him about it a little, but Bruce had nearly cried for joy when Danny had been firm in that regard even if he couldn’t escape it entirely, being surround by it as he was, he could refuse to put on a mask. He still wanted to help keep his family safe, so he worked with Tim and Bruce on manufacturing the bat’s gear, and learned how to hack and program with Babs. He ended up an engineer and a ‘guy in the chair’ for his family while they went out to fight crime.

It was calmer, and more fun for him, not to mention less exhausting which allowed him to focus on being as much of a ‘normal kid’ as he could be. He joined more clubs then Damian, and made some civilian friends! Including Sam Manson, who had rich parents who were uncomfortable happy with their daughter hanging out with a Wayne, and Tucker who was at the private school on a scholarship because of his engineering prowess. They were good friends, and Danny was happy to have them despite Sam’s weird family, who he tried to avoid.

It was all going pretty well, except for one thing, the experiments on the Lazarus water. He had started working on it with Tim and Bruce, but been right that Bruce would hold them back, and it meant that the experiments were going nowhere. He thought that he probably could have talked Tim into doing some of the more out there things he wanted but then Tim left, and Bruce was still keeping track of what Danny was doing leaving him unable to work without fighting against his father every step of the way. His brother too, because he had been right that Damian would be loyal to Bruce once their father earned it.

Danny had theories, and charts, and things he wanted to try. But they all came from hunches and dreams which just weren’t enough proof for The Batman even though this was at least half magic and that was half instinct. Danny was nowhere near where he wanted to be at this point, and could not even manufacture his own substitute.

It hadn’t been an imminent problem until the League of Shadows finally realized neither Danny nor Damian had any plans of returning and started trying to claw them back. Talia still sent Danny bottles of Lazarus water sometimes, but it seemed like she was having to smuggle it out which meant he was getting significantly less. There were the clones too. The lack of Lazarus water seemed to be how they were trying to flush Danny out and force him to return, and the clones were being sent to drag Damian back as well.

So far there hadn’t been any clones of Danny, but he was keeping an eye out just in case. The lack of water wasn’t an immediate threat since he had some stockpiled but he was very worried, and if he didn’t figure it out soon it would turn into a problem. He wouldn’t be able to run tests anymore if he was having to save all of it, and if he couldn’t run he wouldn’t find out how to manufacture it. It would end the same way, with him having to return to the League of Shadows or try and steal more water himself which would just end in the same dilemma when he ran out again.

He could try to convince Bruce again in light of this, but they’d had multiple talks about this over the years and though the dependence on the league was becoming a bigger issue Danny wasn’t sure that would matter. Bruce’s world view was uncomfortably black and white. Besides he had bigger long-term plans.

It wasn’t just to recreate it, yes that was the initial goal but that wasn’t going to be where his experimentation ended and he knew it. He knew in his bones that once purified the waters could be used for so much more then just healing the sickly and killing the healthy. The raw energy in them was meant to be so much more! And then there were the dreams, which had never stopped and had only been getting more vivid and insistent as time went on.

More then just a voice calling him now, they showed him things. They showed him an ancient war that had torn holes in reality, an ancient king of blood and magic who had done much harm. And again and again the glowing green portal that he knew he had to build! He had never cared much for destiny, but he couldn’t just ignore this, especially when he could feel the pain of the ancient being who called to him. Just another secret to keep from his family because he didn’t want them to interfere.

It would be easier to do what he needed to do without adult supervision, and he had some ideas about how to go about it. He needed space first, and equipment. Money could get all of that, but how much could he steal without father noticing? He had already started of course, skimming a bit here and a bit there off the top and stashing it away, but the way that was going it would be far to long before he had enough money for everything he needed.

There was another thing that worried Danny too, that he’d seen during his time as ‘the guy in the chair’. The new player in Crime Alley, that Bruce was… worried about, but not hugely yet, he was just getting established after all. The problem was, he was incredibly violent, and his techniques reeked of the league, and of something more. Danny had the uncomfortable feeling he knew exactly who it was beneath the red hood, another secret that he’d kept coming back to bite him. But everything in him still rejected the idea of just coming out and telling all his secrets. Knowledge was power after all, and maybe he could still use this as well.

In fact, he was sure that he could use it. He just had to play the game right, and this might turn out to be exactly what he needed.

 It had been easy to steal some of the other bat’s gear, just a mask, and a few weapons just in case. Easier still to sneak out on a night when they were already out on patrol and head to crime alley with put being spotted. They rarely patrolled there anyway, not that there wasn’t crime there, but because all of it was so integrated in gangs and organized crime there wasn’t time for the little fish and trying usually just lead to more trouble. He would have heard if there was a planned strike because it would have been all hands on deck.

So he put on the mask, and the symbol of the bat, and simply wandered into the territory of the Red Hood. He grappled to an inaccessible roof where he wouldn’t be easy prey for petty thugs and simply waited knowing that Red Hood would find him. It wasn’t long before he heard the thump of someone much heavier landing on the roof behind him and turned to see a familiar hulking man. Danny felt his breath catch in his throat with the chill and he breathed carefully through the odd sense of Pit being nearby that he hadn’t felt since leaving the league confirming his suspicions.

“Well well, you’re a long way from the roost aren’t you birdy? And all on your own?” Red Hood asked, a modulator disguised the sound of his voice, but not really his patterns, Danny smiled and rocked back on his heels.

“All by my lonesome. Because I wanted to talk to you, I recognize league training when I see it. Did they send you?” He asked cocking his head to the side. He refused to tense up or act like he was intimidated or afraid, that would only make him seem like prey and wouldn’t do any good. He was here now, and wasn’t sure he could beat Jason so if the other did attack… well Danny would just have to lay in the grave he’d dug for himself.

“No,” Jason snarled, his fingers twitching around the gun in his hand as he stepped forward. “I don’t work for those fuckers. But they told me, they told me what Bruce did, and how quickly he replaced the last robin with another blue eyes black haired boy. Are you the next one in the chain? He needs to pay for the way he treats those kids.”

“Ah so they cocked you like a gun and pointed you in our direction,” Danny said with a sigh. “No, I’m not the next robin, and that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I have a deal to offer you, Jason.”

Jason snarled and moved quickly, before Danny could blink the gun was pointed straight at his head. “What sort of deal Brat? Because if you’re planning on blackmailing me what’s stopping me from just shooting you? You won’t be able to tell anyone then.”

“I don’t think you’d shoot a child Jason,” Danny said softly. “But no, I mean, not telling Bruce is part of the deal but I have more to offer then that. There are experiments I want to do, things I want to find out that father will not let me. I need a space and equipment for a lab. In return, I won’t tell anyone your secret identity and I can get you access to Bat tech, and build some new things for you. I’ve been building and adding to bat tech for years, without the Batman’s strict morals holding me back I bet I can build you some… interesting weapons.”

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them before Jason threw his head back and laughed, lowering his weapon. “Well I want to get back at Bruce, and I think enabling another one of his kids to turn against him is an excellent start.”

Danny relaxed and grinned as well, he wasn’t actually planning on turning against his father or siblings but he didn’t feel like arguing about it. Especially when they probably would see this as a betrayal. As if they hadn’t all kept secrets. As if Tim still hadn’t told Damian or Bruce about the Legue of Shadows bases he had blown up and all the people he’d killed while searching for Bruce. Not that Danny was going to out his brother of course.

“I’ve been clearing out any gangs that use kids from the Lanes,” Jason said, his posture relaxed now. “They left plenty of empty warehouses, you can have one of those for your lab. I can get you a decent amount of equipment taken from mad scientist and drug rings I’ve busted but I’m not getting you a fucking grocery list. Anything you want that’s missing you’ll have to get yourself,” Jason said, pointing at Danny.

“I wasn’t expecting you to play nursemaid. Anything you can’t get I can get a hold of myself. I still have access to Bruce’s bank account and he’s used to me regularly making orders of mechanical parts and scientific instruments for the work I do for him. I can get what I need.”

“Good, I know you’re a kid, but I’m not holding your hand,” Jason sneered.

Danny laughed and shook his head; “You should know that none of us Batman take in are kidsin any way that matters. Dick had already been out fighting crime for four years by the time he was my age. I’m no different, I was raised in the league even before moving in with dad. If you tried to hold my hand, I’d cut it off.”

“Feisty,” Jason said in a tone of approval. “Meet me at the docks same time next week. I’ll have gotten what I can for you by then, you can set it up on your own.”

“I can handle it. I’ll build you something to start, but after that I won’t be keeping a schedule. You can make requests if there are things you need but I have a lot of work to do,” He said before he rolled off the roof backwards and slowed his fall enough to get the grapple out and swing away.

To his disappointment his powers hadn’t really grown as he did, so slowing himself was still the best he could do. Just lessen gravity’s effects on him a bit, density shift his limbs for a few seconds but not longer, and not his whole body, blend into shadows but not disappear. He was stronger, faster, and a little more sensitive then the average person, but that was all which was both annoying, and confusing because the voice in his dreams promised him he could be so much more.

He was home that night before his brother and father, and he had a proper fucking plan! He was going to have a lab, a secret place that he could do what he needed to do free of restrictions. He would need a secret identity of his own, a suit that would hide him fully so not even Damian would be able to recognize. A full helmet and a vocal distorter like Jason had, maybe one that sort of matched though he’d have to run that by Jason. So much for not putting on a mask he supposed, though he wasn’t exactly planning to be a hero.

 He couldn’t wait!

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It was easy to ask Sam to act as a cover for if Danny was caught out of the house. He would get in trouble for sneaking out to stay the night with a girl of course, but that was much better than his lab being found. She was happy to enable his rebellion though he hadn’t told her the entire truth about what he would be doing, just asked that is his family called she would say he was with her.

He spent his down time in that week using scrap from the cave to build his helmet and since he was always tinkering with one thing or another no one really noticed. He left cosmetic details for later so he could ask about making it match with Red Hood’s a little bit. For now, he kept it black for the most part. He’d need a suit too. Black, white, and red sounded good, he could easily get the black and red material since it was used in Batman’s and Robin’s suits, the white would be something he’d have to make himself.

With that in mind he started working on his suit as well. He was going to be essentially a villain for now, he might as well lean into the aesthetics of it and have some fun right? He wasn’t planning on hurting anyone or being ‘evil’ but he was going against Batman and teaming up with Red Hood so he knew how that would look. He didn’t know fully what he wanted it to look like, but he knew that he wanted claws so he started with that and after a few sketches he had a design.

All of the vital areas of his body were clothed in black, a vest tunic that went down to mid thigh with a red wrap belt to keep it from flapping around too much. The long sleeved shirt underneath was white, going down over his hands in tight gloves tipped with red claws like they were stained with old blood. Each arm was wrapped elbow to wrist, and around the palm with black bandages of thick material that made them nearly gauntlets. The pants underneath were loose and white, stuffed and secured into black boots with thick durable tread and laces in red.

The helmet was black as well, with red eyes and white detailing along the seems and forming a sort of mouth. It would do for now, he could always change it later but he wanted to have this done by the time he started working on his lab so there was a pretty tight deadline. He was still putting the finishing touches on it the day before he went to see Red Hood again, on a weekend night of course, the bats would be busy and everyone could sleep in in the morning.

He fully suited up with tools tucked into his belt and his weapons strapped to his back and snuck out the window not long after the bats flew the roost, making his way quickly to the Alley and down to the docks. Landing on one of the taller roofs he pulled out a pair of small binoculars equipped with night vision and thermo sensors and scanned the area, quickly spotting Jason and a few, what looked like workmen, bringing boxes into the warehouse. Just in case it was a trap Danny waited for them to leave, and once Jason was alone dropped down and slid into the warehouse.

There were tables set up around and boxes on the floor, the lights were on which was good, he’d need electricity. And there was Red Hood, standing in the middle of the warehouse with his arms crossed, his posture tense and impatient. He turned and looked Danny up and down, letting out a distorted chuckle. “You really committed to the bit huh?” He asked, amusement coming through the distortion.

“Well I’m going to be doing this, I might as well. The last thing I want it to be recognized coming in and out, or caught by any of the bats or birds,” He hummed, reaching up to turn off his own vocal distortion which made his voice sound like ghostly whispers. “By the way, I am trained to fight and I practice daily. If you need backup call me. I won’t hurt father or our siblings, but if anything is compromising our deal or my lab I’ll defend it.” He started to open boxes, seeing what equipment Jason had found for him.

“They’re not my siblings,” Jason snarled, his fingers twitching on his crossed arms.

“As you say,” Danny said blandly, rolling his eyes under his mask. “I should warn you as well that I’m going to be working with Lazarus water here.”

“What?!” Jason practically roared. “You’re going to be bringing Lazarus water HERE?!”

Danny dodged on instinct, and was almost surprised when he found Jason hadn’t tried to shoot him. “Yes. I know what the league uses it for, but it clearly has a lot of untapped potential. I think if I can purify it and harness it right I can use it for something Good. I know you’ve had a bad experience with it, I have too,” Danny said, turning back towards Jason with his hands on his hips.

“I died too, when I was eight and they dunked me in the stuff as well. I saw what you were like after they pulled you out, I know why you’re afraid of it. But I know what it’s like and I swear that is Not what I will be using it for. And I’m not doing it for the league either, I don’t want any of this research getting back to them. I have my own motivations, and that includes healing the lasting effects the Pit had on me, hopefully I can heal you as well. I’m not making any promises since I haven’t even started yet, but I might.”

Jason took deep, slow breaths and even through the eyeholes of the mask Danny could see Jason’s eyes were glowing green with familiar maddening rage. “Fine,” Jason growled and stocked out of the building.

Danny let him go. Jason clearly needed time to cool off, but Danny hoped he would come back before he had to leave so that they could talk more about check ins and how to contact each other. If he didn’t it wasn’t the end of the world. Danny would be coming back regularly and didn’t need permission to do so. Jason would know where to find Danny when he was ready to talk about whatever.

Danny pulled a trip wire and a few bombs and batteries out of his pouches and set up a first perimeter with alerts and a second one with traps. Once he felt more secure in his space Danny started to empty the boxes and set up the burners, beakers, distillers and the other equipment Jason had managed to get for him. Danny was surprised and pleased to find a generator as well! This way if he needed extra power he had a way to get it without raising any flags.

It took him a few hours to get everything set up and make a list of the things he still needed, which was mostly more advanced and sensitive. He muttered to himself as he checked over the building knowing the rudimentary security he’d set up was Barely enough for a regular lab, he’d need much more substantial protections for this. Probably a fail safe to destroy the research if someone unauthorized gets in as well. Despite wanting to rush there was no way he could start working with the Lazarus water for at least a month, till then he could tinker with weapons between deliveries of equipment and other things to do.

He didn’t see Jason again before he headed home, but he wanted to be there a bit before he knew dad and Damian would to avoid running into them. He stripped off his costume leaving him in the white pants and a tank top before carefully climbed back through the window to his bedroom. He knew the placements of the cameras like the back of his hand and was sure he could sneak in and out without being seen but just in case he’d rather be spotted in civilian clothes. He wasn’t a known yet and he wanted to stay off his family’s radar as long as possible. Especially because despite having a costume he hadn’t thought of a name yet!

He could always just wait and see what his family started calling him when they eventually became aware of his… rogue persona, and go with that but they didn’t always have the best taste. With his assassin training and his abilities, he thought that it would make sense to have some sort of name referencing a ghost. He didn’t want one that was too obvious though so it was probably time to do a little bit of research to find a ghost that would suit him. Maybe on a school computer so it couldn’t be easily traced back to him.

He should ask Sam too, she was really into this spooky stuff so she’d enjoy helping him pick a name. He wouldn’t be fully honest about what he was looking for, just that he was researching different ghosts, she’d be happy with that. She might put two and two together once his ‘rogue persona’ became known, but as long as he didn’t hurt anyone he thought she’d be on board. He just didn’t plan to tell them till he had to, one less potential avenue for exposure.

There were a lot of things he hadn’t told her or Tucker, that was the problem with having a family like his, whether he was involved or not any relationship had to be built on lies. He couldn’t tell them about being raised in a cult of assassins, about being heir the Demon Head and the Batman, he couldn’t tell them about his family’s hero work. What was one more secret on top of all the ones he and the family were already keeping?

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I would love to hear more about chinglish 👀

Yes I love it and find myself speaking it quite often but of course, because im supposed to teach in “proper English” at my job, it’s discouraged. Which. I kind of get but ugh.

Anyway here are some examples of Taiwanese Chinglish stuff I’d hear (or even say tbh) on a daily basis:

“Because yesterday is my piano recital, so I didn’t do my homework.” <- leaving off past tense of verbs and using conjunctions in ways that reflect how they are used in Mandarin

Similarly you’d often get something like “When I am little, I go to Japan.” <- lack of verb tense in Chinese means it’s easy for the listener to just know this is talking about the past without conjugating it that way

“He” and “she” are represented by different characters in Chinese but they are pronounced the same. Same with “his” and “her” so you get a lot of, “My mom will be so angry if you tell him that”

Articles aren’t really a thing in Chinese either so lower-level English speakers will use ‘the’ in places it wouldn’t be in other variants and also omit it randomly. Like when asked what they like to eat, maybe they’d say “I like the banana.”

In Mandarin, plural indicators are not always used, so even a more advanced speaker saying they like to eat bananas in general may still say “I like banana,” following that same example.

-s is also frequently omitted at the end of third-person verbs. For example, “My brother go to school in Japan.”

Many verbs in Chinese have multiple English meanings which can lead to sentences like:

“I know!” in response to an explanation that a speaker of another English variant would say “I see” for. (coming from 知道, to know / to realize)

“Do today have a quiz?” for “Is there a quiz today?” (coming from 有, to have / to exist)

“Can you say Chinese?” for “Do you speak Chinese?” (coming from 說, to speak / to say)

“Close the AC! I’m cold!” (coming from 關, to close / to turn off)

“I can’t see! Open the light!” (coming from 開, to open / to turn on)

“Yesterday I look TV” , “I like to see book” (coming from 看, to look / to see / to watch / to read)

Also modal particles like 啊,啦,吧 can be included at the end of a sentence that is otherwise in English, particularly la/啦 to express emphasis or commonly some sort of frustration. Similar to Singlish I guess:

“Stop hitting me la!”

“I already gave it to you la.”

“Yes it is ah!”

Lastly obviously there are always going to be loanwords or concepts like that:

I’ve posted about this before but familial words are quite common in Chinese. An auntie or an ayi is an older lady or perhaps some sort of domestic helper or nanny or something. An uncle is the same for men. (Sometimes younger people can be referred to as sisters or brothers but it’s less common in English. An old old lady will probably be called an ama)

Food words. Some food words just shouldn’t be translated. And people will try but it’s just. Dumb. Douhua will always be douhua, I don’t even know what it would be in English

Place names don’t usually have English translations but predictably even the ones that do might still be in Chinese when speaking English. Using “yushan” when talking about Jade Mountain for example

Swear words obviously. A lot of those are actually Taiwanese words people use in Mandarin that have now come over to English

I can’t think of any other specific vocabulary for Chinglish but just. Cultural stuff, you know. Like a lucky charm, it’s always going to be a pinganfu to me.

Anyway la, im sure there’s much more but it’s nice to get all this stuff down in one place. The point of English variants is that their features are common and intelligible, abd while there’s a huge push to teach “”proper English”” around here, I think people should be a little more lenient and understanding of local features and not be embarrassed to use them.

Taiwan is set to be the world’s first bilingual English-speaking country by its own free will by 2030 (I have thoughts on that lol but that’s in another post somewhere) so this is all fascinating stuff

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K.N.K.

pair. Fuck Buddy!Yuki Tsukumo x m!reader

wc. 3.2k

genres. Femme domme, submissive!reader, overstim, nīpple piercings (yes, again), cünnilingus, handy, “I’ll be a good boy,” bøndage, 69, switch.

AN ; Tribute. Hbd, TX.

Kisses ‘n Kunts Mlist

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Women in power are hot. Objectively.

Now, being under the scorn of a woman in power and being under a woman in power are…entirely different concepts.

Though, you get a crackling electricity when you mix the two together. Well, those and a tongue that was a bit too quick and thoughts that couldn’t count to two before it was too late.

Now look at you, all tangled up in the consequences of ‘winning’ an argument.

Though..who really won out in this scenario?

“Come on, boy. Why are you running away from it now?” your impatient, one and only Yuki would ask in a sharp.

You two weren’t dating, per say—easily being classified under fuck buddies who say “fuck you” a lot. It was a nice balance. One that let both of you have free reign over your partner choices.

So long as you got to see her, every Friday night—it didn’t matter.

Oh you were just alll out of sorts.

Tongue-deep in her cunt, licking and lapping eagerly, not knowing the next time she’d lift her hips and deprive you of being a willing seat for that divine pussy.

Though how could you even focus on spelling your name out when she had your cock leaking in between her skilled and newly-done hands? Having you a panting mess between her thighs as she ground allll that down on you, gracing you with soft moans from between the barrier of her teeth and bottom lip.

This has to be a form of torture, right?

No doubt, given how your hips were forced to stop their antsy movements when her elbows propped up on your thighs, along with the cool metal of her piercings brushing against the area surrounding your base.

Oh but..you’re taller than her. You’ve definitely got the strength to make some sort of stand but—ah, that’s right.

When she’d gotten to her breaking point with the back and forth, she’d ultimately hogtied you—more like a passive aggressive tying of intricate and experienced bondage patterns—and you put up no fight.

Though now, with regret settling in as you were terribly over-sensitive after the..what? 5th orgasm denial? You were practically begging for a break based on how your hips were twitching and stuttering.

Arguably, it was better than when her plump tits had you in a chokehold—or your cock, rather—making ungodly sounds and whining into her cunt. Or..perhaps you’d prefer that overstimulation better if you were actually allowed to see it to its fullest extent.

Regardless, you were snapped out of your hazed thought track when her smooth palm made a flat against your angrily leaking tip. Smearing the embarrassing amount of pre that had collected there with a hum and idle rocking of her hips.

A throaty groan reverberated off her walls that were clinging so familiarly against your tongue, falling into muffled…expressions. You knew better than to complain when the Yuki Tsukumo gave you anything.

Whether it be a gesture of kind that she’d later brush off or teasing the slit of your weeping cockhead with her fine-cut index.

You’d take it. You’d take anything as long as it came at her whim.

“Such a smart mouth, it’s hard to believe you can’t even finish your sentences now..” She’d said in a bite, tucking a tress behind her ear as she brought her tongue down to lick a stripe from base to tip, ending with a playful suck. That had your tongue pausing its monotonous rhythms, simply leaving your mouth spread open on her sinfully saccharine folds. Aching to get just an ounce of approval for your enduring efforts. “How pathetic…”

And just like that, her hand was no longer still and neither were her hips. Stopping at seating herself wholly, she’d begun to ride your face, your nose, your tongue—getting herself off as breathing was becoming scarce on your behalf.

“Hahaa..try to win an- mnh..~ argument, now..~” she’d boasted, her hand making flawless glides up and down your shaft that had you bucking up into her grip simply because of the base need to.

She was talking sooo much for someone greedy enough to keep you on the edge like this—with added mobility restriction—muscles having strained against the maroon of the rope more times than you could count. In the back of your head, you couldn’t help but hype yourself up to think a new PR could’ve been the answer to future occurrences of this.

But who cares, right? It’s your face she’s sitting on, you who she’s belittling, your cock that her dangerous hands had been bullying for the past..however long it had been since you made the mistake of forgetting yourself.

That twisted sense of exclusivity was the high that you rode each instance you stepped into the 5-star room with the vixen in tow all the way up to when you would escort her out to her car to compensate her funny walk—sometimes the other way around.

You felt the heat of her glossed lips kissing and licking down your shaft, going as far as to suck one of your swollen balls up into her mouth. Eyes giving a flutter, your tongue made a flick that had her shivering for a second.

Efforts redoubling, you continued to fuck up into her hand, getting a little jolt whenever her tongue had gingerly started to navigate your aching sack.

Stamina was something Yuki prioritized in training you with, right from the start. For the most part, when you were actually in good graces and given the leeway to fuck her right, you could last for—what Yuki has debated on calling overkill—impressive and more than satisfactory lengths of time.

But when you were at the mercy of her hands? Oh, you had a mental log for how many times you came unexpectedly at the disposal of her skilled strokes.

Now…was going to add a tally to that.

With a guttural choking up on your breath, you soon found the consequence of back to back denials making your thighs stiffen up and your eyebrows furrow. Huffing harshly in that whiny pitch, you listened to the blond’s response to such a misdemeanor.

“To think.. all that obedience training and you’re still nothing but a quick shot,” had you whimpering into her welcoming folds. She knew you got off on the challenge and degradation as much as she did. “Here then, let it out. And apologize.”

Peeling her hips up of your face, leaving connecting strings of slick clinging to your nose and mouth. Your stone-set features contorting into one of hardly concealed relief as your eyes lidded.

Breathing hard and coming in scores, “Hah..oh I’m so..so sorry, ma’am,” giving air-headed shudders, Yuki wound up stroking you through your premature, letting the blanc, velvety ropes fall down over her fingers. “F-forgive me..” you said on a bit of a note.

“For?” squeezing under your sensitive glans idly.

You knew you weren’t supposed to be loving this so much—you’d disrespected her and then furthermore, came without her say so—but it felt too good to be wrong. “Cumming..before the—fuck…”

“Such a dirty little mouth on you..” Never once slowing, even when you’d went semi-slack again, in a terrible panting fit. “I meant the argument we had,” but even as she chastised, her cunt was drooling down her thighs. God, if only you could’ve just gotten a little closer… “Only thinking with your dick while I’m chewin’ you out—I bet you’re not even listening to me now.”

You were. Or..you had been. Though, the cogs in that head of yours were turning at rapid fire, still coming down in a daze from the physical high. All you knew was that she was talking a lot less sweeter than how her pussy was purring your name.

Soon mingling with soft winces, you knew that you’d be coming up on the starting embers of a limit you didn’t want to reach tonight. It was Valentine’s day, after all—what would it look like if such a loyal and devout companion to the blond temptress herself didn’t give her any thanks.

That fast-pace, lewd squelch her fingers made had tapered down to a sticky mess that left your cockhead twitching—the muscles of your core flexing and relaxing, instinctively still trying to get the most out of your pleasure.

Each strain of your limbs caused a taut tension against the ropes that were now preventing you from getting to what you really needed to get to. You missed having that sweetness on your tongue, you missed when she was spread out underneath you but you’d smart-mouthed your way out of going balls deep tonight.

What a shame…a terrible shame indeed.

It was only then, in that split second of thought that you got an idea that you found a bit hard to top, even looking back on the records now.

She was getting ready to say something else, probably to throw in a laugh or two here but when you used that sit-up practice and the moderate size difference to your utmost advantage.

Changing up the position, not by much, to sit upright. Tight arms still securely bound behind your back, uniformed in her iconic red restraint. Just now with her thighs hugging the sides of your face more snugly—as it had been when she was fully seated on you.

This had to be better though.

Yuki’s face was just moderately flushed when you’d originally managed to catch her in her vanity, flipping the arrangement to where you had a more controlled angle of approach. “You really are pathetic, you know that? Need to play unfair to get payback?” she scoffed.

With your own lazy eyes smiling down her spine, you closed them to place a few slow, sloppy, kisses from the pearl of her clit, dipping loving licks up to and into her dripping slit. Mumbling agreements as you intentionally nodded your head—dragging the flat of your tongue with a deep hum.

“I know I’m pathetic, miss..” you’d breathe in honesty against her sopping folds, feeling the trembles that your motions had her doing. Despite her feigned unaffectedness, she was already beginning to create trails of slick down your chin.

She had you whipped and she could tell just from how you ate her out.

You always got compliments and praises on how good your tongue was—from any pick of the gender spectrum. And where did all of that credit fall back to? Well, the woman who was starting to get a little less demanding due to the insistence of your determined tongue.

Now with you buried nose-deeep into her soaking paradise, you made sure to spell out all those pretty little letters of your name—first, middle and last—until she was shivering and reluctantly dropping her head sideways down into the sheets. “I know, I knoww..I’m just the worst to you, so ungrateful, so mean..” you’d drabble out, feeling how her hips were now eager to grind back against your mouth. “What did I ever do to deserve you, mistress..?”

Whether it was to get herself off or to shut you up was undetermined, though the moan that she bit into the sheets told more. Your eyes drifted to how she’d begun to periodically squeeze and adjust her hold on the linen.

“But you treat me worse than a piece of gum..stuck to your shoe,” you followed up finally earning an unrestrained moan from the prideful minx as you leaned forward, wholly flicking your tongue and making obnoxiously loud slurps into her cunt. “..and it’s intoxicating.”

By now you were actually drunk off her. How she still tried to foster an air of being completely in control, even as you were having to move your shoulders to keep her legs relatively still and in place.

‘Lick my, no hands’ if it were personified was well..you.

And even though you could’ve watched her golden locks lay spread out on the bed, tossing and turning with each lamenting movement her body gave—you were petty. Very, very petty.

Pulling your bottom lip in as you pulled away from the second-most significant girl in the room—her crying cunt, of course—you licked the flat of your along once again, making a small ‘S’ around her labia. “Let me..hmn, make it up to you..let me make you cum, too.”

“But..~” in a simper that already had your not-so little friend twitching back to life. Like you weren’t getting off from tonguing her down alone. “Fuck.. why do you c-care so much..?”

Yeahh, yeah you definitely smiled all-too cheekily at her question. “.. ‘Cause I wanna be good for you, princess,” a genuine current of sincerity riding with your words as you felt the homey sensation of her walls pulsing around your tongue. “I’ll be a good boy, promise…” said in a trying lilt as your mouth slid out a glob of saliva from your tongue, licking it all back up.

“I’ll be the best—I’ll be so fucking good for you..” even as you were making the poor woman lose her mind with the sound of your criminally smooth and baritone voice speaking into her pussy. “So please..fuck the argument and just let me apologize. The right way.”

It wasn’t like you were making much of a counter for your prompting words. At all. And with how close she was already, she’d have taken up the same offer from the nearest 7/10 she found but regardless, she didn’t complain.

For once.

“F-fine, fine..~ Please, just…” a cat’s arch in her spine and you knew you had her right where you wanted her. “Oh..please just don’t stop..~”

She did not have to tell you twice. From there, it was just you and her—and I’m not referring to Yuki. “Anything you want, princess..”

Completely latching onto her now, forcing cries of mass variety to come from those entrancingly wetted lips, Yuki was crumbling on your tongue in mere moments. You were always a good eater, after all, never turning down a meal and always cleaning up after yourself and the lady’s messes.

And it was just all the more better when you’d gotten the chance to chase her a bit as her hips wriggled to not be so firmly glued to your mouth. “You’re close..” in a sultry breath. “Stop running from it.. ‘s not fair to her.” you said, too close to making amends in the most guaranteed way the both of you had.

Her frustrations were taken out into the sheets, the lucky thread bearing the full brunt of her vocal workout. She sounded so good when she lost the attitude. But you’d prefer either—as long as it was her.

A few broken up chants of your name and you were joining her in unison, moaning out hers and urging, “You can do it. Such a strong, pretty girl. My powerful, gorgeous, tantalizing mistress..~” with every vibration of adjective against her cunt, you felt her body winding up tighter.

“Nghh! Haah, right th- hnn..~!” gasping so cutely for you to keep on with the pressure you’d so lovingly showered her G with. And from the moment she gave a final claw of her nails against the sheets, “Fuck, ‘m cumming.. my fuckin’ God..” balling up the thread count as you finally felt the coil that’d been building curling in her stomach.. snap.

Closing your eyes idly once more, you embraced how her clenching heat had been thanking your masterful tongue with its rhythmic pulses. Shudders dancing along her skin as her thighs clamped up around your face.

This is what forgiveness felt like. Knowing that you’d endured through the turmoil of being under her scorn, only to relish in the honor of being under her.

You let her grind out that quivering and much-needed stress relief. Dealing with you wasn’t easy, at the end of the day.

But she’d ultimately do it all over and over again, just as many times as you would. It was the thrill that you two adored within the dynamic—petty and unserious fighting to fucking and making up just to repeat the cycle.

You knew you’d at least never get tired of the way her body started making bucks back onto your cock—or, your tongue, in this instance—each time she rode the waves out with airy sighs.

Offering up your silence and your mouth’s availability to work her over, even as your semi-hard dick was throbbing underneath her.

You could do this for hours. Literally, too. Until your jaw locked and your tongue was tied up in knots, you don’t think you could ever get enough of how perfect it felt to have her coming apart by your own oral talents.

It took a bit for her to recover, steadying shaky hips as you leaned back to let her comfortably sink down. For just a fleeting moment, you felt the warmth of her cunt make a graze along your shaft. Oh you’d be fantasizing about that for an indiscriminate amount of hours.

But just as quickly as the brief contact happened, she was sitting up properly and draping herself over your chest. The cold iron of her bar nipple piercings brushed up against you as her soft mounds settled there. It gave you a hint of a tremor—your own left being pierced as well.

She looked down at you as if she was unhappy but it was instead her little post-orgasmic front. Especially after cumming so hard vía what she considered an illegal move. Your smirk was as smug as ever though, licking your lips in a boast. “Can I take this as a sign that I’m back on your good side, ma’am?” all huffy and sounding just so proud of your job well done.

“Please, when have you ever been on my good side?” she retorted slowly, in a murmur almost as her nails worked to get at the lengths of rope biting into your arms.

A wry and you replied, “Don’t know about you, but I don’t think she was too unsatisfied with my performance.” and your eyes did a suggestive flick down to where her thighs were still trembling and slick, then back up to her oak depths.

“Oh? And she holds all the cards here?” as she leaned in more heavily to properly snag the knot, soon threading the material through itself to loosen. “Quite shallow.”

“We both know that she’s anything but shallow.” crudely put.

Her face scrunched up and you soon jolted, feeling her nails pinch your skin roughly. “Fuck- ow..” you puffed, shimmying a bit to soothe the itching sting that spread out for a second. “Come on, I went to all this trouble to make this all special for Valentine’s. Got your favorite meals, room service, the whole nine yards. Can’t I get one little, ‘Happy V-Day’?”

Easing back up, Yuki slid back a bit, slithering the rope into the spiral it was already wrapped up in. “What you just described is a bare minimum requirement—I’m not impressed, honey.” she said with a shake of her head and slight raise of eyebrows.

Pulling your arms forward and stretching them there, then to the sides as you rolled your neck, you nodded. “That is true. I’ll just have to go all out next time, then, yes?”

After securing a knot in the coil, she set it off to the side, smiling with a roll of her eyes and a lolling of her head. Silken light gold lengths falling over her shoulder in a dance, your lips parted slightly as she got closer.

Was she..going to kiss you?

Just a hairsbreadth away from making contact with your quivering, she stopped. And with a playful giggle, a whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my good boy.”

AN II : Happy birthday to my idol, TX. This day is special for two reasons. I’d love it if you could take this as a birthday present and..as an ask for me to have you as my Valentine. KnK has been so fun, I hope I can continue to wow you and the rest.

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Happy Valentine’s day, Tumblr, xoxo.

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[dinoandguitar]

Between Rounds & Rhythms

Idol!Dino x afab!medicalstudent (Hana Chae)

Part 1 : The Unexpected Meeting

(A/N : Hi my Lovlies! Hope you all are doing well. This is my first official fanFic so please bear with me. My first language is not English but I hope you guys enjoy! Please feel free to send in requests/ suggestions. :)

TW : none!

Hana Chae had never been one for distractions. Her days were a whirlwind of hospital rounds, late-night study sessions, and a relentless pursuit of something more... something greater than just scraping by in her final year of medical school. Sleep was a luxury, and free time was an illusion and entertainment? A distant memory.

That’s why, on a rainy Tuesday evening, she found herself at an indoor complex—not for leisure, but for work. The upcoming health seminar needed a venue, and she had volunteered to inspect the facilities. It was supposed to be a quick stop, a checklist item between her shift and the textbooks waiting on her desk.

But of course, fate had other plans.

As she stepped inside, the rhythmic thump of bass-heavy music.. which she swears she's heard somewhere.. reverberated through the empty halls, pulling her toward a partially open door. Curiosity won over logic. Peering in, she found a lone figure moving across the dance floor, his body flowing with effortless precision. Even with the sweat clinging to his shirt, exhaustion evident in the sharp rise and fall of his chest, he didn’t falter. Every movement was sharp yet fluid, disciplined yet free.

Then he noticed her…

As soon as his gaze met hers, Hana froze. The dancer straightened slightly, his movements coming to an abrupt halt. For a moment, all that filled the space between them was the lingering echo of the music and the steady rhythm of their breaths.

Hana’s brain scrambled for a response, anything-but words failed her. The man in front of her, still catching his breath, tilted his head slightly.

“Uh…” she started, gripping the strap of her bag. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

The dancer blinked before a small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re fine.” His voice was warm, yet slightly husky from exertion. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “Just… wasn’t expecting an audience.”

“I-” Hana took a step back, suddenly feeling like she had intruded on something personal. “I was just checking out the venue for a seminar. Didn’t realize anyone would be here.”

The dancer nodded, finally reaching for a water bottle nearby. As he unscrewed the cap, he gave her a once-over—not in a scrutinizing way, but with the curiosity of someone trying to place a face.“You work here?” he asked before taking a sip.

Hana shook her head. “Medical intern. I-uh-study at the hospital nearby.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Ah, a doctor-in-training.” He capped the bottle and set it aside. “You must be busy.”

“You have no idea,” she exhaled, then immediately clamped her mouth shut, realizing how easily she had spoken.

The dancer chuckled, eyes crinkling slightly. “Sounds like we’ve got that in common.”

Before she could ask what he meant, her phone buzzed in her pocket. A reminder about her upcoming rounds. Reality snapped back into place.“I should go,” she said quickly, taking another step back. “Sorry again for disturbing you.”She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.

“Hey.”

Hana looked over her shoulder.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his expression unreadable but his tone light.For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she hesitated. But then she figured—what harm could it do?

“Hana. Chae Hana.”

He nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Nice to meet you, Hana.”

She waited for his name in return, but it never came. Instead, he simply shot her another small, knowing smile before picking up his phone and restarting the music.The heavy bass resumed, and just like that, he was moving again—fluid, effortless, lost in his world.

Hana didn’t linger this time. But as she stepped back into the hallway, the faintest feeling nagged at her.

She swore she had heard that music somewhere before.

Hana shook off the odd feeling and continued down the hallway, mentally running through the checklist for the seminar venue. She had other things to focus on-real, tangible responsibilities that didn’t involve mysterious dancers in empty studios.

Still, as she stepped outside, the sound of rain hitting the pavement greeted her, along with the cool scent of damp earth. She pulled out her umbrella, but hesitated for a moment.Something about that guy… It wasn’t just his dancing. There was an air of familiarity, something lingering in the back of her mind, but no clear memory to grasp.

Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought and focused on her phone, sending a quick message to confirm the venue’s availability. The rain had lightened to a steady drizzle by the time she reached the hospital.

Part 2

[arolesbianism]

Despite how much I suffered making my last isat au Aris sprite redraw, I decided to do it again and once again went through hell doing it. There’s like a billion mistakes in this (such as her having the wrong arm rip) but at the end of the day I’m still happy with how it turned out :]

[existentialcrisis-9-5]

Was randomly suggested a miraculous season 6 criticism and I have been plagued for hours now with visions of a rewrite. I’m going insane please help.